Any Given Tuesday

by Tianren

Summary:

Everyone in hell knew that once you made a deal with the radio demon there was no changing the terms of the agreement. You were on his leash and Vox loved being on that metaphorical leash. He salivated at the chance to bow at Alastor’s feet. That’s why after his initial rage he’d asked to restart their agreement from seven years ago. A monthly meeting to indulge in no strings attached sexual roleplay. Alastor’s desire for power and entertainment were met and Vox’s sexual desires satisfied. Simple right?

Except what happens when the terms of the deal slowly change and strings start to appear connecting the two overlords in a tangled web of their own making? How will this agreement affect Vox’s relationship with Valentino? And why has it suddenly become so hard for Alastor to wait a whole month to see his rival?

Chapter 1: Chastity: part 1

Notes:

Ok, so here we are the silly little smut fic that wouldn’t die. If you have come across this and haven’t read the other parts I think you can still enjoy it but you’d have better context if you read at least Black Tuesday and Happy Tuesday. Also, like the previous installments are just smut, it’s not the worst reading assignment in the world to go back and read nearly 25,000 words of smut.

This fic is basically porn with plot, rather then the previous plot what plot? The boys still have their monthly meetings and each scenario actually moves the story forward. ( The words every smut writer insists are true. The sex scenes add to the plot 🤣) The dubcon/non-con is between Val and Vox never between Alastor and Vox (Cause Alastor respects the stoplight system. He’s a gentleman 😌) The scenes between Vox and Val are much more vague but I will put warnings in the chapters when they are needed and block off those scenes with this symbol [!] so you can choose to read or not.

Many people (namely everyone in hell except for Charlie) believed there was no redemption. They were correct. You suffer the fiery brimstone torture with no hope of escape, for whatever you had done to end up here was unforgivable. Why be remorseful? Just make new mistakes and commit new crimes. Become a worse person than you ever could have hope to be while alive. Sell your soul, or gather the souls of others. Amass power and control. Give into gluttony and feast on human flesh in cannibal town. Give into greed and chain others to you in soul contracts. Give into envy and covet the power of other overlords. Give into pride and never let anyone see you frown. Give into the lust for power and make an arrangement for a consensual power struggle all for the sake of  your own entertainment. Give into sloth and find yourself unwilling to face the work of building meaningful relationships with anyone.

 

After all friendships were transactional, and connections could be used against you. Even if you found yourself alone while surrounded by a hotel full of people, it didn’t matter. Redemption was unobtainable. There was no going back to fix wrongs and there was no forgiveness that could be given. Once a monster, always a monster. It did not start with sorry, because words meant nothing and there was no reason to change your actions of cruel self preservation in hell. What was there to atone for? Nothing. The only way to survive was to keep your enemies guessing, with a smile.

 

Alastor walked into cannibal town, his smile mirrored back to him as he was greeted by passersby. His mic was held firmly behind his back as he walked down the bloody streets.

 

Though there hadn’t been some grand sexual revelation for Alastor, the last meeting he had with Vox had left him unsettled. The roleplay wasn’t what he’d expected, at first thinking the request was some underhanded way for Vox to see him in a more submissive role. Alastor was not one to play a pampered lap dog, though there had been a lot of petting on Vox’s part. The man seemed absolutely fascinated by his body, something Alastor couldn't comprehend. The sight of a body, be it naked or otherwise, was all the same to him. It was a vessel of flesh who’s most interesting use was for food. Still, there was just something about having the TV demon so inraptured by him, so desperate for him, and begged to be fuck on the exact same bed him and Valentino lay. It stroked Alastor's ego, and bolstered his pride. The TV demon was so consumed by thoughts of him, that he was practically starving for his touch. A touch that Alastor could so easily deny. The radio demon didn’t need to have sex with Vox, much to the TV demon’s apparent disappointment and confusion. Reaching sexual gratification did not need to involve a partner. Despite his active sex life, Alastor was still confused as to why so many people insisted that partnered sex was so much better than masturbation. It really wasn’t worth the self-deprecating hurdles people jumped over. Just for a moment of brief satisfaction and perceived intimacy. You could take care of your own needs better and more efficiently than anyone else could. The monthly wait was no issue for Alastor. He hardly had the urge to indulge in his body’s baser instincts. However, Vox did make for an entertaining partner. That was due to the demon’s devotion to whatever theme they’d chose and his showmanship, not because Alastor found him sexually appealing. There were things he enjoyed about indulging Vox, such as the sounds and the pathetic need the TV demon had for him. It was obvious that Vox found the redhead sexually attractive. Very much so. It gave the radio demon a form of power over the other Overlord. A weakness he could use and abuse. A weakness Vox willingly let him exploit, as his agreement to this month’s roleplay highlighted.

 

In Alastor’s humble opinion Vox needed to learn some self control, so he had requested chastity as a theme. However Vox wanted to set up the final stage was up to him, but the one thing Alastor insisted on was that the TV demon’s genitals be off limits.

 

“You were given an absolute feast of bodily sensation last time, so you should be able to control your appetite for one month. Not that I trust a little slut like you to actually be able to control himself, so I’ll need some insurance.”

 

Vox had nervously but eagerly submitted to having his cock caged. The radio demon was even considerate enough to use a sleek metal device that magically shaped to his flaccid form, so it could be worn comfortably under clothes. For all intents and purposes the TV overlord could go about his daily life without any pinching or discomfort, he just wouldn't be able to get hard. He’d also have to rebuff any advances from his little boyfriend. Lest he be found out.

 

“How am I going to explain to Val, that I don’t want to fuck for a whole month!”

 

“That’s not my problem, dear, and don’t act like I'm not doing you a favor. Now you don’t have to suffer through pretending to enjoy yourself with him. You’re welcome!”

 

It was only fair since last month Alastor had to play the part of spouse for thirty days. Vox should suffer the same length of time. Though Alastor had hated the amount of work that had gone into the previous session, he had grown used to Vox’s presence. Last month he’d talked to the man almost everyday and Alastor was loath to admit he had actually looked forward to contacting the man on occasion. It was just about entertainment really. With the exorcists handled and the hotel back on track with its mission of redemption, the redhead had gotten bored. Vox was just a distraction, that’s all.

 

The radio demon came to a halt in front of a familiar shop, craving a distraction of a different kind. There was an overlord meeting this afternoon and perhaps Rosie would like to accompany him on the walk there.

 

“Well, hello there! To what do I owe the pleasure of a visit?” Rosie greeted cheerfully as he entered her shop.

 

“Morning, dear, I was just hoping you were available for lunch, and a stroll before our meeting.” Alastor greeted his friend who promptly perked up, her menacing smile growing sharp and lovely.

 

“Oh for you, Alastor, I’m always available! I have some finger sandwiches and deviled eyes, if you’d like a light luncheon.”

 

“If I’m not putting you out.”

 

“No, no, you know I always have treats available for sharing. Come now, take a seat and I’ll get started on some coffee for you.”

 

“Thank you, my dear.” Alastor followed Rosie to the back and took a seat at her table as she fussed about getting lunch ready.

 

“I do have to ask, did you like the sushi from that new place? I haven’t decided if I should try it yet.” The pale woman came with a tiered plate of small sandwiches and a cup of coffee, setting them down before turning back to the kitchen for her own cup of tea and a platter of deviled eyes. Alastor was surprised at her question.

 

“Pardon?” 

 

Rosie took a seat of her own, delicately crossing her legs and giving Alastor a suggestive smile. “The sushi Vox special ordered for you. The little love sick puppy was so nervous coming into my territory but he said he had a special occasion and didn’t know where else to go. Now, I know he doesn’t partake, and as far as I know none of the other Vs do either. So I just assumed they were for you.”

 

Alastor plucked up one of the eyeballs and set it on his plate along with a sandwich. “It was surprisingly tasty, though not the best thing I had eaten that night. So perhaps my review is a bit biased.”

 

“Oh, Alastor you’re not stringing that poor boy along again, are you? You know he cares about you. The two of you were such good friends before.” Rosie scolded.

 

“He approached me with a proposition and I just obliged him with a fair deal.” Alastor popped an eyeball into his mouth relishing in the mustard filling and juicy flavor.

 

“Why would you make a deal with him? Has your rivalry really gone that far? I swear boys and their wounded egos.”

 

The radio demon smiled at his friend, ignoring her chastising tone. “It’s just so entertaining how absolutely batty he is over me. It’s pathetic and hilarious, and I’m bored. The hotel doesn’t provide nearly as much despair as one would hope.”

 

“You should be happy our little Princess has found some success! It’ll help along with her confidence, and you’re still there to guide her. Besides, it would be better if you focused on the hotel. If I remember correctly Vox wasn’t the only one a bit batty seven years ago.”

 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to. Vox is the one who got wires crossed the damn fool, he was always a greedy little thing. Snatching up power wherever he could and pushing for more than he was given. It shouldn’t happen this time around. He has a romantic business partner he can lavish affection onto, and spare me the nausea.” Alastor could feel the weight of his pocket watch as he crossed his legs and leaned back to nibble on a sandwich.

 

“If you say so, sweetie.” Rosie's smug tone rubbed Alastor the wrong way but he ignored it. “Just make sure your heart doesn’t get distracted.”

 

The radio demon’s smile twitched but he covered it with a sip of his coffee. “You forget I don’t have a heart, dear.”  

 

Rosie smiled at him softly, resting a hand on the man’s knee. Alastor bristled at the gesture but relaxed when he reminded himself it was Rosie’s hand. “You forget who you talk to about your mother. That heart might be black, but, whether you like it or not, it's still beating.”

 

“It’s only natural for a boy to love his mother. The woman was a saint. Keeping her optimism and cheer despite all the abuse and discrimination. She deserves all the praises and heavenly virtues bestowed unto her.”

 

“Yeah, she raised a very sweet and sensitive little boy.” Rosie grinned.  Alastor laughed at the outrageous comment but his friend seemed earnest as if trying to hint at something Alastor didn’t want to face.

 

“You’re an absolute riot, Rosie. Thank you for a pleasant lunch. I always enjoy your company. Such great humor.” With a twirl of his cane he stood taking out his watch and checking the time. Attached to where the gold chain hooked to the watch was a small key. Alastor’s smile grew wide as he thought about what that key unlocked.

 

“Lovely timepiece, where did you get it?”

 

“Some fool.” The radio demon closed the watch and slipped it back into his pocket. “We should be off if we want to arrive on time.”

 

Rosie snuffed up the last bite of her sandwich before wiping her mouth and coming to a stand. Alastor held out his arm for her which she took with a sharp smile. Once they stepped outside the older woman took a moment to open her parasole and then cozied back up to the radio demon. Alastor was comfortable showing affection to exactly two women in hell, Rosie being one and Nifty the other. With Rosie he did not have to fear the lady misreading his politeness as flirting. She insisted that she knew he wasn’t interested as he was an “ace in the hole”, which Alastor didn’t quite comprehend. But he was happy he needn’t worry about her affection. 

 

“With the exterminations on hold I wonder what this meeting will be about.” Rosie mused as they walked down the streets of pentagram city.

 

“I’ve been keeping my nose out of things, but I do hear there has been some squabbling among other overlords. Many souls are less desperate now without the threat of a yearly extermination. Not everyone is as powerful as they used to be. If I were so inclined, it would be a grand time to start up my radio show again.”

 

“Not interested in gaining more territory?”

 

“Not at the moment, I have my hands full. I am currently taking a defensive position. As long as no one comes to bother the hotel and mess with the souls already under my control, I don’t care a whit about what the other overlords do.”

 

As they came to the building where the meeting was held Alastor spotted Vox and Velvette approaching. Digital eyes glanced at the arm Rosie was grasping onto. The radio demon smirked and released his companion so she could close her parasol.

 

“Thank you dear.” Rosie said brightly, glancing at the two Vs approaching them. She turned to Alastor with a smile before shuffling slowly towards one of the elevators.

 

“Honestly Vox, I need you to fuck Val so he stops letting his frustrations out on my models. Especially with the runway show coming up.” Velvette stepped inside Rosie’s elevator without so much as a glance at Alastor. 

 

“Trouble in paradise?” A wide smile crossed Alastor’s face as he leaned in cheerily towards Vox who shot him a warning glare.

 

“Trouble? Ha, more like a whole pile of issues that keep stacking up and could be easily resolved if someone got that stick out of his ass and put a dick in it instead!”

 

“Vel I think it’s important we show as a united front during these times, so maybe fucking shut up about me and Val!”

 

“Pfft what’s he gonna do? Broadcast the news that your bedroom’s dead over the fucking radio? You think people are gonna try and take us down just because you suddenly turned into a prude? Please.” Velvette shot Vox the middle finger as if to accentuate her point. Vox let out a frustrated growl as the elevator door closed and lifted the two ladies up. Alastor found himself alone in the alley with the TV demon who quickly turned to him, face full of rage and annoyance.

 

“Fucking unlock it! I can't afford to have this thing on much longer!” Vox  hissed. “It’s literally causing millions in damages!”

 

“Really? How unfortunate!” The radio demon gasped, bringing a hand to his chest in mock concern. “I had no idea sex with you was so valuable. Too bad that currently, you belong to me.”

 

“Al! I’m se—“ Vox’s statement was cut off by the radio demon leaning in close to his screen, his smile excessively wide, and his eyes giving off a faint glow.

 

“If I remember correctly I marked my dominion last month. Dare I say even conquered you in enemy territory. So as long as you want any hope of having another satisfying sexual encounter, I suggest you keep any hands off myproperty. No matter the collateral damages.” Alastor tapped the side of his staff against Vox’s crotch to emphasize his point. Sensitive ears could pick up the sound of the lock jingling against metal. “Understood?”

 

Rage and arousal wared on Vox’s face as fine red lines pixelated at the corner of downturned lips. “Fuck you.”

 

“Oh, that won’t be for another two weeks, dear.” The radio demon laughed providing a laugh track and cheering from his mic to accompany him as he stepped into an available elevator. Alastor watched Vox through a silent tantrum as the glass tube lifted him up.

 

***

Velvette was on her phone as she sat next to Vox at the table. Camilla was droning on about raining in control over the excessive fighting breaking out. Vox had no desire to stop any fighting and the woman’s growing pacifism was starting to irk the TV demon. She literally sold weapons yet routinely preached avoidance of unnecessary fighting, or turf wars. If sinners needed to work things out using violence that was expected in hell. 

 

“Look into our ability to get Angelic weapons. Now with the knowledge that Angel’s can be killed and Camilla’s pussy footing, I think it’s high time we break her monopoly of that fucking market.” Vox whispered to Velvette who ginned in menacing agreement.

 

“I’ll add it to the Voxtech Angelic security agenda.” The doll demon tapped a reminder into her phone and added Vox to the document app where she was taking notes. The TV demon’s phone buzzed with the invitation and he took it out to have a look, ignoring Camilla’s powerpoint completely for long enough to check his emails. There was nothing of interest so he sat his phone down. Vox turned his screen towards the front glancing as discreetly as possible at Rosie, who had come to the meeting arm in arm with the radio demon. To say that Vox had been a bit jealous was an understatement. Watching the pair walk down the street like some old married couple out for a stroll had been irritating. Especially considering the last roleplay Vox had requested.

 

A bit of intimacy and romance would be nice. Having a cuddle or a hand held would be a form of aftercare Vox could melt into. Instead the redhead was always very business-like in his aftercare, either preserving Vox’s modesty by covering him, or simply tidying up the space they had wrecked. The only thing they reestablished after a session was their deal, by providing the next prompt. Vox knew intimacy of the emotional kind wasn’t on the table, still seeing the other demon treat the cannibal with such affection irked Vox. It didn’t help that Valentino had withdrawn his own affections due to Vox not putting out.

 

The TV demon sighed and propped his screen on his hand, boarded with the meeting, and frustrated with his circumstances. He should have never agreed to Alastor’s month-long celibacy, but then Vox was a fool. Playing with Alastor had always been worth any humiliation and pain, but the TV demon was finding it hard to keep going, especially after the last session. Vox could have lived the eternity of his afterlife without knowing what it was like to kiss Alastor, and he would have been happy. Living in blissful ignorance was a better option than replaying the kiss over and over again in his head. It had been electrifying, literally. Still he knew it had also been part of the roleplay. Alastor would have never pressed his lips against Vox’s screen if he hadn’t been playing the part of devoted husband. The radio demon had played his part well. Vox’s house was a mess again and every meal he had paled in comparison to what Alastor had cooked for him that night.

 

He glanced towards Alastor again, wondering if the man had ever made lunch for Rosie. They had shared tastes after all.

 

Alastor was not only a brilliant cook but a resourceful one,  as the lunch the radio demon had made for Vox proved. Utilizing the leftovers or their meal, the demon had made strange little doughy balls with an accompanying remoulade. Velvette had seen him taking a timid bite of the deep fried rice balls. She’d asked where he’d learned to make Calas, which was a food he wasn’t familiar with. Velvette had then explained that they were a creole dish, and usually sweet. Though Alastor had made a savory version by taking the time to cut up the meat in the jambalaya real fine so it would mix in with the yeasty batter. It must have taken tremendous effort. Having to chop and mix, waiting for the yeast to bubble and rise, before frying everything and wrapping it up in a neat little package.The radio demon was capable of thoughtful care, and seemed to enjoy playing the role of gentlemen with Rosie, even if he had hated playing housewife for Vox. It was bittersweet, to have the demon’s talents on display but to know it had all been part of a game. That on his own accord Alastor would never cook for Vox, or even just share a meal with him. That he would never kiss him again.

 

It had all just been part of the deal, fulfill the fantasy and leave until next time. Vox was eager for next time. His body was on edge and wanting relief. The TV demon already had his props ready for their meeting, but at the same time he felt empty. Vox knew his body would be satisfied but the issue was that his heart had started longing too. That wasn’t part of the deal. The TV demon had to get a hold of his emotions. Usually fucking around with Val and listening to the man call him sweet pet names was a good emotional distraction, but Vox didn’t even have that. 

 

It seemed all anyone wanted him for was sex…and Vox was stupid enough to give it to them, because he had nothing else. This dark thought was only reinforced when Vox and Velvette made their way back to Vtower after the meeting.

 

“Really that meeting could have been an email.” The TV demon grumbled.

 

“What do you care, it’s not like you have anything better to do, since you’re not fucking Val. Besides, don't tell me you weren't happy for an excuse to leave Vtower, your highness.”

 

“Valentino has plenty of bodies he can, and does, stick his dick into. It doesn’t have to be me specifically.” Vox defended as they stepped over a dismembered body on the sidewalk.

 

“Apparently it does. You’re the most accessible and lowest effort fuck avaliable. Val doesn't have to dose you up with his salvia for you to want it, or at least he didn't have to. Keep this vow of celibacy up and who knows what he might do.” They made it to the front door of Vtowers, which had a smear of fresh blood across it, most likely from Valentino torturing someone due to his pent up sexual frustration.

 

“Good to know I’m an easy fuck.” Vox rolled his eyes, promptly zapping into the nearest available camera only to reappear in his office. The moment his ass hit the chair a call took over his screen.  He displayed the call on one of his monitors.

 

“Mi corazón.” Valentino’s voice said sweetly, large red eyes looking into the camera pleadingly. “Why are you being so cruel? Come upstairs, tell me about the meeting and let's relax together, huh?”

 

“I’m not in the mood Val.” Vox said turning his chair and checking his phone as a text message from his assistant came in about his schedule tomorrow.

 

“And why the fuck not!?” Val’s rage took over. “You haven’t been in the mood for two fucking weeks!”

 

Vox spun around some of his hurt and anger rearing its own head. “Is that all our relationship is to you? Sex?”

 

“Of course not amorcito, but I just can’t get enough of you. Your sweet little moans, and begging always get me so worked up. Why deny me? Don’t you want to submit to your Papi? We can make an evening of it. Play all night, it’ll help you relax after that meeting. I know you didn’t want to go listen to Camilla whine about whatever shit she’s on now. You work so hard, Voxxie, come up here and relax.”

 

The offer sounded good. Vox did want to get out of his head, and with everything going on in hell he’d been working overtime trying to keep a tight hold on the V’s territory. Velvette and Val were great business partners but they weren’t as meticulous as Vox was. Vox had his eye on everything and could see a threat coming a mile away. He also kept track of all three V soul contracts. He knew exactly how many souls were on their leash and who belonged to who, he was in the middle of a soul inventory after the latest extermination attempt. While the majority of the Angels had gone to the hotel a few exorcists had flown off to harass sinners once they saw that Charlie and her brode were actually capable of killing them. 

 

The cowards.

 

“I can see how tired you are. Come on, let me make some decisions for a while, and you can just be my mindless little cock sleeve for a couple of hours, huh baby?”

 

Vox wanted that. He wanted to turn off his brain and stop thinking about work and…Alastor. Still it would be hard to explain the device restricting his dick, and another part of him wanted to remain untouched just like the radio demon had requested. He thought back to that cane tapping him, and the possessive sound of Alastor’s voice.

 

“Very tempting Val, but you know I’m in the middle of an inventory, and the meeting has brought up other concerns. I’ll debrief you later but for now I have to finish my work.” Vox hung up before he could get yelled at.

 

**

Alastor took a sip of his whiskey, savoring the burn of alcohol as it went down his throat. Husk was cleaning a glass absentmindedly ignoring the radio demon for the most part. Alastor had just finished up a round of shadow inspections for the night. Everything was in working order, Nifty hadn’t got stuck anywhere, and Charlie was plotting team building activities in her room. Vaggie was nodding off sleepily as she attempted to be supportive of her girlfriend’s laughable plans for redemption. Angel Dust was unaccounted for, but then Alastor just assumed he was working late.

 

The radio demon purposefully set down his glass on the counter avoiding the coaster Husk had provided. The bartender glared at him but just rolled his eyes and moved the drink onto the coaster. Small little annoyances were hardly the feast that Alastor would be indulging in come tomorrow evening, but still satisfying all the same. The quiet was interrupted by Angel bursting through the doors with a groan. He slunk his way over to the bar plopping down next to Alastor. The radio demon scooted back trying to reclaim some space, dusting off his pant leg where Angel had accidentally brushed against him.

 

“I need a strong drink.” Angel muttered and Husk promptly poured him a glass.

 

“Rough night?” The feline owl asked, with a note of concern hidden by his gruff tone.

 

“That’s an understatement. I don’t know what is going on between Vox and Val, but whatever it is, it’s bleeding into Val’s work. Had me fucking literal TVs, and I was not into the electricity play.” Alastor's smile grew wide, and he stifled a laugh, enjoying the discomfort he had caused. Who would have known that the simple act of locking up Vox’s dick would cause this much mayhem. It was utterly delightful.

 

“After that…” Angel glanced at Alastor and hesitated in what he was about to say before shrugging, obviously not caring that the radio demon was there gleefully listening to his pain. “I saw him having an argument with that flat faced prick. I’m glad I was able to leave before I had to deal with the backlash of whatever they were going on about.”

 

Alastor’s smile pressed into an upward line, stained at the corners. He finished his drink again placing his sweating glass directly on the polished wood of the bar, before getting up. “I am sorry to hear you had a rough time of it at work, Angel, but if you’ll excuse me. I’m turning in for the night, good evening gentlemen.”

 

The radio demon dissolved into shadow, he distantly heard Angel mutter to Husk. “Since when does he care what fucking happens to me at work?”

 

Once his shadow had made it out of the hotel he dissolved completely into the aether, warping reality and traveling at the speed of sound towards Vtower. He materialized onto the wall of Vox’s bedroom. He stuck to his favorite corner where the light from the lamp on the nightstand didn’t quite reach. The TV demon wasn’t in the bedroom but yelling could be heard from beyond the door. Alastor was just about to crawl along the walls and floor to investigate when the sound of footsteps came towards the room. He shrunk back to his corner, the door swinging open harshly.

 

“I fucking said no Val!” Vox came into the room coughing, waving a hand in front of his face as red smoke followed him. “You know that shit doesn’t affect me the same as it does your little whores, so fuck off.”

 

“Amorcito, why are you being like this? Are you jealous? Have I not been giving you enough attention? You know you’re my favorite piece of ass.” The moth demon trailed in behind the TV. “Just get on the bed, you know you want it. Always so desperate and needy for me, even without my pheromones. That's all you baby, you just love getting on your knees for me. You have my attention now Voxxie, let me take care of you.”

 

Vox sat down on the bed coughing again, and Val came to stand in front of him. Alastor pulled away from the corner wall a bit, still inky black and obscured but materializing more solidly. An odd protective feeling overtook him but the radio demon brushed it off. If he needed to defend his property he would, that’s all there was to it. It was part of the game, the agreement. Vox needed to be desperate, and untouched.  Alastor wasn’t going to let Valentino ruin that.

 

“I”ll let you fuck me all night on Wednesday.” Vox said calmly, looking up at Valentino. The blue light that emanated from his screen turned up to full brightness, red eye swirling. The moth demon’s eyes narrowed, and Alastor wondered if Vox’s hypnosis would fail. “You can do whatever you want to me, and I’ll beg you to keep going.”

 

Vox’s finger beckoned for Valentino to crouch down. The moth demon did, the hand holding the cigarette going limp. Vox’s claw ran down the man’s chest seductively as he never broke eye contact. 

 

“You can fuck me and let out all that frustration on Wednesday. I’ll let you do whatever you want and just moan like the little slut I am. Enjoying every fucking minute of it, and asking for more. I’ll be your compliant cock sleeve, no pheromone smoke required.” Vox let out a tantalizing moan, his eye still swirling with black rings. “Cause you know I want it, you know I love being a good boy for you, Papi.” Val nodded dumbly. “But that’s not until Wednesday, tonight and tomorrow night you’re going to leave me alone, got it?”

 

“Si.” Valentino agreed, and Vox dismissed him with a wave of his hand. Once the other overlord had left the room Vox slumped forward, head resting in his hands.

 

“Fuck.” He breathed out in relief once he heard the front door of his apartment close. Alastor retreated back into the shadow, pleased with how well Vox had handled the situation. Proud that the TV demon hadn’t let Valentino touch him for an entire month.

Notes:

Took me forever to do all those tags again, damn. Anyway I’ll try not to have a mental breakdown and delete everything again.

Chapter 2: Chastity: part 2

Everyone at the hotel believed that if Angel’s phone was blowing up, it was Valentino calling him. They where correct, the moth demon would torture the spider demon with haressing voice mails or text message at all hours of the day. It irked Alastor to no end, mainly because he’d have to deal with Charlie’s pouting face for the rest of the afternoon. Then he’d have to listen to Angel self-destructing at Husk’s bar as he tried to establish some sense of control over his life.

 

“Come on, what’ll it take to get into those fancy pants of yours?” The spider demon crooned seductively as Alastor side stepped trailing fingers. If Husk rebuffed Angel too harshly the porn star would focus his attention on the only other dick in the hotel. Which sadly meant Alastor had to suffer through not only hearing the outrageous amount of sexual innuendo that came out of Angel’s mouth but being the recipient of it.

 

“As stated many a times before, never going to happen.” Alastor deadpanned hands firmly gripping his staff behind his back. 

 

“Come on, why so uptight? It’s hell, what’s a little fun between sinners.” The radio demon could smell the alcohol on Angel’s breath. He gave Husk a glare but the cat only shrugged, eyes full of sympathy. If that sympathy was for Angel’s bad decisions or Alastor’s discomfort the radio demon couldn’t tell.

 

“Not all of us are in hell due to the sin of lust, dear.” Alastor walked away heading towards the staircase.  Angel reached out for him, but Alastor's shadow stepped out of his reach.

 

“Come on you can’t tell me you don’t ever wanna scratch that itch. I could help you out, and there ain’t nothing you could do to me that would be a surprise. I’m sure you’re into some kinky shit.” The spider waggled his eyebrows.

 

“If I have an itch to scratch then I’m very capable of scratching it myself. As it stands I’m not a very itchy person.” 

 

Angel pouted at him and turned his attention back to Husk. “How about you pussycat? You in a better mood now?”  

 

Husk grumbled. “I think it’d be good if you just went to bed, Angel. Get some rest before the next round of calls from Valentino.”

 

Angel glared at them both and shot up from his seat. “You two don’t know what you’re missing! I’d fucking blow your minds!” The spider demon approached Alastor specifically. “Especially you Mister prim and proper. Bet you’ve never had a good fuck in your entire life!”

 

The redhead ignored the accusing finger being jabbed into his face. Instead he took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. “As much as I would just love to continue indulging your temper tantrum, I have an appointment to keep.”

 

“Fucking prick!” 

 

Alastor disappeared into shadow, trailing along the walls as he made his way up to his radio tower. Once in his tower the radio demon took a seat, awaiting the familiar buzz of Vox summoning him to whatever location he’d picked for their rendezvous. The radio demon was as curious as always to see how the TV demon had interpreted the prompt. The overlord was brilliant at thinking outside of the box. Even their last session had taken Alastor by surprise. The only consistent thing Alastor could count on when it came to Vox’s desires was that the demon wanted to be subjugated. Even if Alastor was taking on a traditional submissive role such as housewife. Vox had flipped Alastor’s expectations on their head. The radio demon found himself looking forward to the TV’s creativity. The demon was always so eager to please, no matter how much humiliation or trouble it caused him. Alastor laughed to himself. It’s the one thing he enjoyed greatly about their encounters. Vox’s absolute willingness to make a fool of himself and obey orders. Even when the TV demon put up a bratty little fight, Alastor enjoyed the struggle. In the end no matter the push back Vox just wanted to be a good boy for him, and that was evident by the fact that he’d defend his chastity admirably all month.

 

Perhaps Vox deserved a reward for all his hard work.

 

The buzz of the familiar summoning tingled over Alastor’s skin. With a wide smile he dissipated into the radio waves letting them whisk him away to whatever stage Vox had set.

 

The radio demon materialized inside of what looked to be a confessional. The space was small and he almost knocked over the radio and lube bottle that sat on a bench. Pushing the small cathedral style device to the far corner and slipping the lube into his pocket Alastor took a seat on the bench. The piece of wood covering the small screened window slid away.

 

“May God, who has enlightened every heart, help you to know your sins and trust his mercy.” Vox’s acting was impeccable. For a sinner damned to hell to deliver that line with such virtuous calm was worthy of an award. The radio demon’s smile grew, already thoroughly entertained just a minute into their roleplay.

 

“Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been ninety five years since my last confession.”

 

Vox hummed wisely. “Quite a while, my child, what brings you in seeking forgiveness after so long?”

 

Alastor let out a dramatic sigh. Being partially obscured by the confessional screen made him lean into his acting. His mid-Atlantic accent strong. “I have been coveting another man’s partner.”

 

There was a bit of a pause from Vox before he cleared his throat. “How so?”

 

Alastor’s grin stretched across his face as he leaned in close to the screen separating him from the TV demon. “The man is vile and selfish, and his partner is unsatisfied in the relationship. I know I could honor him so much better, and so I think of what it would be like to be with him. To take him from that disgusting creature he calls a boyfriend.”

 

Sensitive ears twitch picking up the sound of a hitched breath and a nervous swallow. “Do you think of this often?”

 

“Yes.” Alastor rests his head against the grate. “I think about what he would sound like beneath me. If he would maon, or whimper. Perhaps he’d call my name and beg for more. I get lost in these thoughts and then I sin again father.”

 

“You sin again?” The sound of Vox’s fan speeding up told Alastor the man was getting aroused, it was so easy to get the demon riled up. The redhead stifled a laugh knowing that the cage would stop the TV demon’s dick from growing hard. It would be uncomfortable, and Alastor wanted to get him worked up even more. Wanted to see that desperation and frustration.

 

“I defile my body, father.” There was a static charge to the air as he said the words. “For hours I touch myself thinking of him.”

 

“H-hours?” Vox stuttered and there was the sound and clothes rustling.

 

“Hmm, yes.” Alastor pitched his voice low. “Hours. Have you never touched yourself, father? Gotten lost in the sensation of it? In the pleasure ?”

 

“Certainly not!” Vox tried for indignation but a small squeak ruined it. It was confirmation that the TV wouldn’t need much. Alastor was playing him like a piano.

 

“Would you like to try, father?”

 

“W-what?”

 

“Maybe if I can just get this lust out of my system I could stop thinking about him. Maybe if I lay with a virtuous man, I’ll be set on a righteous path.”

 

There was a crashing sound and the confessional booth rattled with whatever movement Vox was making. “You are truly depraved! There is no forgiveness I could give you.”

 

The door opened from the other side and Alastor chuckled at the put upon outrage. In reality the TV demon had probably found it increasingly hard to sit still. Cracking open his own door Alastor found that they were in a replica of a catholic church. Pews lined the large room and up front was a small stage that held a pulpit and a cross hung upside down framed by red and black  stain glass windows. It was a marvelous set up, the TV demon had truly gone all out. The redhead looked up following the windows and noticed the exposed beams and lights. So they were in a studio. 

 

Vox was storming away from the confessional, dressed in ceremonial robes. “I can not give you the sacrament of confession. Pray for forgiveness.”

 

Shadows bubbled beneath Alastor’s feet and a tentacle shot out to catch the TV demon around his ankle, stopping his retreat. “That’s alright, Father, I’m not here for forgiveness.” Vox was forced to turn around and face the demon who stalked closer to him. “I am here to tempt you.”

 

A bitter laugh escaped Vox’s mouth, cyan eyes narrowing. “I will never be tempted by the likes of you, demon!”

 

“Oh, but you could be tempted?” The shadow arm yanked at the ankle causing the TV to topple over and hit the ground hard. He braced himself but soon lost his balance as he was dragged towards Alastor. Claws grasped at the floor desperately as Vox looked over his shoulders with a delicious expression of fear.

 

“No, that's not what I meant. I could never be tempted, period.” Vox corrected frantically struggling against the tentacle drawing him in. The skirts of his robe hiked up as he was being pulled across the floor, revealing a pair of trousers underneath. With the flick of his wrist Alastor summoned another tentacle, which wasted no time taking advantage of Vox’s vulnerable positions. It slither up the folds of the TV demon’s inseam and rubbed against the front of his pants.

 

“If you could never be tempted then why cage yourself father?” The shadow pushed against the cage Alastor knew was underneath the cotton fabric.

 

 Vox reached for the tentacle caressing him and tried to shove it away. “To shield myself from those, like you, who would use my body's response against me.”

 

“Are you very responsive, father?” Alastor purred as he bent down close to Vox once he’d finally been dragged within reach. Red tipped fingers brushed against the side of Vox’s screen. “Can you not control yourself?”

 

The TV demon leaned into the touch eagerly, though his face was a scowl. Despite playing the part of unwilling participant Vox was eager to be touched after a month of celibacy. His own hand came to touch the one cupping his screen, seeming to enjoy the sensation for a moment before throwing Alastor’s hand off him. “I can control myself just fine, demon!”

 

“Is that so?” Tentacles tugged at Vox’s clothes causing the button to pop off, as his pants were forcefully pulled down. “Well if you are so pious, then I should have no effect on you.”

 

A leg kicked out in defense, the movement slightly hindered by the trousers now pooled around Vox’s ankle. Still he put up a half hazard fight which drew a laugh from Alastor’s lips. The pants were completely lost and tossed to the side during the struggle. More shadows appeared pinning Vox’s arms and legs. Clawed fingers trail over the metal restricting Vox’s arousal. The TV demon was obviously uncomfortable, hips shifting, and breathing coming in excited pants. Red eyes look up into a flushed screen as fingers trail down the seam of Vox’s balls. 

 

Alastor cupped Vox firmly, teasing him.

 

“Stop.” The TV demon breathed out, hips shifting again trying to get away from the touch. The radio demon’s palm pressed up before giving a gentle tug. “Fuck.”

 

“What a filthy mouth you have, considering you are a man of god .” The tentacles holding the TV demon circled firmly around his wrist, ankles, forearms and calves before lifting up. There was another half hearted struggle as Vox was brought close to sharp teeth, legs forced to straddle Alastor’s shoulders. Cyan eyes grew wide with excitement as the radio demon turned his head into a dark blue thigh with an open mouth. A soft nip was answered by an even softer moan. Alastor closed his eyes, ears flicking towards the sound as he bit down a little harder.

 

“God!”

 

Red eyes glance up at the screen watching him, mouth wide as a tongue licked over the teeth marks left behind. “Oh, They won’t help you here.”

 

Smiling lips trailed up tender flesh, leaving behind the occasional nip, before stopping in front of the cage. Sharp teeth clack against the metal. Vox’s breath hitched and there was squirming, cyan eyes never once looked away.

 

“Fuck! Let me out!” Alastor ignored him as he continued to lavish Vox with kisses and licks, taking out the lubricant from his pocket to slick up his fingers. “A whole fucking month, Al! Come on, unlock the damn cage!”

 

Furry ears swivel towards the pleading as their owner moves on to the opposite thigh, peppering it with nips and kisses. A wet finger came up to trace around Vox’s entrance. The TV demon let out a literal sob.

 

“Please!” Tentacles hold firm as Vox earnestly tries to free himself. A punishing bite makes the TV flinch and moan. “For fuck’s sake, unlock the cage!”

 

Alastor’s head pops up smiling sympathetically at the other demon, finger pressing in shallowly. “Now, father, it’s not proper for you to curse like that. I think you should pray for forgiveness.”

“Fuck you!”

 

“I see lust has overtaken you, yes you should definitely pray my dear man.”  Alastor removed his finger instead, using both hands to spread Vox’s cheeks apart with a firm grip. Lowering his head again the radio demon blew a hot breath against sensitive skin. “I think you should say the full prayer of confessions and forgiveness. You know it I’m sure, say it loud and clear.”

 

It was punishment for demanding he be freed, but mostly the radio demon just wanted to hear the TV struggle to speak as he was luxuriated with attention. The flat of Alastor’s tongue pressed against the puckered hole.

 

“Ah! Please…”

 

“I don’t believe that's the beginning of the prayer, Father.”

 

“Come on Al, please, just unlock the cage.” Vox moaned desperately, body tensing in uncomfortable pleasure as the radio demon’s tongue circled his rim. “Ooh, please, please, take it off.”

 

Alastor withdrew, angling his head up to drag his tongue slowly over Vox’s perineum. “I believe the prayer starts like this : faithful God, who loves justice and making broken things whole.” The radio demon encouraged.

 

“Faithful God, who loves justice and making broken things whole, oh!” Alastor went back to licking, his tongue gliding down, and claws squeezing the soft flesh of Vox’s ass. “I confess that I've been choosing to walk in my own way by…by…uh..”

 

“Lust, dear, you’re acting like a complete Jezebel. Absolutely despicable, pleading for me to free you so you can get hard and debouch yourself. It’s pathetic. Now start over.” Alastor ordered before closing his mouth over the TV demon and pressing his tongue in.

 

Vox groaned in frustration taking a deep breath before starting again.“Faithful God, who loves justice and making broken things whole. I confess that I've been choosing to walk in my own way by giving into lust.” 

 

Another moan was ripped from Vox’s throat when Alastor moved back to circling his tongue around his entrance slowly. Lapping at the puckered hole sent shivers through Vox’s body. Thighs trembled around a head of red hair, and whimpering continued to interrupt the prayer.

 

“F-forgive me for the pain..ah! Mmmm my choices have caused those around me, and give me wisdom as I navigate the conse-ah-quences of my decision.” Vox gasped out. Alastor nipped at his inner thigh planting little kisses along the way.

 

“And what is that decision, dear?” The TV demon was lowered again as Alastor leaned back taking in the sight of Vox’s dazed expression.

 

“Please, sir, unlock the cage.” Vox asked sweetly.

 

“Why should I? I thought you wouldn’t be tempted. Don’t you want to keep your vow of chastity?”

 

“Noooo.” Vox let his head fall back and Alastor chuckled at the dramatic display. “Please, it’s been so long, I need it.”

 

“So long, really?” The radio demon stood up looking down at Vox. “Was it difficult? Not being able to touch yourself?” Alastor’s eyes glowed a little. “Not allowing anyone else to touch you?”

 

“Yes.” Vox nodded. “Please, touch me now? I need you.”

 

Alastor smiled, hands coming to his chest in mock surprise. “You need me specifically?”

 

“Yes!” Vox groaned in frustration.

 

“Well, Father, I’d be delighted to break that vow of chastity for you. I think depravity suits you so much better.” Taking out his watch Alastor unhooked the key from its chain. Vox squirmed beneath him with excitement and…something else that the radio demon couldn’t name. Cyan eyes watched slim fingers replace the watch before shifting to the key. A tongue came out to lick digital lips. Tentacles carried Vox back to the confessional booth.

 

“Wait, what are you doing?” He asked in frantic confusion. 

 

“Just a bit of privacy, father, for when you touch yourself.”

 

“No, no. I want you to touch me!” Tentacles dissolved into shadow leaving Vox unrestrained. He put his hands together as if in prayer. “Please, sir.”

 

Alastor ignored him, stepping into the small booth and unlocking the cage. “You’ve gone this whole month without my touch. Surely you’ll be alright, I’ll guide you through it.”

 

The radio demon petted the side of the TV head and then closed the flimsy wooden door of the confessional. He took a seat back on the other side. Vox’s hands came up to touch the wood screen separating them.

 

“Please, Al, touch me.” The plea was genuinely desperate, the lack of honorifics highlighted Vox’s raw need. The redhead stifled an annoyed huff instead broadcasting soothing sounds; long calming wavelengths to massage at Vox’s receptors. Alastor was bewildered as to why the TV demon seemed so distraught. Putting aside the degrading words he would have loved to spit at Vox, he adjusted his approach.

 

“It will be fine dear, you have been very good for me all month, but I think it best if we ease back into the pleasure. I wouldn’t want you to get overwhelmed now would I? You got so worked up last time you passed out on me. So let’s start slow.”

 

“O-ok, yes, sir.” The words wobbled with uncertainty.

 

“Good, now get comfortable.” Alastor leaned back on the bench and by the sound of it Vox did the same. “Close your eyes, and take a deep breath for me”

 

Red ears twitched towards the sound of breathing, and Alastor closed his eyes as well. “Good, another breath in through your nose and let it out slowly.”

 

“But-“

 

“Be good for me.” Alastor cut off any protest. A small whimper echoed through the tiny space, soon followed by another shuddering breath.

 

“Now gather up those robes, make sure they're not in the way. Another breath in and out.” The radio demon instructed. He could hear the shuffling of clothes and another breath, this one more even. “Run your fingers up your tight. A soft touch.”

 

Vox’s breath hitched. “I want you to touch me. Please.”

 

“Patience, dear. For now just imagine it’s me. That your hand is mine. I’m sure you do that often, think about me.”

 

“Yes.” The TV demon sighed out, breath coming in heavy.

 

“Do that now, pull up all those little fantasies you’ve played in your mind like the silver screen.”

 

“Mhmm.”

 

“Don’t touch yourself until I tell you to. Just focus on your breath and the fingers tracing up your thigh. Take another slow deep breath in for me, dear.” Vox did so. “Now let it out completely and arch your back. Keep those fingers close but don’t touch your cock yet. Try and have some control.”

 

The Tv demon moaned softly and Alastor could hear the creek of the bench as he arched on the out breath. “Are you getting hard, dear?”

 

“Yes.” The TV demon’s breathy tone elicited a small buzz of excitement. His complete compliance in following Alastor’s orders sent a thrill through the radio demon, and an ear twitched wanting to pick up every sound made.

 

“Good, another breath in for me… and out. Wrap your fingers around your base.”

 

“Nhn!” Static charged the air. Alastor could practically taste Vox’s arousal.

 

“Breath in and stroke up.” The inhale was sharp. “Out and down.”

 

“Oooh, Alastor.” 

 

“Don’t lose focus.” The words were as much for Vox as they were for Alastor, as he felt himself stirring. But, unlike the TV demon he didn’t need to touch himself. He allowed his body to respond to the stimuli of Vox’s voice and the authority he held over the other overlord. “Keep breathing, keep stroking.” 

 

“Fuck…”

 

A small black void appeared next to Alastor and he fished out the lube from his pocket, dropping it into the portal. “Slick up your fingers for me.”

 

“Help me, please, Al. I want to feel you.” Despite the begging Alastor could hear the cap being popped on the lube. The squelching sound of Vox squeezing out some of the lubrication echoed through the small enclosed space, and Alastor leaned back again with his eyes closed taking in his own steadying breath.

 

“You didn’t need my help preparing yourself last time. I caught you touching yourself like the impatient little slut you are.” The wet sound of fingers sliding over hard skin graced Alastor’s ears and a small shiver ran down his spine. Vox was so willing to follow orders and so unabashed with the sounds escaping his lips.

 

“Ah! Fuck you felt so good, last time. You fucked me so good, sir please. I want…oh…I…”

 

This Alastor could enjoy, an odd sexual indulgence that he knew other partners would have no patience for. But, this was his prompt and if he didn’t want to be touched or seen, if he wanted a break from the performance then Vox wouldn’t push. He might beg, plead, and let out a flurry of delicious sounds in an attempt to entice Alastor, but the TV demon never pushed. Because of that Alastor didn’t mind indulging the other on occasion. If he begged enough, Alastor could attempt to give Vox what he needed.

 

Vox didn’t care if Alastor desired him sexually, he just cared about being satisfied, and ordered around. The structure of their setup was perfect. Alastor didn’t have to initiate sex, an issue that had come up in his living life when he had attempted to engage in the normal courtships expected of his time. Being told that scheduled intercourse was not romantic (whatever that meant) had put a damper on any relationship he had attempted to engage in. Women always wanted to be desired, to have a man ravish them. Men wanted him needy and begging for sex. Everyone always connected intercourse with passion, but Alastor didn’t see it that way. Intercourse was a duty, a biological necessity for procreation or an act to establish intimacy and connection with a chosen mate. Though even those emotions of intimacy and love had been hard for Alastor to muster, never gaining interest in marriage or the usual romantic sentiments. Mimzy was the closest he’d gotten to tolerating a relationship, and even then the spit fire had become too much, too demanding. Wanting him to play the part of a sexual beast. Everything he had done as a man, be it bringing flowers to a young sheba, or engaging in intercourse with a boisterous sheik, had been a duty. A script he had been given to follow. Alastor had always been a marvelous performer, so he’d acted out the script in his youth in an attempt to appear normal. But following that script had only led to him constantly being pushed out of his comfort zone, and loathing relationships of any sort. Eventually he just kept everyone at arm's length, lest they read into his actions intentions that weren’t there.

 

Sex and proper courtship had always  been something his partners wanted, demanded even…Vox knew better than to expect that, especially after what happened seven years ago. Power, control and domination Alastor could give, and so now that was all Vox asked for. Alastor found himself wanting to hear more of Vox’s moans, wanting evidence that the TV demon was enjoying himself. Proof that Alastor was capable of supplying pleasure and passion even if so many of his past partners had accused him of being broken in that way.

 

“Think about how satisfying it felt last time, how much you enjoyed me milking you.”

 

“Ah! Fuck.. yes…sooo good. Will you do it again sir, please?” Alastor slid his hand over his tenting erection, listening to Vox’s breathing and little whimpers.

 

“Oh but, that was a bit much, even for a harlot like you. You literally crashed because you were so fucked out of your mind. I had to hook you up to charge like some useless sex toy that lost battery.”

 

The response to the insult was satisfying, as the TV demon moaned loud and low. Having Vox in the right state of mind for degrading was always entertaining. The radio demon palmed at his own clothed erection.

 

“Hmn…it won’t happen ah-again, sir. Just touch me, please.”

 

“Stop stroking.” Alastor commanded firmly, removing his own hand from his pants.

 

“Nhn!” The wet sound stopped.

 

“I’m impressed that a little slut like you was able to control yourself. Good, now get on your knees. A position you should be intimately familiar with.”

 

“Mhm…” A red ear twitched in annoyance as the slick sound of stroking started up again, accompanied by the wet sound of fingers being sucked on. With a pop and another moan Vox spoke one infuriating sentence: “Make me.”

 

An annoyed growl bubbled up Alastor’s throat as he opened his eyes. Vox answered with more lewd over the top sounds. There was the creaking of wood as Alastor spotted the TV demon thrust into his fist through the slats in the screen, tongue lapping messily at the fingers of his unoccupied hand. The sounds only caused more sexual frustration.

 

“Do you not have a single ounce of self control?” The radio demon asked through a crackling filter, materializing in front of the other overlord. Cyan eyes caught sight of the erection Alastor was sporting, and the TV demon slurped at his fingers giving himself another slow and firm stroke.

 

With a smirk Vox let his hand drop from his mouth. “No, I’m just a little slut, remember?”

 

“Well then you should learn some discipline.” Alastor said calmly stepping out of the booth, shadows clawing up from under the bench. One tentacle wrapped around Vox’s offending hand putting a stop to his self pleasure, another yanked him off the bench, dragging him to the front by the stage where a prie-dieu sat. The redhead walked calmly toward the other demon as shadow arms forced him to kneel on the small piece of furniture. Alastor’s doppelgänger stretched out ahead of him depositing a piece of paper and a pen onto the desk part of the prayer kneeler, having magically conjured the items. The TV demon stuck his ass out with a rye smile over his shoulder enjoying having been forced onto his knees.

 

“What are you going to do? Make me write an apology letter?” 

 

Alastor pulled up the skirts of Vox’s robe giving his ass a firm smack just as one tentacle wrapped painfully tight around the base of his leaking cock and another held his robes aloft. “No, but you will write ‘I am an impatient whore’ fifty times. If your handwriting is neat enough, perhaps I’ll let you cum.”

 

Alastor tapped the paper and Vox picked up the pen with a glare. As the TV demon started to write Alastor went back to the confessional to fetch the lube. He let a generous dollop land onto his fingers before pocketing the bottle and slicking up his digits. Vox’s screen was tilted down in concentration as he wrote his sentences diligently in clear print script. The radio demon leaned down looking over Vox’s shoulder, chest pressed close. The TV head paused in his writing turning towards Alastor with a quizzitive lift of a digital brow.

 

“Mhm, I should have clarified.” The paper vanished and a new blank one appeared. “Write the lines in cursive.” Vox groaned and started over again with looping curves of his pen. After the demon completed the first three sentences Alastor pushed a finger into his entrance. The pen stuttered over the paper leaving a messy blot, but Vox continued writing. Angling his finger just right the redhead brushed against Vox’s prostate.

 

“Hmhn!” Fluorescent teeth bit into a bottom lip, stifling the sound. Vox continued writing trying to hold back moans of pleasure as Alastor pushed in and out adding a second finger along the way. Shaky hands were writing faster, causing the sentences to become less legible.

 

“Neatly, dear, I want to be able to read them.” Alastor reminded with another curl of his fingers sending a visible electric jolt skittering down Vox’s spine. He scissored his fingers as Vox slowed down trying to make his writing as clear as possible. The sound of his fan veering loudly caressed Alastor’s ears, smirking as he continued to stretch the TV demon slowly.

 

“Oh, fuck.” Vox cursed hand shaking as he finished line forty. He pushed back into Alastor’s touch, hanging his head for a moment as he caught his breath and then started on line forty one. A firm hand held hips still and fingers were withdrawn. 

 

“No…” Vox whimpered.

 

“Finish your task. After all these lessons in patience you still whine like a spoiled brat.”

 

Line forty three. “I’ve waited a whole month, sir. I just want to be fucked, please.”

 

Line forty four. “I don’t touch myself or engage in any sexual conduct until our assigned meeting. I wait a month every time. I don’t see what’s so difficult about this to warrant you acting like this. So desprate for sexual relief that’s you’ll fuck your hand and ignore my instructions. Are you really that depraved that a simple thirty days makes you act like an animal? Is this why you let that buffoon of a business partner fuck you, because you are incapable of self control?”

 

Line forty six. “I didn’t let him though, I was good. Val didn’t fuck me. I made sure of it. Kept myself untouched for you, sir.”

 

Alastor turned around to take a seat on one of the closet pews. “And so you will remain, untouched.”

 

“What?!” Vox turned towards him with outrage displaying on his screen.

 

“You ruined my enjoyment, so why should I reward you with my touch? Now finish up your sentences, and perhaps I’ll let one of my tentacles take care of that needy little hole of yours.”

 

“I’m sorry, sir, please! I want to be touched. I can’t wait a whole fucking month again.” Vox whined, going back to writing his sentences desperately. Making the last two as neat as possible trying to gain Alastor’s favor.

 

“Oh you won't have to, you are free of your chastity belt. You can fuck that eleven foot tall idiot you keep at home.” With a flick of his wrist the Radio demon summoned the finished sentences into his hand, looking them over. 

 

“I want you, please.” The TV demon tried to get up from his kneeling position but shadow arms forced him to stay put.

 

“Well, maybe next time you’ll think better about acting like an insolent brat, and when I tell you to stop touching yourself you will.” Alastor set the paper aside. “Your penmanship is atrocious, especially from fifteen to forty. Ink blots and shaky lines everywhere.”

 

“Please, please, you don’t have to fuck me, but just touch me. Spank me, hold me down, anything! I’m sorry!”

 

Alastor closed his eyes, relaxing into his seat. “Keep begging while I think about it.”

 

“Alastor! Please, come on! I said I was sorry.” A whimper accompanied the end of his sentence as the radio demon willed one of his tentacles to circle around his entrance teasingly. The one that had been wrapped tightly around Vox’s cock loosened and started to move. The redhead could feel the phantom sensation of Vox pushing back towards the tentacle teasing his ass.

 

“Still impatient.”

 

 Vox stilled desprate to get fucked in some shape or form. “I’ll be good.” The tentacle pushed in slowly. “Yeeessss…oh yes…please. I wish it was your dick fucking me. Oh please, I’m sorry, sir.”

 

The tentacle pushed in and out slowly complementing the slow stroking on Vox’s erection. Together they set an alternating rhythm, and Alastor’s ears swiveled towards the sound of begging. He sent out a radio wave carrying the recorded sounds of moaning, and wet kissing. Vox mimicked them eagerly.

 

“Huh…ah…fuck…it’s nhnn..not enough …more…harder…please.”

 

Alastor unzipped his pants, sliding his hand into his underwear and freeing himself. He let his head fall back as he wrapped his finger around his hard on. “You’ve learned nothing, still demanding more than you’ve been given.” He swiped his thumb over the head gathering up some of the pre-cum pooling there before giving himself a slow stroke. “Be patient.”

 

“Are you…ah! Are you touching yourself? Fuck…Al please, at least let me see.”

 

Red eyes open, catching sight of Vox trying to look over his shoulder. A new  tentacle forces him to look ahead, and the one penetrating him gives a harsh thrust pushing Vox forward into the prayer kneeler, causing the small piece of furniture to tip forward precariously. Shadows came up to support it as the rhythm of the thrusts picked up. The TV demon shuffled his knees further apart pushing back to meet each hard push.

 

“Al! Oh…ah.. I wanna see. You’re so fucking hot when you touch yourself, please.”

 

The radio demon looked down at himself, hand still stroking slowly as a shutter tensed up his spine. Looking up he notices the hungry sparks dancing between bobbing antennas. With a wide smile he concentrated on sending out an electromagnetic wave. His image quality was always poor, but he tried to send the information as clearly as possible.

 

“Shit…god that’s sexy.” The TV moaned, obviously having received the signal. “More, I wanna see more.”

 

Despite his slow stroking Alastor found his pleasure building quickly, fueled by Vox’s voice. He removed his hand taking a steadying breath and dissolved into a pool of shadow, repositioning himself on the edge of the stage before rematerializing.

 

“Yes, let me see.” Vox’s claws where gripping on to the edge of the prie-dieu, as the tentacle behind him continued to fucking him hard and fast. His mouth was open, slack with lust and desire, moans pouring out like prayers.

 

“Oh, you’ll see.” Alastor said, taking in a steadying breath as he went back to stroking himself. “I want to see myself on your screen dear, so be a good picture box and display my broadcast for me.”

 

Leaning back on the stage the radio demon gave himself a few strokes before looking up and concentrating on sending out a signal. Alastor sent out a band at just below eighty eight hertz, and Vox’s antenna sparked. His screen fizzed with static as the TV demon flipped through channels trying to tune into the transmission. It must have taken an immense amount of concentration on the TV’s part, as it took a while but finally a wobbly picture was displayed on screen.

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor breathed out and picked up the pace of his self pleasure. His hips twitching, excited by the power he held over the TV demon fueling his bodily sensations. Vox played the transmission on loop, as the frequency was continuously fed to him by Alastor. The broadcast wasn’t broken until Alastor bit his lip, smiling in concentration, ears pinned back, hips pushing up as he fucked himself into his fist. When Vox’s face came back online cyan eyes were hazy with hedonism, static popping over his screen like a flush.

 

“Beautiful…” Vox breathed out, moaning low as he watched Alastor getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. Red ears pinned closer to the top of the Radio demon’s skull as if shying away from hearing the compliment. “Fuck Al, you’re absolutely gorgeous like this. I love it when you touch yourself.”

 

Tentacles thrust harsher, in hopes of shutting the TV up. “Huh…even though I'm not touching you? You…you were just begging me to.” The two of them moaned in unison as they both approached the edge of their fall.

 

“If…ooooh…If you’re busy touching yourself…fuck…if you’re getting off than I don’t give a fuck if you’re touching me. I…ah! Oh Al, I fucking love it when I can see you cum.”

 

These words sent Alastor over the edge and with a grunt and a painful bite to his lips he found his release. His body tensed and static filled the air along with broken bits of music and other radio snippets. Hips pushed up hard into red tipped fingers, cum coating his untucked shirt tails. Hips lowered shakily before pushing up hard again, milking another trickle of cum that ran down Alastor’s fingers. 

 

“Vox…” It was a soft sound but the radio demon had called the media overlords name all the same. 

Chapter 3: Intermission

Notes:

Content warning for emotionally and physically abusive Val/Vox sex scene. The area is marked with [!] so you can either skip or mentally prepare yourself.

“Ha, ha, yeah. I’m an idiot box who gets easily overwhelmed. Not all of us can be sexual stoics.” Vox huffed and then an idea came to him “How about this, I’ll be your doll.”

 

“My doll? What does that entail?”

 

Vox sat up with excitement, the sound of game show music playing from his speakers. “Oh you’ll like this. I won’t be able to move, speak, or do anything unless you ‘program’ me to and activate the action. I’ll be completely under your control, you can dress me how you want, pose me however you like. I’ll be your little plaything.” 

 

Alastor seemed amused, but slightly bewildered. “This is your prompt? How is that entertaining to you?”

 

“I wouldn’t say entertaining as much as relaxing. I don’t have to make a single damn decision. I can just shut off my brain for a while and literally be mindless. And if you decide you want to fuck your doll that’s up to you. I’m not making any decision. Besides,” Vox recalled Alastor taking out his pocket watch to retrieve the key for his cage. “I know you take good care of your belongings.”

 

The radio demon tilted his head. “And if I choose not to fornicate with my doll?”

 

The TV demon shrugged. “Then I have to wait and hope your next prompt allows for sex. I went a whole month without, and aren’t you trying to teach me patience?”

 

“Indeed.” Alastor stood. “Till next month then.” The radio demon disappeared into shadow leaving Vox alone. He got up looking around the set and deciding one of his employees could break it down tomorrow. The TV felt exhausted and zapped himself into his apartment once he left the studio. It felt surprisingly empty when he walked into his bedroom. He stared at his bed for a moment hating that he would be sleeping in it alone. Pushing that thought out of his mind he went to change and get ready to sleep.

 

 

**

Alastor sat at Husk’s bar running a finger thoughtfully around the rim of his glass. The ice in his drink was melting, deluding the whiskey within. The hotel was full of joy and optimism with Charlie making grand plans on how to lure in more souls now that the extermination wasn’t a looming threat. The empty void Sir Pentious had left behind was still present, as no new residences had entered the hotel despite Charlie’s optimism. It was absolutely exhausting being around hope, he much rather be in the company of despair. Still his smile never faltered even as he contemplated the current state of affairs. This project wasn’t what he’d thought it would be…the arrangement with Vox was nothing like it had been seven years ago either. Alastor hated feeling like he was adrift on a sea of unforeseen consequences. He always wanted to be in control.

 

“I see your glass hasn’t moved from its coaster. Something on your mind, boss?” Husk asked tentatively and the gesture of concern annoyed Alastor to no end. Husker should fear him, should loathe him for the chain he had around his neck. The bartender didn’t need to play the part of concerned friend. This hotel was full of people making asinine decisions, believing in redemption and comradery. It was sickening, and Alastor would have none of it. Despite the radio demon’s personal feelings he just smiled brightly at his charge and moved his drink onto the polished bar top.

 

 “Nothing at all, Husker old pal! Some of us simply enjoy thinking, contemplating, using the old noodle. I know that’s not a past time you are very familiar with.”

 

“Just seems like you were thinking pretty hard, is all. Thought maybe there was something you needed to get off your chest.”

 

Alastor laughed loudly. Unnecessarily loud. “Oh no, no. I’ll keep my thoughts to myself thank you. Wouldn’t want to blow your feeble mind with the deep contemplations I toy with for fun.”

 

“If you say so.” Husk picked up a glass and started polishing it. The awkward silence was interrupted by Angel walking through the door looking rather refreshed.

 

“Good night at the studio?” Husk asked the tall spider as he took a seat.

 

“Fuck yeah! The shoot was cut short ‘cause Val wanted to go get his rocks off with Vox. Happened all of a sudden like he just remembered he could go fuck the guy. I swear I don’t know what the hell was up with them last month, but I’m glad someone else is in Valentino's crosshairs.”

 

Alastor swallowed the rest of his whiskey in one go, setting his glass down more harshly than he had intended. Both Angel and Husk looked at him.

 

“You okay there, mister tall, dark, and creepy?”

 

Alastor’s smile was flawless as he turned towards Angel. “Why of course, my dear fellow.”

 

“He’s sulking about something. Just don't wanna talk about it yet.” Husk whispered loudly to Angel, perfectly aware that Alastor could hear him. Having finished his drink the radio demon got off the stool.

 

“As much as I would love to continue being the center of your gossip, I must sadly take me leave. But please continue with your theories!”

 

With a jaunty sound from his mic Alastor took his leave walking out of the hotel into the hellish night. He tried not to think about Vox being with Valentino so soon after their meeting. The radio demon had nothing but disdain for the overlord of lust and depravity, but it was not his place to control what Vox did. At least not outside of their meetings. The TV demon had more desire than Alastor was interested in handling, if he found relief with another demon, so be it. Their arrangement was for once a month, any other day out of the month they were rivals. The past two prompts requiring a longer prep time had been entertaining but not the norm, and certainly not sustainable for either one of them. Now it was back to their regular deal. Once a month no strings attached…no exclusivity. If Vox wanted to have a dissatisfying liaisons with Valentino that was his prerogative. 

 

The radio demon ignored the screams and various crimes that filled the streets, walking happily and unbothered he took out his pocket watch to check the time. He had research to do on Vox’s request which meant another night of studying in the bound and restricted section of the library. The building was mostly empty, especially at this time of night. One sleepy clerk dozed off at the counter, and Alastor had to pass by a couple in the throws of silent passion in the erotica section before he got to his destination. Hell’s library had a unique selection of books, all sectioned off by topic and chaotically arranged just to cause more frustration to any sinner looking for a specific text. The radio demon was familiar with this section though, having come to do research many times. Vox was more knowledgeable about kinks than he was and sometimes his prompts left Alastor dumbfounded. Such as last month, he’d never heard about financial domination before, but had done some reading about it here. A red claw trailed along the spines of the books lining the shelf, pulling out a book labeled ‘Dolls’ Alastor opened to the table of contents.

 

Sex Dolls for beginners

 

Alastor flipped to that chapter but when he saw it was speaking about actual dolls he went back to the table of contents.

 

Torsos and heads 

 

Care and cleaning of your sex doll

 

Dollification for beginners

 

The word was unfamiliar so the redhead flipped to that chapter. Right under the chapter title was a definition:

 

A kink where one partner (usually the submissive) is transformed into a living doll by a ‘Maker’ (usually the dominant) and completely under the control of their maker.

 

Alastor hummed thoughtfully as red eyes continued to read. He learned there were many types of dolls one could make and he wondered which would suit Vox the best. The demon hadn’t specified what he wanted out of the meeting other than being mindless. The radio demon was used to satisfy Vox’s need for sexual subjugation but recently his request had strayed into other forms of submission. The theme of giving up control of his life and autonomy was becoming clearer. It was almost as if the TV demon wanted to be taken care of.

 

Alastor laughed at the thought and continued to read, finger trailing down the list of all the possible dolls he could turn Vox into. There were so many options in the book. Fashion doll, rag doll, troll doll, porcelain doll, ball jointed doll, sex doll, sex bot, the options were endless. Each doll also seemed to have its own type of play to go with it. Fashion doll was the easiest with dress up being the main staple. Rag doll was for more rough play. Alastor could toss the TV demon around a bit, since he already used his tentacles to drag the him wherever he pleased. A troll doll seemed to fit Vox’s tendency towards defiance, but making that the whole point of the game seemed exhausting. The radio demon was partial to making him a porcelain doll, but that didn’t suit Vox’s personality. Making Vox a sex bot was the obvious choice. A choice that Alastor pushed aside under the pretense that a robot was not a doll. 

 

What would be the point in making a sex bot when Alastor had no interest in modern technology, or sex , in and of itself. He would gain no pleasure for initiating that sort of play. It would be solely for Vox’s benefit…for his pleasure, and why should Alastor make himself uncomfortable for someone else's pleasure? It wasn’t worth it…Vox wasn’t worth it. Besides, the TV demon had said he didn’t care if their playtime led to sex. 

 

“…if you’re getting off than I don’t give a fuck if you’re touching me.”

 

The prompt requested that Alastor take control, that he would make all the decisions. So he could very well be selfish, and Vox would just have to deal with it. It’s not like Alastor cared if the TV demon was satisfied by the end of their meetings. He wasn’t like Vox, who needed constant reassurance. As long as the prompt was filled and the encounter was entertaining that's all that mattered. Alastor closed the book and placed it back on the shelf before taking his leave.

 

**

[!] 

 

Vox was kiss drunk as Valentino pushed him onto the bed, clothes forgotten in various piles across the room. He loved having his business partner’s attention like this, it gave him a thrill of power. A sense of control in his submission. The moth demon’s pheromones and saliva didn’t affect the TV demon the same way it did sinners with more organic parts. The smoke was easily filtered, but the salvia could still give a pleasant high if he got enough of it. After some messy kissing, and tongue twining he definitely could feel the buzz, but overall he was still in control. He was the one who decided when he would moan and when he would beg. There was no narrative with Valentino, just raw passion and sex. The stoplight system was basically nonexistent between them. A sick part of Vox enjoyed that element of danger. Both Val and Alastor were unpredictable in their own way, an aspect Vox appreciated, even to his own detriment.

 

“Quiero cogerte.” Val breathed against his screen, and Vox replied with a loud moan as they kissed again. He thought about the kiss Alastor had given him, the tongue against his screen, the hand that had grabbed him guiding their lips together.

 

“Fuck.” Vox breathed into the kiss, eyes closed as he thought about the demon he’d just been with the night before. He found himself falling deeper into the fantasy as he was pressed down onto his back into the bed where the last person who had fucked him had been Alastor. The TV demon wrapped his legs around the waist above him, and a hand came to hold onto the edge of his screen. 

 

“Mhmm.” He rolled his hips up wanting friction, and remembering how desperately Alastor had rutted against him after taking a bite out of his thigh. “Ah!”

 

“So responsive tonight, Voxxie. I don’t know why you denied yourself for so long.”

 

Vox frowned, Val’s voice breaking his fantasies. He kept his eyes tightly shut and went back for another kiss. One of Val’s hands held on to his thigh, the other on his butt as the moth demon pulled them closer. Vox tilted his head back, the hand still holding on to the edge of his screen allowing for only a small amount of space between him and Val.

 

 “Call me a slut.” He demanded, continuing to roll his hips wanting some sort of satisfaction. Alastor was always quick with the insults, quick to rile him up. Val was slow, focusing on satisfying his own needs before Vox’s. The moth demon always had to be prompted to verbally abuse him, though he was quick to physically abuse Vox’s body for his own sexual gratification.

 

Valentino laughed at him, and he wished there was a crackle to that laugh. That it was filtered and mocking, rather than low and cruel. Vox silenced that laugh with another kiss, as he harshly yanked at the fluff around Valentino’s neck. If he wasn’t going to get verbally abused then he’d goad the moth demon into getting handsy. Fingers shifted up to the TV’s hips forcing him still. Claws dug into dark flesh leaving scratches of blue blood. Both participants in the lustful dance clawed and scratched at each other.

 

“Val.” Vox moaned as he bit the moth’s lower  lip. A long line of pink saliva connecting the two demons.

 

“So desperate.” Val pushed up looking down at Vox with a smirk as he pinched a nipple. The small moments of pain mixed with the heady feeling of Val’s spit, sending electric sparks dancing over blue skin. “You gonna explain to Papi why a needy little slut like you refused to fuck for a whole month?”

 

“Val what’s it matter?” Vox huffed in irritation. “I was busy, but you’re gonna fuck me now, so it’s fine.” Vox reached up trying to pull the taller demon down. A lavender hand caressed the side of Vox’s screen trailing down before harshly wrapping around his thin neck.

 

“Hhn.” Vox whimpered arousal shooting straight to his dick. He was painfully hard, and desperate for relief. His hand wrapped around Val’s forearm and he let his head fall back as he arched up trying to get the other overlord to move, or do something to relieve the pressure building between his legs.

 

“It matters because you should never, and I fucking mean never, be to busy for me. Got it?” The hand around his neck pushed him further into the mattress. The TV demon glared up at his partner, claws digging into the moth’s forearm. Thin lines of blood dripped from purple skin, but the pressure on Vox’s windpipe didn’t let up, it was starting to feel uncomfortable.

 

“Don’t put up a fight Voxxie, you told me I can do whatever I wanted remember? When you used your fucking hypnosis on me, you fucking slut!” Val bore down harder. Vox’s vision was starting to spot. Another one of Val’s hands came up, claws pressing hard on Vox’s screen right over his left eye. “How are we supposed to have healthy communication when you manipulate me?”

 

A strangled cry bubbled up Vox’s blocked throat as the force of Val’s golden claws cracked his screen. It had been so long since Val last broke his screen. The media overlord had almost forgotten his partner was capable of shattering him like this. Vox’s memories were clouded by Val’s relatively docile behavior. A few tantrums, thrown cups and broken phones seemed almost endearing compared to his previous violent outbursts. The moth demon had seemed to be almost bored with Vox these past few months, focusing so much of his time on humiliating Angel instead.

 

“So are you going to explain yourself, baby?”

 

“S–ssorry.” Vox croaked out. Val eased up and Vox sucked in a painful breath. “You know I get so caught up with my work sometimes. It was just the inventory and then that fucking waste of a meeting. Forgive me, Papi, please.”

 

“Oh, amorcito, of course I forgive you.”  The hand left his neck and Vox breathed a sigh of relief. Val leaned in for another kiss and Vox met his lips eagerly, drinking in that intoxicating saliva as hands roamed over his body. “You just need to learn that when I tell you it’s time for you to put down your work and relax, you listen to me.”

 

“Yes, Val.” 

 

Valentino licked a bit of blood off his lips, having cut himself on Vox’s screen while they kissed.

 

“I hate seeing you like this, cariño, but you’re just so stubborn sometimes. Always wanting everything your way, teasing me and pushing me towards my limit. You make me do things I don’t want to do. Why do you force me to act like this? You know better than to use that silly little eye on me.” Sharp teeth nipped at his neck and Vox couldn’t help the shiver that tickled over his skin. The sense of power he felt in being able to drive Val crazy just by denying him. That the other demon desired him, cared for him so much that not having access made Val lose control. The TV demon moaned loudly,  hands threading into tufts of fur as Valentino moved down his body.

 

“If you need a break just tell me, baby. You know I care about you. I don’t want to hurt you.” Vox nodded giving into the soft touches and little kisses Valentino pressed against his skin. “You don’t have to use your powers on me. I’ll listen. All I ever want is to take care of you.”

 

“Yes.” Vox moaned as Val’s long tongue ran up the underside of his erection

 

“To help you relax and stop thinking for a little bit.”

 

“Oh!” Another lick.

 

“You are always trying to take care of everything, but you don’t have to. Not when I’m here. I”ll take care of you baby.”

 

Vox closed his eyes listening to the sweet words and focusing on how good his body felt.

 

He escaped back into his fantasy, into thoughts of Alastor. How the radio demon had devoured him so thoroughly. He reached a hand down to rest on top of Valentinos head. He wished furry ears were there instead of antennae, but he let himself imagine anyway. Let himself think about what Alastor’s hair would feel like between his fingers.

 

“Please.” He breathed out, wanting. Wanting so many things he knew he couldn’t have.

 

“Cum for me, Voxxie.” Val ordered before swallowing him down. And he did cum, covering his mouth as a reminder not to call Alastor’s name. A shard of glass cut Vox’s finger, breaking free from his cracked screen and falling to the bed.

 

 “Good boy.” Valentino kissed Vox softly, and he could taste himself lingering on the moth’s lips. There was only a short pause, long enough for Val to light a cigarette and fill the room with smoke. Vox was catching his breath and consciously shut down his filtering system wanting to get lost in the haze. When the moth demon came back, Vox was ready for him. Imagining rough thrust belonged to shadows, that the multiple hands holding him down were tentacles. With his delusion firmly in place he moaned and begged and if he said sir, instead of Papi Val didn’t seem to mind. In fact he loved it. Having Vox underneath him wonton and desperate with minimal pheromone influence always stroked the moth’s ego. It would just be the TV demon’s little secret that he was begging for Alastor, that he was whimpering at the thought of the radio demon fucking him. That he was spreading his legs for him, not Val. The saliva that Vox had consumed made it all too easy to be lost in illusion and it numbed the pain radiating across his screen. Instead pain misfired as pleasure, flinches turned into shudders. His screen glitched and Val didn’t care that he was overstimulating Vox, his refractory period nowhere near as short as the other’s. The moth demon laughed at him, and insulted him in a way that excited Vox, but wasn’t nearly as elegant as Alastor’s mistreatment. It was all too much, and Vox just wanted to float away, give into the feeling of numbness his body promised him. All he had to do was just let go…

 

[!]

 

A hand stroked the side of his face and he nuzzled into it returning to his body. Vox started up all the systems he had shut down. He became aware of the uncomfortable stickiness of sweat mingling with blood and cum. Valentino looked down at him with loving eyes. “Go clean yourself up.” 

 

It was then that the TV demon realized Val hadn’t used a condom. Anger churned in Vox’s stomach and he sat up abruptly, flinching when pain shot through his head.

 

“You need help getting to the bathroom, amorcito?” Val asked sweetly and picked Vox up gently. It was nothing like the hold Alastor had on him just the night before. There was no respect in the action. No concern for Vox’s dignity, as cum dripped down his bare thighs. The TV demon turned his screen away, light dimming in shame and frustration as he was taken into his ensuite. 

 

“Aw, Voxxie, don’t be embarrassed. You took me so well, and so many times, too!” Val chuckled, obviously proud of himself. With his ego stroked, the moth hadn’t even realized his partner had checked out halfway through. Vox had become just another one of Valentino’s whores. Maybe he always had been and his ego had just convinced him otherwise. The TV demon always prided himself on being Valentino’s number one. Val would fuck him endlessly, kiss him, hold him, and whisper his adoration. No matter what Valentino always came back, and Vox had thought that meant something. 

 

“Be sure to get that screen replaced soon, baby. Wouldn’t want our image tainted by broken merchandise.” Val said, taking out another cigarette and lighting it before leaving Vox standing naked in the shower.

 

“Merchandise…” Vox laughed. That’s all he was, just another pawn in Valentino’s twisted game. A useful piece of equipment to help him gain power. He was no better than Angel Dust, except the spider demon knew he was being played. Vox had been stupid enough to believe he had the upper hand. That if nothing else Val saw them as equals, because they were business partners. 

 

Vox’s hand came up to his screen as more pieces of glass fell away.

Chapter 4: Dollification part: 1

Everyone that worked in housekeeping knew that Vox could shower. This was confirmed by the need to clean soap scum off the glass, and rearrange the bottles of body wash that littered the floor. Though most of the employees were puzzled at the overlords' hygiene, assuming that his hightech body wouldn’t be able to withstand constant contact with water. In a way this was true, Vox couldn’t stay under the water for long without risking getting waterlogged. The fact that there were cracks in his screen which could let water in even quicker didn’t deter Vox from frantically cleaning himself. He’d long since cleaned out all the cum from his ass, but still continued to scrub himself. The TV demon just felt dirty, and tainted. For the entirety of their relationship he’d never let Valentino fuck him without a condom. It was the one rule he had, the one thing he’d asked the moth demon to respect. Vox didn’t care if Val slept around, but he didn’t want to spend his afterlife in hell perpetually suffering from some sexually transmitted disease that would never kill him.

 

“FUCK!” The scream echoed off the tiled shower. Vox had only ever let Alastor fuck him without a condom. I wasn’t like the radio demon was seeing anyone else, so it was safe, and it was a rare treat that Vox would actually get fucked by him anyway. He’d kept himself clean for Alastor. He’d spent the past month untouched for the demon, and all of his efforts were washed down the drain in one night. One night of Val treating him like any of his other whores. One night of Vox tuning out and not paying attention. The media overlord punched the glass door of the shower, screen glitching as water sloshed around in his head. 

 

“Fuck my life.” He groaned sliding down the glass and curling up under the shower spray.

 

Vox resigned himself to the fact that there was nothing he could do. Standing up he finally turned off the water. He’d cleaned himself up the best he could, and even though his skin crawled with anger, giving into the emotion would be pointless. He was as  much at fault as Valentino. Vox hadn’t been paying attention, never once stopped what Val was doing, and instead got lost in the fantasy of being with Alastor. Maybe if he hadn’t drifted off and thought about another demon while fucking Val he would have noticed the lack of a condom. Valentino wasn’t the brightest bulb and he’d just spent the past month out of his mind with pent up desire for Vox, of course the idiot would forget. He’d probably spent the month fucking other whores that would put out easier than Vox, trying to find satisfaction. A satisfaction tha only the TV demon could provide. Valentino had gotten carried away in passion and simply forgotten. Vox would just have to pay better attention next time, and remind the moth of his boundaries. He’d get himself checked over while he got his screen replaced to be sure he was still in good health and go back to only fucking Al bare. The radio demon didn’t have to know, it’s not like Alastor really cared what Vox did outside of their play time. 

 

The TV demon tried not to think back to what Alastor had said in the confessional, about coveting another man’s partner. It meant nothing, just like when the redhead had recorded Vox calling out Alastor’s name while fucking Val. It was just part of the game. To add a little bit of realism. They always tried to make their roleplays realistic, and it’s not like it would have been sexy if Alastor had confessed to murder rather than a sin involving lust. Coveting, chastity and desperation were all just part of the theme, and Alastor had acted well.

 

“Vox…”

 

That moan though, that hadn’t been an act. Vox grabbed a towel and knocked at the side of his screen in an attempt to dislodge some of the water trapped inside. Wrapping the towel around his waist he pushed any thoughts and images of Alastor aside, instead going to the mirror to assess the damage done to his screen. It was bad, really bad, no amount of tape could hold him together. He’d already lost chunks of glass and the whole left side of his screen was black. He took out his tape anyway trying to hold bits of glass in place so they wouldn’t keep falling out. It took a good thirty minutes for Vox to fix his face, by then he was relatively dry. He put on his night clothes and headed towards his kitchen pantry. Taking out a large bag of rice he trudged back to his room and dropped it beside his nightstand. Underneath his bed he pulled out a large plastic container that had a rounded indentation much like the sink at a hair salon. He filled it up with rice cursing himself for staying in the shower so long, and shoved his pillow aside.

 

He attached his power cord and then blindly climbed into bed resting his head in the container and covering his face with the rice. It would be an uncomfortable night's sleep. Still Vox drifted off quickly and easily exhausted from having to deal with Valentino.

 

When his alarm started to buzz he could feel the rice bouncing against his screen. He pulled his head out pouring the grains everywhere without a care. The maid would just clean it.

 

“Fuck I feel like shit.” He groaned to himself unplugging and sitting on the side of the bed with a stretch. As he got up he noticed clothes laid out on the end of his bed. It was a red turtleneck, blue blazer and matching slacks, an old outfit he didn’t wear anymore. An outfit he’d last worn…seven years ago.

 

He stared at the clothes with confusion, but then remembered his prompt. Had Alastor laid out clothes for him to wear?  He picked up the turtleneck running his hands over the soft material. Valentino wouldn’t lay out clothes for him, so that must mean Alastor was starting the game early. At least in some capacity. He was dressing up his doll. With a smile Vox pulled on the clothes and left his apartment zapping his way through security cameras to get to his office. 

 

“Shit!” Blue claws clutched at his chest in surprise. Velvette was sitting in his seat, eyes glued to her phone. She looked up with a smile.

 

“Don’t you look nice. All dressed up to take attention away from the cracks?”

 

“Good morning Velvette, what can I do for you?” Vox asked with a smile trying to hide his irritation.

 

“I’m here because Valentino told me to take you to get your screen replaced.” The smaller demon slid out of the chair, actually putting her phone away. She walked up to the media overlord with a disgusted expression as she looked closely at his screen. “I told you if you kept up with the cockblocking something drastic was gonna happen.”

 

“Yeah, well I shouldn’t have to fuck him twenty for seven to keep him happy. I have other shit to do.”

 

“Yeah, we all have other shit to do, but he’s a fucking pissbaby that needs attention constantly. If he’s not getting it from whatever desperate soul he’s got under contract then it falls to you to stroke his ego. He’s your partner.” The word partner didn’t sit right in Vox’s stomach, a lingering anger trying to bubble up, but he squashed it down with cool business-like indifference.

 

“He’s our business partner.”

 

Velvette laughed. “He’s a fucking child we gotta take care of. And since I can't wiggle my arse to distract him from whatever tantrum he’s throwing, the burden of handling him mostly falls to you.”

 

There was a silent acknowledgement between the two overlords, a resignation. Velvette rested a hand on Vox’s shoulder. “Come on, I already phoned the doc, and sent over a new screen.”

 

“Let me just send some emails and make a couple of calls—“

 

“Nope! See I knew your workaholic ass was going to try and pull something like this. Screen replacement is a major operation for you and you’re going to be on bed rest for the rest of the week if you like it or not.” Velvette took out her phone. “I already had your assistant cancel or shift all your appointments. I've got everything handled, boss. Now off you go to get your face fixed.”

 

“Ok, ok, but let me just make one call.” Vox smiled brightly at his pigtailed colleague. With a roll of her eyes she let out a sigh.

 

“You got five minutes. I swear to god Vox if I catch you checking your emails I’m gonna crack the other half of your screen.” Cyan eyes watch Velvette saunter out of the room. Once the door to his office was firmly closed Vox reached into one of his desk’s drawers and pulled out the small radio that had appeared two months ago. He flicked the dial excitedly, hoping the radio demon would answer.

 

“Hello?” Came the sing-song reply.

 

“Al, hey!” Vox suddenly got nervous, but pushed ahead anyway. If Alastor was putting out clothes for him then he was initiating the play. Vox was only responding. “Did you pick out clothes for me today?”

 

“Mhm, yes I want to be sure my doll is well dressed.”

 

A smile lit up Vox’s face. Even if it was just as simple as picking out clothes for him, it felt good to have Alastor’s attention. Vox drummed his fingers nervously on top of his desk, eyes glanced at the door to his office knowing Velvette was waiting for him on the other side. He only had five minutes.

 

“I’m going to get my screen replaced.”

 

“Replaced? Whatever for?”

 

“Oh, I just dropped my phone while I was looking at it in bed and it cracked my screen.” Vox laughed to help sell the lie. “It's fine, but, hey, since I’ll be under anyway….are there any…modifications you would like for your doll?”

 

“I don’t think I follow.”

 

“I have to be shut down in order for them to pop out my screen and replace it. It's basically like surgery, like an upgrade. There is other stuff they can do while I'm powered down. So I figured I’d ask…if you wanted anything changed, sir.” The TV demon squirmed in his seat, feeling oddly aroused by the idea of Alastor dictating changes to his body. He didn’t think that their game would start this soon, but it was a welcomed distraction from last night.

 

“I never really cared for all of your updates, they don’t seem practical.”

 

Vox chuckled. “My updates don’t seem practical to you, because you don’t like modern technology. I assure you everything I have changed about myself has been to improve my connectivity and ability to interface with modern technology. Which in these changing times is practical, you old fossil.”

 

“Well, some of us are classics, no need for improvement. On that note there is nothing I want changed about your form. Just replace your screen and do be more careful. Like you said I take care of my belongings, and I don’t want them broken.” The radio connection fizzled out and Vox smiled fondly at the small device before tucking it safely away. Just as he got up Velvette opened the door glaring at him.

 

“That’s right get your ass up, let’s go.”

 

**

Despite Vox waking up with a headache he still didn’t believe the screen replacement procedure really warranted him taking time off. He wasn’t going to argue with Velvette, though. The world looked a bit sharper, like he was getting used to a new pair of glasses, which made him occasionally feel unsteady. Other than needing time to adjust, he had a clean bill of health, the doctor having run a diagnostic after the replacement. Slowly getting out of bed he notices another outfit laid out for him. This time it was a blue shirt, gray sweatpants, striped silk robe and his shark house slippers. Apparently Velvette wasn’t the only one telling him to rest. He gladly put on the lounge wear after another spell of dizziness made his head ache.

 

Vox shuffled to the kitchen hoping caffeine would help. “Well don’t you look cute. I could just eat you up.” Valentino’s voice startled the TV demon.

 

“Fuck Val, warn a guy. I swear you and Vel are trying to give me a heart attack” Vox muttered, grabbing the coffee pot and pouring a cup. “Why are you here?”

 

“Oh, I just wanted to check on you, amorcito. See how you’re feeling after the replacement.”  The TV demon couldn’t help a little triumphant smirk, happy that Valentino was coming check on him. The moth demon walked up to Vox, hooking his finger under the edge of his screen and tilting his head this way and that, as if appraising him. “So bright, I love it.”

 

“Yeah, I had them buff up my resolution while I was under. More pixels, better display.” He’d actually up his resolution so that if Alastor wanted to display images on his screen again, he could make up for the lack of quality in the broadcast. Image broadcasting was obviously more difficult for the radio demon, but Vox could step in as the receiver and help. Even if the redhead hadn’t requested any updates, Vox couldn’t help but do a little something for him.

 

“You want me to make breakfast for you baby? I know it takes a lot out of you whenever you get your screen replaced.”

 

Vox smiled at the offer. “That’d be great actually. My head is killing me already and I don’t think I could do much more than pour myself a bowl of cereal.”

 

“You just go sit on the couch and I’ll bring you a nice big breakfast.” Valentino cooed as he pinched the edge of Vox’s screen. The TV demon could get used to this. Clothes laid out, and breakfast made for him. He settled on the couch and turned on the TV, which displayed a view of the city, switching between various cameras and drones. A part of him always hoped to get a glimpse of Alastor even if his image would be distorted.

 

“Ay, no working.” Valentino scolded as he held a plate of bacon and eggs under Vox’s nonexistent nose. The TV demon could smell the savory flavor despite his lack of a nose displayed on his screen. 

 

“I wasn’t, just taking a look.”

 

“That’s the problem, and I can guarantee I know who you're looking for.” Val said slinking around the couch and draping himself over his business partner. Vox rolled his eyes and maneuvered around the various limbs to bring a forkful of eggs to his mouth.

 

“I’m not looking for anyone.”

 

“Liar, you always wanna know what that little prick is up to. I don’t think him and the princessa are doing much of anything.” Val picked up a piece of bacon and hand fed it to Vox, before steel one for himself. “With the exterminations up in the air, sinners have no reason to try their stupid hotel. Just let that old fossil rot. He’s not the same powerful overlord he used to be. Good thing he declined your offer, huh? That demon can’t change with the times, he’d just be dragging us down.”

 

Vox tried not to let any emotion show on his face. Schooling it into cold indifference despite the topic of conversation. Objectively what Val was saying was true. Alastor would have had a hard time keeping up with the Vs and the ever changing tech Vox invested in. Still he didn’t appreciate the moth talking about the radio demon that way. Occasionally having eyes on the past was useful. It kept you from repeating mistakes. 

 

“What about Angel? Is he still at the hotel?” It was an easy jab. Valentino had poked a sore spot so Vox was poking back.

 

“Fucking whore still insist on staying there.” The anger came off Val in waves and he sat up untangling himself from Vox. “He’s probably giving it out for free to those freaks there. My merchandise isn’t free. Uh, could you imagine that furry little cat getting his dirty paws all over my Angel! And who knows what that old freak would do to him!”

 

Vox couldn’t help but laugh. “I don’t think you have to worry about Alastor touching your product.”

 

Val crossed all four of his arms. “Just cause he turned you down doesn’t mean he doesn’t have urges. Everyone has urges.”

 

The media overlord glared at the moth. “He’s not like that.”

 

“Whatever you say baby.” Val waved one hand dismissively while another took Vox’s empty plate and set it down on the coffee table. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

 

A lavender hand traced down Vox’s screen, as Val leaned in close. “Leaves more for me to enjoy.” A hand caressed Vox’s thigh, another rested on his shoulder and the fourth was trailing towards the waistband of his sweats.

 

“Val I have a headache.”

 

“Oh I’m sorry, didn’t know it was your time of the month.” Val laughed.

 

Vox glared a the other demon annoyance reminding him of their last coupling. “Besides I should fucking put you on ice for another moth for what you pulled last time.”

 

“If I remember correctly, you where very enthusiastic, amorcito.” Val pitched his voice up in a mocking tone. “Yes, sir. Please sir.” A finger traced along his screen. “Though I do like it better when you call me Papi, baby.”

 

Vox grabbed Valentino's hand electricity sparking in threat. “My Papi always wears a fucking condom. Or are you to stupid to remember that?”

 

“Oh, one time. You can hardly blame me for forgetting after a whole month. Besides you didn’ seem to mind taking my load.”

 

“Fuck you.” Val yelped as a spark singed his skin, but soon the surprised look turned into an aroused one.

 

“Oh, feeling feisty today, huh, baby?”

 

 “If you ever want to sick that dick in me again you’ll make sure it’s covered.” Vox said despite Val not taking him seriously. Instead the taller demon just leaned in and gave him a kiss before grabbing the empty breakfast plate and heading towards the kitchen. “This is how you treat me after I’ve come to take care of you, so heartless, Voxxie!”

 

The TV demon actually felt bad, and he just pressed his finger against the glass of his forehead. “You know it’s important to me that you wear a condom, Val. It’s the one thing I ask you to respect.”

 

The moth demon came back into the living room tossing a blanket over Vox’s lap and giving him a kiss on the top of his head. “I’m sorry, mi corazón it was an honest mistake. I forgot, I just wanted to fuck you so bad, and I forgot. It won’t happen again. In fact I'll sock up the nightstand with extra when I get back from the shoot tonight.”

 

“I’m not going to be in any better shape by tonight Val, I’m really not up for fucking around.”

 

“I know, I just want to check on you, make sure your recovery is going smooth, baby. Make sure you’re not trying to sneak in some work.” Val teased, and Vox smiled, happy to be taken care of. Happy that the moth demon apologized, happy that he got his point across and that Val was listening. That Valentino cared.

 

**

Alastor had spent the past three weeks laying out clothes for Vox to wear. It was a simple task which he repeated every night after his midnight check at the hotel. He’d materialize in Vox’s room, who would usually be plugged in and asleep already, and go to the walk-in closet to pick out whatever outfit he wanted his doll to wear. The media overlord would presumably don whatever outfit had been selected. The radio demon had no urge to check, if Vox didn’t feel like wearing whatever he’d chosen then that was fine since the game technically hadn’t started yet. Besides Alastor had better things to do than check on his doll twenty four seven.

 

Tonight however his route was thrown off by none other than Valentino. The sound of moaning became audible long before Alastor’s shadow appeared on the wall.

 

[!]

 

“You looked so cute in your little vest and tie today, amorcito.” The moth demon’s hand was holding said tie. A red silk tie he was leveraging like a leash as he fucked into Vox from behind. The TV demon was on all fours arms shaking to support him, moaning softly. He only had his socks and garters on. The rest of the meticulously selected outfit, such as the white shirt, blue pinstripes vest, and matching slacks lay on the floor. It was what Alastor had laid out for him. Irritation bubbled up in the radio demon’s stomach. He needed time to pick out Vox’s outfit tonight. The media overlord was going into cannibal town tomorrow according to Rosie, and Alastor wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harassed. If you stood out too much amongst the denizens of cannibal town you were bound to be seen as food rather than a guest. Though perhaps Vox’s less than human form saved him some trouble. It would explain why he’d been able to contact Rosie for the sushi. Still the redhead wanted to make sure no one tried to play rough with his doll.

 

Well no one in cannibal town. Vox’s current predicament was his own fault.

 

“Have you been trying to get my attention dressing up so nice?” Claws dug into Vox’s narrow hips as they pushed back to meet Valentino’s thrust.

 

“Fuck….ah….harder, Papi.” Vox moaned, letting his head hang. Alastor trailed down the side of the wall, the two occupants of the room too distracted to notice a shifting shadow. 

 

“Shut up, bitch.” Val pulled tightly on the tie, and Vox let out a strangled sob. Alastor traveled under the bed towards the ensuite. Val was an idiot who couldn’t appreciate anything. To silence Vox was a shame. Though the TV demon seemed to relish in the harsh treatment, if his breathy gasps were any indication. The radio demon continued to make his way to the ensuite only fully materializing once he was in the walk-in closet.

 

“You’re so tight, Voxxie.” Val groaned from the other room, causing red ears to flatten against hair. Quietly Alastor walked towards the door peeking around the frame just enough to get a view of the amorous couple. With the snap of his finger a small spark caught on the tie quickly fraying it. 

 

“Mierda!” The moth demon lost his balance a bit as the tie suddenly broke, the hands on Vox’s hips being the only reason the demon didn’t fall backwards off the bed. If Alastor was going to have to listen to them going at it like animals, he would at least like to hear Vox’s moans.  

 

The TV demon took in a shuddering gasp. “Come on Val, don’t stop! I'm close.” There was a distinct tone of frustration. Alastor stifled a laugh as he made his way back to the closet. Red tipped fingers ran across the many suit jackets hanging there, as the radio demon hummed in contemplation. His ears swiveled when the sound of Vox’s moaning started up again.

 

“Fuck…yes…almost.”

 

Personally Alastor would have inflicted a punishment since Vox was being so demanding, but then Valentino was anything but creative. The simple storylines and garbage dialogue of the pornos Angel had shown everyone at the hotel were a testament to that. The overlord of sex, was focused on just that, sex, not pleasure. There didn’t need to be a build up, or coixing, just a dick shoved into a hole. It made Alastor sick. Many seemed to enjoy that sort of thing, after all Angel was successful even if Alastor had no idea why. To the radio demon, if he had to engage in sex then it should at least be entertaining. Unceremoniously shoving things in places wasn’t entertaining. Alastor was starting to understand why Vox had asked to reinstate their deal. Perhaps it wasn’t just about the cruelty of his partner, or his ability to cum from being talked down to,  perhaps the TV demon also wanted to be entertained.

 

To be taken care of.

 

Fingers paused as they brushed over black fabric. Red eyes stared for a moment before pulling out what seemed to be a black trench coat with a shoulder cape. The cape had a blue line across it that mimicked an electric bolt as it trailer towards the front. There were also short blue lines stitched onto the shoulder.

 

“Oooh…ah…ah..Yes! Fuck, yes!” Black tipped ears twitched towards the familiar glitchy sound of Vox reaching completion, but flattened in an attempt to block out the other participants' moans. There was heavy breathing, and the shuffling of bedsheets, followed by the sound of kissing.

 

[!]

 

“See isn’t it better when you let your Papi take care of you throughout the month.You don’t have to dress up to get my attention, amorcito. I could eat you up anyday.” Alastor couldn’t help but roll his eyes. If Vox was awake to hear that sentence and engage in kissing then the moth demon hadn’t taken care of anything. The wet sounds of messy kissing continued. There was a bit of desperation behind Vox’s humm of appreciation. Another sign that the TV overlord had come out of the encounter less than satisfied.

 

“Mhmm, I just wanted to try something new fashion wise. But, I’m glad you actually appreciate what you have in front of you for once. Instead of obsessing over fucking Angel Dust.” The bed creaked, and Alastor retreated into the darkest corner of the closet as the light flicked on in the bathroom. Vox came in, disposing of a used condom.

 

“Aw, are you jealous, Voxxie? If you weren’t so busy all the time I’d fuck you more.” Val called from the other room followed by another creak. Vox had started going about his nightly routine. Or what Alastor assumed was his nightly routine as he brushed his teeth.“Speaking of which, are you still going to meet with Rosie tomorrow?”

 

“Yeah, she wants to open up a cinema their for silent picture shows.” The TV said around a mouth dull of foam before spitting. “I’m going to have to find some new actors for the project, but before I do a casting call I’m gonna get a better idea of what she wants.”

 

“Why give that old bitch the time of day? We need to move forward not back.” Alastor fought the urge to inflict pain upon Valentino’s body. The man was an absolute buffoon. No vision beyond his own dick, and disrespectful on top of that. The radio demon couldn’t fathom why Vox kept him around. Especially since he’d confessed multiple times that the sex was mediocre at best.

 

Vox laughed with annoyance, spraying some sort of cleaner on his screen and using a small squeegee to wipe it off. “Did you fucking forget who helped the princess of hell slaughter a whole fucking army of angels? If Rosie want’s a fucking silent film cinnama she can have it. It’s a small price to pay in upfront cost. As the only source of entertainment in that town we’ll make back the original investment in no time and we’ll be in a very powerful overlord’s good graces. Let me worry about connections and schmoozing, Val. I know what I’m doing.”

 

The moth demon came to lean against the door frame pants pulled on but not buttoned. “Whatever you say, baby. Have fun in that shit hole tomorrow.” The taller demon stepped forward to hook a finger under Vox’s screen leaning in for another kiss. 

 

“Just make sure no one takes a bite.” Another one of Val’s hands gave the TV demon’s backside a firm smack. “That ass is mine.”

 

“Yeah….” Vox turned to wash his hands. Alastor’s smile grew sharp, amused at the moth demon’s ignorance. He had no idea that two months ago Vox was screaming Alastor’s name in the exact same bed they had just had sex in. The taller demon took his leave and when Vox turned to retrieve his night clothes from the closet Alastor kept close to a dark corner.

 

“Fuck, my back hurts.” The TV muttered rubbing his lower back before slipping on his pajama bottoms. The light was turned off and furry ears picked up the sound of wire connection and powering down.

 

Returning to his task Alastor pulled out the dark trench coat along with a pair of black slacks with blue pinstripes. He opted for a simple white button up and red bow tie, before pulling out black and white oxfords with a bit of a heel. Vox’s obsession with shoes extended to his own wardrobe as he had several pairs of them, some completely identical except for increasing inches on the heel. Though they stood at the same height the TV demon had much longer legs and heels would accentuate that point. Especially with the long trench coat. He’d cut an elegant figure.

 

Content with his selection he brought each piece into the bedroom and laid it out on the foot of the bed.

 

**

The tails of the trenchcoat Vox was wearing bellowed behind him with every confident stride he took towards Rosie’s emporium. Though he didn’t need the facade of self assuredness since no one in Cannibal town looked twice at him. Last time he’d come here he had fo fend off sharp toothed mouth and suspicious questions. It was odd but the only difference was what he was wearing. The outfit that had been waiting for him was very old fashioned, and Vox had wondered why Alastor would pick such a victorian fit. Looking around now though, the TV saw that he blended right into the aesthetic of cannibal town. Had Alastor known he was coming here today?

 

“Hello? Miss Rosie?” Vox called out once he entered the surprisingly busy shop. There was a crowd of well dressed cannibal women at a perfume bar and even more people scattered about the shop. All the wide smiles and black eyes made it hard to tell individuals apart.

 

“Vox! Well look at you, don’t you just look absolutely charming. All dressed up to see little old me? Oh, now now, we wouldn’t  want Alastor getting jealous!” Rosie came out from behind a counter, distinguishing herself from the crowd with a wave. She took Vox’s arm enthusiastically once she was within reach, leading him towards the back of the shop.

 

“I don’t think there’s anything that can make that prick jealous. Besides, I'm here on business, not pleasure. Though it’s always a pleasure.” Vox brought Rosie's pale hand to his screen, once she’d let go and they’d made it to a cozy sitting area.

 

“Such a charmer! I see why you and old Alastor get along.” 

 

“We haven’t really gotten along in a while…” The media overlord said.

 

“But you’re getting along now.”

 

“We’re both very busy and polite enough not to engage in open animosity, especially since hell is in such a precarious place right now. But I assure you, we are still very much rivals.” As far as anyone else knew, radio and TV were still at each other’s throats. What they did once a month was a secret.

 

“Uh huh, so what did you need that sushi for?”

 

“I was entertaining businessmen of certain tastes.” Vox lied smoothly, taking a seat in a plush looking chair.

 

“Yeah, you were entertaining someone alright. He gave me a review, said the sushi wasn’t the best thing he’d tasted that evening.” 

 

Static consumed Vox’s face and a pink flush pixelated on his screen. “I…uh.”

 

Rosie laughed heartily and sat down across from Vox. “Well you’re not here for my services, you’re here to talk business.”

 

The TV demon was glad for the shift in conversation, and soon he was in his element talking about all the options and possibilities of a silent cinema. Rosie had some ideas of her own relaying the desires of her people. 

 

“The main issue would be space. We’d have to have a rather large plot of land to construct the theater.”

 

Rosie nodded thoughtfully. “Well we have some park areas, I’d hate to get rid of them, they're so nice for a stroll. In fact, why don’t we head out for a walk and we can see if there’s any particular spot that jumps out, hmm?”

 

Soon the pair were taking a walk down the bloody streets of cannibal town and Vox tried to ignore his discomfort as they passed by a cafe serving up arms and legs. He felt a bit nauseous but hid it well as Rosie cheerfully chatted with him. They walked the grounds of two parks, filled with topiaries and bloody fountains.

 

“This park is pretty big, maybe if you reduced the rose garden we could build here. You just want one screen right?”

 

“Yes, we don’t need multiple showings at the same time. Just something for the community to come together and enjoy.”

 

“Then if you’re ok with it, I’d suggest this to be the spot.”

 

Rosie put her hands on her hips and looked around. “I guess it is then! Pleasure doing business with you Vox! I hope to see you and maybe Alastor around these parts a little more often.” She teased with a chuckle. “And if you ever need advice on how to handle that block head, don't hesitate to ask! I don’t know what transpired between you two seven years ago, but he really values your friendship. Not that he’ll ever tell you that!”

 

Vox watched the cannibal go, dumbfounded by her candidness. It was nice to hear that in some capacity Alastor valued him, even just as a friend. Friendship had been the problem last time, or rather Vox’s desire to move beyond friendship. He pushed aside bad memories and started walking out of the park. Happy faces surrounded him, tipping hats and giving waves. He smiled back, though it was hard to keep it plastered on his face. Vox had no idea how Alastor could do it twenty four seven. The creep probably smiled in his sleep. It became even harder to keep smiling when he walked by a cafe and spotted a young couple feeding each other bits of bloody meat. Despite the disgust he felt, he couldn’t stop the envious feeling in the pit of his stomach. The couple sighed and looked deeply into one another’s eyes and one dabbed a napkin at the other's cheek to get a spot of blood.

 

“Lovely day isn’t it?” Alastor’s voice startled the TV out of his jealous reveries. The demon was sitting two tables down from the young couple, cup and saucer in front of him, newspaper in hand.

 

“Uh…yeah. Did you know I was coming here today?” Vox asked, gesturing at his outfit.

 

“Of course, we might not have a formal agreement but me and Rosie always keep one another in the loop when it comes to dealing with other overlords.” Jealousy reared it’s ugly head again. The two being so involved in one another's dealings made it sound like they were business partners. Something Vox had wanted from the radio demon, but was denied, along with other things.

 

The redhead folded up his newspaper and directed his smile at the media overlord. “Why not take a seat, doll.  I’m in the mood for a tea party, and you are dressed for the part.”

 

All envy left Vox’s body and he immediately obeyed sitting across from the seat Alastor was occupying. He wasn’t going to turn down an invitation to play a week early, even if it led nowhere sexual. “Just tea though, I don’t think I can stomach any of their other offerings.”

 

Alastor let out a delighted chuckle, a well polished shoe ran up Vox’s leg under the table. “Are you sure? You seemed ok with the taste of blood, last time.”

 

“I think I like being on the menu, rather that partaking.” The TV demon said with a glib smile. Leaning in a bit closer to the redhead, he did nothing to stop the foot making its way past his knees. In fact he let his knees fall apart in welcome.

 

“Hmm, good to know.” The foot retreated when a sharp toothed waiter showed up.

 

“What can I get you gentlemen?”

 

“A pot of black tea, an order of liver pâté and your southern tea cakes, please.” Alastor rattled off with a smile. The waiter just nodded and took his leave. “Don’t worry, the tea cakes are absolutely ordinary, and I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.”

 

Having the other demon order for him was delightful, a show of dominance that Vox very much appreciated. He loved it when Val ordered for him too. Not that the TV overlord was wined and dined often. “Happy to hear they don’t put body parts in the baked goods.”

 

“Oh they absolutely do! Sweeney’s pies is just down the street. However most of the sweets here are rather safe, except for the blood orange cookies, they use actual blood in that recipe. Never tried them myself but Rosie says they’re a delight.”

 

“Well if Rosie gives them a good review then why not give them a chance? It seems the two of you recommend food to one another all the time. She told me about your opinion on the sushi I got you.”

 

Alastor leaned forward resting his chin playfulling against a cupped hand, smiling wide and predatory. “Oh, I'm not partial to sweets.” He said in a low voice, and his foot was back. The tip of his shoe ran along the TV demon’s inner thigh. “I like for my food to be a little bitter.”

 

The foot disappeared again just as it ghosted over Vox’s crotch, leaving him semi aroused with anticipation. The waiter came back with a tray holding their order, Alastor scooted his chair around closer, making the TV demon's heart beat faster. The teapot was set down, along with an extra cup and saucer for Vox. Alastor emptied his cup with a quick swig in preparation for the fresh tea. The liver pâté and tea cakes were set in the middle of the table for sharing. Alastor poured them both a cup of tea, adding two spoons of sugar to Vox’s cup. The TV demon wasn’t big on tea, but when he drank coffee he always added two spoons of sugar and a splash of creamer. Before he could pick up the delicate cup, red tipped fingers lifted the porcelain to his lips, much like one would for a doll.

 

The TV demon became very still and allowed the redhead to carefully pour a bit of tea into his mouth. A small amount dribbled down the side of his screen, but was quickly caught by a napkin. “I also prefer coffee to tea, but the black tea here is brewed rather strong so I enjoy it.”

 

Alastor picked up his own cup and let out a content sigh after a long sip. Vox stayed perfectly still, playing the part of doll companion. The quiet didn’t deter the radio demon from speaking.

 

“I usually take a stroll down to cannibal town once a week or so. Just such a pleasant atmosphere. Oh and I don’t have to worry about my meals being interrupted.” The redhead picked up a tea cake and broke it in half before bringing it up to digital lips. The cookie melted in Vox’s tongue along with a few of his brain cells. He was becoming more aroused simply due to the fact that he was being treated like an object. It was degrading but in a way that made Vox feel good about himself. He was not a thing to be used, or merchandise to be broken and replaced, but rather a cherished object being given consideration. He was being fed and taken care of, talked to softly and cleaned up.

 

The media overlord relaxed more into his role as elegant hands brushed crumbs from his coat. The radio demon moved on to put a bit of the pâté on a piece of toast for himself, and even that small pause in attention made the TV ache. “You’d be surprised how many people barge into my room on a daily basis. Honestly, Charlie needs to have another session about boundaries if you ask me.”

 

Alastor took a sip of his tea before bringing the other cup back up to Vox’s mouth. “Not that anyone ever does ask me. But then I find the whole notion of redemption rather silly. Some of my team building suggestions got me banned from group activities. Believe me I’m just absolutely devastated that I wasn’t allowed to participate in trust falls.”

 

Vox couldn’t silence the snort of laughter at Alastor’s sardonic tone, but he schooled his features into doll-like blankness rather quickly. A napkin wipes Vox’s face again and Alastor paused tracing a finger across the edge of his mouth. Red eyes narrowed as if searching for something.

 

“You have more of those little dots on your face.” The TV demon worried for a moment that static was popping off on his screen, but apparently that’s not what Alastor was referring to. “Is that because you had to get a new screen?”

 

The radio demon had noticed the increase in resolution. He didn’t have the words to explain it but he noticed, and that made Vox rather speechless. The pause was long enough that Alastor assumed he was still playing at being a doll, rather than dealing with a frazzle of happy emotions.

 

“Speak.”

 

“The word you’re looking for is pixels, and yes I have more of them now. I upgraded while I was getting my screen replaced. Better picture quality in case…in case I need to display a broadcast again.” Slim fingers touched under his eyes where a blush appeared with edges smoothed out more clearly thanks to the millions of extra pixels.

 

“Fascinating.”  

 

It was the first word Alastor had ever said to him. The very first time they met and the radio demon had jerked his head around to see if it truly was attached to his body. The first word that had passed those smiling lips, back when Vox’s head had been bulky and dependent on radio waves alone. Back when Alastor was interested in new technology rather than indifferent to it.

 

Vox loved the advancement of technology, and the open mindedness of changing times. He’d never felt more alive than when he’d entered hell and was able to give into the depravity he’d long kept hidden in his human life. To be able to openly engage in sex with men, and ask women to dominate and whip him was a big sexual revelation. He’d indulged in his previously forbidden desires all while still being in charge of his business and overall respected for his savvy. He didn’t have to worry about how firm his handshake was, or if taking it up the ass would make him look like a sissy. In hell all that mattered was the power you held, the souls you had under contract and your image. Despite all of Vox’s more submissive inclinations his image was flawless. He had a tight hold on how he appeared on screen and in public. There were no outdated notions of manhood  and conquest down here. Vox could dominate in finance and business and freely go home to submit and be controlled in his personal life, and no one would give a fuck. Hell had given him the freedom to reconcile these two parts of himself without the risk of losing it all and Vox loved it.

 

But that didn’t mean Alastor had the same experience. The radio demon had lived through a rapidly changing and volatile time, in which he had no power unless he stuck to very specific rules or etiquette. Any change could spell the end to anything the man had built. Just like when the first talkies came out and so many silent film stars lost their careers. Vox could guarantee the man had mastered smiling in the face of adversity long before he’d entered hell. His confidence was unparalleled, and his control so tight it made Vox melt with desire.

 

Cyan eyes looked into red ones which were still studying his screen. Vox wanted to be seen, to be recognized, to be desired. “Do you like it?”

 

“It’s interesting, we will have to test it out soon.”

 

Chapter 5: Dollification part: 2

Many people in hell relished in the endless choices hell provided. You could do what you wanted, kill who you wanted, fuck who you wanted. There were no consequences outside of pissing off the wrong person, and even then if you had a certain level of power that was no issue. Money and power could buy you freedom at a much higher rate than in the human world. Vox should know, he’d been a wealthy man, but there were still things he couldn’t have bought himself out of. In hell though? He could do whatever he wanted, and decision fatigue was real. That’s why he loved it when he could zone out and not have to think.

 

So when the TV demon woke up to find yet another outfit laid out for him he was relieved not to have to go into his closet and decide what to wear. Especially since this evening would be his meeting with Alastor, and he had no idea what the man was planning to do with his doll. The radio demon hadn’t given a meeting location, which was becoming a trend. It left Vox nervous with anticipation. His excitement only grew when he picked up the clothes waiting for him and noticed they weren’t anything he owned. There was also a small blue box on top of the articles of clothing. 

 

Vox hadn’t realized he was holding his breath until he let out a soft gasp. Inside the box was a pair of cufflinks.They sparkled with an eclectic blue stone in the middle of a silver triangle. The gift made his heart flutter with hope, a hope he didn’t want to hold on to. Alastor was not only dressing him up but presumably had bought this whole outfit. 

 

Being objectified had never felt so good.

 

Slim fitted blue trousers were pulled over narrow hips, hugging Vox’s ass in a way none of his other pants did. He tucked in the crisp white shirt and straightened out his collar leaving the first two buttons undone. He’d need help with the last piece, and with a sigh he pulled out his phone and called Velvette.

 

“What? Need help getting out of bed old man?” Velvette said jokingly as she answered.

 

“I’ll have you know I got out of bed with minimal joint creaking. Thank you very much. No, I need your help with an outfit.”

 

“Oh, a fashion emergency! I’ll be right there.” 

 

Velvette wasted no time, and let herself into Vox’s apartment, not even bothering to knock. She barged into his bedroom, with a smile on her face. “What do you need help with babe? Cause I’ve got so many ideas now that you've decided to care about how you look.”

 

“Sorry, Vel, I don't need your help putting an outfit together. I need your help putting it on.” Vox smirked at her holding up the corset vest Alastor had picked out for him. It was an elegant piece, with the panels consisting of a blue material with floral and leaf patterns, and plain black. The vest had boning coming up all the way to the chest before the material reached around over his shoulders and towards his back where more bonding started. Two red ribbons laced the back, coming together in the middle so the top and bottom of the corset could be adjusted separately. The front had metal hooks to keep the vest tightly closed. Velvette’s smile actually grew menacing.

 

“Oh we’re gonna get that waist so small, Val will be able to wrap one hand around it.” The thought of being constricted was strangely arousing and Vox laughed nervously as he slipped on the vest. 

 

“Hold on to the door frame.” The smaller demon commanded.

 

“I feel like I’m going to regret calling you up here.” Blue claws held on to the door frame leading to the ensuite and Velvette promptly yanked at the bottom laces. “Fuck!”

 

“You’re fine, we can go tighter.”

“But do we need to!?”

 

“If you’re gonna wear it, then go all in.” Another pull cinched Vox’s waist, and the TV let out a gasp. “See you can still breathe.”

 

Small hands wrapped around his waist as if admiring their work, before moving up to slightly adjust the top laces. The media overlord was then spun around and his colleague took a step back with a finger on her chin.

 

“Honestly, it suits you. What shoes are you gonna wear?”

 

“Uh…” Alastor hadn’t put out any shoes.

 

“Heels! It’ll exaggerate the tapering of your body, making your waist appear even smaller.” Velvette rummaged through his closet.

 

Velette returned with a pair of heeled Italian leather boots. He sat on the edge of the bed to pull them on, and a small hand put his hat on his head. “I want a picture. You’re a total fashion muse today. Who’d have guessed you could actually have good taste.”

 

“Hey! I think I dress pretty nice.” Vox defended as he slipped in the cufflinks Alastor had left him.

 

“Sure you do, for an old man. But this month has been a runway show. That trenchcoat? Absolutely fabulous!” The TV demon was subjected to an impromptu photoshoot before Velvette let him get to work.

 

**

His work day was filled with contacting various contractors to start with the building of the silent cinema in cannibal town. Of course he got several quotes and lied about better offers to haggle for cheaper prices, or just straight up threatened the poor sap on the other line if they asked for more than he was willing to pay. Overall despite the excitement and anticipation for his meeting with Alastor, he was able to get a lot of work done. Vox had even lost track of time getting absorbed in the new project. He was in the middle of typing up a casting call when his screens were overtaken by red before a dark silhouette appeared. 

 

“Doll unit Vox, please stand by for updates.” The TV demon went rigid at Alastor’s heavily filtered voice. “Preparing download, please display the instructions on your screen, to confirm you received them.”

 

The TV demon felt the familiar tingle of his antenna picking up electromagnetic waves. It was the same frequency as last time, so he knew exactly which channel to switch to. He saw the image in his mind as he displayed it on his screen.

 

Slut protocol :

 

Lips touched = “Thank you, sir.”

 

Chest touched = “Please, sir.”

 

Thighs touched = spread legs

 

Maker’s mouth on you = begging 

 

Maker’s cock in you = free range of full vocabulary 

 

Obey all direct orders from your Maker, or risk shut down. 

 

Thank you for purchasing Voxtech’s Sex bot DLC for your doll. Trust us with your pleasure.

 

“Fuck…” Vox moaned while he read over the rules. He was not expecting this from Alastor. Of all the dolls he could have been turned into a sex bot was not on his list. Vox would have never thought Alastor would pick such a modern option especially after spending the month playing dress up. The TV demon had explicitly given the other an out, stating that this session needn’t be sexual. Not that Vox was complaining, if anything he was excited to see what the radio demon had in store for him. The instructions faded from his screen being promptly replaced by an incoming call from an unknown device. No, not unknown, decommissioned. It was the watch he’d given Sir Pentous, the one he thought Alastor destroyed. The TV demon’s body buzzed with electricity as he teleported into the device. His face took up the small screen for a moment, looking around to see he was on Alastor's wrist.

 

“Well, my doll, are you going to come out, or be my wrist pet for the whole evening?” The radio demon asked with a smirk looking down at the watch. With a spark Vox exited the watch to find himself standing in a hotel room. There was pink lighting, a circular bead with heart shaped pillows, and velvet curtains.

 

“Fuck, are you serious?” 

 

“What better place to train my sex doll than a love hotel? I want to be sure you updated correctly.” The media overlord looked at Alastor in disbelief. Not only were they in a love hotel but the Radio demon was dressed like he was ready to put in the work. He was wearing  his regular red button up, but a leather harness hugged his chest tightly. Vox swallowed as his eyes traveled down to the tight black pants tucked into thigh high leather heels framing Alastors groin.The TV demon was absolutely determined to get the other demon hard so he could see the erection straining against dark fabric, cradled by those leather boots. The shoes themselves were delicious, at least a six inch platform attached to the stiletto heel, and red bottoms. Vox wanted to get on his knees and run his tongue across those shoes, but he refrained, instead biting his lips and feeling his dick already gaining interest.

 

The absolute cherry on top of the entire outfit was the fact that Alastor was still wearing the Voxtech watch. Rolled up sleeves revealed the repaired device. The fact that the redhead was wearing his technology and had obviously put in research about terminology he wouldn’t usually use was exhilarating. Everything was a feast for the eyes and Vox was already beside himself with delight. Only the radio demon could be this fully dressed and be the walking embodiment of sex. Vox wanted to get completely railed by the man, and he hoped he didn’t take off a single article of clothing.

 

With a smirk Alastor walked towards him. The click clack of the heels, and the way the redhead’s hips swayed made Vox whimper. One long finger gently tapped at his lip like he was a tablet Alastor wanted to wake up.

 

“Thank you, sir.” The programmed response came out like a sigh and the radio demon’s smile grew wider.

 

“You’re very welcome, dear. I know you are just dying to be played with. But we have different ideas of play don’t we? That’s why I decided to overhaul your system. My slutty little doll would never be stratified with dress up and tea parties alone. You want more than that, don’t you?” The finger trailed down Vox’s neck before stopping over his vest. Alastor spread his hand out over the TV’s chest.

 

“Please, sir.” Vox moaned, whole heartedly agreeing with the activated response. The radio demon’s eyes twinkled in amusement, obviously enjoying the control he had over Vox. The media overlord knew the other demon would love this prompt, and he hoped to hear his name on those full lips again. He wanted Alastor to use him, to find his own pleasure. However that would manifest, be it pleasure from power, or from eating him alive, Vox didn’t care. He just wanted Alastor to say his name again.

 

Vox’s hand was picked up and red eyes looked into cyan as a kiss was planted on the back of his palm. “Please, sir, I want to be a good doll for my maker. I need you so fucking bad, please.”

 

“Well then, my dear, let’s put that protocol to the test.” Alastor laughed and pulled Vox towards the bed by the hand. The redhead looked absolutely breathtaking, his smile losing that hash edge and spreading with glee. The simple fact that Vox was giving in to every command given, every rule set seemed to delight the redhead. The TV demon was even given a little twirl, before being pulled onto the bed. He fell backwards into Alastor’s lap who was sitting on the edge of the circular piece of furniture. Using the strings of the corset the radio demon pulled Vox close to his chest. The TV demon melted into the other, red tipped claws coming up from behind to brush against his chest.

 

“Please, sir.” A soft stream of air blew into one of the ports on the back of Vox’s head. A shudder ran down his spine, but he tried not to vocalize. The hands on his chest moved down to rest on his tights, and with a hitched breath Vox spread his legs.

 

“Such a good doll, seems like the update went smoothly.” Alastor purred behind him, hand kneading the fleshy part of Vox’s thigh. The tip of a nose brushed against the back of his screen.

 

“Hhnn!” The TV demon bit his lip trying to stifle any unauthorized sound as a tongue circle around a port. He could feel himself sparking, and there was an electric pop as the tip of the tongue dipped into the small indentation. A palm brushed over the tent forming in his pants.

 

“It’s ok darling, you can moan, I want to hear you.” The radio demon whispered, one hand moving up to touch digital lips.

 

“Thank you, sir.” A groan left Vox’s mouth as the hand circled around his neck forcing him to tilt his head to the side. His shirt collar was moved to the side as sharp teeth nipped at his skin, before lips closed over the bite mark. “Maker, please, keep touching me.”

 

The hand at his crotch skillfully popped the button open. Vox leaned back into the firm body behind him. His screen titled further to the side hanging down to look at the hand touching him. It was Alastor’s right hand, the one that had the watch strapped around its wrist.

 

“Ooh…” Alastor’s hand wrapped around the TV demon’s fully hard dick, mouth still sucking at the nap of his neck. “Please…ah…please..shit there's so much I want you to do to me, please. I want to play.”

 

A tongue ran up the back of his neck and went back to teasing his ports. “Oh I’m sure, you just want to be used up don’t you? I hope you don’t crash like last time. I can’t plug you in here.” Alastor’s dry hand ran up his election and the friction was uncomfortable yet satisfying. Vox was already leaking like an over excited teenager. The radio demon swiped his hand over the tip gathering some of the precum to help smooth his way back down.

 

“Hopefully this update will help, mhmm? Then we can play all night until I get bored of you and put you back into your toy box. You’re lucky I even want to play with you right now.” Alastor continued to stroke him, the other hand tapping at his thigh. The TV demon scooted down resting his head on Alastors shoulder so he could spread his legs further. Vox closed his eyes and let out a contented moan.

 

“Fuck…please keep playing with me, please.” The begging fell easily from his lips as a kiss was pressed to the side of his screen. His chest was heaving as he focused on the sensation of Alastor’s hand on him, feeling hot breath as the radio demon chuckled. Vox wanted to buck up so badly but his odd position didn’t allow him to do anything other than submit to the hand firmly wrapped around him.

 

Suddenly that grip was removed and Vox whimpered. He’d been so close. “Now, now, let’s not get too excited. We’ve hardly gotten started. Don’t want to overload your system, especially with all the new information you just downloaded.”

 

Hands wrapped around his chest pulling him up to sit properly in Alastor’s lap. “Please, sir.”

 

The radio demon laughed in delight, amused by Vox’s responsiveness.Then a harsh shove to his back toppled Vox forward. He let himself fall with a moan. Cyan eyes glanced to the right as the clicking sound of the heels against the wood floor graced his auditory processors. He watched Alastor make his way around to his side, the red bottoms of his shoes flashing with every step. It took all of Vox’s willpower not to start humping the floor. Once the other demon stopped in front of him, the media overlord looked up. The feeling of inferiority made him shudder.

 

“This protocol really does make you needy. Just a few touches and you're already whimpering and moaning like a mindless whore.” Alastor lifted one foot and Vox bit his lip. “So pathetic.” 

 

“Yes.” The TV hissed out as the sole of the heel landed between his shoulder blades, not caring that he hadn’t been prompted to respond. He couldn’t help it, being trapped under foot was just too much for him. Cyan eyes locked on Alastor’s crotch, having the perfect view from the lower angle. The radio demon wasn’t hard, but damn Vox wanted him to be. The redhead caught him looking and pressed into his back harder.

 

“Disappointed? Well, dear you haven’t done anything to warrant arousal from me, yet. All you’ve done is moan and beg like the desperate little minx you are programmed to be.” The heel twisted, grinding in deep. “You’re supposed to be my doll, here for my pleasure yet I’m completely flaccid. Completely uninterested.”

 

“Nghn…” Vox didn't know if he should speak, he didn’t know if he could speak. THe degradation was just right, getting his fans buzzing. The radio demon bent down and reached for the strings of the TV’s corset.

 

“What is the point of a sex doll, that doesn't get me hard?” Alastor asked with so much disdain in his voice that Vox couldn’t help but whimper, his pleasure only increasing when the strings were given a yank. “But then you’re probably configured to be pleasing to the average sinner who doesn’t need much of anything to get them going.”

 

Alastor removed his foot. With a hand on his hip he tugged the strings of the corset tighter and Vox felt the boning pressing into his ribs. 

 

“Well I didn’t go through all this trouble of downloading that update just to be left with no entertainment.” The TV was dragged back to the bed using the strings. It left him gasping and whining, as his dick painfully rubbed against the wood floor. The radio demon sat back down on the edge of the bed. “Well you’re supposed to have artificial intelligence, let's see if you can figure out how to get me up.”

 

Vox slowly pushed himself up once his strings were let go. He did have to reach around and give them a little tug so it was more comfortable for him to breathe. Alastor didn’t comment on the adjustment, just crossed his legs and waited patiently for Vox to get settled. A kindness that wouldn’t have been alloted to the TV demon had he been in front of Valentino. Sitting back on his haunches, pants still undone, dick still half hard, Vox took in a shaky breath. His eyes went straight  to those lovely shoes once he was comfortable. One leg was bouncing on the other and when cyan eyes looked up red eyes were watching. Alastor was very aware of the effect the shoes were having on Vox, and with a whimsical hum he uncrossed his legs. The movement was slow allowing the TV to track the arch. The foot came down with another heavy clack and then the scratching sound of heels gliding across the floor sent sparks over his skin. Alastor had spread his knees apart giving Vox a full view of just how uninterested he was.

 

“Well my doll, are you up for the task? Or are you not advanced enough for intricate problem solving?”

 

The TV demon knew this was all an act for his benefit, that Alastor was playing the part of the maker wanting to be sexually gratified by his doll, because of the prompt. But he also saw it as a challenge, an opportunity to show Alastor that he could indeed be a very good sex doll and give the radio demon something to enjoy. He could get Alastor hard, because after so many times of engaging in play with the demon, he knew one sure fire way to catch his interest. One thing that got him going every time, and it had nothing to do with how sexy Vox looked, what he was wearing, or even if he was touching Alastor. 

 

“Don’t hurt yourself thinking, dear.” Alastor teased while he waited for Vox’s next move. The TV demon just smirked already having formulated a plan and eager to see how it would affect the redhead. Slowly letting out a sigh he ran his hand over his body tracing over his abused cock, with a whimper. He took in a sharp breath as he palmed himself.

 

“Can’t you just fuck me? My processors aren’t equipped to handle this level of troubleshooting.” Vox moaned out loudly, excessively loud, desperately loud. “My whole purpose is to please my maker, please use me. I want to…ah….I want to satisfy you, sir, please. I don’t want to be s-shut down for not fulfilling my function.” Vox brought his hand up to his mouth and audibly sucked in two of his fingers, moaning around them as he pressed them in and out of his mouth. 

 

“Ah!” His tongue wet his fingers as he opened his mouth to show Alastor how he was working the digits. Then he licked his entire palm and moved his hand back down, encouraging himself to get fully hard again. “Oh..please sir…fuck me. You still have one more protocol to test. Fuck me and let me feel you inside me.”

 

Alastor lifted an eyebrow at him. “Quiet the show you’re putting on.”

 

Vox was not deterred from his plan. It didn’t matter if Alastor knew he was laying it on thick, that wasn’t the point. The point was to stroke his ego, rather than his cock, to show Alastor how much control he had over the media overlord. To get him excited by sound, power and Vox’s desperation, all of the radio’s favorite things.

 

“Please, I need you, sir.” Vox looked into red eyes licking his lips. “I need you to feel real, to feel alive. If I don’t please you, will you throw me away?”

 

Alastor’s smile grew with interest. “Perhaps. if you’re not up to my standards I can just shut you down.”

 

“I want to be good for you, please, let me prove it. I can be useful. I can make you feel good.” Vox’s breathing was coming in heavy pants as he was growing more excited. 

 

“Right now you’re being a rather selfish dolly, fucking your hand in a desprate attempt to catch my instest. I didn’t know that the slut protocol was so literal, and that you’d turn into an insatiable whore.”

 

“Mhmm, I need to cum sir, will you let me? Will you let your doll cum?” Vox asked, slowing down his movements. “I need orders, please, I can’t think on my own. I live to serve you. Would it please my maker if I cum?”

 

“Hmmm.” Alastor purposefully dragged out his decision, watching Vox tense up. “I suppose. I’d like to hear what that sounds like before I fuck you. In case I need to change any settings.”

 

“Fuck!” Vox’s hand moved faster. “You can change my volume if you want me louder…hah if…if you want the whole hotel to hear me scream your name…hah…when you fuck me.”

 

“Oh really?” Alastor leaned forward, hand brushing against the side of Vox’s face. The simple touch and curious tone of voice was all the TV needed to push him over the edge.

 

“Ah…Ah-AH-LASTOR.” The radio demon had turned up his volume in the middle of his orgasm, the sound of his voice rattling his brain. Static fizzed over his screen and small glitches responded to the after shock. Cum splatter on the floor and the sound of breathing echoed in the room as Vox’s vision adjusted. Alastor was smiling at him with amusement before two fingers reached down to swipe up some of the cum off the floor, it was promptly pressed to Vox’s lip.

 

“Thank you, sir.” He responded and as his mouth opened the finger was forced inside feeding the demon his own cum. The media overlord sucked eagerly on red tipped fingers, drawing them into his mouth with a moan. His tongue split the digits and twirled around one. Wet messy sounds filled the room, with his volume turned up even the slightest sound could be heard.

 

Cyan eyes opened to see red one closed furry ears angled towards him. “Ah.” He opened his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip of each finger quickly, making a repetitive lapping sound. 

 

“Mhmm.” Then he sucked again, breaking the sucktion he had so there were wet pops. Black tipped ears flicked in pleasure, and Alastor’s face relaxed into a closed lipped smile. Vox curled his fingers around the black wrist just above where the watch sat and leaned in closer bobbing and sucking, moaning and gasping. He dragged the wet fingers out of his mouth slowly before guiding them down to his chest.

 

“Please, sir.” He said with a cheeky grin. The hand fell away and Vox crawled closer as Alastor leaned back. Cyan eye caught sight of their prize, Alastor had responded to the sounds. Vox settled between Alastor’s legs looking up and opening his mouth to stick his tongue out. It was a silent offer. Vox never touched Alastor’s private area. If the man wanted a handjob he took care of it himself. If he wanted to fuck Vox he lined himself up. Vox had never been given the privilege of performing oral, but he would eagerly do so if the redhead decided he wanted it. Alastor hesitated for a moment, and Vox brought his own fingers back into his mouth with a moan.

 

“It would sound better if I had something bigger to suck on.” Vox suggested, popping his fingers out of his mouth. 

 

“Really? Do you think that would please me or are you just desperate to satiate your own hunger?” Alastor asked, his voice low and his smile as strained as the erection tenting his pants. The TV demon knew what the redhead was after, that all to familiar power exchange. He wanted Vox needy and begging, holding the decision to give the overlord what he so desperately wanted in the palm of his hand. 

 

Vox didn’t mind begging.

 

“Both. I want to taste you and please you. I need you inside me, please.” Vox’s hands hovering above Alastor’s legs long enough that the radio demon could avoid his touch if he didn’t want it. There was always a slowness to Vox’s movements when he reached for Alastor like this, a respectful delay reiterating that Vox knew Alastor was in charge. In return for his respect his maker would take care of him, and ensure his pleasure.

 

“Go on then.” The redhead encouraged, and Vox’s hands slid up leather clad thighs. He leaned in further spreading Alastor’s legs to make room for his screen.

 

“Getting a taste of my own cum only made me want to swallow you whole, sir.” He opened his mouth hoovering close to the clothed erection in front of him looking up at Alastor with mock innocence. “Will you let your doll taste you? Catalog every inch of you so I can improve my performance?” 

 

Submission given willingly, enthusiastically. Vox knew his place in their deal. Vox was on his knees asking for permission, knowing the radio demon had the power to initiate; he was just offering. Alastor in the end, no matter how much he begged, was in charge of the scene. He didn’t have to prompt the demon to berate him, even when he acted up in an attempt to get punished the outcome wasn’t always what he desired. Vox had absolutely no control over how he was used, but with Alastor he was at least considered. With Alastor it was about Vox’s pleasure, even when it wasn’t his prompt, the radio demon always made sure he reached climax. They were equals in this, mutually gaining even if on the outside the dynamic seemed unequal. Vox played the whore rather than being made into one. Alastor played his part and though Vox couldn’t always understand exactly what that part was, or what he got out of it, he knew this was all just a game to the both of them. A game they played well, a game that went smoothly and left neither party wanting or dissatisfied. All boundaries respected, no lines crossed.

 

“Well, it would be cruel of me not to satisfy your curiosity, especially if you are seeking to improve your performance.” Pants were unbuttoned, and Vox bit his lip as his fan kicked on again. A hand pushed his screen back and then the other demon stood up freeing himself completely. Vox moaned at the sight of it, at being beneath his maker, the heels causing him to tower above him as Vox stayed kneeling. 

 

Alastor was smaller than Val. He was average, slim and elegant. It wasn’t the type of cock that Val would want a top in one of his pornos to have, but it was everything Vox craved. The TV demon was salivating with gratitude. He wanted to feel him thrust into his mouth with the same skill used when fucking him. Wanted to be fed that cock so deep he’d choke on it. He could feel himself starting to get hard again, though it’d probably take a while before he was back to being fully erect. That was fine he’d have something to do in the meantime. Vox licked his lips.

 

“Get onto the bed.”

 

The TV demon didn’t need to be told twice. Getting up and onto the bed he laid down on his back with his hands to the side. The sound of a cap popping drew his attention and Vox watched with bated breath as Alastor applied some lube to his erection giving it a few good strokes before stepping onto the bed and straddling his head. The TV demon swallowed hard, eyes eating up the sight of the heels pressing down into the soft covers. Alastor settled onto his chest like an incubus, and Vox took in a stuttering breath just to feel the weight of the demon on top of him.

 

A slick finger circled around his lips. “Thank you, sir.”

 

“Ah, so you are not broken. You forgot a command, my dear.” Alastor smirked down at him, and Vox wracked his brain for what he could have forgotten. Alastor lifted up a bit bringing his staring erection tantalizingly close to Vox’s screen before lowering back down onto his chest.

 

“Please, sir.” Vox breathed out with a whimper.

 

“Good, boy.” The TV demon just nodded slowly in agreement, he wanted to be good, he wanted to make Alastor feel good, he wanted so many things it was making it hard to think. The head of Alastor’s cock touched his lip. 

 

“Thank you, sir.” Red tipped fingers grabbed the top edge of Vox’s screen drawing him in closer as Alastor fed him what he’d craved for years. Digital eyes closed as Vox moaned around his mouth full. Straining his neck, eager to take in every inch, pressing his tongue up to glide underneath.

 

“Huh…” It was a soft exhale of breath. A pleasurable sigh, and when Vox looked up he found red eyes watching him. It was thrilling and he groaned, the sound muffled but still loud due to the adjusted volume settings. Red ears flicked forward and hips drew back. Alastor braced himself on the headboard, his other hand still holding on tightly to the edge of the TV’s screen. Blue claws grasped at bedsheets in preparation.

 

“Nghn!” The thrust wasn’t soft or gentle. It was harsh and Vox had to relax his throat so he wouldn’t gag. Sharp fingernails dug into the back of his head as his screen was pulled closer to meet the next harsh thrust. Vox was determined not to just be a passive hole Alastor could fuck into, pursing his lips as the other demon pulled out. Parting his lips just as the radio demon thrust back in. The sounds were wet, and messy, and it was obviously exciting Alastor even more. 

 

“Mhmm…”  Red eyes looked down into Cyan, and Vox moaned, pressing his tongue up to caress Alastor on his way in again. “I should have used you like this sooner. Of course a slut like you would give good head.”

 

Perfect, Alastor was absolutely perfect. He always knew what to say and when to say it. Even balls deep in Vox’s mouth the degrading comment came out with a tone of superiority that stirred something in the TV demon. Alastor somehow always held some composure, never being completely swallowed up by lust, able to play the part oh so well. Vox could feel the electricity building in his body, and he was starting to get hard again. Static built up in the room and sparks flew between his antenna. The sound of screaming moans entered his head as Alastor sent him a radio wave to pick up on. It was amazing how the demon was able to multitask while fucking his face. It caused cyan eyes to roll up in pleasure and Vox’s throat vibrated with a moan.

 

“Such a good little toy for me.” Alastor whispered, eyes closing, ears pinning back. Vox’s arousal grew and he noticed the shadows in the room shifting. His screen was held firmly in place and Alastor withdrew, leaving him whining at the loss. “Keep your mouth open, like a good sex doll.”

 

Vox did as he was told, leaving his mouth open in the soft shape of an O. Alastor looked over his shoulder taking a deep breath and a tentacle appeared from under the bed. “Stay still, just like that, dear.”

 

The TV demon hadn’t noticed how much of his weight Alastor had been supporting while thrusting into him, until the demon sat back down onto his chest. He sat there dick wet and weeping, obviously unsatisfied but so close to bursting. The media overlord wanted to take it back into his mouth but he stayed still like he’d been told, the suffocating weight of Alastor’s body pinning him in place. The lone tentacle came to meet it’s master, who grabbed the lube bottle and gave it a quick coating, before lifting back up. Both hands grabbed Vox’s screen now, and Alastor’s smile was wide and menacing. “Ready?”

 

Vox nodded dumbly, mouth still open, willing to become an object for Alastor to use. Getting painfully aroused by the idea of just being a thing for the stoic demon to utilize. To be nothing but a mindless fuck toy. But the radio demon wasn’t selfish, the slicked tentacle wrapped around Vox giving a tantalizing squeeze. The TV demon’s eye lids dropped in pleasure, moaning open mouthed. The sound was soon muffled by Alastor guiding himself back in. Vox looked up through hooded eyelids watching every micro expression on the redhead’s face. Sharp teeth bit into a crooked smile as Alastor’s head lulled forward.

 

“Now, you’ve already made a mess on the floor earlier, so let's keep the bedsheets relatively clean.” The grip on the side of his face tightened, holding him steady. “When I cum I want you to swallow every last drop.”

 

The TV demon’s eyes rolled up in bliss as Alastor hit the back of his throat. The tentacle on his cock stroked up as the redhead pulled back. Muffled moans and choked sounds escaped stretched lips. The thumb on the side of his head pressed the volume all the way up and Alastor shuddered, ears swiveling forward. Vox looked up at him through hazy eyes feeling the static popping over his screen, which was probably just adding to the sensations Alastor was feeling while thrusting into him. His vision wobbled with test colors but he desperately tried to hold on not wanting to miss a single expression on redhead’s face. Or a single soft sound that passed his lips. Vox prayed to hear his name again. He relaxed his jaw, tongue slipping out, wanting to be good. Wanting Alastor to feel good.

 

The radio demon was breathing heavy, smile slack as he panted. Red eyes closed and hips lost in their rhythm. 

 

“Hah…uh…Vff-oh…” It was the most vocal Alastor had ever been in bed and it was still rather reserved. The redhead adjusted himself, one hand going back up to grip onto the headboard the other sliding up the side of his screen to hold firmly to the top. Vox’s head was forced back a little, legs straddling his chest clamped around him pinning his arms to the side. The squeeze of thighs against him made his heart race, and he shuddered as the tentacle continued to stroke him. Vox felt so good, so useful, keeping his mouth slack while Alastor’s hips snapped forward. He could taste the pre-cum trickling over his tongue mixing with his spit, adding to the wet eclectic sounds that he knew were driving Alastor crazy. 

 

“Ah..” Vox’s screen was pressed close as Alastor pushed in deep, spilling down his throat. The TV demon couldn’t help the automatic response of his throat swallowing, tightening around the redhead and choking a little. A deep moan emanating from his chest, all the louder due to his volume being turned up. He’d never felt this aroused sucking on cock before, but somehow the extra layer of degradation, of being used like a sex doll, really did it for him.

 

“Ah…” Vox gasped when his head was let go. He arched up into the heavy feeling of Alastor on his chest, pressing his screen back into the soft bedding. He could still taste Alastor on his lips and his body tensed, claws digging into the bedsheets. Cyan eyes tried to look up at the radio demon as he was catching his breath, cock spent, but strips ran across his vision. 

 

“Such a good doll.” Alastor cooed, running his fingers down the side of Vox’s screen where a small trickle of cum had spilled from his mouth.

 

“Al!” The volume was booming and shook his head adding to the buzzing pleasure of his orgasm.

 

**

 

Vox woke up under the covers, corset removed, shoes off, hat resting on the nightstand. The sound of a shower running was the first thing he registered. There was a sense of intimacy in having Alastor taking a shower in the hotel room. It gave Vox a sense of pride, like he’d debauched the reserved demon enough that he felt the need to clean himself up. The idea that the TV demon could just slip out of bed and into the shower with Alastor excited him. That he’d see the redhead completely nude.

 

Sitting up, cyan eyes locked on the bathroom door but before a decision could be made the shower was shut off. It was for the best, showering together was the type of aftercare reserved for a lover, not a casual kink partner. Alastor did plenty to reestablish balance after their session. Covering Vox up, settling him comfortably and asking for the next prompt. That is all the after care that he needed…all that he would get. Long legs swung around the side of the bed as Vox scooted to the edge.

 

“How’s your throat?” Alastor asked, buttoning up his shirt as he exited the bath. His hooves tapped audibly against the wood floor.

 

“It’s fine. You didn’t do anything I couldn’t handle.” Vox said with a cocky grin. The bravado was wiped off his face when a cup of water was handed to him.

 

“Drink.”

 

He took the plastic cup and sipped the cold water. Clearing his throat Vox glanced up at Alastor. The demon’s hair was still wet, red strands clinging to his forehead, droplets rolling down his neck before being absorbed by his shirt. 

 

“We didn’t get to test that last protocol properly. My mouth was full.”

 

Alastor rolled his eyes. “I am positive that protocol is part of your inherent code. You’ve never once been quiet when I fuck you.”

 

“Yes, but have I used my full range of vocabulary?”

 

“No,” Alastor put a finger thoughtfully to his chin before grinning at Vox. “My cock seems to corrupt you system and diminish your recall, you end up just repeating various phrases”

 

“Well we can’t all just sit back and calmy recite dictationary pages while fucking.” Vox teased back. “What’s your prompt?”

 

Alastor picked up his boots and harness, not bothering to put them back on. With his usual confident smile he simply said, “Sound”, before dissolving into shadow.

Notes:

One of my favorite prompts back where it belongs. Thank you to everyone who has been giving me well wishes. For those who don’t know there is an author’s note on Happy Tuesday that explains somewhat what happened. I am on medication and stable now.

Chapter 6: ASMR Part : 1

Notes:

Sex scene between Vox and Val. It's not toxic. If anything Vox is being the toxic one. Marked with [!] as a;ways.

 

All of hell was under the impression that Alastor loved being the center of attention. That was only partially true. He enjoyed the power and respect that came with being an overlord, he found broadcasting screams and depravity to be amusing, but he hadn’t done those things for attention. They were a warning not to mess with the radio demon, because in the end Alastor enjoyed his solitude. He liked choosing when he was in the spotlight, when he wanted ears to listen, but he always demanded respect. Respect in hell was best earned by instilling fear and if the radio demon was a bit over the top about doing so, well who could blame him? After all, it was rather fun!

 

Still he cherished the moments where he could listen to his jazz and enjoy a good meal in the privacy of his own room. In fact he was currently enjoying an early dinner. Cutting into the bloody venison shank he let the raw meat melt on his tongue. The velvety texture delighting his taste buds as he chewed slowly. Solitude becomes Alastor, as he’d rather not deal with other’s need for attention, or have to pretend he was listening or enjoy company he obviously wasn’t. Other than a plastered on smile to keep people guessing Alastor had no desire to indulge in pleasantries, especially if it interfered with his own comfort or sensibility. Which is why he had surprised himself by indulging Vox’s sexual desires yesterday.

 

He supposed that was the deal after all. Once a month Alastor satisfied Vox’s sexual appetite and in exchange, he was given power, control and an entertaining show to watch. Really the radio demon was just fulfilling his end of the deal by ensuring Vox was satisfied. Witnessing the absolutely dull sex the TV demon had with that idiot moth only confirmed that he wasn’t getting what he needed out of any other relationship. Which would make Vox more desperate, and the more desperate and needy the overlord was, the more entertaining the begging and groveling would be. Plus, the TV was absolutely predictable and so easy to manipulate. All Alastor had to do was put on an outrageously high set of heels and Vox was salivating at the mouth. Willingly being stepped on and shoved around, it was pathetic and oh so fun to take advantage of! Alastor supposed that’s why he was able to tolerate Vox as a continued sexual partner. Though occasionally the demon would slip up and inquire about Alastor’s pleasure, for the most part Vox was focused on getting himself off. Which suited Alastor just fine, the TV’s chase for sexual gratification usually led to some amusing places, and Alastor also quite enjoyed researching and puzzling through a roleplay set up. It was intellectually stimulating, especially when he was faced with a request he had no previous knowledge about.

 

That’s what the doll requested had been, a new challenge, and since Vox wasn’t expecting anything sexual, Alastor wanted to turn those expectations on their head. It had nothing to do with actually wanting to please the media overlord. Or hearing him melt under Alastor’s touch.

 

“Alastor!” Vaggie barged in causing the door to bang against the wall and ratter the pictures and mounted skulls hanging on there. The radio demon was mid-bite, when the fallen exorcist interrupted him. With an irritated hum Alastor set down his fork and knife.

 

“Vaggie this is becoming a habit that I don’t appreciate. Perhaps, I should request another lesson about boundaries from Charlie. I’m sure she would just be excited to do so.”

 

“Nifty is stuck in the chimney and as facilities manager it’s your job to make sure this place is functioning. That includes making sure we have a working fireplace.”

 

Alastor got to his feet dabbing at some blood on the corner of his mouth. “Quite right, wouldn’t want dear Nifty blocking the chimney.”

 

Picking up his mic he clasped his hands behind his back and happily whistled as he made his way downstairs to the lobby. Vaggie followed closely behind with her arms crossed. Once they got to their destination the only evidence that there was something amiss was the occasional sprinkle of soot falling onto the logs in the fireplace. With a snap of his finger the radio demon vanished the logs.

 

Alastor took his mic flipping it over and laid on his back under the fireplace. Maneuver the rod he poked at the red form clogging the chimney.

 

“Nifty dear, try to grab the end of my cane if you can.” 

 

“I’m stuck, sir, I can't move an inch.”

 

“Well, at least it’s not the toilet this time.” Vaggie sighed.

 

“Still very unsanitary. Nifty what were you thinking?” The radio demon jabbed into what he assumed was a thigh hoping to dislodge her. With a couple of more pokes a spindly little leg fell out and Alastor grabbed onto it pulling the little maid out with a flurry of ash. They both coughed, and Nifty threw grateful arms around his neck.

 

“Thank you sir! I was just trying to clean the chimney. It's so dirty!”

 

“Well perhaps chimney sweep isn’t an occupation you should endeavor to pursue.” He patted the little bug on the head. “How about some afternoon tea? You can take a break from your incessant cleaning, and I can finish my supper. Which was so rudely interrupted.”

 

Nifty and Charlie both perked up at the mention of food, though Vaggie glared at him for the remark. 

 

“That's a great idea Alastor! We could all use a break and what’s more wholesome than a nice little tea party!” Charlie twittered with joy.

 

“I don’t know what kind of tea parties you go to Princess, but in my experience there are just excuses for gossiping and talking shit.” Angel said from the couch. “Which I mean I love gossiping and talking shit.”

 

“So you’ll have tea with us then?” Charlie asked excitedly, ignoring the negative aspect of what Angel had just said.

 

The spider demon just gave her a fond smile. “Sure.”

 

“Great. How about this, we all make something special to share. Our favorite tea, cookies, scones, whatever! That way we can learn something about each other.” The blonde clapped her hands together with authority. “Let’s meet back here in an hour!”

 

Alastor shadow stepped back into his room to finish his dinner, contemplating what he would bring to the party. He recalled the savory calas he’d made for Vox. The radio demon wondered if the other had enjoyed them. His mother had made them often as rice was a cheap staple in their home, though she’d made the sweet kind. As a boy Alastor had a higher tolerance for sweets but as he grew older his palate had refined. Still he’d learned many of his mother’s recipes for sweets.  Vanishing his finished meal he made his way into the kitchen.

 

“Gonna make something for the tea party?” Angel asked. The spider was in the middle of filling a hollow pastry with cream.

 

“Indeed, if we have the ingredients.” Alastor hummed as he looked in the pantry, luckily it was well stocked and had everything he needed. Setting his cane to stand on its own the radio demon gathered all the needed ingredients and a sauce pan. Swing music softly played from his mic as he pulled on an apron and tapped his foot to the beat.

 

Angel laughed letting his hips sway to the music as well. “Didn’t know you made a whole production of baking.”

 

“Oh the mood has to be right when making anything, my dear fellow, or it won’t taste as sweet.” Alastor flicked on the burner and set a large saucepan over the flame.

 

“Watcha making?”

 

“You’ll have to be patient and see.” The radio demon measured out three cups of brown sugar. Melting it down with a half stick of unsalted butter and adding a cup of heavy whipping cream. He stirred continuously to ensure the mixture wouldn’t burn and added just a bit of maple syrup while setting his tentacle to the task of cutting and scraping fresh vanilla bean into the caramel. Once everything was well combined he took the pot of the burner and took out a baking sheet covering it with parchment paper. By then the mixer had cooled a bit and he folded in some pecans.

 

The radio demon dropped large droplets of the praline mixture onto the parchment. Once everything was spooned out of the sauce pan the pralines were put in the fridge to help them cool faster. 

 

It was almost time for everyone to meet up again in the lobby when the candy was taken out and arranged on a plate. Alastor paused for a moment and conjured up a small cardboard box with a cut out window in the shape of a radio on top. He set aside five pralines and tied the box with a red string, vanishing it into his room for safe keeping. Taking the plate he made his way out into the lobby to find everyone already sitting around the coffee table.

 

Nifty was whisking something in a cup, tongue sticking out in concentration. She perked up when he sat down adding his treats to the table.

 

“Here, first cup’s for you.” She launched towards him sloshing some of the green liquid in the cup. 

 

“Thank you dear.” He said with a smile looking at the green frothy substance with suspicion. “What is it?”

 

“Matcha!” This did nothing to answer his question though the little bug seemed to think it did.

 

“I guess Nifty can go first. Tell us about what you brought.” Charlie encouraged with a gleeful clap.

 

“Like I said, I brought matcha! It’s green tea, I love it. Go on take a sip!”

 

Alastor took a small sip and let the bitter grassy flavor linger in his mouth before taking another swig. “Not bad actually. I quite like it, very strong flavor.”

 

Nifty jumped up and down in triumph before crawling her way onto his head. “I’m glad you like it sir.”

 

“Ok, Alastor what did you bring?”

 

“Pralines. I am not a fan of sweets myself but I’m rather good at baking and confectionery.” It went on like this with everyone explaining what they brought and sharing a detail about themselves. Angel had brought cannolis, Husk brought a bottle of Irish cream whiskey, Vaggie brought a savory treat called pupusas, and Charlie brought fireweed tea. The afternoon tea was pleasant but nothing compared to the tea party he had with Vox.

 

Alastor had rather enjoyed the amount of control the media overlord had given up to take on the role of doll. It was very amusing and picking out clothes for the demon had quickly become a habit. The fact that the TV had so readily donned the clothes picked out for him was also satisfying, especially when he’d seen the demon in cannibal town. Clothes made the man as they say, and it was refreshing to see Vox in something other than his usual suit. The corset had been aesthetically pleasing as well, leaning into the stiff restricted movement of a doll. Making Vox into a fine object to be shown off had been rather fun. Alastor hoped the other demon would, if nothing else, continue to wear the cufflinks he’d gotten him. 

 

Red tipped claws subconsciously brushed against Alastor’s pants pocket where his pocket watch sat. 

 

“Oh my gosh, Alastor!” Charlie brought him out of his thoughts, and made him aware of the empty tray of candied clusters as she grabbed the last one. “These pralines are amazing! You should make us treats more often!”

 

“Well, dear, if I made them often they wouldn’t be treats now would they?” The redhead finished his green tea, and Nifty brushed some crumbs out of his hair that she had left behind. There was a sense of pride that consumed Alastor’s chest upon seeing the empty tray, confirmation that the recipe was still as sweet and delicious as it had been when his mother taught it to him. 

 

“Well next time we have a special occasion please do make something again.” Charlie said joyfully as her and Nifty started cleaning up. Husk and Angel were talking amongst themselves and Vaggie retrieved some of the leftovers. The radio demon grabbed a firm hold of his cane and made his way back upstairs to his room.

 

Alastor's smile stretched a bit wider as he saw the untouched box of pralines he’d set aside. Fishing out his pocket watch he notes that it was well after working hours. Picking up the packaged treats the radio demon melted into his own shadow traveling across pentagram city just to re-materialize in Vox’s office.

 

The light of the aquarium was the only thing illuminating the space, as he set the package carefully on the TV demon’s desk

 

**

Alastor was going over his inventory sheet, looking at his tallies to see what supplies he’d have to order for the hotel this month and what could wait. He sat at his desk in his room, soft music playing from his mic as he made a shopping list. There was an odd sound mixing with the music, and for a moment Alastor thought his mic was acting up. But, when he silenced the music the sound still echoed persistently throughout his room. His sensitive ears soon tract the source of it. The Voxtech watch was chiming with a message on the screen. The radio demon had forgotten all about the magically repaired device. He picked it up from the bookshelf he’d tossed it onto.

 

V sent a voice memo

 

The message read along the top with a button below it, reading: Listen

 

Curiosity took over and a red tipped finger pressed listen. Alastor absentmindedly sat back down at his desk strapping the watch onto his wrist. He picked up his pencil to continue his list when he noticed the screen displaying a still picture of one of the pralines he’d made. This piqued his interest even more. It didn’t take long for furry ears to swivel towards the sound emanating from the small device. It was clear and crisp for such a small thing. The distinct sound of a string being untied graced eager ears. Then the slight crinkling sound of the cardboard treat box being opened. Every little sound rang so clear Alastor could almost see what was happening. Vox’s blue tipped claws reaching into the box, picking up one of the pralines…

 

A chill ran down Alastor’s spine when the distinct crunch of Vox biting into the candied pecans graced his ears.

 

“Mhmm”

 

The pleasurable sound was soft, and lips smacked as if savoring the sweet flavor. Another bite and another tingle skittered down Alastor’s spine. The sound of chewing could be clearly heard, and the radio demon wondered at what sort of microphone could pick up subtle sounds so clearly. He could even hear Vox swallow! The TV demon reaching back into the treat box was announced by rustling. Another crunch, another sound of enjoyment.

 

‘These are soooo good.”

 

The words were just a sigh, a quiet whisper that the mic picked up clearly. There was licking and sucking as if Vox was cleaning off his fingers. Alastor’s hand clenched and the pencil he had forgotten he was holding snapped in half.

 

“I’ll save the rest for later.”

 

The sound of the treat box closing and the string being purposely tied back on.

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

The audio cut out, and the picture of the praline disappeared from the small screen on Alastor’s wrist. He tapped at the device wanting to see if the sound file was saved, if he could listen to it again. However the main screen had so many icons it quickly became frustrating trying to figure out what they represented. When he clicked on one that looked like a microphone it just took him to something called a voice recorder. But there was nothing there except a record, play and delete button. When he hit the play button nothing happened.

 

“Urgh! Useless contraption!” He glared at the watch as if doing so would magically reveal to him how to use it. All he knew was that the little phone button would make calls, but all these other tiny squares weren’t very straight forward. Alastor did not want to call Vox to ask how to use the watch, he didn’t want the TV demon to know he wanted to listen to the audio again. The media overlord would get a big head and gloat about it, and most likely act like a spoiled brat next session just to irritate Alastor more. 

 

Dragging his finger across the small screen he was bombarded with more tiny icons he had no idea about. It had been frustrating enough to go to the library and look up information on computer terminology for the doll prompt, he had no more patience for figuring out technology! With a frustrated grunt he sat up abruptly knocking over his chair, and stormed out of his room. Making his way down to the common area Alastor was relieved to see Charlie with her idea boarded out.

 

“Charlie dear, could I have a moment of your time?” He asked with his usual smile and charm.

 

“Sure thing Alastor! What’s up?” The blonde bounced happily towards him.

 

“I have this new device. I was in the middle of inventory and thought it would be easier to order things this way, rather than for me to go out and buy them. I’m embarrassed to admit I have no idea what I’m doing.” the redhead lied smooth, sticking out his wrist to show Charlie the watch.

 

“Well what are you wanting to know?” Charlie asked with a smile glancing at the watch. “There’s a lot of icons so I can see how that might be overwhelming. The green one with the phone is for making calls and then the one with the envelope is for messages. But was there something–”

 

“Messages? So if someone perhaps had sent me a thing called a ‘voice memo’ would it be there?” Alastor asked.

 

“Yeah probably. You can send voice memos instead of texts. A lot of people do it when they need to send a message hands free but don’t want to talk on the phone for whatever reason.”

 

The radio demon tapped on the message icon and it brought him to a screen that was mostly empty except for a blank gray circle with the letter V next to it.

 

“Looks like you don’t have any unread messages, but you can look at the old ones or reply by clicking on the chat.” Charlie explained, she glanced up at Alastor with a inquisitive smile. “V?”

 

“For vendor, darling. I didn’t have the patience to type the whole thing out. Knowing about this voice memo function will surely assist in my correspondences. Much easier to speak than to type on this useless device.”

 

“You know it might be better if you got a phone. The screens are bigger and easier to navigate.”

 

“I shall think on that, for now I’ll continue to acquaint myself with the device I have. Thank you very much, Charlie, for your assistance.” Alastor stepped away, clicking on the gray circle. It opened the message thread where there was a rectangle with lines running in the middle of it and a little play button. The radio demon climbed up to his tower to sit and relisten to the audio.

 

**

Vox had spent the past three weeks sending voice memos to Alastor through the recommissioned Voxtech watch. The media overlord knew that the redhead was listening to the memos, as he’d set up “read” receipts. Every time Alastor opened and listened to the message Vox would get a little notification in the corner of his screen. The first time he’d sent a memo it had taken a while for the radio demon to listen to it, but subsequently every other message had been opened within seconds of being sent off.

 

Unplugging the microphone from the back of his head he sent off the new memo he’d just recorded. He’d cooked himself a simple dinner of chicken with broccoli and rice. Capturing the sounds of cutting into the florets, washing the rice and the  sizzling chicken. Before he could even finish plating his food he got the notification that Alastor had opened the memo. With a cocky grin Vox went to sit at his dining table and enjoy his meal.

 

“Voxxie!” He was halfway through his dinner when Valentino sauntered into his apartment.

 

“I’m eating!” Vox called with slight annoyance from the dining area, determined to finish his meal despite the interruption. Val came into view poking around the kitchen with a pouting face.

 

“And you left me nothing but rice.” The taller demon crossed one pair of arms over his chest and the others sat on his hips. “I’m starting to feel neglected. You won’t dress up for me after a whole month of teasing. I didn’t even get to fuck you in that delicious little corset!”

 

“Sorry Val, I had some sudden business to handle.” Vox lied, cutting another bite off the chicken breast. Val plopped down next to him, pout still firmly in place. Vox glanced at him with a neutral expression unsure where this interaction would lead. Val just huffed out a sigh and shrugged .

 

“That’s fine I just called Angel to the studio and fucked him in one of his pink corsets. I like how they push up his chest fluff anyway.” So it was the comparison route. Vox sighed and tried not to let the comment get to him.

 

“Good, glad you were able to get your dick wet.” Vox’s lack of jealousy obviously irked the moth demon. Frankly the media overlord was tired of playing this game. Tired of having his want to be desired taken advantage of. He would never be the only person in Val’s life and that was fine because Val wasn’t the only one in his. Their relationship was one of indulgence, a deal not too dissimilar to what he had with Alastor. Vox was very aware that he was fuckable but not lovable. He didn’t need that rubbed in his face. He didn’t need to be compared to Angel. Even if Val found Angel to be more attractive, and visually arousing than Vox, the TV demon didn’t need to hear about it. After all, Vox respectfully didn't tell Valentino how ineloquent he was in bed compared to Alastor. Not that the moth demon knew him and the radio demon were fucking, but still. 

 

“I’d still like to fuck you in your corset, amorcito.” Val purred switching tactics quickly since he didn’t get a rise out of his partner. “You looked so handsome in that tight little vest.” The comment did nothing to encourage Vox to put on the corset for Val. It had been a gift from Alastor, and he didn’t want to wear it for anyone else.

 

Vox didn’t respond, just finished his meal and gathered the empty dishes. “Oh come on baby, you’re not upset I fucked Angel.”

 

“Of course not Val, why would I be upset about something you do basically every week? That’s why I want you wearing a condom. I don’t know where that fucking spider has been, or any of the other whores you mess with.”

 

Val shot up from his seat and grabbed Vox’s arm harshly. The TV demon sent a warning spark over his skin and Val withdrew. “Why are you acting like a bitch? You gonna hold out on me again? You stopped dressing up and now you won’t put on that corset for me.”

 

“I’m not your doll.” Vox hissed out, and the wording made his heart hurt. Because he wasn’t Alastor’s doll anymore either. He was no one.

 

“No, you’re not, but you are mi corazón, don’t forget that.” Val ran his hand along Vox’s screen and the TV demon relaxed a little bit wanting to believe that lie. Wanting to hold on to those words just so he’d be someone’s. He knew better. For years him and Val have played this game of tug a war. The on again off again nature of their relationship held no stability yet Vox always went back, just like he’d gone back to Alastor. Always hoping for more and looking in barren fields.

 

“Prove it.” Vox challenged.

 

“Oh, baby.” The taller demon leaned down giving Vox a chaste kiss to the side of his screen. A hand intertwined with his own, another caressing his face, a third pulled him in close by the waist and finally the fourth rested on his chest. “If you wanted my attention you just had to ask. You don’t need to act up.”

 

Vox allowed himself to melt into the kiss Valentino pressed against his digital lips. Soon tongues laced together and the TV let out a sigh. 

 

[!]

 

It didn’t take long for Vox to be pleasantly buzzed off Valentino’s saliva. It didn’t take long for the two to find themselves in bed together per usual. It didn’t take long for tongues and lips to move away from each other and towards other parts of the body. It didn’t take long for Vox to find himself moaning on top of Valentino, hands on his back, and spreading his cheeks as the moth demon watched himself disappear into Vox’s shuddering body.

 

Facing away from Val allowed the TV to fantasize about what he wanted, what he truly desired. Still his uncertainty didn’t allow for him to get lost in thoughts of Alastor. Every memory of passion and desire that he pulled up came with a warning. It was just an act. Alastor was playing his part, nothing was real. Nothing in Vox’s life was real.

 

The moth demon came quickly, seed trapped in the condom Vox had slipped onto him before he began his ride. He lifted himself up sweaty from exertion, body unsatisfied. Turning around he removed the condom and tossed it god knows where. “I’m still hard, Papi, you gonna take care of that?”

 

“Well aren’t you sassy today. Of course I’ll take care of that for you, amorcito. Lay down on your back for me.”

 

Vox arched up into Val’s mouth, looking away from the red eyes watching him. He threw his arm over his screen, not out of pleasure, though he hoped Val would interpret it that way, but so he could pull up his voice memos. He set his screen to record the memo, his other hand blindly reaching to push Val’s head  down onto his cock. He wanted the man busy so only Vox’s moans could be heard. He wanted Alastor to hear him…to want him.

 

The TV demon took in a shuddering breath, focusing on the sensations of the warm mouth around him. Listening to the wet slurping sounds as Val devoured him, knowing that those sounds would excite Alastor. Even if the sound quality of this memo wouldn’t be as clear as the others.

 

“Fuck…” He gasped out, letting himself imagine Alastor’s reaction to the recording. A small part of VOx hoped the radio demon would be a little jealous.

 

“Oh…yes…please…just like that.. Mhmm.” Vox played it up a bit, which seemed to encourage Valentino. 

 

Vox thought about Alastor listening to his moans. Would he be alone in his room? Would he get aroused? Would he touch himself? “Ah…don’t…nhgn…don’t stop…please..uh!”

 

Vox loved to watch the radio demon please himself. Early on in their deal Alastor had been more reserved, exclusively using his tentacle, and only occasionally touching himself. Hardly ever fucking Vox. The TV demon didn’t mind, seven years ago that had been part of the thrill. Part of the degradation, that he wasn’t good enough to fuck, that Alastor was so above him that he wasn’t worth his time. Now all he wanted was to know that Alastor was enjoying himself. That Vox was providing him with something he couldn’t get anywhere else. That he needed Vox just as badly as the TV demon needed him. It was a familiar path, a dangerous one. One he’d walked seven years ago, and was to stupid to avoid.

 

“Please!” The media overlord whined loudly, not pleading for Val, not even pleading for his own release, but begging to be noticed. Pleading to be cared for by Alastor. To be cherished and kept, just like a precious doll. 

 

“YES!”

 

**

 

A second lathering of soap was applied to already clean hands. Alastor scrubbed up his wrist as if trying to get rid of all evidence of his sin. It’s not like anyone would see the cum stains on his hands, but he felt them there, judging him. He was losing control and to his body of all things. He turned off the water frustration bubbling in his chest, teeth clenched in anger. Anger at Valentino, anger at Vox, anger at himself.

 

He hated himself for his body’s response to the noise on that damn voice memo. Hated how he listened to it a second time as he touched himself. Hated how he compared Vox’s moans to the ones he made when with him. Listening out for any difference. For any indication that his encounter wasn’t satisfying, was just as dull as all of the other sex acts Alastor had witnessed between the two. There weren’t any, Vox had moaned loudly and enthusiastically. He sounded so satisfied in the throws of passion with Valentino. Something Alastor could never give. Something so many of his ex lovers had asked of him. Spontaneity, desire, ravishing. Not a schedule, not a time slot carved out once a month. Not hours of planning and minutes of concentration and relaxation just to feel aroused. But real passion…real sexual desire.

 

Alastor just didn’t have it in him. He couldn’t muster it, and he hated how easy it was to sit alone and listen to Vox’s moans and get aroused. How touching himself felt no different from when Vox touched him.

 

 The radio demon could never give Vox the all consuming passionate sex he got from Valentino. Alastor would never walk in on Vox changing or in the shower and be consumed by lust. If Vox didn’t have another outlet he'd never be satisfied. Perhaps he fantasized about Alastor when with the moth demon, but that was just fantasy. That wasn’t reality. The TV demon had never come in contact with the disappointment of not being desired by a lover. Their deal shielded him from that truth. The truth that Alastor could never be enough.

 

Alastor hated that he even cared to be.

Chapter 7: AMSR Part : 2

 

Most people in hell believed lust was a purely sexual sin. That was incorrect as you can lust for power, and so much more. Lust was simply a strong desire to have something to the detriment of one’s own health, that desire did not need to be sexual. This was a concept foreign to Alastor and so he did not recognize how badly he was looking forward to his meeting with Vox. 

 

Instead the radio demon sat reading the newspaper, his crossed leg bouncing in agitation as he attempted not to check the time on his pocket watch. The Voxtech watch was similarly ignored as he’d gotten no new voice memos all day. Which he convinced himself was fine. It’s not like he looked forward to the crisp sounds, or the TV demon’s voice. It’s not like he’d relistened to the audio of Vox’s moans last night in anticipation of today’s meeting. It’s not like he’d strategized and thought about what he could do to the media overlord to elicit screams of pleasure from him. 

 

Alastor had nothing to prove, because he didn’t care. It didn’t matter if he wasn’t enough, because that had nothing to do with their deal.

 

“Bad news?” Husk asked from the bar. The radio demon looked back in confusion before realizing that he had wrinkled the edge of the newspaper with his tight grip. With a sigh he folded up the paper and set it aside

 

“No more than usual, it’s hell after all, Husker.”

 

“You ready to talk then? About whatever you’ve been sulking about for the past month?”

 

“Ha!” Alastor laughed loudly, defensively. “I do not sulk my dear man, that would imply something was out of my control and I was unhappy with its results.” A green glow appeared from his hand and chains materialized in his palm, luminous smoke trailing towards Husk threatening to circle around his neck. “And you and I both know I’m always in control.”

 

The winged cat flattened his ears with a growl but Alastor didn’t tug on his leash. Instead he dropped it before the collar even manifested. This seemed to stun Husk. Alastor just got up grabbing his cane and walked slowly towards the stairs.

 

“No matter how good the poker face, we all get dealt a bad hand, Al. Like you said it’s hell, but if you ever wanna look over your cards together we can.” Husk offered gruffly. The radio demon laughed the kind gesture away.

 

“I’ve seen you play before, Husker old pal, and I don’t believe I would benefit from your advice.” The radio demon made his way up to his tower, ignoring the anxiety nibbling at his mind. Usually he looked forward to Vox’s ingenuity when it came to filling prompts, but this time around he was nervous.

 

 This particular request had some strange hold on him which he hadn’t anticipated. Every other challenge he had set had led to entrainment, amusement, and an exchange of power. Alastor enjoyed power and control, but he wasn’t the one guiding the scene. He wasn’t the one sending voice memos, he wasn’t the one in control and regretted his request. He regretted being a part of Vox’s everyday life through sound. The rustling of clothes as he’d gotten dressed, the sound of his footsteps as he went to work. The ambiance of the bubbles from his aquarium. The clicking of his keyboard, the sound of him preparing a meal. The pleasurable hum and smacking of his lips as he ate. His ecstasy as he reached climax like the cadence of a song. For the entire month Alastor had listened to the music of Vox’s life, and he wanted an encore.  No he didn’t just want an encore he wanted to be part of the score. Another instrument in the symphony and worst of all he didn’t want anyone else making Vox sing.

 

Claws dug into red strands of hair as Alastor laughed. Laughed at himself for feeling this way, laughed at how absurd it all was. Because none of it was part of the deal, and all Alastor could offer was this deal. It’s why he’d turned Vox down seven years ago, he didn’t have more to give. He was a solo act…so why was he suddenly wanting a duet?

 

The spiraling thoughts of Alastor’s mind were interrupted by the familiar radio signal telling him Vox was ready. Sitting up he took a deep breath determined to put his mind at ease and enjoy whatever the TV demon had conjured up. Despite having no idea what to expect, and regretting his choice in prompt he trusted Vox. If at any time things became too much Alastor could put a stop to it with a single word and he knew Vox would respect that.

 

Alastor reappeared in Vox’s office, the small radio sitting on his desk, monitors lit up blue with a Voxtech logo moving about as a screensaver. Wires trailed from behind the screens all twisting together to connect to the back of Vox’s head. The TV demon was kneeling in front of the desk, with very little clothes on. In fact Alastor would hesitate to call the scraps of cloth on the TV demon’s body clothes. There was a shirt collar with a red bow tie but no actual shirt attached to it. The cuffs around his wrist also floated on bare skin not attached to anything. The black mesh thong left nothing to the imagination. His hands were out in front of him cupping a set of earbuds, like a waiter offering up a tasty treat. The radio demon noticed the blue and silver cufflinks on the strips of fabric around Vox’s wrists as he picked up the buds. The TV demon was completely unresponsive; instead on his screen was a large red button with the word ‘start’ written on it. Looking around curiously Alastor sat down in the desk chair. Next to the chair was a small table with lube and a box of tissues.

 

“Curious.” The radio demon muttered to himself, before maneuvering the earbuds into his ears. There was no sound, in fact it was eerily quiet once the earbuds were in, as if they were blocking any outside noises. Leaning forward Alastor tapped Vox’s screen and the start button lit up before going black. The media overlord remained kneeling but did not speak, simply lowered his hands to rest on his lap. He stayed still like a loyal pet at his master's heel and behind him all of the screens came to life.

 

Red eyes looked up and displayed on the screen were two duplicates of Vox. They looked exactly identical, the only difference being the color of the collars around their necks. One wore a light blue collar with the word ‘good boy’ written on it in silver and rhinestones, the other had a red collar with the words ‘slut’ emblazoned on it instead. The backdrop was simple and out of focus making the two duplicates the center of attention, but also drawing Alastor's eye down towards the strange device sitting in between the two of them. At first the radio demon thought it was a microphone, but on closer examination he second guessed his analysis. It was a black rectangle on a stand with two switches on it for power and bass control. Therefore it had to be some sort of audio recording device, but what threw Alastor off was the fact that there were two ear-like appendages attached to either side of the box. 

 

The two replicas held cocky grins as they looked at Alastor through the screen. “Hello, sir.” They said in unison, softly, almost like a whisper.

 

“We’ve been waiting for you.” The blue Vox said, as red ran his fingers over the other’s chest. Whatever microphone Vox was using even picked up the sound of skin friction.

 

“He’s been waiting. I’ve been wanting to get started.” The red collard Vox  breathed out desperately, hand giving a dark nipple a pinch. This drew a whimper that rang clearly through Alastor’s ears. 

 

“Ah!...Sorry, sir, we tried to be patient.” Blue breathed out along with a content sigh as red  leaned down to run his tongue over a perked nipple. The tip of a long blue tongue flicked wetly at the bud, the microphone picking up every sound, every breath. Alastor was enclosed in a sound box, the earbuds only allowing him to hear what was happening on screen, and oh , did he hear everything. Every hitch of breath, every lap of a tongue, every quivering sigh.

 

“Hmm…” red pulled away from the nipple he’d been torturing and leaned in towards one of the ears on the microphone, digital eyes looking at him though the screen. “You know it's just so hard for us to be patient.”

 

It was as if the Vox on screen had really whispered in his right ear. The fuzzy appendage flicked and a full body shiver shot through Alastor when the red collared duplicate ran his tongue over the prosthetic ear. Claws dug into the arm rest.

 

“You like that, sir?” Red whispered into his ear before laughing softly. Blue reached his hand over claws tapping rhythmically on the glass of his companion’s screen to get his attention.

 

“Don’t get distracted.” Blue whined when red turned back to him. 

 

“Oh, I’m sorry.” The red Vox cooed allowing himself to be pulled in close. The two Voxs started kissing, and though there was nothing particularly visually appealing about it, Alastor was oddly aroused. The kiss was deep, heads tilting to the side, hands caressing the edges of screens, necks and shoulders. The pads of fingers trailing down skin, surprised moans, and contented sighs. Wet smacking, tongues twining, the soft clicking of glass when the screens came close. The radio demon shifted in his seat, his mouth feeling suddenly dry.

 

The red Vox pulled away with a moan, ending their kiss much to the blue one’s displeasure. “No…come back.” Two fingers were pressed into the whining mouth and blue Vox sucked eagerly. They both looked at Alastor, who felt oddly exposed. 

 

“Should we put his mouth to good use, sir?” The red one asked as blue bobbed his head sucking obscenely on clawed fingers. Two sets of digital eyes look down pointedly at the radio demon’s crotch. He couldn't deny that he was aroused by whatever this was. The audio was so crisp and Vox knew exactly what sounds to make. Having two of them just sped things up. There was a focus on him that Alastor was starting to feel uncomfortable with, though. 

 

This didn’t go unnoticed by the two Vox’s on screen. They glanced between each other and Alastor looked away. It would be hard to explain to Vox what he was feeling, what was making him uneasy. His eyes were drawn back when the physical screen of the Vox in front of him lit up. Displayed were two options :

 

Blow job

 

Keep kissing 

Perhaps to anyone else it would be an easy choice but Alastor found it hard to decide. There was apprehension in the pit of the radio demon’s stomach, as his hand hovered near the kissing button. He didn’t know why he found the two images of Vox kissing so appealing. The sounds of course were pleasant…but something about the soft caresses, the lingering touches, the quiet sighs. He wanted more of that, so his finger made the choice, red eyes eagerly looking up not wanting to miss a thing.

 

“Aw, feeling sentimental tonight, sir?” Red teased.

 

“I think it’s sweet, besides…” blue leaned down towards the left side of the mic. “I like kissing.”

 

“Well maybe we can do more than just kiss.” Red pulled blue closer, hand trailing down his chest. “We can add some heavy petting.”

 

Red’s hand groped down off screen, but the gasp blue let out made it obvious what he was doing. Though Alastor was enjoying the sounds the pair was making he didn’t feel quite comfortable being a spectator like this. Being the objectified in this way. He had no problem treating Vox like a doll, like a sex toy when he could see the pleasure the TV demon got from it. But this…this was distant, a performance Alastor wasn’t truly a part of. Here everything was being done for his pleasure and he was uncomfortable with being the center of attention. Uncomfortable with the expectation that he should feel arousal, that he should seek his own sexual pleasure over that of Vox’s. That wasn’t what the radio demon wanted out of this deal.

 

Looking down at Vox’s physical body Alastor could tell he was only half hard. It was the first time the radio demon was more aroused than his counterpart. Deciding to take charge of the scene Alastor used the tip of his shoe to tilt Vox’s blank screen up. The two replicas seemed to notice the shift in attention. The toe of a well polished dress shoe dragged down Vox’s throat before Alastor shoved his shoulder with a gentle kick, trying to get his attention.

 

“I admire your creativity, dear, but…” the radio demon trailed off pulling the earbuds out and  leaning back ; hands folding in front of his face in contemplation. It took a second but Vox’s face appeared on his body’s screen, the replicas frozen in the background.

 

“But?” There was a tinge of worry in the overlords voice. Cyan eyes darted down to Alastor’s crotch as if to find reassurance in the tented erection. Reassurance he's done a good job.

 

“I, unlike you, my hedonistic little cumdump, don’t enjoy being a passive spectator.” The insult had an immediate effect on the TV demon as the beautiful sound of his fan kicking on graced furry ears. Alastor rested his calf on Vox’s shoulder like he was a foot rest.

 

“Besides.” The radio demon said with a flip of his wrist, and sent out a wave of audio. A familiar audio he had tortured himself with for two days. It was obvious when the TV demon received the signal of his own moans as his eyes grew wide. “You’ve had the gall to tease me all month with these little snippets.”

 

In a flash Alastor lunged forward grabbing at Vox’s neck. The TV demon gasped but Alastor’s hold was precise, not there to cause pain but just to assert his dominance. His grin creeped wider across his face, a thumb coming up to caress against the hot screen. “Did you really think you could send me that audio of you getting sucked off like some needy little slut and not be punished for it.”

 

“No, sir, I wasn’t—“

 

“You weren’t what? Thinking? I’m not surprised.” Alastor let go and gestured to all the screens in front of him. “All you do all day is stare at these screens, frying any brain cells you could possibly have left.”

 

Vox bit his lip stifling a whimper. Cyan eyes held defiance though looking pointedly at the hard on Alastor was still sporting. “You didn’t seem to mind staring at those screens just a few minutes ago, sir.”

 

This Alastor loved. The sound of Vox’s voice full of emotion, be it arrogance or pleasure. The power exchange the challenge. Earning those moans, those screams that begging. Red tipped claws came up to grab the sides of Vox’s screen pulling him in close. “If I wanted to look at a screen, my dear little picture box, I would just use you.”

 

The TV demon’s antenna sparked and Alastor already had a broadcast for him. The radio demon laughed when the image of himself masturbating to the audio Vox had sent played on the screen. He didn’t feel any shame from sharing this image, not when it led to Vox becoming fully aroused. He could hear the fans buzzing the vibration tickling his fingers as he continued to hold Vox’s screen in place. Heat radiated off the screen as the image continued to play, even the sound was being broadcasted by the TV demon. Alastor couldn’t help but laugh delighted by the control he had. Then promptly shoved the TV away from him and ended his broadcast. 

 

“Take off that ridiculous outfit. It barely covers anything anyway. I don’t need visual temptation, since I don’t find your body tempting at all. It would be much more practical for a whore like you to simply be nude.” Expressing his lack of physical pull towards Vox was liberating, even if it was guised under the pretense of degradation. Watching the demon shudder with pleasure at the harsh words excited Alastor. In this way he was taking his power back. Using the very thing previous partner saw as a flaw and disappointment to arouse and excite Vox. It was heady, and the radio demon found himself wanting to indulge, not just Vox, but his own senses.

 

 He wanted to make the other overlord scream.

 

“Lay across my lap.” The radio demon ordered once Vox had removed the small amount of clothing he’d had on. “You need to be reminded who’s in charge.”

 

“I was filling the prompt.” Vox argued.

 

“Outside of the bounds of the deal, you have harassed me all month, and to what end? Were you attempting to get a rise out of me? Well, you’ve succeeded, now come here.” Alastor said sternly, nails tapping with impatience on the arm rest. The TV demon gingerly draped himself across Alastor’s fully clothed lap. There was a sigh and a bit of wiggling as his erection pressed uncomfortably against Alastor’s thigh. When the movement caused  Vox to brush against the other’s arousal he let out a groan. Red tipped claws caressed the back of Vox’s head where several wires still clung to his ports. The gentle touch relaxed the TV demon, and he moved his hips against a strong thigh. 

 

“Fuck, we’re both keyed up, why can’t you just fuck me instead?” A sudden jerk yanked one of the cables out of a port and Vox flinched with a gasp. Quickly shaping the cable into a loop Alastor lashed out with a harsh blow, jolting Vox forward. 

 

“SHIT!”

 

The sharp smacking sound of the cable hitting skin was like music to Alastor’s ears, and he hummed with pleasure. He brought the cable down again, just to listen to that sound once more and to hear Vox cry out sweetly.

 

“Are you telling me what to do?” Alastor asked with another smack.

 

“N-no, sir!” Blue tipped claws scrambled to find purchase as another blow jolted Vox’s body forward. One hand grasped onto the arm rest and the other held tightly to Alastor’s pant leg. The TV demon’s dark skin was already darkening with the abuse, so the redhead moved down to lash at bare thighs. 

 

“Fuuuck.” Vox moaned shuddering as another blow hit him across the thighs and grazed against a more sensitive area. The radio demon chuckled and denied Vox the twisted pleasure he was deriving from the spanking by moving back up to firm buttocks. The TV demon groaned, hand tightening its grip, and ass lifting up as if begging for more attention. The mark on Vox’s backside darkened even more, flushed and warm. Alastor’s free hand went to rub the sore spot, which was hot to the touch and he was rewarded with a soft whimper.

 

“What sweet sounds you make for me, my dear.” A light tap was given with his hand before it was removed. “Are you ready to be a good boy for me now?”

 

“Yes, sir.” Vox sighed out.

 

“Wonderful! Now, sit up properly in my lap, dear, and face me.” With much effort Vox rearranged himself to straddle Alastor’s lap. It was a tight fit in the chair, but they managed it, with Vox’s knees resting on the piece of furniture, leaking erection pressed close to the radio demon’s own. Red tipped claws kneaded at sore mounds, and Vox wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck with a sigh. To the TV demon’s surprise the redhead leaned up for a kiss. Taking advantage of catching vox off guard Alastor slipped his tongue into the static warmth of the other demon's mouth.

 

“Mhmm.” Vox melted against the kiss, fingers hesitantly moving up into strands of red hair. The media overlord sucked on the probing tongue. Messy wet sounds echoed through the room, as they deepened the kiss. Alastor’s teeth click against glass as two mouths attempt to figure out how they best fit together. It was rather thrilling, having the TV demon in his lap, bodies pressing against eachother, creating their own symphony of sighs, moans, and smacking sounds as they devoured one another. Alastor reached between them, unzipping his pants as they continued to kiss. This elicited excited moans from Vox you started panting between kisses.

 

“Yes…please…mhmm…fuck me.” The TV demon begged. Breathing hotly against Alastor’s lips, tongue desperate and uncoordinated as he tried to find the other demon’s mouth again. Once free Alastor wrapped his hand around both of their cocks giving a gentle stroke. “Fuck!”

 

“I’m not going to fuck you.” He whispered. “You are going to ride me and this time, you better not get tired. After all why should I do all the work, when you’e the greedy little slut that wants to get fucked all the time?”

 

“Oh…yes…yes, sir.” 

 

Alastor reached for the lube on the side table,  holding Vox near for a moment as he scooted the chair closer to the TV Demons desk. “Lay back on your desk so I can get you ready.”

 

 With a glance over his shoulder Vox maneuvered onto his desk avoiding any buttons that might trigger something. He was panting with anticipation, having already waited so long. Ass half hanging off the edge of the desk, Vox spread his legs, placing a foot on either side of the arm rest. The cables still attached to the back of his head draped over the wood connecting to the screens that now have gone black.

 

Slipping in a well lubed finger with ease Alastor smiled up at the squirming TV demon. “So quick to relax, and eager to be filled.'' The preparation was mostly to torture the eager overlord more, who let out delicious little whimpers. “Aren’t you even the slightest bit ashamed? So desperate that the moment anything comes towards you slutty little hole your body eagerly accepts it.”

 

“Ah!” A curled finger brushed against Vox’s prostate.

 

“I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.” Alastor commanded pressing against the sensitive bumble of nerves again, making slender legs shake.

 

“No…no, sir…I ah I'm not ashamed.”

 

Alastor grinned wide with a lifted eyebrow. “Really? Is that why you’ll let just anyone fuck you when I’m not around? Because you have no shame?”

 

“No…no…I…oh..fuck..I need you. Please…I fucking want you…so bad.”

 

Alastor leaned back. “Well then come get what you so desperately need.”

 

The TV demon didn’t need to be told twice, planting his feet in the small space between Alastor’s hips and the arm rest he crawled back into Alastor’s lap. Bracing his hands on the edge of his desk he hovered over his prize looking at Alastor for approval. The radio demon guided his hips, holding himself at the base so Vox could slowly sink down.

 

“Ooo…yes.” He moaned, throwing his head back, arms shaking as he supported himself until he was fully seated. 

 

“Ngnn.” Alastor bit out, hands coming up to hold on to Vox’s side. Vox rolled his hips experimentally and the radio demon gasped as he shifted inside of Vox’s tight body. Another roll and Alastor pulled the TV demon into his lap properly, arms wrapped around his torso. Vox’s arms wrapped around his shoulders in return.

 

“You feels so good.” Vox sobbed and he used his feet to lift himself up a bit just to sink back down. Muscles clenched around Alastor arms holding tight  for leverage.

 

“So…tight…for such a well used whore.”

 

“Oh, fuck.” Sparks flew between Vox’s antenna. He continued to lift himself up, and Alastor’s hands trailed down to hold on to his ass.

 

“Do you…think you’ll be able to manage to make me cum this time around, mhmm? With out getting tired and forcing me..t-to take over fucking you?” The sound of their skin slapping together and Vox’s panting was sending shivers up Alastor’s spine.

 

“Oh…ah…yes…fuck yes…I want to…I can…uh.” Vox’s arms tightened around Alastor’s neck, snaking up to grapes at red locks of hair. Vox continued to move chasing his own pleasure, digital hearts replaced his pupils and electricity skittered over his body. Alastor could feel the occasional jolt when a stray bolt reached the end of the TV demon’s spin and licked at his fingers. A bit of drool was collected at the corner of his screen as he continued to pant and moan. 

 

“Look at you already a blithering mess only a few minutes into having a cock up your ass.” As if to emphasize his point Alastor sent out a radio wave with the image, and Vox moaned before flipping through channels attempting to display the image, but Alastor ended the broadcast before he could. “No, I don't need to see you being a slut twice over. I’m well acquainted with your neediness. Besides you can barely keep your rhythm let alone display anything, absolutely pathetic. Drooling like some mindless idiot.”

 

“Ah…Al…fuck.” Vox was having a difficult time lifting himself up completely so he opted to roll his hips instead, moving his hand back down the hold onto Alastor’s shoulder so he could lean back a bit and move properly. He sobbed in pleaser, cyan eyes looking into red.

 

“Come now, you said you wouldn't get t-tired…Up.”  Alastor commanded with a tap to Vox’s ass. 

 

“Hhnn…Oh…ah!”  Vox leaned in again, glass resting against a sweaty forehead as he shakily lifted himself just an inch before impaling himself again. Mercifully Alastor’s hands moved up to Vox’s side helping him lift up. “Thank you…fuck thank you…sir…so, so good!”

 

Alastor leaned up for another kiss and Vox returned it with hunger. The moan vibrated against the radio demon’s lips and their tongues met again. The sound of mouths coming together and tongues sliding against each other added to the radio demon’s enjoyment. He’d never thought he’d like kissing this much. They’d done it once before during the househusband prompt, but this felt different. It still had that strange desperate feeling that Alastor enjoy on Vox’s part, but he’d be lying if he said this time around he was unaffected. The redhead felt like he couldn't get enough. No matter how deep the kiss, no matter how willingly Vox submitted to his probing tongue, it just wasn't enough.

 

They’re lips parted with an electric pop and Vox gasped, breathing heavily, holding on to broad shoulders for dear life. Vox continued to bounce in the Radio demon’s lap. “Fuck! Al! Unhook me!”

 

Vox’s legs kept shaking as he pulled himself up, before sitting back down, the friction sending static shivers through Alastor. Instead of reaching for the cords the redhead just wrapped one hand around Vox’s weeping dick.

 

“Now…why would I do that dear?”

 

“Aha…fuck… I’m—I’ll blow the fucking grid Al! Unhook mmm-me!”

 

Alastor leaned forward tongue running over Vox’s exposed neck before stretching up for yet another kiss, hand increasing its pace.

 

“Nhm…” Vox turned his screen but quickly gave in to the sloppy kiss, drooling in pleasure as he moaned against Alastor’s lip. “Blackout! Al! I…blackout!”

 

“Good, let the whole city be in the dark while you ride me to completion.”

 

“God damn! Yes, fuck yes!” Vox’s hips rolled frantically, his arousal obviously spiked by Alastor’s words. The TV demon’s body felt hot to the touch, fans buzzing and systems overclocking.

 

“Let them wonder about what got you so worked up that you caused another city wide power failure.” Alastor slid down the chair a bit, planting his feet on the ground as Vox’s movements became less coordinated. “T-They’ll have no..ah…idea it’s the same reason you blew last time…Me.”

 

He fucked up into the media overlord as best he could with his restricted position. Vox Leaned in, wrapping his arms around Alastor’s neck even tighter. The redhead nuzzled into Vox’s screen, static pricking his nose as he let out a soft hum. He wanted confirmation, he wanted to hear that Vox enjoyed being with him. That Alastor could fuck him like no one else. That this once a month deal was more than enough, that Alastor was enough. “I…always get you so-oh…worked up, don’t I dear?”

 

Vox actually sobbed, hips moving with desperation. Alastor’s trapped hand was still stroking the TV’s weeping erection. “Huh, yes. Yes!”

 

 Furry ears flicked down drinking in the panting sounds of Vox’s building pleasure. “Al…oh… fuck.. yes please, please sir…fuck… please!” Vox clenched around him and Alastor moaned, silencing himself with a bite to Vox’s shoulder.

 

 “AL!”

 

A loud pop echoed through the room followed by sparks spattering from cords and screens like fireworks. Alastor’s hips kept going, pushing into the tense body above him. Electricity tickled his skin and Vox convulsed above him. The first strip of cum hit Alastor’s shirt as the whole room descended into darkness.

 

“Uh…” he gasped out, bloody teeth letting go of blue flesh. The TV demon felt so good around him, every twitch and spasm adding to Alastor’s pleasure. Every stuttering sound, and glitching audio fueling his ego. He leaned his head back against the chair, getting a good view of the test strips and error messages flashing on Vox’s screen. There was something inhuman in the way the TV demon’s body twitched, jerking in ways that were arousing as the system failures continued to announce themselves on his screen. Despite it all, some sort of primal instinct kept the demon’s hips moving, and red tipped fingers encouraged another few strips of cum.

 

 Red eyes closed, ears pinned back as Alastor spilled into Vox’s tight body, just a few seconds later, with a sigh. “Vox…”

 

The TV demon went completely limp, tipping backwards. Alastor had to catch him lest he fall out of his lap. Pulling the rebooting body close Alastor took the time to catch his breath. There was not a single source of light in the room, other than the soft bioluminescent glow coming from the sharks circling in their tank. Luckily Alastor was used to the darkness of shadows. He groped for the cables and unhooked the TV, before slowly pulling out. It was sticky and uncomfortable. Cum clinging to fabric and skin, dripping own bare thighs mixing with sweat. 

 

The radio demon actually stumbled as he attempted to get up with Vox in his arms. The demon wasn’t any heavier than usual but somehow Alastor felt too weak to support him. Instead he just slumped back down into the chair head resting against the headrest, hand stroking absentmindedly at Vox’s back.

 

“VOX!” There came a loud bang on the office door. “Did you do this? Are you in there?”

 

It was Valentino. Alastor’s teeth gritted together, his smile twitching with annoyance and anger. He held on tightly to the form still resting in his lap. Peeking down he saw the loading bar blink on the screen with a soft light. Vox would wake up soon, and Alastor didn’t want the demon to wake up to the incessant howling of that idiot he called a business partner. His hand came up to cup the back of Vox’s head. He always made sure the other woke and was relatively alright after their session. Besides he had to get the next prompt, he couldn’t just leave. Vox would be disoriented if he woke up to Valentino’s screaming and Alastor nowhere to be found.

 

“Why the hell is the power out!? Vox! You better not be unconscious or something.” There was some muttering that Alastor couldn’t make out and the rattling of the door as the lock was forced. 

 

The radio demon’s shadow stretched up with a grin before its black arms reached out for him and Vox, enveloping them both. Alastor had to concentrate not to lose his hold on the other overlord, having never traveled with another person before. He couldn’t quite merge with his shadow while he was holding on to Vox which made moving though the aether rather difficult. He prayed that Vox wouldn't wake, as the shadow realm was filled with horrors that Alastor had grown used to, but would definitely startle his companion. Hollow faces, warped bodies, stitches holding the fabric of time and space together, all danced around Alastor as he moved towards his room at the hotel. His hand pushed Vox’s face into his chest, shielding the shadows from the dull light coming from the screen as the TV demon rebooted.

 

“Al?” Just as Vox woke Alastor landed on his bed, bouncing a bit as they were unceremoniously dumped into it by his shadow doppelganger. The lights were, of course, on at the hotel. Since they weren’t connected to the main city grid. The radio demon let his hand drop, and Vox pushed up looking down at him in confusion. “Where the fuck are we? What happened?”

 

“You blew the grid, dear, as you predicted.” Alastor was tired and rubbed at his forehead,  becoming aware again of how filthy he was when Vox peeled himself off and rolled onto the bed.

 

“Ok, but why are we….” Vox sat up looking around. “Is this your room?”

Chapter 8: Intermission

Most everyone in the hotel assumed Alastor never slept. That the radio demon spent his nights haunting the halls of the hotel and never got tired. This wasn’t entirely true. While the redhead didn’t need a lot of sleep and often stayed awake into the wee hours of the night, he, like everyone else, did need rest. Currently Alastor was too exhausted to move so he just turned his head to watch Vox as the other demon sat up and took in his surroundings. It was odd having the other overlord in his room, but even stranger to see him sitting on his bed completely nude and in awe.

 

“It was either come here, or get caught by your moronic business partner. I figured you wanted our liaisons to remain secret.” Alastor explained.

 

“Fuck Val almost caught us?” Vox’s screen literally drained of all color leaving his face a grainy black and white.

 

“Yes, he was yelling about the inconvenience of the power outage and how you better not be unconscious. Heaven forbid he’d actually have to deal with a crisis on his own. I don’t see how he gets anything done, but then I suppose it’s easier to boss around desperate souls than actually be in charge of anything. I’m sure Vtower must have a generator, or there was some action he could have taken without crying to you.”

 

“It does and Velvette knows how to turn it on.” Vox sighed. “There should have been nothing lost in the surge. I have too many backups set on all their devices for that. Val was probably just worried about me.”

 

Alastor let out a scoff. “What an odd way to show concern, yelling like a mad man and breaking down doors.”

 

Vox didn’t respond, just rubbed at the back of his neck and continued to look around the room. “Is that a forest?”

 

“A bayou, not a forest.” Alastor corrected sliding off the bed. “You should take a shower and I could use some cleaning up myself.”

 

“Honestly, I don’t think I could stand long enough to get myself clean.” Vox said with a sheepish smile. “You really put me to work, sir.”

 

Hearing the honorific outside of their play sent a little tingle up Alastor’s neck, activating something inside him. The TV demon needed help and Alastor felt it was his duty to provide assistance. “I’ll run you a bath, just a moment.”

 

Alastor sequestered himself in the bathroom letting the hot water run to fill up the tub as he cleaned himself up in the sink. It was a quick sponge bath just so he wouldn’t feel sticky any longer, and by the time he was done the tub was half full. He redressed and added a bit of bath salts and turned the tap cold so the temperature would even out.

 

Once the bath was ready he went to retrieve Vox. The demon wasn’t lying about his exhaustion as he hadn’t moved from his spot on the bed, despite curious eyes looking all over the room. The only reason why the voyeuristic TV demon wasn’t snooping around must be because he truly didn’t have the strength to.

 

“Will you be needing assistance getting into the bath?” Alastor asked, taking a step closer and reaching out a hand.

 

“Yeah, thanks.” Vox muttered and Alastor could have sworn he saw pink pixels appear on screen. His attention was drawn away though when the TV demon promptly crumbled to the ground alarms alerting to a failure in mechanical movement. The redhead scooped Vox up with a grunt. 

 

“Fuck sorry, guess my legs aren’t quite back online.” The media overload chuckled nervously, eyes darting everywhere to avoid Alastor’s gaze.

 

“It’s fine, but your body weight would be more even if you wrapped your arms around my neck.” Alastor instructed, bouncing Box in his arms as his grip was slipping. 

 

“Oh…yeah.” Lanky blue limbs wrapped around Alastor’s neck and it was hard not to notice cyan eyes staring. Red ones looked resolutely ahead as the radio demon made his way into the bathroom.

 

Alastor settled Vox into the bathtub as carefully as possible, getting his shirt sleeves wet in the process. Reaching over he handed Vox soap and a wash cloth before turning to leave. A tug at his pant leg stopped him. “Stay…please “

 

“I..” Alastor hesitated before reaching inside of himself and letting his smile turn judgmental. “You must be capable of washing yourself, surely.”

 

Vox wasn’t deterred by the hash words. “I am but I think you should stay, you look tired.”

 

The radio demon went rigid at the words staring down at Vox who looked up at him with a lopsided smile. It held its own weariness and so feeling they were on equal footing Alastor sat down on the closed toilet seat. He rested his head in his hands and started to laugh. The adrenaline from the scene, from the encounter with Valentino drained him. With Vox now safely in the tub, cleaning himself Alastor was left with no distraction and the laughter just started to build.

 

“We’ve been doing this wrong.” Vox sighed out and the radio demon composed himself. His smile confused wobbly line as he looked at the other. “I thought you were ok. I mean aftercare isn’t really something we do, and I thought that would only affect me so I didn’t think of bringing it up.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Alastor was thoroughly confused. “I ensure your dignity after every scene. I check you over for any severe injuries and we make sure we enjoyed what happened before providing the next prompt. Is that not enough?” The radio demon growled in frustration, hands clenching in his hair. Was he falling short? Unaware of his failing yet again, making Vox just another dissatisfied partner? Why was nothing he did ever good enough?

 

A blue tipped claw reached out to rest on Alastor’s knee and he flinched before it drew away. “Sorry.” 

 

There was a moment of silence before Vox spoke again. “It’s enough for me, about the same as what I usually get with Val. What I meant was you need it too. I thought… look after care is more than just making sure your partner is physically ok. It’s emotional.”

 

Alastor glared at the TV demon, but the other overlord didn’t back down. “We’ve done this before Vox—“

 

“No, not in that way. Our roleplays can get intense, we become actors embodying a character, don’t you think we need to come down from that? Unmask and be real?”

 

“I know who I am!” The words ripped out of Alastor’s throat like a shield coming up to deflect any self doubt.

 

Vox gave him an appeasing smile. Calm and suave as he wet the washcloth in his hand. “Yeah, you’re the radio demon. You like power and control, but as someone who’s in control of a whole fucking company I know how heavy that burden can be.”

 

“I am not a submissive!” Alastor snapped, making sure to nip any role reversal in the bud. Alastor had dealt with subjection his whole human life, scrapping for respect and smiling to hide his annoyances. Killing was the one time he felt like he was respected, fear was the great equalizer, and he had brought that philosophy to hell with him. He enjoyed the power he had gathered in hell, enjoyed the power he had over Vox, and he didn’t want to give it up. It wasn’t a burden, it was him finally getting his dues, despite everything. It was the whole basis of their deal, the radio demon was given control and in return he gave Vox pleasure. A structured exchange, where he didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t. 

 

“I’m not saying you are!” Vox’s frustration was clear, but he quickly reined his emotions in. “I’m just saying you can lean on me. My job as your sub is to make sure you feel confident, just like your job is to make me feel safe. So what can I do to make you feel self assured? Because you look burnt out right now.”

 

Alastor said nothing, just folded his hands in front of him and averted his eyes. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel exhausted. This prompt had him on edge all month and when he finally got his hands on Vox he lost it. Lost himself in drawing out moans and screams. It was eerily similar to what he had felt like drawing out the screams of other overlords as he tortured them over the air waves. Alastor had enjoyed Vox’s flinch of pain as his cord was yanked free from its port and used to whip him. Adored the way Vox’s body had contorted in overwhelming pleasure as his systems failed, body shutting down. It was sick and though he was used to getting pleasure from others suffering, something about this was different. The sexual component made it different and foreign, leaving Alastor at his wits end. He didn’t know what to do with this feeling. He didn’t know why, tonight of all night he wanted to devour Vox and how that had translated into kissing rather than eating the demon alive.

 

“I’m sorry if it felt like I was taking over the scene. Tell me what you didn’t like about it.” Vox said in a business like manner, leg popping up to hang over the side of the tub as a hand went about cleaning submerged parts.

 

“You want criticism?” Alastor lifted an eyebrow. Vox lather up the washcloth with soap.

 

“You can only improve if you are open to constructive criticism.” A wide grin beamed at Alastor and the radio demon’s shoulders relaxed.

 

“The idea was fine, but the execution wasn’t to my taste.” The redhead said honestly. Leaning back against the toilet he took the time to gather his thoughts. “I… I didn't mind getting the voice memos. I enjoyed that most of them weren’t even sexual. It was the distant sexuality of the scene itself that I didn’t enjoy. The feeling that you were an object for my pleasure.”

 

“But I thought you liked that. You loved the doll prompt!” Vox sat up in the tube causing water to splash over the edge.

 

“I enjoyed treating you as a nonsexual object…Or rather when I did start  treating you as a sexual object it was to…prioritize your pleasure over mine.”

 

“Really?”

 

“You know that I don’t particularly need sexual gratification from you, Vox. So sitting there watching you, it was odd. I was just watching, and I wasn’t in control of what was happening to you. I wasn’t in contact with your pleasure. You have to bring the sexual energy. I feed off that.”

 

“Like a closed circuit…” Vox mused, rinsing out his washcloth “I provide the electricity and you feed it back to me in an endless loop. As long as I’m charged you’re charged, but the wires have to connect.”

 

Alastor was surprised at how nonchalantly Vox spoke, as if Alastor’s lack of desire wasn’t an issue. As if it wasn’t something that had ruined countless relationships for him. “What about you, is there… more you want?”

 

“I fucking love everything you do to me, no complaints there but.. this is nice. Talking after…I...I also liked all the kissing we did tonight.”

 

“Noted.” Alastor said dryly not wanting to admit he had also liked it. “I’ll get you some clothes to change into.”

 

**

 

“Thanks.” 

 

Vox watched Alastor leave the bathroom, not sure how to feel about their exchange. Being in the radio demon’s arms had been so different from the time Val had carried him to the shower. He wasn’t some broken piece of merchandise that Alastor was done playing with. He was someone who needed caring for, and Alastor had provided it. In this moment of weakness Alastor allowed Vox to hold on to his dignity, and the media overlord appreciated that. He never thought of himself as weak just because he was submissive in this way and unlike Valentino, Alastor seemed to honor that submission. Also hearing that his pleasure was important to Alastor was exhilarating. But when emotions were brought up…They had done that before, gotten too close, and then everything fell apart. 

 

Emotions weren’t worth the risk this time around. Vox didn’t want to lose what they had. The sex was too good…the attention too precious. If this was the only way he could have Alastor in his life then he would take it. He wouldn’t risk their friendship again, just because he still wanted Alastor…still loved him. Once a month no strings attached, that was all that was being offered and Vox was lucky to have it. Clawed fingers came up to touch digital lips as Vox remembered all those kisses they shared. The truth was that the media overlord had never stopped loving Alastor and that became painfully clear during the househusband prompt. He had just used rage, and competitiveness to cover up the feeling. His love had been an ember that had never died, even seven years later, and those kisses fanned the flames with hope. Vox should know better. Go back to fucking Valentino as a distraction and forget about this obsession he had for the radio demon.

 

Cyan eyes looked at the closed bathroom door. Nothing they did meant anything to Alastor. Every kind act was a duty to him. Every kiss entertaining. How many times did Vox have to be reminded that Alastor had no love to give before his heart would get the memo? But his pleasure was important to Alastor, the demon had admitted to that. How would the other overlord react if Vox told him his greatest pleasure would be to belong to Alastor completely? Not just once a month but every day.

 

The TV demon wasn’t alone with his musings for long as Alastor returned with a pair of folded red pants and a white shirt. 

 

“You should get out before you prune.” A large fluffy red towel was held out for him. “Do you think you can get out without assistance?”

 

Vox massaged his calves and nodded. “I think so.” 

 

Standing up slowly he stepped out of the tub and was promptly enveloped into the towel. It was soft and smelled like Alastor, he tugged it closer around himself.

 

“I’ll leave you to get dressed.” Alastor said softly, his ever present smile giving Vox no hint to the demon’s feelings. The door shut with a soft click, and the TV demon pulled on the clothes laid out for him. It felt good putting on something Alastor had picked out again. Wearing the other demon’s clothes highlighted their differences and the things Vox admired about the redhead. The shirt was a bit tight around Vox’s shoulders, as Alastor’s while broad weren’t as broad as his own. The pants, while the perfect length, were a little loose and hung low on Vox’s hips due to the fact that he didn’t fill them out as well in the back as Alastor did. The man’s ability to fuck Vox sensless didn’t come from stamana alone, there were muscles to backing it up. He wondered for a moment what Alastor had looked like as a human. In what ways his body was similar to the man he had been and in what ways it had changed. Vox himself was much thinner as a demon, though he’d always had a rather flat ass, so he couldn’t blame hell for that. Vox had theorized long ago that his thinness was part of his punishment, representing a hunger for power that was never satisfied. Vox always wanted, always desired. Alastor wasn’t internally wrong when he called him a slut. He loved getting fucked and getting fucked often, and even that had become unsatisfactory. Vox found his appetite only ever satisfied with Alastor, and wasn’t it cruel that those meals were so sparse. It seemed that Vox was eternally damned to never truly get what he wanted, and to always be chasing…to always be left hungry.

 

Vox stepped out of the bathroom to find Alastor sitting by the green glowing fireplace staring into the void there. A red ear flicked towards him before the radio demon turned his head. With a snap of his fingers, suspenders appeared over Vox’s shoulders and hiked up the pants so they sat more properly around his waist rather than sagging at the hips. It was odd feeling Alastor’s magic, and he snapped the suspenders just to make sure they were real.

 

“Sit.” The redhead gestured towards the other chair and Vox gingerly sat down. “What is your prompt, dear?”

 

The TV demon had completely forgotten about giving his prompt. In fact he found himself unprepared. “Uh…”

 

“Are you running out of ideas? You’ve been struggling recently, surely that depraved mind of yours has some dirty little desire it would like fulfilled.”

 

Cyan eyes glanced over at the bayou , fireflies glowing and flitting about, before returning their gaze to the predatory smile on Alastor’s face. “Hunt me.”

 

“Pardon?” The radio demon tilted his head.

 

Blue tipped claws pointed at the wilderness beyond Alastor’s chair. “Right in there, give me a head start and then come for me.” Vox shuddered at the thought. “Hunt me like an animal.”

 

“Ha!” The laugh held genuine delight. “You are asking a cannibalistic killer to hunt you? Vox, have you really thought this through?”

 

“Fuck, yeah. Unless you don’t think you can catch me.” Bright teeth flashed in a cocky smile.

 

“Oh, I’m confident I can catch you, and when I do, then what, hmm? Do you expect me to fuck you? To reward you for your failure to escape?” Another laugh.

 

“Feast prompt rules, do anything you like within those bounds, if you catch me.”

 

The radio demon’s eyes glowed antlers cracking as they grew. “Oh, this will be fun.”

 

**

The thought of hunting Vox was unexpectedly thrilling! The radio demon hadn’t had the opportunity to really hunt since his days of broadcasting screams. Really he’d been on his best behavior since joining Charlie in her endeavor. The opportunity to stretch these particular muscles was beyond entertaining, it was divine! Plus, permission to take a bite of his prey once he’d been caught. A shudder ran down Alastor’s spine.

 

Vox would make for a cunning target too. Frankly, Alastor couldn’t imagine what the TV demon would be getting out of this prompt; it seemed more inline with Alastor’s inclination than his own. Red eyes studies the lithe form sitting across from him. There was a smile displayed confidently on the TV screen. Vox seemed pleased with himself and his prompt, so Alastor wouldn’t question it. If during the next meet up it became too much Vox could always tap out, or they could talk about it after…since apparently this was a thing they were doing now.

 

The radio demon had to admit he did feel a bit more at ease now and oddly enough it was comforting to have Vox request such a violent prompt. It gave the redhead reassurance that the other overlord did enjoy a bit of pain. That even if his body was exhausted and weak at the moment, he hadn’t minded Alastor’s cruel treatment. That the soreness would be cherished rather than regretted. The last few prompts Vox had given had been so tender…roleplaying domesticity and playing at being a doll all had emphasized care rather than pain. Even though in the end Alastor had pushed Vox to his limit by forcing multiple orgasms from him, and fucking his face harshly, it had started to feel like perhaps the TV demon was attempting to steer things towards a different route. It’s why Alastor had become so defensive both tonight and while playing househusband. Why he emphasized his disinterest in submission. 

 

Red eyes looked up to meet cyan ones. He wanted to cause Vox pain. If he was honest it wasn’t just about the control, it was about agony. He wanted to hurt the TV demon so badly but at the same time he was starting to fear breaking him. Alastor found himself unwilling to hurt Vox in the same way he had seven years ago. Hurt his body? Yes, but his heart? Oddly enough the thought made him nauseous. He didn’t want to hurt Vox again but he saw no way around it, he could never satisfy him. Alastor had never and could never be enough to satisfy anyone’s sexual or romantic desires. He’d learned his lesson and he’d stopped caring about genuine relationships long ago. The radio demon just hoped that this time around Vox had learned his lesson too and wouldn’t seek anything from Alastor that he was incapable of giving. 

 

“I should be getting back.” Vox said reluctantly.

 

“I suppose, yes.” Why did Alastor want him to stay? He shoved that feeling aside, brushing it off as simple worry that if Vox left now they could be caught. “Most everyone should be asleep, I’ll escort you to the nearest camera.” Alastor pushed up from the chair and made his way to the door waiting for Vox to follow.

 

The TV demon got up. “Well if the power hasn’t been restored then I won’t be able to teleport home even with a camera.”

 

“Will you be alright walking?” Alastor looked at Vox’s legs remembering how they had given out when he’d attempted to get out of the bed.

 

“Yeah, I’m good. I’ll grab a cab once I’m in the city proper. You sure no one will…see us?”

 

“Just follow close behind me and we should be fine.” Alastor reassured and then both stepped out into the dim lighting of the hallway. The radio demon had his cane with him and his shadow trailed beside Vox stretched high on the wall as if trying to shield him. The media overlord’s steps were quiet but self confident, ever watchful eyes taking in his surroundings and analyzing for threats. They passed by multiple rooms but everything was still, slumber having claimed most of the occupants. When they made it downstairs even the bar was dim only surrounded by the preternatural glow of magic that held it there. Husker was nowhere to be found and so Alastor assumed them safe, and melted into shadow to reappear by the front door and open it as Vox continued to tip toe towards him.

 

“Is this the vendor you were talking to?” Charlie was behind the front door with a bright smile.

 

“Charlie, my dear, what are you doing up?” Alastor purposefully avoided the question, hearing a muttered ‘fuck’ from Vox behind him.

 

“Well there was this odd black out and dad called me to check on when power could be restored. Sadly it seems it’ll take till morning to get the electricity back on.” Charlie stepped into the hotel with a wave. “Hello, Vox.”

 

“Um…heeey, your majesty.” Vox tried for his usual charm but it fell flat.

 

“Nice to see you playing nice with the other overlords Alastor, and reconnecting with an old friend . Maybe righting some wrongs and giving out apologies?” Charlie became more and more exciting with every word. “I know you two have history but it’s so wonderful you are on talking terms! I won’t pry but I am so proud of you Alastor!”

 

“Yes, yes dear. What a great influence you’ve had on me.” Alastor used a tentacle to shove the young lady towards the staircase. She just allowed herself to be pushed across the floor as if she was used to it. She gave a little squee of excitement as she passed by Vox.

 

“And if you ever need help with anything Vox, I am always available. The hotel doors are open to everyone who wants to make a genuine change. Besides, if I could maybe talk to you about Angel’s work hours.”

 

Vox held up his hand watching the princess slide by. “Oh I don’t interfere in Val’s work or Velette’s really. Separate sectors, different contracts.”

 

“Yes but—“

 

“Charlie, perhaps some other time, Mr. Vox was just leaving.”

 

“Oh yeah of course. Well I hope to see you again!”

 

“I don’t think he’ll make a habit of being here. Now off to bed young lady.”

 

“No worries, Alastor, I won’t say anything. But if you guys are reconciling and working through some stuff, I do want you to feel like you can lean on me or the hotel. That’s what we’re here for after all! Second chances!”

 

“Yes, yes, redemption, apologies and all those frivolous things you go on about. Let’s just keep this a secret, deal?” 

 

“Sure thing.” Charlie said fondly, giving Alastor a smile that made him rather uncomfortable before she headed up the stairs.

 

“Let’s go,  before anyone else in this god forsaken cesspool of optimism catches us.”

 

“Fuck is she gonna talk?” Vox followed Alastor out frantically. The radio demon waved a dismissive hand.

 

“No, she is very respectful and has nothing to gain from exposing us. I will simply have to suffer through her questioning and ramped up attempts to talk about my feelings.” Alastor shuddered at the thought.

 

“Oh god, she’s gonna torture you.” Vox laughed, obviously amused by the prospect of Alastor having to disclose emotions. His laugher was interrupted when he stumbled down the hill, legs obviously still a bit wobbly. Alastor caught him by the arm and steadied him, ignoring the pink pixels on Vox’s screen. The demon was obviously flustered, it had been a very eventful night. When they made it to the road Alastor prepared to shadow step and leave Vox to catch a cab, but the TV stopped him.

 

“Next month then?” The demon’s body language was off as if he was unsure. As if wanting reassurance that they would meet again like usual and that nothing had changed. But everything had changed. They had added to their deal to include these talks, these moments or winding down and ‘being real’. It was a level of intimacy that Alastor was apprehensive about but everything he had read about kink told him they needed this. That aftercare was important and if talking was something his sub wanted then he would provide that. It was just part of the contract part of the deal, nothing more. None of this had to mean more, and they could meet once a month like usual. Like nothing had changed.

 

No more month long contact. No more voice memos. Just once a month no strings attached with more aftercare and a debrief. That’s all.

 

“Yes, I’ll make contact, as usual.”

 

**

It was eerie driving through pentagram city in the dark. Not because sinners had started looting and turf wars were breaking out along with dumpster fires, but because Vox knew he had caused this. That this darkness was due to the fact that Alastor had gotten him so worked up, and to top it all off he was now wearing the other demon’s clothes. Vox brought the front of the white button down to his screen where a nose should be and inhaled. His receptors picked up on the distinct earthy smell that lingered on Alastor’s skin. It was fresh and wild like the scent of a storm. The TV demon sighed and paid the cab fee once the car pulled up to VTower.

 

The doors were locked and Vox sent a spark to disarm the lock and let himself in. The media overlord moved as quietly as possible through the dim halls. Emergency lights were on which told him that the generator had been activated, most likely by Velette. He saw a blinking camera and zapped into it trying to make his way up to his penthouse. It was a jerky ride since only about a quarter of the cameras were active, but eventually he made his way to his own front door. Stepping into his apartment he found the lights on and red smoke covering the couch like a fog.

 

“There you are! Where the fuck have you been?” Valentino shot up with anger, marching towards him.

 

“I was checking on the backup files to make sure we didn’t lose anything during the black out.” Vox lied smoothly.

 

“I was fucking worried, looking for your dumb ass!” Val grabbed his arm harshly, teeth clenching hand shaking. The grip was starting to leave a bruise but Vox didn’t flinch. He felt bad for having made Val worry, the moth was obviously emotional. “I though somthing happened to you and that’s why there was a fucking black out!”

 

Vox rested his hand on Val’s arm, with an appeasing smile. “I’m ok Val, sorry for making you worry.”

 

The TV demon really was sorry, he even felt bad that he was lying about where he had been. Felt bad about coming back from having sex with Alastor. Bad that he was lying to his business partner, who obviously cared about him. Vox reached out a hand to touch Val’s cheek, tenderly. Wanting that feeling of being desired of being needed and seeing it in the moth demon. Vox wanted more than anything to be important, and he had no idea where he stood with Alastor. The stoic radio demon was so hard to read but Val’s anger and frustration was so clear.

 

“You fucking should be sorry!” Val’s grip tightened eyes narrowed. With a frustrated growl he tossed Vox aside taking a calming drag of his cigarette. “And why the fuck are the lights out anyway?”

 

“I don’t know, it came as a surprise to me too. I’m sure the city will get it back up soon.” More lies. Vox rubbed at his aching arm, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Val whipped around letting out an angry puff of smoke.

 

“Velette had to go turn on the fucking generator! We need to have a designated meeting spot or something. I thought you took care of this shit Vox! Why do me and Velvette have to run around trying to do everything? You’ve been slacking, amorcito, distracted even. You’re so fucking anal about the whole tech system in this building and you weren’t even around to help us? I was in the middle of a fucking shoot!”

 

“Like I said I was checking the back ups! There is more to the system than just electrical power. You were in the middle of the shoot? Well fucking whoopdie do! Who do you think sets up shit to make sure you don’t lose all your footage when shit like this happens? Me! So back the fuck off Val!”

 

Valentino rushed forward and Vox was backhanded in an instant, the sharp edge of his screen cutting Val’s hand open. The self inflicted wound only seemed to anger the moth more. Electricity popped between Vox’s antenna with rage. He couldn’t even have Val worried about him for more than a few seconds. Couldn’t even pretend to be worth something to someone for more than a minute without being reminded he was just being used. Used for his body, used for his business savvy, used for his tech skill. Just an object, a product you could toss aside once you were finished with it, and Vox hated that he let people use him. That he desperately crawled back to Val, or to Alastor, just to be used and abused because at least then he had someone’s attention. Electricity sparked from his fingers and shot out towards his colleague who jumped back.

 

“You better fucking make sure I didn’t lose any of my footage, and next time show your fucking face so I don’t have to worry about if you’re dumb ass got knocked out along with the power!”

 

“Fuck you!” Vox turned on his heel and made his way to his bedroom slamming the door behind him.

Chapter 9: Primal Part : 1

Many people thought Valentino was a hot headed idiot. This wasn’t true, after all Vox wouldn’t partner with an idiot. Valentino may have a short temper but he was a genius when it came to the porn industry. He had his finger on the pulse of whatever hell desired and was willing to deliver no matter how depraved. His willingness to engage in almost any type of sexual sin made him the prime, and occasionally only, choice for getting your rocks off. Valentino's lack of judgment when looking at other’s desires made him approachable and easy to do business with, as long as you didn't get on his bad side. It's what had drawn Vox in. Still in the early stages of accepting that he could do whoever and whatever he wanted sexually, the moth demon had introduced him to pleasure Vox had only previously dreamed of. Val’s ill temper had seemed like a small price to pay for good sex and a lucrative stream of money and souls. However much like the TV demon himself Val never seemed satisfied, and that dissatisfaction usually led to destruction and the occasional cracked screen

 

Vox was able to distract Val from his latest tantrum by giving him head. It was a dull and tedious task and the TV demon’s mind mostly wandered back the that absolutely thorough face fucking he’d gotten from Alastor. He’d been fantasizing about the redhead more and more. Just two weeks into the month and Vox was already praying the radio demon would make contact with him. Vox couldn’t imagine going another two weeks without a satisfying distraction, especially since it’s been so tense at Vtower. All three of the Vees had suffered through a very busy and exhausting week. Velvette was launching a new accessory line, Val was launching some sort of pay website he’d named Only Sins, and Vox was still working on building the theater in cannibal town.

 

“I always forget how amazing that electrifying little mouth of yours is.” Val purred as Vox got up from his knees wiping at his screen.

 

“Well, I’m sure it’s easy to forget when you have your pick of whores to cum in.” The TV demon straightened his vest. He’d put on one of the previous outfits Alastor had dressed him in, just to feel some sort of connection to the demon. Vox picked up the papers he had set down on Val’s desk. He had been in the middle of reading over a construction contract before he was summoned to calm the moth demon down.

 

“Oh baby, green’s not a good color on you.” Valentino tried to pull Vox in for a kiss but he turned his screen away.

 

“I’m busy, Val. We are both busy, actually. Don't you have a scene to finish?”

 

“What has been up with you lately? Such a touchy bitch all of a sudden!” Claws wrap around Vox’s arm. “One minute you want my attention, the next you’re too busy for me! Make up your mind Vox are you jealous or not! I have to play games with all my other bitches all day. I don’t want to put up with shit from you too! I thought you were more mature than that.”

 

“I’m not one of you fucking whores Val! I’m your business partner and that, surprisingly, does include doing actual fucking business!” Red eyes narrowed dangerously and Vox was yanked by his lapel as the moth demon stood to his full height. Defiant digital eyes looked up unafraid and before anything could escalate the door to Valentino’s office opened.

 

“Val, I–” Angel came in, stopping as his eyes took in the scene. The spider looked at Vox with confusion, and the TV demon took advantage of the interruption to break Val’s hold on his vest with a painful zap to the back of a purple hand.

 

“Just let me know when you want to launch the Only Sins site so I can make sure the payment extension is working correctly.” Vox said calmly as he left the office avoiding Angel’s gaze. 

 

The media overlord retreated back to his office trying not to think too deeply about his relationship with Valentino, or the look Angel gave him. Sitting down at his desk he attempted to read over the construction contract. With a sigh he rested his head in his hands, suddenly feeling exhausted. An uncomfortable longing overtook him, and he pulled open his drawer where the small radio was stored. Blue tipped claws traced over the curved top of the tiny cathedral radio. This was dangerous. Vox knew better. It wasn’t his place to contact Alastor. He had no reason to. No prompt assignment, or gifted treat as an excuse. Vox slammed the drawer shut with a frustrated groan. He hated himself for wanting Alastor’s attention so badly. That Valentino’s affection was drying up and starving him. Hated that he wanted to turn to Alastor instead of Val, despite the clear lack of love the demon held for him. To find comfort in the security the radio demon provided. He was a fool to trust his rival over his business partner, yet here he was engaging in the same obsession that had burned him seven years ago. What did he think was going to happen? That old feelings wouldn’t rear their ugly head? He was naive and stupid. No wonder no one wanted to put up with him unless they were getting something out of it.

 

Vox shuffled his papers around making a second attempt at reading them but finding himself  too frustrated to really pay attention to the words in front of him. Instead he hooked into his bank of screens and flipped through several cameras in the desperate hope that he would catch a glimpse of Alastor. Just a glitch, or something to tide him over. He wanted to see the radio demon so badly. To know what he was up to. If he was preparing for the prompt…if he was thinking about Vox. If he missed him. 

 

Of course he didn’t. Vox was the only one stupid enough to get attached.

 

Vox peered through the cameras closest to cannibal town and his heart leapt when a distorted red form walked in front of the camera making its way towards the entrance of the little settlement. There weren't any cameras he could access inside of cannibal town so Vox’s joy was short lived. Then an idea struck, using the camera as a jumping off point he extended himself towards where Alastor had been walking, looking for the signal of the Voxtech watch. It was a long shot but if the radio demon was wearing the piece of technology Vox could travel along with him. Accompanying him on his day.

 

‘Alastor, darling! Oh but what’s with the glum face!” 

 

The mic of the watch picked up Rosie's voice and Vox found himself neatly nestled into the device. A large grin spread over his face which now took up the small screen. He couldn’t see anything but light filtering through red fabric.

 

“You can try and hide behind that smile, but I know you too well, old friend.”

 

Vox could only hear Rosie, whenever Alastor spoke it sounded like a talking doll running out of battery. The words were slow and distorted by crackling and pops.

 

“I’ll make us some tea, and you know I always have snacks to share!”

 

Rosie's voice sounded distant and suddenly the red sleeve that was blocking his view was pulled away. Alastor smiled down at him menacingly, face clear as day.

 

“I should have known you’d eventually use this device to spy on me. Did you think I wouldn't notice, dear? You give off a very distinct frequency, it’s how I know to distort my face when you’re peering through your camera’s and screens.”

 

“If you didn’t want me spying then why are you wearing the watch?” Vox huffed out, shielding his ego. Surely Alastor wearing the watch meant something. It’s not like he needed it to tell time, he had the pocket watch for that, and Vox knew the redhead carried that with him as well. Alastor took care of his belongings…

 

“Are you that desperate for attention that you’ve decided to act like a brat outside of our meeting? Really are you looking to be punished?”

 

“I’m not–”

 

“You are! You are acting very entitled right now. I told you I would contact you. You are directly disobeying me, and stepping outside of the bounds of our deal. You really have no patience. Is Valentino not keeping you occupied?”

 

Vox’s tiny face glitched with anger. The mention of Valentino riling him up. “Fuck you!”

 

“No thank you dear, unlike you I am perfectly capable of waiting.”

 

The connection to the watch was cut and Vox was forced back into his body. “Fucker!” He kicked his feet in frustration.

 

**

 

Alastor used his magic to turn off the watch, not sure if simply powering it down would stop Vox from eavesdropping. This wasn’t a good sign. Alastor should have known better than to indulge Vox in month-long play. The radio demon tried not to think back to the many times people had become entitled to his time and his body. Demanding that he provide both, even when he was in no mood to do so. Valentino was supposed to provide a buffer, but if that past sexual encounter Alastor witnessed was any indication, Vox was not being satisfied. This meant that much like when Angel was frustrated and attempting to take control over his life,  Alastor had to deal with unwanted attention. Truly Valentino was not shielding him from anyone’s libido, the moth was utterly useless. Alastor tried to ignore the conflicting feeling of wanting to see Vox and the dread of what would be expected of him if he did.  He hated that he’d missed the TV demon. Hated that he wanted to get those daily voice memos again, just to know what the other overlord was up to. It was curiosity…nothing more.

 

Red tipped fingers touched the bottom of smiling lips, brows coming together in confusion as Alastor remembered the many kisses he had shared with Vox last month. Just morbid curiosity. Nothing more, nothing had to change. Alastor didn’t have to give into any demands on his time. 

 

Once a month, no strings attached.

 

“Well I hope I wasn't interrupting that little lover’s spat.” Rosie said, setting down a tray that held eyeballs in aspic.

 

“Hardly a lover’s spat, you’d actually have to be in love. Which I certainly am not. He broke the rules of the agreement and so I’ll have to remind him of his place.”

 

“How long are we going to be doing this, darling?” Rosie cooed, picking up a knife with an amused flourish

 

“Doing what?”

 

“Pretending like this isn’t going down the same road it was headed seven years ago.”

 

“I certainly hope it doesn’t! Vox should know better than to desire more than what is being offered.”

 

“And maybe he does, but I’m not talking about him. I’m talking about you.” The pale woman smirked at her friend while cutting into the gelatin and slitting an eye in half.

 

“If I have to end the agreement again then I shall. I cannot afford to have Vox hanging off me like some love sick puppy. I am not a fan of dogs, and I do not want to be saddled with one. If Vox decided to make the idiotic decision to bring…” Alastor waved his mic in a circle trying to find his words behind a frustrated tongue. “...emotions into this, then that's the end of this arrangement.”

 

“And how do you feel about that? Ending the deal?” Rosie's smile grew wide as she placed a piece of the eyeball aspic onto Alastor’s plate. Red eyes glared down at it watching it jiggle as it slide off the knife and onto the porcelain.

 

“What are you insinuating?” Alastor looked up with a strained smile and a lifted brow. “I’d feel nothing. This deal was struck for pure entertainment and I do not find romantic blithering entertaining.”

 

“If you say so. I just think maybe this little arrangement is having a good effect on you. You seem more relaxed, and less on edge. Having a clear head will help you with moving your pawns around you know. Speaking of which, how is our little princess?” Rosie served herself, and Alastor relaxed a bit, appreciating the change in subject. 

 

“Insufferable, she’s gotten into her head that I should be participating in her little activities more. She was the one who had banned me from taking part in the first place.” Alastor droned out, while pouring himself a cup of tea and filling Rosie’s cup once she held it up.

 

“Oh but that’s wonderful. Sounds like you are gaining her trust, and isn’t that what you wanted?” Black lips took a sip of tea. 

 

“Yes, but I didn’t want to have to suffer for it.” Alastor picked up his fork and sliced into the clear gelatin. He examined his fork seeing bits of unidentifiable meat at the bottom of the aspic and then took a bite. The bite melted on his tongue and the flavor was bright and savory with just the right amount of salt. He continued to eat, showing his approval with a pleasant humm.

 

“But you’re so good at making yourself suffer, darling! Just look at you coming in pouting and then yelling at you little boy toy.” Rosie laughed at him and Alastor’s ears pinned back with annoyance. He was hoping to just continue enjoying his lunch, but Rosie was like a dog with a bone.

 

“Why are you picking at me today, dear? I come here for intelligent conversation but you seem to be hung up on relationship talk. You know I don’t need advice from you in that department, and I’ve never indulged your clucking about love.”

 

Rosie’s smile grew sharp and wide. “Clucking? All right Alastor, stick your head in the sand see if I care. But if you think you’ll come out of your deal with Vox unscathed, think again. Last time you two fought was bad enough. This time around, try and be a bit less dramatic about your break up, since you don’t want me talking about it.”

 

“We did not break up. We suspended the deal.” The radio demon clenched his teeth and stabbed a jellified eyeball with more force than necessary before shoving it in his mouth.

 

“The whole city power grid exploded, and all Voxtech devices were out of commission for weeks. You disappeared for seven years for whatever reason and you want me to believe that wasn’t a break up? That wasn’t you avoiding whatever mess you’d caused by ignoring one of the few friends you have for nearly a decade? Why are you so hell bent on shooting yourself in the foot and then pretending like you’re not bleeding? That pathetic man is in love with you. Still in love with you and any fool with eyes could see that! But you keep him at arm's length and for what? Because you’re asexual?”

 

“What in the seven rings of hell are you going on about?” Alastor threw his hands up in exasperation, losing his fork and his temper.

 

“Asexual, Alastor. Ace in the hole.” Rosie twirled her own fork in the air with a look of exasperation on her usually calm face. “It’s what you are. Someone who lacks sexual attraction. March on down to that little library you frequent to do research on how to be a considerate dominant for the submissive you claim not to care about and get a book on it!” 

 

The sound of a record scratching emanated from Alastor’s mic as he stood up furiously. “So what if there is some fancy word for it? It doesn’t change the fact that everyone in hell wants to be desired! There is a whole industry catering to deprave sexual desires and fulfilling these fantasies people place so much importance on. Everyone wants to be ravished and fucked in the heat of the moment. To be overcome with urges that are supposedly innate. Well, I can’t give him that Rosie! Valentino can!”

 

Alastor stormed past his friend who quickly reached out her hand catching him by the sleeve. “Love is more than just wanting to be desired sexually, Alastor.”

 

“Oh please.” The radio demon tore himself loose from Rosie’s grasp. “What else is it? Spending an inordinate amount of time together? Looking into each other’s eyes and sighing? Saying stupid little things like, ‘you’re the only one for me’ or ‘I can’t live without you’? Well I’ve had many partners, and if I so desired and it wasn’t an absolute chore, I could have many more. There is no ‘only one’, that’s just some drivel idiots come up with so they can feel safe in their emotional decision to chain themselves to somebody else. I absolutely can live without Vox and if he steps over the line I have drawn in the sand then I will live without him!”

 

“But do you want to live without him?”

 

Alastor stared at his friend, rage turning into panic. He told himself he didn’t want anything. That he didn’t want to receive voice memos from Vox throughout the week. That he didn’t want to share a meal with the TV demon or feed him tea cakes like he was a precious possession. He told himself that the past two weeks were easily spent alone and that him wearing the Voxtech watch meant nothing. Because the moment he admitted he did want just a bit more than what he was getting, he would be taken advantage of. Like any other time Alastor had tried to play this part. It would always end the same, he would be pushed beyond his limit and his partner would be left disappointed or angry. They would feel lied to and Alastor would have to deal with the fact that what he had to offer wasn’t adequate. Alastor has never been and will never be sufficient for anyone. He was cruel, cold and heartless. There was no script in the world, no role he could play that would ever make him good enough. He had tried…when he was alive…when he was with Mimzy he had honestly tried.

 

In the end Mimzy had unapologetically satisfied her needs elsewhere, blaming Alastors disinterest for her wandering eye. Alastor was getting ahead of the inevitable by making sure Vox had another outlet, that way no one’s heart would be broken. Alastor could never be that househusband Vox had him play at. He could never settle down into domestic bliss, with nauseating pet names and doting kisses. So it didn’t matter what he wanted, because he wouldn't be able to give Vox what he needed.

 

Alastor looked into Rosie’s wide eyes, seeing himself reflected in the dark pools. She studied him and Alastor felt like his bloody heart had been ripped out of his chest and wrapped in cellophane for the world to see. How pathetic that the radio demon even still had a heart. When Rosie’s brow came together in pity he suddenly became sick. He put his hand over his mouth and took a step back.

 

“I feel unwell.”

 

“Alastor—“

 

He didn’t stick around to listen to anything else Rosie had to say, allowing his shadow to swallow him up and shield him. He retreated into the warped realm of darkness, where not a single light of hope could touch him.

 

**

 

“Trust us, we’ll make sure everything goes smoothly with the ground breaking! The construction shouldn’t cause too many disruptions for your people. A bit of noise maybe, but I made sure to only hire the most professional contractors.” Vox flashed Rosie a charming smile. He was wearing the same trench coat that had shielded him from hungry eyes last time he went to meet her, though he’d opted for a different set of shoes with less of a heel. Looking at his phone he typed out a text message for his assistant to get files together on all the souls he had under contract with good acting skills. He would flip through headshots later and then decide if he should post casting calls for silent movies. Production would take a bit of time, but so would construction. Frankly, Vox was grateful things were getting underway. It provided him with a distraction. 

 

It was sad to say that the TV demon actually felt disappointed no punishment had come within the three days he’d last talked to Alastor. It felt dismissive, like Vox wasn’t even worth the time to be disciplined. He’d toyed with the idea of reaching out again, just to rile the redhead up. Just to hear his voice…just to have something. But his pride prevented him from doing so. After all, he was still a little irked at the Valentino remark. He’d let Val fuck him in his office in hopes of getting some sort of thrill, but all it did was remind him of Alastor with that manila envelope. With all those pictures of him and Val together. If Alastor was still spying on him he’d know how little of a distraction Valentino had become. He’d know how dissatisfied Vox was. The media overlord wondered if Alstor would do anything about it. If it would stroke his ego and get him interested in expanding their deal. The redhead always seemed to enjoy hearing about how inadequate Valentino was in comparison to him.

 

Vox shook his head trying to dislodge any plots on getting Alastor's attention. The radio demon was obviously not interested in changing their agreement and Vox couldn’t afford to look desperate. He knew better.

 

“They should be by to clear the area and pour cement next week.” Vox focused his attention back to the task at hand.

 

“I’ll leave it in your capable hands!” Rosie said cheerfully, and grabbed Vox’s wrist. The other overlord gave a weary smile not used to the affection, though it seemed common for Rosie since she was one of the few people who regularly touched Alastor. “Lovely cufflinks.” 

 

“Oh, thanks.” The digital smile was nervous as Vox looked at Rosie wondering if she knew the cufflinks were a gift from Alastor.

 

“Anyway, I appreciate you keeping me up to date on this little project. The town is so excited for some entertainment. A stroll in the park is always nice, but the cinema has everyone abuzz!” The cannibal pulled him towards a walkway. “Oh, you should take a peek at some of our gardens. The hedge maze is nice this time of year, with the roses in full bloom.”

 

“I'm sure it’s lovely, but I need to head back to Vtower.”

 

“All work and no play makes Vox a dull boy!” Rosie chimed, hiking her skirt and marching towards the hedge maze. “Just a moment to enjoy this hellish day, surely your schedule allows for that.”

 

The sharped toothed smile Rosie flashed at him seemed more threatening than encouraging so Vox relented. “I suppose, if you want company then–”

 

“Oh, no! I find the hedges to be a great spot for self reflection. Go on, have a delightful stroll.” The cannibal sauntered off, throwing Vox a menacing look over her shoulder when he took a step away from the entrance of the maze.

 

“Ok…guess I'm taking a walk.” He muttered to himself, flinging the tails of his coat back and shoving his hands in his pockets. The maze was actually breathtaking. Large white roses covered the tall green walls, and as Vox kept walking the roses slowly turned pink. He reached out a hand to touch one of the soft petals. They felt like silk and smelled divine. He found himself relaxing and actually enjoying his stroll, watching the roses go from pink to red as he kept wandering deeper into the maze. Maybe he should have paid better attention to where he was going as he came to a dead end. He backtracked and soon found himself in what he assumed was the middle of the maze since there was a large blood fountain coming into view. The roses around the fountain were all red to match the bloody water display, and a few benches were placed around it. Stepping closer he noticed someone sitting on one of the benches with a newspaper in hand.

 

“Ah, that’s why she wanted me to come in here.” Vox frowned as the newspaper was lowered to reveal the irritated face of Alastor.

 

“Spying again?”

 

“No, just your little buddy playing matchmaker.” Vox plopped down next to Alastor who tensed up. “Did she tell you I’d be here today?”

 

“No, I’ve been busy and haven’t had the pleasure of visiting her as of late.” Alastor uncrossed his legs and placed the paper under his arm as if he was about to leave.

 

“You must be busy.” Vox rolled his eyes. “After all, you haven’t punished me yet for being entitled to your time, sir.” The words were spit out disrespectfully, as the TV demon leaned back against the bench and hooking his arms along the back. Alastor leaned forward glaring at the arm that was now behind him, but didn’t leave.

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Enjoying this lovely garden. It’s a public space, so I'm entitled to be here as part of the public. Especially since Rosie insisted I take a relaxing stroll.” Vox grinned wide when he saw Alastor’s ear flick with annoyance.

 

“Well at least you’re smart enough to look the part.” Alastor gestured with his cane at Vox’s outfit.

 

“Oh, yeah, I wouldn't want someone to take a bite.” Vox leaned in close and Alastor bristled, smile straining to stay in place. “Or maybe it wouldn't matter. Seems like you like sharing, since you’re always asking if Val is keeping me busy.”

 

 Vox was being petty but he didn’t care. His comments were obviously getting a reaction from the redhead, despite his efforts to hide it. The radio demon bent his head to the side in a painful angle, smile menacing. “Are you trying to annoy me? Do you think splaying yourself on this bench like some desperate slut and talking about Valentino will rile me up? I’m sorry to say, doll, but that won’t work.”

 

A little spark of electricity jumped between Vox’s antenna at the word doll. “Oh I think it’s getting you riled up.” Vox leaned forward, a finger coming to point at the corner of Alastor’s lips. “I can see the tension.”

 

Alastor pushed his hand aside. “You’re insufferable. What part of, ‘I’ll contact you’, was unclear? Is this what I get for showing you a bit of care? I will back track on our agreement to a post coital debriefing if it means you’ve suddenly become more entitled to my time. You should know better Vox. Once a month, no strings attached.”

 

The media overlord frowned. He didn’t need the blatant reminder that he desired so much more than Alastor wanted from him. Vox could really only blame himself, he was poking the bear. Sharing a few kisses and having a bath drawn didn’t suddenly mean Alastor was emotionally available. The radio demon was strict and all about rules, sentimentality wasn’t entertaining to him, but reactivity was. Alastor just had no idea how much he pushed Vox’s buttons, how much his reactivity stemmed from the unfortunate fact that he really still cared for his old friend. It’s what made sex with Alastor so amazing. The familiarity, the understanding, the focus on Vox’s pleasure. A focus Vox had taken for granted until the redhead had pointed it out to him last session. Alastor always knew exactly what button to push at just the right time, and Vox loved being the center of attention. It was a type of attention he didn’t get from Valentino. The moth was drawn to him like a flame, satisfying his own pleasure rather than putting Vox first. Alastor always put Vox first, that had to mean something. Surely the care Alastor had shown toward him, the consideration, the passion that he fed off and poured back into the TV demon wasn’t all a lie. Sure it was odd and different, but it wasn’t a lie…So why wasn’t Vox good enough? Why had he been turned down seven years ago, and why the continued warning not to repeat his mistake? All he had was this deal. He did know better, but Valentino was no longer a distraction from this feeling. This obsession that had never died. No one else would do, no one could satisfy quiet like Alastor.

 

Every harsh word, and every cruel touch was electrifying. Every conversation stimulating. Every move made elegant. Ever look given, heartstopping. Vox wanted Alastor. Maybe that did make him entitled, but when he wanted something he always made an effort to get it.

 

“How about we make a deal?”

 

“We already have a deal, and we’ve already added to it. What could you possibly want now?” Alastor’s smile held anger and his fist clutched at his pant leg. His leg bounced as if he was restraining  himself from kicking Vox. Or maybe…he was getting ready to run just like had seven years ago.

 

Vox was too good of a businessman to let that happen again, he’d learned from his mistakes. He wasn't going to offer Alastor exclusivity, or a stake in his media empire, or a life built together, no. He’d offer him what Vox knew he’d be comfortable with, and what got him what he wanted.

 

“Continueous nonsexual contact throughout the month, with a dedicated meeting that would also be nonsexual.”

 

“Excuse me?”

 

“Kink isn’t always about sex, and it can be difficult to know exactly how best to set the stage. I purpose we pre-game. A rehearsal so to say. That way we can test things out throughout the month. Then we meet two weeks in, to see what was effective and add that information to our final play. You can’t tell me that having that extra time to explore the dollification kink didn’t make you more prepared for our encounter. If I had been able to meet up with you and ask about the memos I would have known that you liked the ones that were non-sexual more and I could have adjusted my plan to suit your needs. Especially now that we will be doing a debrief, getting feedback before and after will allow us to tailor our roleplays to be more entertaining.”

 

This proposition seemed to intrigue Alastor and the demon sat up straighter. “I suppose that would be doable. That way if a kink is proposed that we aren’t too familiar with we can ask questions, or it gives us time to elaborate on our request. I must admit sometimes I am not sure what I want out of my prompts. The sexual component isn’t that important to me, so I often find myself just giving a word and allowing you to be creative with it. Which I could see as being more difficult on your end since you have less to work with. I do enjoy the element of surprise though.”

 

“Oh me too. It would be more like we meet up to see what we might like. So for instance when we met for the tea party you saw that I was wearing the clothes you laid out for me. It confirmed that I enjoyed the dress up part of the play but it didn’t ruin the surprise of the corset or the reprograming.”

 

“Yes, fine. Alastor hesitated, eyes glancing over Vox’s screen as if searching for something. “It's a deal.” 

 

Alastor stood up, and Vox’s heart dropped at the thought of the other leaving already.

 

“There’s nothing you want to test out right now?” Vox pushed up from the bench fidgeting with his fingers so they wouldn’t reach out towards the radio demon’s retreating back. “I mean you still haven’t punished me for contacting you, sir.”

 

“Well it’s hardly fun when you want to be punished.”  Alastor twirled his mic and disappeared behind a hedge. 

 

“But you know damn well that I always want to be punished! What's the difference now?” Vox hurried forward, not ready to part yet, desperately wanting his dom’s attention. When he turned the corner though there was no sign of Alastor, and he let his shoulders drop with disappointment. He glanced around looking for a sign of shadows or anything that would tell him the radio demon was still in the area but saw nothing. A blue tipped claw touched the petal of a red rose before Vox started walking towards pink ones in hopes of finding his way out of the maze. When he turned the corner towards an open path he was suddenly stopped by a glowing green hedge that hadn’t been there before. He walked up to it and saw that the roses on this bush were pitch black. They felt every bit as real as the other ones and he could not get around the hedge. He looked over his shoulders.

 

“Al?” He turned around and retraced his steps turning another corner to find another path. Cyan eyes glanced around searching for any sign of the radio demon. The only confirmation that Alastor was still around was the second magical hedge that appeared to block Vox’s way yet again. This time the black roses were arranged in such a way that they spelled out one simple word.

 

Run.

 

The crackling sound of a radio tuning echoed throughout the air before the ominous thump of drums urged Vox’s feet to move. The TV demon took a step back, still looking at the hedge trying to spot any sign of where Alastor could be. Vox couldn’t tell what direction the music was coming from so he simply turned around and started to run.

 

He skidded across the dirt as he quickly turned the corner. The sound of slow footsteps echoed behind him amplified by Alastor’s magic. A bright grin spread across Vox’s screen as adrenaline started pumping in his veins. The tails of his coat flapped behind him as he ran faster holding on to his hat as he turned another corner. Shadows raced under his feet stretching out before him, and he turned quickly down a corridor he’d almost passed. He looked over his shoulders to see Alastor slowly turning the corner himself. His cane tapped on the ground calling his shadows back to him. His smile was wide, eyes glowing, antlers slightly larger than they had been before. The sounds of drums accompanied his footsteps and the ominous bangging of piano keys made Vox jump suddenly. The TV demon faced forward stumbling a bit and using his hands to regain his balance. Vox was essentially helpless with the nearest tech device being the phone in his pocket. Cannibal town was as antique as the radio demon himself, giving him the upper hand. Shadows raced underfoot again and Vox skidded to a halt as tentacles shot up to block his way. They stretch up like fingers ready to catch him. The drum beat slowed as if counting down Vox’s capture, but the TV demon wasn’t done yet. He let out a flash of electricity, using the light to make the shadows wither and then darting between the gaps.

 

“Hah! Not that easy is it, sir?” Vox laughed rounding another corner. The roses were turning white so he knew he was getting close to the entrance.

 

“Well, it wouldn’t be any fun chasing after easy prey, dear.” Alastor said calmly, steps still slow and measured but somehow it seemed like the redhead had gotten closer. Vox kept running, his fans spinning and heart beating. His legs ached but he kept pushing himself just like he had done when riding Alastor last month. 

 

His efforts were rewarded when he saw the entrance of the hedge maze surrounded by white roses. His joy was short lived though when a green glow announced the manifestation of another magical hedge. This time instead of simply appearing it was slowly rising out of the ground giving Vox time to escape if he was fast enough.

 

“Fuck.” Vox pumped his arms and used a reserve of energy to try and make it to the entrance before it closed up. A shadow came up and tripped him, causing the media overlord to hit the ground. He scrambled on all fours before pushing to his feet and dashing towards the hedge. It wasn’t enough and the entrance closed up before he could reach it.

 

“What a pity, the rat didn’t make it out.” Alastor let out a sigh, lifting his cane and caressing his mic as the drum beat continued. The pounding of the drum was a mismatch to the thumping of Vox’s heart, but somehow it added to the excitement. Cyan eyes watched well polished dress shoes take step after step, slowly cornering him. It felt good to be trapped, to have red eyes watching him intently. He wanted to give in, to submit…but that wouldn’t be any fun.

 

Vox reached into his pocket pulling out his phone and threw it over the hedge. He zapped into the devices as it hurled over the top. Zapping back out just before it hit the floor and caught it in his palm, safely on the other side of the maze.

 

“Ha! Marvelous!” Alastor laughed. “What a smart little rat.”

 

Vox laughed in triumph as the black rose hedge disappeared revealing a rather gleeful Alastor. The radio demon stretched out his hand in a flurry before bringing it to his chest and giving Vox a bow, staff clasped behind his back. The TV demon stepped closer, laughter still tickling his tongue, chest still heaving front he exertion. Despite the ache in his legs he jumped up and punched the air. “I won!” 

 

“Indeed.” Alastor's smile pressed into a fond line and he approached Vox giving the demon a pat on the head. Pink pixels populated the overlords screen and cyan eyes looked into red which promptly glanced away. Alastor cleared his throat. “I suppose you deserve a reward for your ingenuity.” 

 

Vox nodded his head eagerly in agreement.

 

 “What would you like then, dear?”

 

Vox needed no time to think, the adrenaline and praise shoved any doubt aside. “Can we go to the cafe?” He really just wanted Alastor’s attention. In the end all his obsessing, all his watching, all his pondering came down to the simple fact that he wanted the radio demon's eyes on him. And he’d never felt more dotted upon then when they had their little tea party.

 

There was a sadness that touched  Alastor’s wide grin, and for a moment Vox feared he’d asked for the wrong thing. But instead the radio demon stepped closer, again looking into Vox’s screen. There was a hint of worry in the usually confident face. “Al–”

 

“Let’s go then.” Alastor agreed and held out his arm for Vox to take. The chiming sound of gameshow music buzzed from Vox’s head as his face lit up with excitement. Unaware of the tension in Alastor's body as he grabbed the demon’s arm, the two walked towards the cafe linked together.

Notes:

And I will leave it here, since I am actually not ready to repost the next part. Anyway thank you to all of you who tried to figure out what happened to me, and to those of you giving me well wishes. It means a lot to know that my stories had such an impact on others, especially since I just mainly use them to process my own shit and daydream about Vox.

Chapter 10: Primal Part : 2

Everyone knew that if Vox wanted something done, he’d get it done. All the other overlords respected his hold on whatever territory he had mainly because they knew Vox was ruthless when it came to running his business. Compared to Valentino, and Velvette, Vox had relatively few soul contracts. Having earned most of his respect using old school business tactics, just like he had done in life. Vox made people want what he wanted. Manipulating them into doing his work like it had always been a dream of theirs. Actors, producers and make-up artists were all promised a shot at their dreams. Hope was a powerful tool, and people could ruin themselves with it. Vox just had to wait around for sinners to dig their own graves and then he’d offer a helping hand, a contract written up and ready to sign. A soul for an illusion, what a small price to pay for a little bit of hope.

 

Vox knew how dangerous hope was, yet with every sip of his coffee hope warmed his chest. 

 

Alastor had ordered coffee for the both of them which had arrived steaming hot in a french press. The media overlord let himself be pampered as he watched elegant fingers grasp the plunger and push down the freshly ground beans. The coffee was delicious and the fact that the radio demon still remembered exactly how Vox took his coffee had only added to his hopefulness. Two cubes of sugar and a splash of cream.

 

The beverage was sweet yet bitter, the steam fogging up his screen as he took another indulgent sip. It was a pity that he had to hold the mug himself but asking for dolly treatment would surely be too much too soon, after having just negotiated their new deal.

 

“Your cake.” The waiter set down a small bundt cake nearly black with the amount of dark chocolate baked into it, though there was a hint of red to the coloring, unlike the inky ganache that oozed over it.

 

“Thank you, my dear man.” Alastor said kindly eyeing the cake Vox had suggested, or rather begged Alastor to order. The cannibal waiter departed with a slight bow leaving a cake knife behind, which Alastor picked up. “I think you will end up eating the majority of this. I really do not enjoy sweets and this looks like it would give me a heart attack.”

 

“I doubt it, just give it a try. I’m positive you’ll more than tolerate it.” Vox said smugly as he watched Alastor cut a small sliver of cake for himself and a much more generous serving for Vox.

 The TV demon was really milking his victory. Not only getting a  coffee date out of his win, but having convinced Alastor to at least try the hot chocolate cake Vox had seen on the menu after the radio demon said he could order whatever he liked as a reward for his ingenuity. Vox took his plate but waited eagerly for Alastor to take a bite of his own first. A red eyebrow was lifted when the radio demon noticed his audience. “Honestly it’s just cake, why are you looking at me like that? You’re only going to disappoint yourself when you are yet again proven wrong. I don’t like sweets. I am humoring you.”

 

“Well then go on humor me.” Vox urged with a cocky grin.

 

With a roll of his eyes Alastor brought the fork to his lips and took a bite. Vox waited with bated breath searching Alastor’s face for any hint of enjoyment. A small twitch to the corn of his ever present smile and a miniscule lift of both eyebrows was all Vox needed to see. Despite Alastor’s poker face he obviously enjoyed the cake.

 

“It’s interesting.”

 

Vox picked up his own fork. “You love it.”

 

“It’s not overbearingly sweet and has an interesting heat, so it’s tolerable.”

 

“Just admit you like it, Al.” Vox took a bite of his own and the spicy cayenne and cinnamon flavor hit him first before the bittersweetness of the dark chocolate mellowed it out.

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor hummed noncommittally, finishing his piece rather quickly as if he couldn’t get enough of the unique taste. However when Vox suggestd he get another slice Alastor stubbornly refused.

 

“You’ve already been beaten once today, just surrender to my superiority. Admit that you like it and have another piece.”

 

Alastor dabbed at his mouth with a napkin. “You really have no idea what the difference between tolerate and enjoy is. I said the cake is tolerable. I didn't say I liked it.”

 

“But you finished your piece before I even got half way through my own. So you like it, get another piece! I can’t eat this whole thing myself.” Vox pointed out.

 

“Well you should have thought about that, but then you have a tendency to bite off more than you can chew.”

 

“And you have a tendency to deny yourself pleasure, so here we are.” The statement seemed to strike a nerve and red eyes cut sharply toward Vox narrowing in warning. The TV demon didn’t heed that warning. Instead he pushed the cake towards Alastor. “It’s ok to admit you like something even if you enjoy it differently from what others might expect.”

 

“I don’t like the cake. I tolerate it and can appreciate the complexity of flavor. But I have no urge to eat the cake.” Alastor took a sip of his black coffee.

 

“Ok you tolerate the cake and you appreciate the complexity of flavor. You are also currently in a social situation where it would be polite to take another piece as you are sitting with someone who enjoys cake and they want to share the experience with you. So take another fucking piece.”

 

“Perhaps I don’t want to partake in the experience of shared cake currently.” Alastor gave a whimsical wave of his hand before setting down his cup.

 

“But why not? You just said you can tolerate this cake, so considering the other options this isn’t too bad. Maybe you can even find some things you like about having this particular type of cake and enjoy it with me.”

 

“But if I enjoy the cake, you’ll assume I am open to having this cake any old time. Maybe I just like having one slice.”

 

 Vox’s hand came up to smack himself in the face before slowly dragging down his screen in exasperation. “Ok, but you obviously like some things about the cake and it’s right there so I don’t fucking understand why you don’t just have another god damn piece.”

 

“Because unlike you I know my limits.”

 

“Fine more cake for me.” Vox shrugged, knowing very well they weren’t just talking about cake anymore. As if to prove some bizarre point the TV demon brought another bite up to his lips and made direct eye contact with Alastor. He let the fork slide into his mouth with a content sigh. Closing his lips around it with a satisfied humm and then moaning once he pulled the fork out. He chewed slowly, swallowing audibly and moaning again. “Oh my god this cake is sooo good.”

 

“What are you doing?”

 

“Enjoying my cake.” Vox said innocently before taking another overly erotic bite. “It’s just so rich. I don’t know how I’ll be able to finish it all by myself.”

 

“We can have it packed up to go and you can eat it with Valentino.”

 

Vox let his fork dangle thoughtfully from his mouth as he looked up and hummed. Grabbing the fork again and giving it a lick before stabbing the last morsel of chocolate cake. “I don’t know if he’ll appreciate the complexity of flavor. So it would make for a rather dull cake eating since he’d just gobble it up. He probably wouldn’t even ask if I am enjoying the cake too. I’d much rather eat cake with you, even if you don’t like it as much as I do.”

 

With a dramatic sigh Alastor reached for the cake knife and cut himself another piece. “You’re absolutely insufferable.”

 

As Alastor begrudgingly ate a second much larger piece of cake, Vox allowed himself to hold on to that feeling of hope in his chest.

 

**

 

The two week wait for their Tuesday meeting was rather painless, the lingering feeling of optimism sat in Vox’s chest. It moved around his body, occasionally fluttering inside his stomach like the wings of an exterminating Angel sure of their kill. The TV demon was absolutely positive that the addendums that have been added to his deal with Alastor would slowly break down the radio demon’s walls. The adjustments were a sign in and of themselves that the radio demon was malleable. Vox might know better than to proposition Alastor but Vox was an excellent business man and he was setting up his pitch. Alastor might be a great deal maker, but Vox saw the cracks. If Alastor couldn’t see the potential, then Vox would build an image! A window into the future, a screen in time, and it would be entertaining. The best show Alastor ever saw, he’d want more than just a once a month trice. He’d want the whole package! Vox would entertain!

 

 He was well on his way to carving out a prime time spot for his delusional little fairytale. A happy little sitcom where he could love Alastor and be loved by him. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut. All he had to do was avoid telling the radio demon that he was  still in love with him, and bide his time until Alastor realized how perfect they were for each other. Perhaps it truly was delusional, but Vox was certain the other demon cared for him. The readily agreeable manner in which Alastor accepted the change in their arrangement, the laughter and delighted smile after their chase, the cafe…The way Alastor had carried him to the tub and gently settled him in the warm water. The way he’d confessed to needing Vox’s passion to feel aroused himself. The TV demon had never really understood what Alastor got out of their sexual encounters since he was perfectly fine remaining untouched, but hearing the demon admit to enjoying Vox’s arousal was heady. It was so different from the connection he had with Val, who seemed to see Vox’s enjoyment as second to his own. The idea that simply by enjoying himself Vox brought Alastor pleasure was intoxicating in a way Valentino’s saliva could never hope to be. The complete surrender Vox gave Alastor was unmatched. They fit perfectly together as signal and receiver. A closed circuit stuck in a loop repeating over and over and over again. Never able to go far, never able to stay away for too long, always longing to close that connection.

 

It was just a matter of time, and Vox was a patient man. He’d wait for the signal, but in the meantime he’d put on a show. After all, Vox's love was visual and Alastor’s barely audible.

 

Vox’s scheming was interrupted when a call came in from the voxtech watch Alastor had refurbished. Excitedly the TV demon latched on to the signal and allowed it to lead him to the watch. He squished himself into the small screen with a wide smile but found himself not on Alastor’s wrist but on top of a table. Materializing his body he zapped out of the device and stood in the bayou by a small table with a singular chair. On the table was a box, a hand pistol, and a note.

 

Prepare yourself, and signal when you are ready for the game to begin.

 

Cyan eyes looked around but there was no sight of Alastor anywhere. Vox did note a small security camera hidden in a nearby tree.  He closed his eyes and could feel the electricity humming from it. It was actively recording and a pleasurable shudder ran down Vox’s spine. He grabbed the box from the table and opened it to find a lace jockstrap laying on top of a pile of a blue and teal striped fur. Blue claws picked up the underwear noting the black lace pattern of roses which provided no actual coverage. The jock strap was more for show rather than modesty and Vox couldn’t help but grin, finding it ironic that Alastor had essentially picked out lingerie for him. He would have loved to see the radio demon going into whatever sex shop he’d gotten this thing from. Setting the underwear aside, he picked up the faux fur material next. It was soft to the touch and removing it front the box revealed it to be a taill. A tail with a buttplug attached to it. A bottle of lube was also at the bottom of the box having been obscured by the fluffy appendage.

 

Another glance around and still no sign of Alastor, which was rather disappointing because if Vox was going to have to prepare himself he’d at least like the other demon to watch. Glancing over his shoulder Vox smirked at the sight of Alastor’s bed neatly made up and pristine. Gathering up the items from the box the media overlord made his way towards the bed dropping his suit jacket carelessly onto the floor as he maneuvered out of it. A flickering shadow racing across the wall alerting Vox to Alastor’s hidden presence.  Dumping the items onto the bed Vox continued to strip and toss his clothes wherever he pleased. He started humming a happy little tune, playing the part of innocent subject as he continued to carelessly undress, being sure to leave his briefs on Alastor’s pillow.

 

Crawling into the bed Vox got into a comfortable position and relaxed with a sigh. He ran his hands over his body to get himself in the right state of mind. A cyan eye peaked at the corner of the room he last saw Alastor’s shadow, but it was well hidden. Either way Vox assumed the radio demon was watching. That thought got Vox to moan and relax. Alastor’s name was on the tip of his tongue as he stretched himself open. Eyes shut but still imagining he was being watched, and anticipating the chase. It had been fun running in the hedge maze, an exercise of both mind and body, a glimpse at something sweet, something other than sex. Vox wanted that more than anything. To please Alastor, to be wanted by him outside of the context of their monthly meeting. Provide entertainment and enjoyment that didn’t lead to Vox’s sexual gratification, but was simply fun.

 

“Ah…”

 

To show Alastor that he could be so much more than just a monthly source of entertainment, that he was worth desiring…worth keeping. Vox’s mind wander to the feast prompt with a shudder. Perhaps he’d felt cared for during the doll prompt, but that feeling of hunger from Alastor he’d experience that day was unparalleled. If being treated like a doll made Vox feel cared for then, being snacked on made him feel sexually desired. Perhaps it wasn’t the same, maybe some wires were crossed for the both of them, but watching Alastor take a bite of his thigh…

 

“Oh!”

 

The tail slipped in smoothly, and Vox’s chest was heaving with the weight of his own fantasies.  Tilting his screen towards the bayou he saw Alastor’s shadow grinning maniacally at him from a wall near the entrance. With heavy limbs Vox slipped out of the bed and pulled on the lace jockstrap trying to effectively cover his half hard dick. The TV demon gave a little stretch doing a couple of lunges on his way towards the forested area, aware that he was about to exert his body in a very different way than his arousal was expecting. 

 

He ran his finger across the shadow still stuck to the wall, with a smirk. “Hope you catch me this time, sir.”

 

Picking up the gun Vox raised it in the air and pulled the trigger. 

 

Confetti and a flag with the word bang popped out, calling the shadow off the wall. It bubbled up from the ground, spitting out Alastor’s body which was dressed in burgundy safari attire. The pants flared a bit at the hip and thighs before tucking into calf high leather boots. A leather belt with a skull buckle was cinched around a thin waist, holding together a burgundy vest which was adorned by pockets on the chest. A white shirt was unbuttoned at the throat showing off a bright red cravat with a black brooch clipped to it. The sleeves of the shirt were pushed up to reveal black leather gloves cuffed at the wrist.

 

Vox licked his lips, digital smile shining bright as Alastor took a steady step closer. Black boot crushing the soft marshy grass underfoot. Red eyes were focused on him, sharp smile wide.

 

“Well dear, it’s not a hunt if you don’t run. I thought you wanted a head start.”

 

“Yeah I did before I realized what a shit hunter you are.” Vox crossed his arms over his chest unmoving, heart beating hard with every step Alastor took towards him.

 

“Oh but we were in public last time. You don’t really think I wouldn’t catch you in my own territory.” Alastor rushed forward and with a cocky grin Vox winked at him before zappinging into the nearest camera. He rematerialized onto the branch that the camera was nestled into.

 

“I hope you do, but I'm not that confident.” Vox teased and jumped down from the branch when a tentacle lashed out towards him splitting the tree and breaking the camera. It was slightly uncomfortable for Vox to run, but soon the intrusive tail became a pleasurable afterthought as adrenaline coursed through his veins. This chase was a lot more exciting then the one they had in the hedge maze, perhaps because the stakes were higher. He darted between trees, and jumped over small patches of swamp water. Occasionally looking over his shoulder to see Alator stalking toward him patiently. The familiar sound of drums emanated from the radio demon, adding to the thrill of the hunt. The terrain of the swamp was more difficult and Vox was actually grateful to be barefoot, considering how wet and slippery part of the ground was.

 

Vox stumbled thinking his foot would hit ground but instead sunk into soggy swamp land. Alastor chuckled behind him, using his tentacles like a heron stilting through a reservoir. Vox sloshed through the waters, Alastor closing the gap between them quickly.

 

“Careful kitten, I’m not the only predator out here. I suggest you stay out of the water.”

 

Crawling onto semi solid ground the media overlord looked around for another camera, another possible escape. However all he saw were two reptilian eyes looking back at him through a fringe of cattails. “Of course you’d have fucking gators in your magic swamp.”

 

Alastor dropped down onto his own feet, smiling wide as he walked slowly towards Vox. The TV demon’s fans were running on high speed, body flushed with exertion and his heart pounding with anticipation. He licked his lips though there was no need to moisten the digital facsimile of a mouth. The radio demon’s pace increased and Vox took a step back with a small gasp. His eyes grew wide with panic knowing that if he took another step back he would fall into the water. Even though he logically understood that he was not in any danger his body continued to pump out cortisol and adrenaline. He found himself frozen in his spot, watching Alastor stalk closer, hand shaking with the need to move, and the desire to be caught.

 

The radio demon looked magnificent with a predatory and confident smile splitting his face. His eyes narrowed threateningly and radio waves pulsed out from him grabbing Vox by the antenna. A small whimper left the TV demon’s lips as the beat of the drum was drowned out by sounds of bones cracking and flesh ripping. Vox’s breath came in quickly and he lowered himself to his knees.

 

“That’s right darling, submit.” Alastor’s voice was distorted yet gleeful, relishing seeing Vox bow before him. 

 

“Do you think I’m trapped, sir?” Vox breathed out eyes as wide as his own smile.

 

“You’ve run yourself into a corner, kitten, and I can’t wait to get a taste.” 

 

Vox laid his hand out flat against the wet grass. “I’m sorry sir, but you’re surrounded.”

 

Alastor laughed. “By what? Your desperation?”

 

“No, salt water.” Just as the words left Vox’s mouth realization dawned on Alastor and he shot himself up on his tentacles. Bright blue electricity sparked towards the radio demon and clashed with the green glimmer of his shadow magic.

 

With a frustrated growl Alastor dropped himself onto Vox who was too slow to scramble away.

 

“Stop fighting!” The redhead commanded, and the submissive part of Vox wanted to give into that demand. Vox was slammed onto his back, his tail pressing into him and making him whimper. Clawed hands grappled with one another. 

 

“Make me!”

 

“You’re favorite phrase.” Alastor laughed, attempting to pin Vox using only his own natural strength. “You insufferable little brat!”

 

The demon was strong even without his magic and Vox’s arms shook as he tried to hold up Alastor’s body weight. The redhead leaned in with a smile and a crazed look in his eyes.

 

“You look absolutely breathtaking flat on your back in my hunting grounds.” Alastor purred, nails digging into the back of Vox’s hands. The TV demon flinched fluorescent blood dripping from the prick of red claws. “I want you to scream, dear. Will you scream for me?”

 

“Give me something worth screaming about!” Vox grunted and kicked Alastor off him, flipping quickly onto his belly. He pushed himself onto all fours and crawled away before attempting to get to his feet. He was quickly shoved down by a harsh hand cutting into his shoulder and pinning him. The edge of his screen dug into the soft earth underneath him. He could try another flash of electricity but before he could even think of what to do next, teeth sunk into the junction of his neck and shoulder. 

 

“Fuck!” Vox tried to get free but he was trapped by Alastor’s body weight pushing down on him. Static was already popping off on his screen as he moaned, his body shaking with adrenaline. Alastor shook his head, teeth digging in deeper like a lion trying to still its struggling prey, and the overwhelming urge to submit grinded Vox’s processing power to a halt. No longer was he thinking about how to get out from under Alastor, but rather how he could get the demon to devour him.

 

Vox arched his back, ass up in the air screen pressed flat to the grass. Luckily he had no nose he needed to breathe with, instead taking air in through his side vents. Hands roamed his body nails tracing bloody lines down his back and the side of his rib cage. The pads of fingers traced over the protruding ribs like a xylophone. Drawing out muffled moans and sighs as pain mixed with pleasure. Alastor's claws scratched at the back of his casing and he yanked the screen up, bending Vox’s neck at a painful angle. Causing the fresh bite wound to bleed profusely.

 

“Nghn!” Vox bit his lips, and Alastor’s hand groped for the volume buttons on the side of his head.

 

“I want to hear you.” Alastor’s voice was a static gravel that sent a shudder down Vox’s spine. A tongue licked at a port on the back of his head. The electric pop making Vox jolt in surprise.

 

“Yes, sir.” He moaned obediently, keeping his head up as red fingers let go of him. Tongue still tracing the rim of a dock. Antenna sparked needly just as desperate to be filled by Alastor as Vox was. The TV demon pushed his hips back, tail connecting with Alastor’s crotch and jostling the plug.

 

“Oh, fuck!” His voice was a bit louder and the sound obviously exciting the radio demon as teeth sunk back into the tender flesh of his bleeding shoulder. Hips drove forward with harsh and powerful thrust humping against Vox and forcing the butt plug to move inside of him. Blue claws ripped at grass tearing up the earth beneath them, as Vox moaned desperately wishing Alastor’s cock was inside him instead of that stupid tail. 

 

“Yes! Yes, fuck me!” Vox sobbed, pushing his hips back, head dizzy as sharp teeth tore at his flesh.

 

“Aahhh!” The scream was ripped from him along with a piece of his shoulder. Vox’s body was shaking, going into shock from blood loss as Alastor continued to rut against him like an animal. 

 

“I want to see…please, sir… I want you to enjoy… fuck!” Another bite this time higher up his neck. His head was swimming, the feeling of pain intensified as Alastor tore away another chunk. Blood was spreading rapidly over the grass. The soft ground too saturated with swamp water to be able to absorb the fluorescent liquid spilling from Vox’s neck.

 

A simple push to his raised hips sent the TV demon toppling over onto his side. It was agony but he was able to tilt his head to see Alastor’s dick straining against burgundy pants, blood smeared on his face swallowing the piece of meat he’d just taken from Vox.

 

“Your flesh is just as sweet as I remember.” Using Vox’s injured shoulder the radio demon turned him fully onto his back.

 

“Urgh! Fuck!” The pain radiated through his body. Vox was gasping for air as Alastor leaned back down, running his tongue over the gaping wound on his shoulder, pressing his erection against Vox’s own as they slid together. The TV demon wrapped his legs around Alastor’s waist rolling his hips up like he had so desperately wanted to do last time the radio demon humped against him in his blood lust. He knew there was something broken in him, that there was something wrong in the way the pain excited him. Something twisted in how he felt so alive, so wanted…so loved because he was being consumed.

 

“I want to be sweet for you. I want you to enjoy having me.” The words spilled out of his mouth in a drunken mess. His vision was glitching and internal error messages warned him that he was losing too much blood. Alastor’s hand caressed the side of his screen, his bloody smile almost reverent as he licked his lips, leaning down to press a kiss against Vox’s mouth. Pain scratched at Vox’s nerves like cat claws as he strained his injured neck to try and deepen their kiss. His tongue slipped into Alastor’s mouth, who allowed the intrusion with an eager moan of his own. Two tongues twined around one another, trying to push past each other, a small fight Vox was all too willing to lose. Blood and saliva dripped onto the glass of Vox’s screen, and blue stained fingers grabbed onto him pulling him closer. It hurt so much, but it felt so good. He never wanted this torture to end. Hips kept moving against each other, but Vox’s legs started going numb. He wanted to keep hurting, and he wanted Alastor to keep hurting him. To finally have the radio demon physically rip out his heart and eat it. Vox wanted to watch, just so he could see Alastor finally accept his heart in some way.

 

“So good for me. Such a complex flavor.” Alastor whispered against his screen and Vox sobbed. He tried to stifle the sound but it was too late, sensitive ears flicked toward him. Cyan eyes looked up and blood soaked fingers brushed at the pixelated image of tears on the TV’s screen. They weren’t real, not in the sense that they could be wiped away, but the emotions behind them were. The gesture was so sweet and it hurt. Vox’s heart ached with every beat. It thumped against his chest with longing, pushing out sacrificial blood all in the hopes of keeping Alastor’s attention. In the hopes of enticing the cannibal above him.

 

“P-please…Al…” His voice was dying, fading in and out, stuttering and glitching. “L-love me.”

 

Alastor’s hand pressed over Vox’s mouth and the pressure warped the display with rainbow pixels. “Shut up.” 

 

Red eyes glowed and tentacles came out to wrap around Vox’s thighs and legs to help the movement of their hips going, despite Vox’s weakness. The radio demon breathed harshly above him, eyes glowing menacingly, hips still moving though Vox could no longer feel the pleasure of fabric running over his sensitive cock. All he could feel was pain and hunger. He wanted to share in Alastor’s hunger but he knew it was different. That neither of them would ever be satisfied like this. The hand on his screen moved, brushing against the bleeding wound that was trying to heal. Fingers dug into weeping flesh.The TV demon didn’t even have the energy to flinch. “Shut up and don’t say such asinine things you stupid whore!”

 

“Al…” He groaned, eyes getting heavy screen fading. 

 

“You know better!” Alastor’s antlers cracked branching out like the many cracks Valentino had left on Vox’s screen. Despite his anger or maybe because of it, Alastors hips kept moving. Alastor closed his eyes, a shudder visibly shaking his body. Vox gasped when teeth punctured the other side of his neck.

 

“Ahhhh!” He could feel every piece of muscle rip away from his bones, and it felt so good. It felt amazing to have Alastor on top of him, to see such emotion from him, to have all that anger and pain directed at him. The media overlord moaned helplessly and went completely limp.

 

“Vox?” Alastor’s voice sounded so far away. “Vox, can you give me a color?”

 

“Gg-ggg-gggrrr.” He was glitching and it felt so frustrating to not be able to speak properly. To tell Alastor to keep touching him, to keep looking at him. To keep wanting him. To keep consuming him. He tried to flash the color green on his screen but a warning alarm vibrated in his head. He didn’t have the energy, his body was shutting down all unnecessary functions to conserve power. 

 

The sound of music graced Vox’s antenna and strange symbols surrounded Alastor.

 

“Look at me.” Vox tried his best, but the dimming of his screen was washing the world in desaturated color and film grain. The quality of his eyesight was dropping and the world was starting to look like the movies he had watched while alive. The warm feeling of nostalgia embraced him along with Alastor’s arms. The radio demon cupped the back of Vox’s head and his uninjured shoulder. “Stay awake and look at me.”

 

“Yyy-yes…ss-ss-ir.” It was a promise Vox wouldn’t be able to keep for long as his body shut down his limbs and redirected his energy toward healing the gaping wound at his neck. Music continued to play, an eerie melody and there was a sharp pain in his shoulder. A green glow caught his attention and he was startled to see a small poppet stitching him up. The creature giggled and cut the magic string. Before Vox could register anything else Alastor’s voice caught his attention again.

 

“It’s very important that you look at me, dear.” The radio demon said sternly and Vox did as he was told. “Til the count of three. Can you do that?”

 

Vox felt dizzy as he nodded his head weakly. He stared into glowing red eyes. He wanted to be lost in those eyes forever. He felt so happy, so tired, but so happy. He briefly wondered why Alastor had stopped eating him. Vox wanted to be consumed. To be devoured by that mouth…by those eyes. There was a shift in the lighting but Vox kept eye contact, praying that those eyes would look at him and see.

 

“I..I-I lo-uh-vvvvvvvvve y-you” Another error message warned him that his fluids were low, despite the fact that the bleeding had slowed. His body needed power to regenerate his blood. So a helpful little pop up instructed him to eat something. All the messages and pop ups were so distracting and the TV demon felt confused. He just wanted to look into Alastor’s eyes uninterrupted.

 

“Start counting for me, dear.”

 

“One.” Something dark wrapped around them, the room going black the only light coming from the dials replacing Alastor’s pupils.

 

“Two.” Vox suddenly felt weighless

 

“Three.” The plush softness of Alastor’s bed enveloped him. Alastor’s face hovered above him, looking absolutely beautiful in black and white. He imagined if the demon had ever been on the silver screen instead of on the radio he would have been a heartthrob. He thought for a moment that he was being an idealist. Someone like Alastor would never have been given the role of romantic interest. No, not in the time Alastor was alive. Not in any movie Vox would have seen in the theaters on his side of town. And wasn’t that a shame. To be limited to playing only the parts society saw fit for you. And wasn’t it ironic that there was more freedom to be gained in hell than on earth.

 

It was tragic, because despite it all Alastor would made a wonderful heartthrob. The type of guy that delivered lines like Sidney Poitier.

 

“I’m not sure of myself in so many ways.”

 

Vox was tired, so tired. He had one day a month to be with Alastor. To pretend he was still a man. To be loved. 

 

He did feel loved, as his vision started to tunnel. He felt loved as a hand touched his screen, and he saw Alastor’s mouth move, worry etched into his brows though not reflected in his smile. He felt loved as the radio demon pulled him close and darkness consumed him completely.

 

Notes:

Here we are the chapter that traumatized us all.

Chapter 11: Primal Bonus Comic

Notes:

This was originally posted on my old social medias for the one year anniversary of this fic. Warning graphic depictions of violence and blood, plus nudity.

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Chapter 12: Interference

Very few people in hell have ever seen Alastor lose his composure. He was sure to retreat if he felt the overwhelming shaking of unease and fear take over his body. He always smiled, always appeared in control, and always played the part of unphased, unpredictable overlord. But you never know what’s truly behind a smile. Alastor paced the room, hands buried into his hair, teeth clenched. Vox lay on the bed neck stitched together with magical green string, and covered by bandages. It wasn’t necessary, it’s not like his body wouldn’t heal. It’s not like a sinner could permanently die from a torn jugular. It's not like Alastor had killed him permanently. It’s not like Alastor hadn’t watched people die a thousand times before. It wouldn't even have been the first time he’d killed a man during sex. Yet here he was walking the length of his bedroom at a complete loss as to what to do.

 

He didn’t want Vox to wake up, he couldn’t handle it. The fucking idiot had asked to be loved, and told Alastor he loved him. The fool! He knew better! Why was he doing this? Why was Vox stupid enough to repeat the same damn mistake! And after Alastor had so generously allowed him to expand the deal against his better judgment!

 

The radio demon halted in his tracks. The deal! God they would have to talk. If Vox woke up they’d have to talk about what happened, about what he’d said. Alastor desperately didn’t want him to wake up, yet at the same time his heart ached with the thought that he’d killed Vox. He ran over to the bed and looked at the black screen, no loading bar had appeared yet. Probably because Vox had died. Alastor had killed him and it would take longer for him to reboot, to revive. Which was fine because that meant that Alastor could do what he always did after killing someone. 

 

Get rid of the body. 

 

Frantically Alastor snatched up all the articles of clothes Vox had tossed about the room. The radio demon snapped his fingers and his mic floated towards him from whatever corner it had been resting in. It hovered behind him as he collected a pinstripe jacket and blue slacks. It played a soothing melody, a balm on Alastor’s frayed nerves. The sweet sound of instrumental jazz filled the room and the radio demon went about doing what he did best, burying his emotions.

 

Vox’s body was cold and the usual mechanical sounds of life couldn’t be heard. No fans attempting to cool an overheated body, no heart pounding like the swing of pendulum. No breath being inhaled, no words spoken. Just a black screen and a limp body. Alastor pulled the tail out of the TV demon and slowly started to dress him. Bloody hands were shaking and  Alastor found it nearly impossible to button Vox’s shirt. It was so white and prestian like the shirt his mother had been buried in, and his bloody hands were ruining it.

 

“Fuck!” Alastor stepped back and grabbed his staff which was still playing music, using magic he completed the task of dressing Vox. He then picked up the body, which felt too heavy in his arms. The body he had carried so many times while unconscious now dragged down by the weight of death. Vox’s head fell back, exposing the bandages and making his neck crack. The TV screen hung at an unnatural angle and if Vox’s heart would have still been beating his neck wounds would surely have reopened and started saturating the clean bandages. Closing his eyes Alastor called up a portal to sink into. The darkness felt comforting, and familiar. It didn’t judge him in death just as it hadn’t judged him in life. Sadly comfort was soon replaced by unease when the many disembodied eyes turned towards him as he hurled through the aether. They looked at the cargo he carried and green strings reached towards Vox like vines consuming a decrepit building.  

 

“No!” Alastor adjusted the body in his arms. “He’s not one of you. He wasn’t killed by an angelic weapon, he’ll come back!”

 

A deluge of screeches and wails echoed through the shadow realm and Alastor pinned his ears down. The torn apart souls were angry at their fate and the denial of another companion, but Vox was his. Vox belonged to Alastor and he wouldn't let the shadows have him. More green stitches appeared and the realm seemed to be losing its structure. Time and space ripping, and falling into chaos, demanding a sacrifice Alastor was unwilling to give. His hand clung tightly to the helpless body in his arms, and his smile stretched wide, his own green stitching appearing like the flashing of fangs from a poisonous snake. Still the wailing continued, and strings stretched towards him, he could feel his spine cracking as he hunched over Vox’s body protectively. In the end  Alastor was forced to exit the shadows. He hit the orange tiled floor of a Vtower corridor hard, bracing the fall with his shoulder, cupping Vox’s twisted body to his chest. He pulled the TV demon close to him, tilting his screen up and a sudden sense of relief flooded him when the screen flickered and a loading bar appeared. The demon’s neck had more structure to it like the muscles had regenerated enough to keep the heavy screen upright. Red claws caressed the blank face with unacknowledged sentiment. The relief Alastor felt soon vanished when the bar started filling, giving him an estimated time of ten minutes until Vox rebooted. Claws scratched at the glass in frustration, heart torn between wanting Vox to wake up and be ok, and not wanting to be there for the fall out. Flinging the body over his shoulder Alastor got to his feet with a grunt. 

 

Posters plaster the walls of the corridor he found himself in, all of them depicting images of Vox, with various products and a wide array of charming smiles. Alastor grimaces but moved forward. He had to find Valentino. He’d never explored Vtower beyond Vox’s apartment and office, but he knew each Vee had their own space usually announced by a narcissistic hallway filled with pictures of themselves. All he had to do was find pictures of that eleven foot tall idiot and the stench of smoke.

 

 Alastor didn’t want to go to Valentino, it felt very much like surrender, but the radio demon had no other choice. He had to make sure that Vox wouldn't wake up alone. That there would be someone there to hold him, to help him feel safe. It just couldn’t be Alastor, so it had to be Valentino. He was supposed to be Alastor’s buffer. He was supposed to love Vox, so that silly little picture box wouldn’t  fall for him again.

 

“Love me.”

 

Fucking useless!  Alastor threw Vox’s body onto the ground with a frustrated growl. Valentino was useless! He couldn’t fuck Vox well enough to stop the overlord form begging for the deal to be reinstated, and now he couldn’t even love the demon well enough to distract him from wanting Alastor. Worst of all every time Alastor thought about Vox being with Valentino he felt so nauseous, and he hated it. 

 

“ But do you want to live without him?”

 

It didn’t matter what he wanted. Red eyes glanced at the crumpled body on the tile before him, loading bar nearly full. It didn’t matter what he wanted, because this is what happened when he cared. He was a killer, a murder and any intense emotion led to death. The only person Alastor had truly and unconditionally loved in his human life had ended up dead by his own hands. He was cold, he was heartless, and he would never be enough. Whatever fancy word Rosie used to try and justify his lack of interest in sex didn’t change the fact that he was broken. That he hadn’t fit in on earth, and found no relief here in hell. It was better to feel nothing, to simply be entertained. The narrator of a story rather than the actor. That had been his mistake, he’d picked up that script again with Vox. The day the media overlord had requested he play the part of husband he’d picked up that damned script again! The script of lover, and he’d done all the same things that he knew would never satisfy. Packing a lunch. Playfully rebuffing  his partners sexual gratification with the chastity prompt. Adding simplicity and ease to his partner’s life by picking out clothes for him with the doll prompt. Buying gifts, leaving homemade treats, all of these things he’d done before, and he knew better. Just like Vox should have known better. 

 

Those things hadn’t been enough for Mimzy. How many times had he protected her? Cooked for her? Gotten her stunning dresses and shown her off at a dance hall? It hadn’t been enough, because no matter how many times he’d bailed her out of her own mess to his own determent, he didn’t fuck her after in some display of romanticized dominance. It didn’t matter how many times he’d cooked for her because she’d just call him a pansy and say the reason he didn’t want to make love after dinner was cause he wanted to fuck some guy. All the gifts, all the care, all the time he had wasted, had never been enough for her, and here he was falling into the same pattern with Vox. It would all lead to the same place. Down the same road of dissatisfaction.

 

Alastor laughed, falling down next to the body that was reviving. The body he had killed, just like he’d killed his mom, whom he loved more than anything, to put her out of her misery as she died of tuberculosis. Alastor looked at his hands. There was a small tremor running through them and he kept laughing. He looked at fingers that could easily wrap around a neck and choke the life out of someone he cared about, but couldn’t give a tender touch to save his life. Alastor could hurt Vox, and he knew the demon wanted to be hurt. That's what made their arrangement work. That's what made it entertaining, because Vox got sexual gratification from pain. Pain was the only thing Alastor could provide, and Vox loved it. 

 

That was the issue…Vox loved it.

 

Vox loved the pain. He loved it seven years ago, and hadn’t stopped loving it. He’d replaced the pain he’d received from Alastor with Valentino. Hurting himself in a new way, but it wasn’t the same. Vox wanted to be hurt by Alastor…he wanted to eat cake with him. Why did it have to be him? Why of all the broken people in hell was Vox so hung up on him? The sad part was that the reinstatement of their deal only proved that no matter how much Alastor hurt him, Vox would always come crawling back. He would always push, and demand more. Vox always strived to get what he wanted no matter how stupid of an idea it was.

 

The one major vice the media overlord had was his ambition. It annoyed Alastor to no end, and was why he enjoyed the control Vox gave him once a month. To have a man with that much pride and ambition submit to you was always entertaining. Still the TV demon’s greed led him to repeating the same mistakes. He should have known better. Alastor had warned him so many times. He should have known better than to say those damned words again! Vox always wanted more, always wanted to push, always begging, always pleading for Alastor to step outside of his comfort zone. Though this time around he seemed more aware of Alastor’s boundaries, which the radio demon greatly appreciated. If Alastor was perfectly honest Vox didn’t push as much as he had seven years ago. The conversation they had at the cafe seemed to hint to Vox’s openness to…to what? A passionless relationship? 

 

Alastor laughed at the thought of the greedy media overlord ever being satisfied by what Alastor had to offer. Sure Alastor had made some compromises. He indulged Vox’s desire for penetrative intercourse a lot more than he previously had. But fucking the TV demon seemed to satiate him. Maybe that had been his mistake. Alastor had indulged Vox too much and then that idiot went and said those cursed words again!

 

“I love you.”

 

A sudden gasp breached the silence of the hallway, derailing Alastor’s train of thought. Gulping intakes of air came from beside the radio demon who sat perfectly still, shoving down his own urge to hyperventilate. He’d failed at getting Vox to Valentino. Failed at ridding himself of the burden of dealing with the TV demon’s emotions. Surely he’d be panicked and confused, most sinners where when they revived, despite the inability to die. So Alastor would have to play the part of comforting partner because he’d failed to locate the idiot moth who buffered nothing, and was absolutely useless. Alastor’s smile stretched across his face, eyes dull with exhaustion, ready to play the part.

 

“A-al…?” The voice that called to him was so weak it glitched on the single syllable of his nickname. With his strained smile perfectly in place  Alastor turned towards Vox, who’s screen held an exhausted display. A blue clawed hand reached out to him, and Alastor flinched the role of comforter crumbling underneath the attempted touch.

 

“It’s ok.” Vox’s voice was more steady but the volume was still low. “I’m ok.”

 

Alastor laughed loudly as if to drown out his own thoughts. The sound echoed in the hallway and pierced his sensitive ears. How ridiculous it was to have Vox be the one comforting him. “I don’t fucking care!”

 

“I’m ok, Alastor.” Vox sat up, and the radio demon buried his hands in his hair again, ears pinned back and huffs of laughter falling between the gaps of clenched teeth. 

 

“I'm ok.” Vox repeated his voice becoming louder, more steady, more alive.

 

“I said I don't care!” Alastor screamed, elbowing Vox in the ribs as the other overlord came to circle his arms around him. Alastor’s thrashing didn’t deter him, and Vox’s arms only tightened the harder Alastor fought. “I don’t fucking care!”

 

A spark of electricity at his cheek grabbed Alastor’s attention and he glared at Vox, about to tell him again that he didn’t care, that this wouldn’t work, that this had to end, but then a sudden calmness came over him. Alastor found himself taking a deep breath and staring into the swirl of Vox’s eye.

 

“I’m safe. I’m ok, and so are you.”

 

“Don’t…you know better.” Alastor said softly. A clawed hand came up to tangle in Alastor’s hair. It felt so good, having those fingers snag on thick coarse strands. It felt good looking into those hypnotic eyes.

 

“I do. I know better. So we’re just going to forget I said anything, ok?” The black and red swirl of Vox’s eyes was so enticing, Alastor’s smile relaxed, his mind wanting to desperately grab hold of the excuse being offered to him.

 

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Alastor’s eyes looked at him, beautiful ruby orbs now tainted by his hypnosis. His skin was warm under Vox’s hand, cheek wet with tears Alastor would never admit to having shed. It was confirmation that he had to continue with what he was doing. It hurt, it hurt so bad to finally see, to finally understand what was behind that smile. Alastor cared, Alastor loved him but for whatever reason the radio demon wouldn't allow himself to feel it. He wouldn’t admit to it, putting up a defense of heartlessness so he wouldn’t have to face it. So he could keep smiling. If that’s what Alastor wanted, then Vox would help keep his mask in place.

 

It was his job as Alastor’s sub to make sure he felt confident, and strong.

 

The TV demon’s memory had come back like a massive download when he rebooted. He was able to watch the interaction, relive his own death without the sensations and emotions. He heard himself beg Alastor to love him, saw the intense emotion on the radio demon’s face. Saw him fading to black and white as Vox attempted yet again to express his love, high off the concoction of hormones and adrenaline he’d felt. Alastor had made him feel so safe, so cared for, so loved, all while dying. He remembered the attempt at wiping away pixelated tears, he remembered the fear fueled anger as Alastor yelled at him to shut up. To stop speaking the truth. The truth of the feelings they both held.

 

“You panicked, you saw that I was bleeding too much and you panicked. All you remember me saying is green. I said green. I consented. You remember that don’t you Alastor? I said green.”

 

The redhead nodded dumbly. “But I…Valentino.”

 

Vox tried not to let his confusion disrupt his hypnosis.  He held on tightly to Alastor’s face, of course it wouldn’t be easy to make him forget. Alastor had the strongest will of anyone Vox knew. “You panicked, you tried to stitch me up, but I was still dying. I consented, always remember that. I consented to die in your arms, Alastor. I said green. Do you remember that?”

 

“I…panicked….Valentino…”

 

Vox growled in frustration not understanding why Alastor was hung up on Valentino of all people. “You brought me to Vtower. You panicked. I said green. My color was green, do you remember?”

 

“You…said…”

 

“All I said was green. The only thing I said was please, because I wanted you to keep going. When you asked me about my color as I was bleeding out, I said green. I consented, do you remember?”

 

“You…”

 

Claws pierced ashen skin, willing Alastor to just accept this lie. Accept Vox’s help. He regretted having said those stupid little words in the heat of the moment, he regretted breaking Alastor like this. He wanted that confident smile back, that sharp tongue. He didn’t need to hear sweet nothings, he didn’t need Alastor to admit to loving him, not if it hurt the demon this much. Maybe one day things would change. Maybe there was still a chance of an illusion, of playing this long game, of easing Alastor into these emotions, but for now Vox would just hold on to his pain. What was another seven years of longing? What was another seven years of heartbreak? At least this time Alastor would be by his side, at least this time he wouldn’t run away. This time Vox would help his dom avoid his feelings. He’d be a good boy, and ensure Alastor would stay by his side. Red drops of blood pricked up from the tip of blue claws digging into Alastor’s cheek. 

 

Vox wasn’t going to let him go, he’d make sure that this time he’d stay!  “I said green Alastor! Do you fucking remember?!”

 

“You…yes…you said green.”

 

“That’s right Al, I said green. I consented, you remember that right.” Vox laughed with relief, happy that the stubborn redhead was finally giving in. That this could be salvaged, that they could spend time in each other's arms and talk about what happened tonight without the burden of any, I love yous hanging in the air. Alastor would stay, and he’d give Vox his prompt and they’d meet again next month. Vox would reach out to him, they’d meet up for a date, and on Tuesday Vox would submit like he always did, because he loved Alastor and Alastor loved him. They didn’t need to say it. Vox just needed Alastor to stay with him, to be with him, to continue their deal. 

 

“Yes, you said green…I panicked. I brought you to Vtower…because….?”

 

“Because you panicked.”

 

“But…”

 

Vox wracked his brain for some sort of excuse. He had no idea why Alastor would bring him here, but he kept staring into swirling eyes forcing false memories into the mind of the demon he loved. “You panicked and thought hooking me up to my power source would help me survive. But I died. I died but I’m ok, I’m safe. I consented. Remember? I said green.”

 

“You said green.” Alastor nodded, and Vox sighed in relief.

 

“Good, you remember.”

 

“Yes…you said green.”

 

“Did I say anything else?”

 

Eyebrows furrowed together in thought and Vox held his breath. “No…you just said green.”

 

“That's right, Al, I just said green.” Vox touched his screen to Alastor’s forehead, eyes still swirling. He smiled hands still cupping Alastor’s face, bringing him close. He did his best to plant a kiss on those full lips. “All I said was green.”

 

He let go of the radio demon’s face and pulled away, his smile fading to a look of sad indifference as he prepared himself to play the role of sinner back from temporary death. He let his hands rest around Alastor’s neck, toying with a few loose strands of hair before tracing the surprisingly soft shaved nape of his neck. Alastor’s eyes swirled for just a minute more before he blinked.

 

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Alastor opened his eyes to see sad cyan eyes staring back at him. “I’m ok.” Vox breathed out.

 

“I…” Alastor wanted to reiterate that he didn’t care but somehow that didn't matter anymore. Why would he have to yell at Vox that he didn't care? He was relieved that the TV demon seemed alright, that he wasn’t too emotional despite what Alastor had done. Red eyes glanced to the side, unable to hold contact with cyan ones, not after having seen the life fade out of them. “I’m glad, we should get you hooked up to a power source.”

 

Vox smiled at him brightly. “It’s ok, really, I just need to eat something.”

 

The radio demon nodded in understanding, getting to his feet and extended a hand. Finding it easier to play the part of supporter than dwell on the fact that things had gotten out of hand. They would have to talk about this, after all Alastor had agreed to an extended aftercare session from now on. This new part of the deal would be hard, but he would try for Vox’s sake, he owed him that much after literally tearing his throat out. A small pang of regret entered Alastor’s mind as he remembered what else he had agreed to. Extended contact and a second monthly meeting. At the time the TV demon had pitched the idea it didn’t seem so bad, but now reality was setting in. The reality that Alastor was getting too close, that he was losing control. Red eyes glance discreetly at Vox’s bandaged neck as the two made their way down the hall to the apartment. He would be expected to give Vox his prompt too.

 

Alastor looked at his hands remembering his attempt to button up Vox’s shirt. Blood had dried to a dark purple, clinging to his skin and hiding under his nails. What could he possibly ask for? What prompted could he give that wouldn’t tear him or Vox  apart? How could they possibly continue like this?

 

“Al?” Vox looked at him with a worried smile, he hadn’t even noticed he’d stopped walking. Alastor felt sick as he looked at Vox’s bright screen, and remembered how that light had slowly faded.

 

“I can’t.” Hands started shaking. “I can’t.”

 

“No, no, no, Al, I’m ok. I said green, remember? We’ll talk about it in my apartment, come on.”

 

“What are we supposed to talk about?” Alastor laughed. “I fucking killed you! You should not have said green…you…couldn’t have.” A wave of confusion came over Alastor and he tried to recall Vox speaking the words, but all he saw was his bleeding neck. All he heard was gurgling and glitching. 

 

“But I did. I’m exhausted and starving, can we just please get into the apartment, sir?” Vox looked tired, and his legs trembled. He looked weak, and the pleading use of the honorific flipped a switch in Alastor. The radio demon took a calming breath putting on his stoic smile, and holding out an arm for Vox to hold on to, much like he had done after the maze chase.

 

“Quiet right, let’s get you settled.” Vox’s shoulder sagged in relief and he gratefully took hold of Alastor’s arm. They walked slowly down the rather long hallway. Vox was leaning on Alastor, slouching into his side and breathing heavily. The short walk seemed to require a level of energy the media overlord didn’t currently have.

 

“Give me a minute, I gotta catch my breath.” He gasped out, knees shaking claws holding tightly to Alastor’s arm. The radio demon let out an annoyed hum to cover his concern, stopping to let Vox take a break. The door to the apartment was just a few feet ahead of them and Alstor let out a sigh, removing Vox’s hands from his arm with some difficulty. The TV demon looked at him pleadling claws digging into his rolled up shirt sleeve. “Wait, sir, please I–”

 

“Hush.” Alastor said sternly scooping Vox up in a bridal carry. “There is no reason for you to get all worked up, you obviously don’t have the energy to spare. Honestly, I’ve spoiled you greatly if you are so entitled to my arm that you won’t let me retrieve it. Now hold on properly to my neck for support. If you want this damned after care and talking thing so badly then you’ll have to actually let yourself be taken care of.”

 

Vox relaxed in Alastor's arms and rested his screen on his shoulder, eyes closing in exhaustion as he wrapped his arms around the other. “I just thought you were going to leave.”

 

“Don’t be ridiculous. I'm a man of my word, and we made a deal, unfortunately.” Begrudgingly Alastor carried Vox into his apartment, setting him down on the couch. The lights flicked on in the room with a spark from Vox’s finger as the demon let out a sigh and relaxed into the pillows. He still looked weak, and Alastor turned abruptly away from the pale image of his face. Clasping his hands behind his back Alastor cleared his throat. “I’ll fix you something to eat.”

 

Cooking was the perfect distraction from the gut churning dread that bubbled in the pit of Alastor's stomach. Washing in hands thoroughly Alastor tried to ignore the slight tremble in his digits, lathering up with soap four times to scrub crusted blood off his hands. When his mind overlapped images of Vox’s bleeding neck with memories of Alastor's human hands wrapping around his mother’s throat he ignored them. Humming a jazzy tune and smiling contently as he turned off the water and dried his hands. He focused on the task of finding something to make Vox. He was surprised at the wide range of ingredients in Vox’s fridge and took out a jar of olives and giardiniera along with some cold cuts and cheese. Rummaging through Vox’s pantry garnered a couple of slices of sourdough and some onions. Alastor set to chopping the onions allowing his eyes to burn and tear up from the fumes. He thought of nothing but the food he was preparing, chopping up the olives and mixing everything into a bowl with a splash of olive oil and vinegar.  While the chopped vegetables soaked slices of cold cuts were stacked on top of bread along with cheese. The oven was set to preheat and the bread was slipped in to toast and have the cheese melt.

 

Alastor still had a good lay of the kitchen from when he’d played house and knew exactly where the dishes where stored. He took down a plate and two tall glasses. One glass was promptly filled up with apple juice and the other with cold water. Taking a pause to sip at the water Alastor peeked over at the couch to find cyan eyes watching him.

 

“Don’t get used to this, consider it an apology.” Alastor said begrudgingly, setting down his glass. He sighed knowing they could only avoid this conversation for so long.

 

“You don’t need to apologize. I consented. There was nothing you did that I didn’t want.”

 

Alastor raised his hand up in the air waving it as if trying to shoo away his own frustration. “It doesn’t matter if you consented, the scene went too far. I should have put a stop to it sooner I just…” Alastor couldn’t quite remember why he had been so angry at the time. Why he’d let his emotions whip up into a frenzy fueled on by bloodlust and Vox’s complete submission. Something had triggered him but everything felt hazy. Red tipped claws came up to touch the side of his temple. He remembered how good it had felt to have Vox underneath him, the taste of his blood had that unique metallic flavor Alastor enjoyed. His flesh a firmer texture and sweeter taste than most sinners. Alastor had gotten carried away sure, but it felt like something was missing. 

 

The beep of the oven drew his attention and Alastor slipped out the lightly toasted bread, cheese melted perfectly over the stack of sliced meat. Spreading the olive salad over the bare toast he assembled the sandwich and cut it in half before bringing the plate and apple juice to Vox. 

 

The TV demon happily took the plate but before he got the chance to dig in Alastor held the glass up to his lips. “Drink.”

 

The glass was held there until it was completely drained. Vox looked almost innocent as he obediently gulped down the sugary juice. Alastor fought off a fond smile trying to keep his expression neutral, trying not to show how relieved he was to see Vox moving. Alive. To see his own hands being tender and useful in the TV demon’s recovery rather than harsh and the cause of Vox’s pain.

 

“Killing you…” Alastor paused to ensure his voice was void of any emotion. “Is a hard limit for me. Do not ever allow that again, do you understand? If you feel light headed from blood loss you will signal red. Don’t ever say green again. I don’t find sacrificial lambs entertaining.”

 

“I just…” Vox took a deep breath. “You seemed to be enjoying yourself, sir, and that is not something I get to see often.”

 

“That’s the problem with eating cake.” Alastor laughed wistfully. “People want you to eat it a certain way and show your enjoyment with enthusiasm. But just because I’m not eagerly getting another slice doesn’t mean I’m not enjoying myself.” He went to refill the glass this time with water. When he returned he found Vox staring at the sandwich on his plate untouched. “Well, go on, eat. I didn’t fix that sandwich for you to just stare at it like some idiot.”

 

The command seemed to pull the TV demon out of his thoughts and he went about eating, relaxing a little. 

 

“I’ll tap out next time, but I mean I was lost in the sauce too. It felt good. I lov-liked it.” Vox looked up with uncertain eyes. “It felt amazing having you on top of me like that…focused on me. I wanted you to keep going.”

 

Alastor’s smile felt heavy as he concentrated on keeping his lips turned up. “Sometimes the things we want aren’t practical, or realistic. Sometimes they just won’t work and we have to understand our limits.”

 

There was a heavy silence in the room as both overlords retreated into their heads, avoiding acknowledging the other for a good two minutes before Vox broke the silence. “Your prompt?”

 

Alastor hummed thoughtfully coming around the couch and setting the glass of water on the coffee table. Taking a seat in an armchair he steepled his fingers in contemplation. The radio demon wanted to stay as far away from anything that would make him lose control. The past two prompts had him feeling like he wasn’t in charge. Delegated to watching or consuming. Red eyes glanced at Vox who was finishing up his sandwich with a lifted brow.

 

“Having a hard time?” A blue smirk flashed on his screen. “Can’t come up with a show? Dead air?”

 

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Unlike you I don’t sit around daydreaming about sexual fantasies, so pardon me if I can’t come up with some depravity on the spot.”

 

“We could always go back to an old favorite. Financial collapse always gets you going.” Vox teased. “Please mister radio demon sir, if I don’t get this loan I’ll lose the family farm.” The TV demon swooned dramatically.

 

Ears flicked with interest and Vox chuckled. “Groveling is always entertaining.” Alastor conceded, but he wanted some distance from pleasure or enjoyment . He thought back to their chase and how Vox hand lowered himself before using his electric powers. How he kneeled in mock submission, and then the actual submission. Ass up like some animal. 

 

Alastor’s smile spread sharply as an idea came to him. Something safe, something that needn’t be violent or sexual but that could give a thrill to Vox all the same. “I think I’d like to adopt a pet.”

 

Vox looked confused. “Um…ok but what does that have to do with anything.” Alastor raised an eyebrow at him.

 

 “Oh!” Vox sat up interested now. “Well, I think someone from the pound could contact you next week and get some information about what sort of pet you’re looking for.”

Chapter 13: Pet play Part : 1

Everyone in the hotel knew Alastor hated dogs. They were a creature used to torture him long before his death. His distrust for them was basically engrained and he saw no need to rid himself of it. Pets in general seemed like a frivolous thing to him. They had been just another mouth to feed. As a child Alastor connected with the wildlife that knew how to fend for itself rather than any domesticated creature that was too stupid to survive without human aid. The radio demon kept his smile firmly in place despite his disgust as the tiny plump pig Angel Dust kept as a pet bumped its flat little nose against his leg.

 

“Thanks for coming to fix the light, that constant flickering was given’ me a headache” Angel said, picking up Fat nuggets with one set of arms while the other rested on his hips. The radio demon spared a moment of sympathy since he’d been dealing with his own frequent headaches.

 

“Of course, we wouldn't want faulty wiring causing a fire and burning the whole hotel down, now would we?” Alastor said with a level of excitement that hinted towards the fact that he would actually find those events rather entertaining if they were to happen.

 

“Yeah…so you’ve been busy, huh?” Angel dodged a stray spark as Alastor fiddled with the wiring. The redhead pulled back after he was singed and snapped his finger in a failed magical attempt to fix the wire. He needed to actually know what was wrong with it to fix it, so he went back in pulling wires apart.

 

“Whatever do you mean?” Alastor asked in a bored tone.

 

“You’ve been out and about a lot more recently. You and Rosie got a thing going?” Angel’s face appeared close just so Alastor was sure to see his suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

 

“Rosie is a dear friend, whom I enjoy spending time with. I have always visited her, my time away from the hotel hasn’t increased any.”

 

“I don’t know, I don't see you stalkin’ around the corridors at night as often as you used to. Or botherin’ Husk at the bar.”

 

“What I do in the evening is my business.” Finally with a spark Alastor figured out the issue and conjured a whole new light fixture. “Now with this light fixed you can enjoy your evening, whatever that entails. I’m not inclined to stick my nose in other people’s business.” With an eerie smile Alastor exited the spider’s frilly room.

 

With Angel’s issue taken care of Alastor was free of his hotel obligations for the day. It had been rather peaceful of late, not even Angel had been harassed by his boss. The useless moth was probably preeoccupied not satisfying Vox. Not that  Alastor cared, Valentino was useless and of no consequence to him. It was just pleasant not to have to endure Angel’s sexual harassment due to the mistreatment he faced at his job. Overall everyone seemed to be in good spirits and it allowed for Alastor to ignore the nagging feeling of unease at the back of his mind. Two weeks ago things had gotten out of hand. Two weeks ago Alastor had killed Vox…

 

It shouldn’t really bother him as much as it did. Sure he was uncomfortable with being thrust back into the role of intimate killer and it was a game he was unwilling to play with Vox. He had made that abundantly clear, and Vox had agreed not to let it go that far again…so why was last month’s scene still bothering him so much? With an annoyed hum Alastor tried to bury that feeling of unease, instead focusing on his evening plans.

 

He had agreed to meet up with Vox this evening, per their amended deal, for a non sexual encounter. Though he was dreading the location of their date. Perhaps his evening plans didn’t serve as a suitable distraction. With a grumble he made his way to his room to pick up some things he needed for tonight’s meeting. On Alastor’s desk lay a paper that the TV demon had mailed to him after he’d gotten a call through the radio. It had been nice to communicate with Vox using the dated technology rather than the Voxtech device Alastor still had trouble operating. 

 

“So what sort of pet are you looking to adopt, Mr. Alastor, sir. Dog? They make for loyal companions. Or maybe a cat? They’re rather unpredictable. Or perhaps a bunny? They’re very cuddly.”

 

Vox’s voice had held pure professionalism, adding to the little game. It was nice, relaxing even, to play like this. Perhaps a bit childish, but relaxing in a way their roleplays had been early on, before…Alastor’s head felt dizzy and he brought his hand up to his temple, pain suddenly pounding behind his eyes. It seemed his relationship with Vox had become a literal headache, whenever he thought too deeply about it he always felt sick. Alastor thought back to his conversation with Rosie and how he’d gotten ill. It was one thing to admit that he wanted this arrangement with Vox to continue, but another thing entirely to concede to the sentimental feelings he held towards his picture box. It was a show of weakness Alastor couldn’t afford, because he knew how this would end. How any relationship he had with anyone would end. 

 

Alastor looked at his hands holding on to the filled out adoption application. He recalled the blue blood that had coated his hands last month. He just didn’t have room in his heart for tenderness. It took too much effort to play the role of sweetheart. To whisper sweet nothing, and curl up on the couch with a lover and pepper them with passionate kisses that would lead to heavy petting. He’d always felt suffocated when Mimzy lounged on him, antsy when her hands wandered with expectation. Alastor could never relax, he could never just enjoy having a slice of cake because next thing he knew it was being shoved in his face, and the sweetness made him nauseous. All that touching and fondling just didn’t seem important to him, but it held so much weight, and the absence of it always left his past lovers scorned. Though Alastor had an easier time playing the part of romantic, and even on occasion enjoyed a bit of spoiling when it came to a partner, it still felt exhausting. All those romantic gestures came with their own expectations and his true nature was never appreciated. In the end he was still wearing a mask. Any natural inclination he had towards cartaking was ruined by his cold heartedness and lack of passion. Or so he had been told, time and time again.

 

Cake and dessert  just wasn’t an important element of a meal for him, and no matter how grand of a feast he provided everyone was always disappointed when there was no dessert. 

 

Red tipped fingers gently folded the paper into a neat little square and slipped it into a breast pocket. Maybe this prompt would soothe him. Vox knew better than to focus on the sexual aspect since Alastor had explained himself after the sound prompt. So far any contact Alastor had with the other overlord was playful, fun, and perhaps a bit flirtatious but not at all sexual.

 

“I’m not really a dog person, so perhaps a cat.”

 

Alastor had no interest in pretending to care for an animal he loathed.

 

“Interesting, you strike me as a man who likes structure and for rules to be followed. Dogs are very obedient.”

 

“Yes, but with obedience comes mindlessness. I enjoy intelligence and curiosity.”

 

“Curiosity killed the cat.”

 

Vox had said the line in an almost seductive manner . As if referring to himself and his pathetic obsession with Alastor. An obsession, that last session, Vox had literally died for. Alastor pushed aside the discomfort in his stomach and took out his pocket watch. He was running just a bit late for his meeting with Vox.

 

“Yes, but satisfaction brought it back.”

**

 

Vox stood out in front of the store where he was supposed to meet Alastor. Pulling back his sleeve he noted the time, it was very unlike the radio demon to be running late. Vox fidgetted nervously with his cufflinks. It’s not like he’d dressed up for the occasion. The knitted vest he was wearing was just a new design Velvette had begged him to model and he hadn’t had time to change. Because, unlike some people, Vox had wanted to be on time. The TV demon’s foot tapped nervously, feeling oddly exposed standing in front of the store in the part of the redlight district Valentino didn’t have his hands in. He glanced over his shoulder at the neon sign that read ‘Rope Bunny’s stop and shop’’ with a moving animation of a pink bunny being whipped. It was one of the few independent stores in the Pride ring. Valentino had been unable to use his charms to buy out the meek looking rabbit sinner who owned the shop or get her to sign over her soul in some deal. Vox wasn’t inclined to get involved, having told Valentino long ago that the sex industry was his domain. In the end it made for a discreet place to meet up with Alastor without having to worry about one of Valentino’s whores snitching.

 

However, standing out in front of the store made Vox feel paranoid and exposed. He glanced at every scantily clad passer by and worried he’d be spotted. That Valentino would find out he was here in the redlight district, and that Vox would have to come up with some lie. Or worse yet that he’d have to suffer through some dissatisfying and unnecessarily rough sex to cover up the real reason he was here.

 

“Alastor!” The moment the redhead appeared in front of him, his pent up nervousness unleashed, contorting his face into an angry scowl. “What the fuck too so long?”

 

The redhead dusted off his coat as if the shadows had left soot behind. “Oh, I’m only five minutes late.”

 

“Ten.” Vox corrected.

 

“You’ve gone two weeks without my presence. Ten more minutes didn’t kill you. Now put on a smile.” Alastor taped the top of his mic against Vox’s screen. “Rejoice, I am here to indulge your depraved little desire to go shopping with me.” Red eyes glanced up at the sign behind them, and Alastor’s smile twitched. “And at a sex shop of all places.”

 

“Oh come on, you got me a tail. Not like you haven’t stepped foot into a sex store before.” Vox teased, letting the banter ease out the tension in his shoulders.

 

Alastor narrowed his eyes at him. “I order it out of a catalog like any decent fellow would.”

 

The TV demon laughed. “They still make catalogs?”

 

“Yes, you see there is a whole population of sinners with good taste, who listen to the radio and shop out of catalogs. They even attend plays, and concerts, rather than distract themselves with silly little television shows, and online shopping.” Alastor clicked his heels together grinning at Vox as he held his hands behind his back, obviously wanting to get a raise out of the media overlord.

 

Vox’s screen did flush red at the jibe but he had no good comeback, so instead he turned around and stomped into the story. “Come on, you old fossil. You’ve kept me waiting long enough.”

 

The store was rather spacious and well organized, with products filling the walls. There were collars, lingerie, toys and sections dedicated to specific kinks. Vox turned around as he heard uneasy footsteps behind him. He grinned at the jittery smile on the redhead’s face, but decided not to tease the demon about it. After Alastor’s confession during the sound prompt and their strange conversation about cake, Vox had decided to give the demon some leeway. Though he still believed the radio demon was denying himself unnecessarily, after seeing the distraught state Alastor had been in after Vox’s accidental love confession, the TV demon thought it best to just leave him be. He would ease Alastor into a relationship, and though the hypnosis provided a clean slate, Vox still had a lot of work to do if he hoped for a happily ever after. Right now the best strategy was to allow Alastor to feel safe in exploring the possibility that he could enjoy a slice of cake every now and then. Without being pressured into eating more than he desired, or having the whole table snatched out from under him when he refused.

 

Vox pointed a finger at the pet play section. “Let’s start there, sir.”

 

The honorific was added in hopes of putting Alastor at ease, to show him that he was in charge, even if Vox was more knowledgeable. It seemed to have the desired effect as the radio demon strode ahead towards the pointed out section, keeping a blank smile in place to cover up any discomfort. Vox trailed behind him like an obedient little sub, admiring the sway of Alastor’s hips as he walked forwards using his mic as a walking cane.

 

“Can I help you two find anything?” A chirpy little bunny popped out from behind one of the shelves.

 

“Not at the moment, dear, thank you.” Alastor said politely.

 

“Ok, but just to let you know we are having a sale on collars. They’re all hand made using great material, we are just trying to clear out a little before the new stock from our artisan comes in! Holler if you need anything!” With that the cheerful sinner hopped away.

 

“I don’t know how anyone in hell can be that chipper.” Vox muttered.

 

“A smile is a valuable tool!” Alastor sang happily.

 

Vox smiled brightly, genuinely glad that Alastor seemed less flustered. “Always camera ready and never in front of the camera, I see.”

 

“Mhmm, you can hear a smile in a tone of voice too, dear. Which reminds me.” Alastor reached into his coat and pulled out a folded up piece of paper. “I believe this will be helpful to you while we are shopping.”

 

Vox glanced over the filled out application, trailing absentmindedly behind the radio demon.

 

Species you are looking to adopt: Cat

 

Temperament: Mischievous

 

Vox laughed at the temperament. Not just because there were little doodles of cats and yarn balls next to the written in answer but because it was obviously a nice way of telling Vox he would appreciate a bit of bratting. Which honestly was endearing and not something he often got with Valentino. It was nice that Alastor enjoyed the occasional push back Vox gave, rather than expecting him to be a well behaved sub at all times.

 

Activities: Frankly, I don’t care. Whatever you come up with will be fine.

 

Do you have any supply for your pet: No, it’s my prompt, you make it happen.

 

Kennel or free roam: I have no idea what a kennel is, but I would think cats would roam free. Maybe catch some mice, and help Nifty keep the pests under control.

 

Training level: I feel like I should read up on this, these questions are rather odd. I do hope you won’t suddenly forget how to use the bathroom. I am not potty training.

 

 There was a drawing of a litter box next to that answer. “Geeze, Alastor, thanks soooo much for this insightful application.”

 

“You’re quite welcome.” Alastor hummed and ran his hand over a few leashes.

 

Vox’s eyes lit up. “Would you want a leash for your cat?”

 

“Oh, no, I can pull on a cat’s leash any old time.” 

 

Vox was a bit disappointed but didn’t let it show, instead scanning the aisle for anything else that might be useful. The application really hadn’t helped with any ideas of what Alastor wanted out of this roleplay. Next to the leashes were some petplay themed bondage gear. Vox’s TV head made him incompatible with any masks, or muzzles, but there were some mittens he picked up. “What about paws?”

 

Alastor turned around and looked at the leather mittens Vox was holding. “A declawed cat seems boring.”

 

“Ok.” Vox looked around at the various other things. He felt suddenly inadequate since so many of the costume pieces wouldn’t fit him. He let out an aggravated sigh.

 

“Honestly Vox, whatever you come up with I’m sure I’ll find entertaining.” Alastor stroked the soft fur of a tail. “You already have a tail thankfully, so there's not much you’d have to do.”

 

“There’s not much I can do.” Vox muttered under his breath, glaring at a round headband that held triangular ears.

 

“You’re a wonderful actor, the role of a cat surely isn’t beyond you, dear.”

 

“It’s not, but I enjoy a good costume and I’m sure you do too.”

 

Alastor followed Vox’s gaze and he laughed a bit, before leaning on his cane. “Oh dear, are you upset because none of these silly little decorations are made to fit that big head of yours?”

 

“Shut up.” Vox hissed, arms crossed.

 

“It was your idea to come here, and now you've gone and upset yourself.” Another laugh.

 

“Well pardon me for trying to fill you stupid ass prompt!  You don’t want a leash for me, and no mittens. I will barely have a costume. You’re not giving me a lot to work with here. I assume you don’t want me to just meow while you fuck me.” Alastor looked like he was holding back more laughter as he listened to Vox rant. This only made the TV head more angry. “You didn’t even take the application seriously!”

 

“I want a cat. What more do you need to know? I want a cat that’s a bit feisty, and isn’t a complete idiot. I know that last part will be hard for you, but I believe in you, kitten.”

 

“Fuck you.”

 

“Whatever costume you wear will be fine. It's not like you’ll suddenly achieve getting me all hot and bothered simply because you are wearing a set of cat ears. I don’t care what you wear, I do not feast with my eyes. Just make sure you play your role well, and I will be satisfied.” 

 

Vox did not feel reassured, in fact he felt even more self conscious. This is why Alastor had freaked out when Vox had slipped up and said he loved him. This is why he’d been rejected seven years ago. Alstor did not find him the least bit appealing and Vox shouldn't be surprised. Hell, Valentino went out to fuck beautiful people all the time to get his fix. Vox was aware that he wasn’t much to look at. He made up for that fact by be a very enthusiastic fuck. Still it stung to hear Alastor be so dismissive. “Good to know you think I’m ugly.”

 

 The TV demon picked up a pair of clip on ears wondering if he could attach them to his antenna in some way. Red tipped fingers plucked the item out of his hand and set them back on the shelf. “I did not say you are ugly, Vox, don’t put words in my mouth. If I wanted to insult you I would just come out and say it.”

 

“Al, you just said I’m no feast for the eyes.”

 

“You are hearing what you want to hear. I said that I do not feast with my eyes, and this should come as no surprise to you. There is not a single thing that you have ever worn that has filled me with lust.” Alastor seemed genuinely confused by Vox’s behavior.

 

“Just shut up, you’re not helping. Go look around while I do some shopping. Don’t want to ruin the surprise even if I’m not much to look at.”

 

Alastor’s smile set into a firm line and the air was filled with an angry buzzing only Vox could pick up on. Cyan eyes tried their best to glare threateningly but the sting of emotion at the corners probably just made Vox look pathetic. In life he had been a handsome man with a beautiful face that had captured attention well into his forties. On occasion his vanity tortured him. Just another layer of his hellish punishment.

 

Red eyes studied him, and Vox looked away so his ego wouldn’t suffer another hit. “Mhmm, you know I think being a cat suits you. I could have made you a bunny, but I chose a cat. I even got you a tail long before this idea popped into my head.”

 

“Yeah, so?” Vox huffed.

 

“Cat’s are seen as elegant and beautiful.” Alastor hooked a finger under Vox’s screen forcing the other demon to look at him. “They are athletic, sleek, intelligent and fiercely independent. I think that suits you, dear. Self depreciation however, does not suit you. Besides, degrading you is my job.”

 

Vox could feel himself buzzing and he was sure that his screen had a pink pixelated blush. Alastor let go of him with a wide smile, and for a moment Vox could pretend that he was loved. That the radio demon adored him in some strange and distant way. “I’ll let you shop. I’m sure you’ll find something wonderful to compliment your form.”

**

 

Alastor sat at the bar with a headache, staring into his untouched glass of rye. His smile was strained and seemed to only add to the throbbing at his temples. It felt like his head was being split open to reveal…he had no idea. His head simply hurt every time he thought about Vox, or about last month. The radio demon felt like he was losing control, his mind wandering to the media overlord more times than he liked. He thought about the disappointment on Vox’s face when he had called himself ugly and for some reason that expression had been painful to see. Not only because Alastor enjoyed Vox’s confident egocentrism, but because it was just another reminder of what Alastor could never give to him.

 

Sexual attraction.

 

It didn’t matter that Vox had a TV for a head and it didn’t matter what the demon wore, Alastor would never find him ravishing. He wanted to hope that Valentino could appreciate Vox’s body in this way, but the ease in which Vox had called himself ugly hinted at neglect. The moth was an absolute fool. Vox may not stir Alastor’s loins upon sight but he was beautiful in his own way. Alastor was not blind, the TV demon’s body was fit, shoulders broader than his own, limbs long and elegant, much like a cat. The redhead could appreciate the strange beauty much like someone could appreciate a work of art.

 

This appreciation had never been valued. Alastor had loved to dress Mimzy up, to see her in skirts and even trousers. He appreciated the curves of her body as much as he admired the sharp angles of Vox’s. He just didn’t lust after their bodies, and that would always disappoint. 

“ Just shut up, you’re not helping. Go look around while I do some shopping. Don’t want to ruin the surprise even if I’m not much to look at.”

Vox had come directly in contact with Alastor’s lacking and the response had been like every partner before. To shut Alastor out and send him away. He’d managed to provide some superficial comfort and elicit a blush from  the TV demon, but it was just a temporary cover up. Alastor had no problem putting on the charm and telling people what they wanted to hear. Flattery was simple. Chivalry was easy, but sincerity…The more time Vox spent with him outside of the initial deal, the more aware he'd become of Alastor’s shortcomings. It was for the best. Maybe if Vox grew frustrated with him Alastor wouldn’t have to worry about a repeat of seven years ago.

 

“What is this new torture?” A sudden stab behind his eye had Alastor groaning.

 

“Hungover before you’ve even touched your drink?” Husker asked with a scoff.

 

“A hangover would be paradise compared to this. I’ve been plagued by migraines for weeks.”

 

“Well that’s hell for ya, always some new pain in the ass.” Husk chuckled, bringing a bottle to his own lips.

 

“I’ll drink to that, old pal.” Alastor said and took a swig of his glass. Just as both demons set down their drinks the front door to the hotel burst open.

 

“I’m here!” 

 

Alastor’s ears twitched before flattening against his head. Teeth grinding, he slowly turned his head to look at the newcomer. “Mimzy, sweetheart, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

 

The plump little demon flipped her hair lifting up her suitcase and extended it towards Alastor and Husk expectantly. “Well I gave what you said some thought and figured what the hell, why not become a better person? So I’m here to be redeemed and what not. Well ain’t one of ya gonna take a lady’s bag?!”

 

Husk glanced over at Alastor with a lifted brow obviously wanting to say something but decided to busy himself by polishing some already pristine glassware. Alastor didn’t move to get up.

 

“Well this is no way to treat a guest!” The blonde marched her way up to the bar and slung her suitcase at Alastor’s feet, before pulling herself on to a stool. “Well at least get me a fucking drink to celebrate my new found morality, jeeze!”

 

“Mimzy, if you have someone on your tail—“ Alastor was unable to finish his sentence which irked him and caused his shadow to frown as it stretched along the floor.

 

“I ain’t runnin’ from no one. Is it that hard to believe that I’m actually interested in this whole operation?”

 

“Yes.” Husk said flatly, sliding over a drink which Mimzy caught.

 

“Well thanks for the endorsement!” She shot back her drink in one swallow.

 

Not wanting Mimzy to get drunk and even more mouthy Alastor slipped off his stool and grabbed his staff. His shadow picked up the flapper's suitcase. “Well come along, it wouldn't due to over indulge in spirits now that you are a reformed woman.”

 

“Whoa, baby steps there tall, dark and handsome. I ain’t becoming sober overnight! I gotta ease my way out of certain..vices.” Mimzy shimmied her way up to Alastor in a manner she probably believed was seductive. It could have very well been, but her pushed out hip and fluttering lashes did nothing for the redhead. It was at this time that a rather sleepy looking Charlie made her way down the stairs.

 

“I heard banging, everything ok?” The princess' eyes lit up when they landed on Mimzy. “You’re Alastor’s friend aren’t you?”

 

“Sure am toots, nice to see you again. Figured I’d give this whole redemption thing a shot.”

 

“Really? Oh my gosh!” Charlie bounded towards them. “Oh Alastor, it's so wonderful that you’ve been reconnecting with all your old friends and even influencing them to self-reflect!” 

 

“I assure you dear, I had nothing to do with this.”

 

Charlie ignored the radio demon instead grabbing Mimzy’s hand with an excited squeak. “Let’s get you settled in a room and I’ll go over the weekly itinerary. We try to build camaraderie and trust. The times aren’t always consistent since Angel has an odd work schedule but..”

 

Charlie went on talking a mile a minute as she showed Mimzy up the stairs, leaving Alastor holding the bag. Red eyes followed their movement with a glare and a sinking feeling. The last thing he needed was Mimzy in the flesh to remind him how much of a failure he was at maintaining intimate relationships.

 

“This isn’t good. She never shows up without wanting something.” Husk mused.

Chapter 14: Pet play part : 2

 

Everyone at the hotel (except for Charlie) assumed that Alastor was available to them twenty four seven. At the ready to solve any mild inconveniences faced by any hotel resident. It was no surprise really, neither of the two residents had any respect for Alastor’s personal boundaries. Mimzy had already taken up her role as damsel, asking Alastor to assist with anything and everything. Angel was more tolerable, but thad gone back to his flirtatious nature either because of work issues, or trying to out do Mimzy in the sexual harassment department. Vaggie felt just as entitled to Alastor’s time due to her own skepticism of his motives, and often barged in where she wasn’t welcome. As if keeping him busy would distract him from getting into the princess’s good graces and molding her to be the powerful woman she was meant to be. Husk thankfully knew better than to bother the radio demon with anything, and Nifty was endearing and could do no wrong. No matter how many times she got herself stuck in various crevices. Really Alastor spent more time keeping up with the individuals in the hotel rather than upkeeping the hotel. Which really hadn’t become taxing until Mimzy had started complaining about the mildest issues with her room. At this point Alastor was convinced the demon was causing problems herself, all in an attempt to get him alone.

 

“Alastor, could you be a doll and fix the sink in my room? The drippin’ is driving me crazy!”  Mimzy sashayed up to him in the hallway, batting her eyes and giving a wide smile. A mischievous giggle accompanied her next statement. “Maybe I can help you clean out the pipes while you’re at it.”

 

 Alastor struggled to keep the smile on his face, but turned to his friend without a single hint of annoyance. “Sorry, dear, but you see, the last Tuesday of the month is my day off. You’ll have to wait till tomorrow. I’ll put in a work ticket on your behalf come morning.”

 

Mimzy crossed her arms giving what she most likely assumed to be a seductive pout, which only made Alastor grimace. “A whole ‘nother night of listening to that sink? I ain’t gonna get any sleep. Come on, sweetie, it couldn’t possibly take more than a minute for you to fix. I promise I’ll keep my hands to myself.”

 

Red tipped fingers drumbed against the  top of Alastor’s mic. “Mhmm.” The hum held a level of annoyance he’d never directed at the curvy blonde before, and her eyes narrowed. Alastor reached into his pocket and pulled out his watch, flipping it open with an audible click and hummed again, acting as if he was actually considering Mimzy’s request.  “I'm off the clock, sweetheart, ask me again in the morning.”

 

He replaced the watch and turned on his heel to walk towards his own room, whistling along with a happy tune that emanated from his staff. Vox hadn’t contacted him about a meeting location, but simply requested that Alastor leave the Voxtech watch on in his room. He assumed that his kitten would be waiting for him and he wasn’t keen on wasting his time with a minx who thought she still had him wrapped around her finger.

 

“Alastor!” The fierce stomping of Mimzy’s feet did not cause the redhead to turn around, but when the smaller demon grabbed onto his coattail his head snapped with a crack. 

 

“I suggest you let go of me. I have plans for enjoying my evening and that doesn't include fixing your sink.” Alastor said with a calm tone and wide smile.

 

“You know you’ve gotten really big headed. What? Now that you’re in cahoots with the Princess of hell you think you’re too good for me?”

 

“Listen here Mimzy ma’am, we both know you, much like Angel, are only using this hotel to hide out from whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into. You couldn’t convince me for one second you actually want to redeem yourself. You just want me to be around for when whatever you’ve done this time comes to bite you in the ass. Believe me dear you don’t have to attempt to seduce me in order to get me to bail you out again. Frankly, I would prefer that you didn’t. Honestly, I thought you of all people would know better than to think that tactic would work on me.” Mimzy narrowed  her eyes, puffing out her chest in restrained anger, obviously not enjoying being called out, but Alastor continued on. “Now, your presence here has delighted Charlie so I am inclined to allow you to stay, but I am not at your beck and call. So I will say it again; I am off the clock and will fix your sink tomorrow, whenever I have the time. Am I making myself clear?”

 

 “Crystal.” 

 

Again Alastor turned to retreat to his own room, but Mimzy could never let sleeping dogs lie. “You can act the part of a heartless bitch, but I know better. You might be a bluenose who could never cash his checks, but you’re still all goofy for me.”

 

“I assure you darling, I can cash my checks. I simply didn’t want to deposit in your bank. The interest was just too high.” A laugh track accompanied  his exit covering up his own anger, and Mimzy’s sputtering.

 

When Alastor finally got to the door of his own room, he straightened his jacket and took a deep calming breath, assuring his smile was properly in place. He was not going to let a jab from the little blonde ruin his night. Red eyes stared down at the door handle. He’d never been a prude despite Mimzy’s words. In fact he had been open to sex far beyond his own comfort. He’d put up with demands and entitlements to his body in hope of fixing himself, or figure out why there was just never any grand appeal for him. He’d tied so many things, looking at sex and intimacy like an experiment. Tying different partners, different positions, different outfits, anything and everything to try and understand why he just didn’t care. Perhaps any other person in hell would be tempted by their ex. Any other person might set eyes on Mimzy and recognize that she hadn't changed much from  her human days, and have their loins set afire. Perhaps if he were a different man he’d fuck Vox on a Tuesday, Mimzy on a Thursday, and count himself lucky. But he wasn’t tempted. Despite still having a soft spot for the feisty little flapper.

 

He wasn’t like Vox, needing another partner to satisfy his needs. The TV demon was more than enough to keep Alastor entertained, and in many ways he was more respectful than anyone the radio demon had ever engaged with before. Even if he did have a bit of a pout over his looks two weeks ago. Though Alastor was loathed to admit it, the additions to their deal did give him a bit more time to explain himself. The talks ensured Vox knew better than to ask for anything more than Alastor was giving.

 

 A small headache suddenly pinched at Alastor’s temple. It was easily massaged away with two fingers and the redhead glanced at the door handle again with just a bit of relief.

 

He was sure that as soon as he opened the door and walked into his room, he would be greeted by a sweet little kitten that would expect nothing more from him than a bit of attention. No pretending to be enthralled by whatever outfit Vox had chosen. No put upon moans or falsification of ecstasy, just to stoke his partner’s ego. Alastor would be in control. He could just sit in his chair and relax with Vox by his side. For him that was enough, but a part of him realized that Vox probably desired more than some light petting. The TV demon wouldn’t push, he knew his place as a submissive, but still Alastor would be all too aware of what he wasn’t offering. What he didn’t feel like giving tonight.

 

He just wasn’t in the mood for eating cake. Even if Vox had baked something lovely. Couldn’t he simply enjoy the warm aroma of baked goods without being asked to partake? Without his partner being disappointed and dissatisfied? Without words being put in his mouth. Without being called a bluenose.

 

Pushing his thoughts aside and burying them in the dark corner of his mind where he usually kept these feelings. Alastor opened the door to his bedroom. At first glance the room seemed no different than how he had left it. However Alastor soon noticed the rather large pet bed next to one of the chairs by his fireplace. He walked closer to the blue fuzzy bed, but Vox was not in it. The redhead let out a curious hum glancing around the room and seeing no sign of the other demon. Apparently Vox was taking his role as a cat very seriously, and Alastor wondered if he was playing the part of a skittish little thing. 

 

“Kitten?” He called curiously cane resting behind his back with folded hands. He bent down a bit looking about the room wondering where the demon could be hiding. There weren’t a lot of spots for him to hide in. Alastor pulled out his desk chair and looked underneath to find it empty. However he did notice something as he pushed the chair back in. On top of his desk was a selection of items with one large note labeling them ‘training equipment’. There was a spray bottle with ice cubes floating in it. In front of it were directions that read, ‘use on the face only’. Next to it was a brush that said ‘body only’. Then there was one of Alastor’s felt slippers with a soft leather sole that declared it could be used on both the face and body. The radio demon chuckled at the obvious manifestation of Vox’s shoe fetish. Of course his little kitten would snag one of his slippers.

 

“Well I was expecting to come home to a new curious companion.” Alastor mused out loud. “But I suppose I’ll just wind down for the evening and relax.”

 

He grabbed the slipper and went to his bathroom where he found its companion laying on top of a pile of folded blue clothes that did not belong to him. He went into his closet and moved aside some of his clothes and still wondered where Vox could possibly be hiding. The small closet was empty besides his clothes and a few shoes. Alastor laughed a bit at himself, already entertained by Vox’s mischievous playfulness. The redhead had expected to come home to a very eager and perhaps vocal cat. He had not expected Vox to play coy of all things. Alastor busied himself with washing his face, and giving his teeth a quick brush before changing into a red and black striped nightshirt. The garment hung just above his ankles with a modest slit allowing for movement. He slid into his slippers, shuffling a little bit as his hooves got comfortably situated into the soft shoes.

 

The slippers felt just right as he shuffled past his bed, popping into place and forming around his feet awkwardly. The satisfying feeling of having the soft shoes meld around him was interrupted by a swat at his ankles. He stepped back just in time to avoid another scratch as blue claws reached out from under the bed. Vox had his usual sharp appendages, like Alastor had requested, but there were fury fingerless gloves covering the offensive hand. This only made Alastor more curious to see what Vox was wearing.

 

“Well that’s no way to greet your owner. Come on out.” Alastor’s request was met with a growl. With a chuckle Alastor opened his nightstand and took out the baby blue collar he had stored there several weeks ago. He traced his thumb over the bejeweled metal letters spelling out the word slut with fondness at the corner of his lips. “Too bad my little kitten is being so difficult and here I had gotten a collar for the occasion.”

 

Alastor sat down on his bed crossing his legs patiently, knowing that Vox’s curiosity would get the better of him. It didn’t take long for the media overlord to crawl out from under the bed. Much like a cat he seemed to fit in the impossible space having folded his thin body up in such a way that he’d been perfectly hidden underneath. With a few stretches Vox revealed himself to be wearing nothing more than the plug tail Alastor had gotten him, along with the lacy jockstrap, black fingerless gloves and matching socks that hugged Vox’s thighs and where held up with a lacy garter that hugged his waist. The socks had little paw pads on them which Alastor found to be rather cute, especially when his little kitten crawled up to him with a curious tilt of his head.

 

“Can you sit pretty for me so I can put your collar on?” 

 

Another head tilt. “Mow.”

 

Alastor put his hands between his legs and held on to the edge of the bed to mimic the position he wanted Vox in. “Be a dear and sit pretty for me. Let’s see how trainable you are.”

 

Vox glanced at the slippers on Alastor’s feet and yawned as if bored before stretching and plopping onto his side, batting at the radio demon’s feet as if he were a toy.

 

“You’re mad I’m wearing slippers.” Alastor sighed, lifting a foot and stepped on one of Vox’s hands to stop his scratching. This earned Alastor a bite instead. It wasn’t painful and Alastor just jerked his leg away, lifting his ankle to rest on his knee. He slipped off the shoe Vox was so upset about and swiftly popped him on his backside.

 

“Is that what you wanted? Already playing at being an insufferable little slut.” Another smack this time to the face in a shooing motion, causing Vox to get up and back away with a hiss. “I thought getting an older cat would mean you’d have a bit of training but I see you're just feral.”

 

Vox sat down with a smug smile and then casually whipped the back of his hand across his screen as if grooming himself. With an equally cocky smile Alastor put his slipper back on and held up the collar.

 

“Feral kittens don’t want collars, I suppose. They just want to roam around outside getting fucked by whatever tomcat will have them and put up with their whorish yowling.”

 

Cyan eyes glance at the collar. The TV demon hadn’t been aware that Alastor had bought it at the shop they'd gone to. Alastor noticed the hitch in Vox’s breathing. There was an uncertain look upon his screen which seemed almost painful. As if he was battling something internally.

 

“It’s just a play collar.” Alastor said quickly. The media overlord wouldn’t have to give up his relationship with Valentino if he accepted the collar. It was just for the scene, it meant nothing. No strings attached…no exclusivity. 

 

Silence stretched between them and that familiar nauseous feeling churned in Alastor’s stomach yet again. Red eyes looked away. This was supposed to be an easy prompt, a simple roleplay that wouldn’t ask too much of the radio demon, yet it felt heavy. Fingers traced over the collar and there was regret mixing with the nausea. Alastor had never regretted a single thing in his entire existence. Not a single murder, nor a single harsh word. He hadn’t even regretted rejecting Vox seven years ago.

 

His fingers pressed to his temples, that annoying headache returning. Why was he so unwell? What was happening to him? 

 

“Meow.” Vox brushed against his leg, his screen vibrating with the artificial sound of purring coming from his speakers. It was fascinating, the demon’s ability to produce sound clips in this way. Red tipped fingers rested on top of the warm casing of Vox’s screen, and there was a moment of bittersweet nostalgia as Alastor recalled the feeling of Vox’s much bulkier head. Back when the radio demon had found Vox fascinating. A new plaything to toy with. Vox had always let Alastor toy with him, pathetically desperate for any attention given. Even now. With a happy trill Vox sat down with his paws between his legs and chest puffed out like Alastor had wanted him to do earlier.

 

“Good boy.” Alastor cooed, reaching for the safety of the game. Of the fantasy, wanting to lose himself in being an indulgent owner for once instead of a cruel master toying with Vox’s heart. As if to prove his hands could be gentle. That they could perhaps in some way provide Vox with what he needed. 

 

To prove that these bloody hands could be enough.

 

The collar was slipped around Vox’s thin neck rather loosely to ensure he was comfortable. Once it was in place the TV demon nuzzled his screen against Alastor’s hand in gratitude. The radio demon traced his fingers down the glass feeling the small pricks of static against the tips, and humming in contemplation. He hooked a finger under the TV screen so he could see the collar sparkle with the sapphire and diamond encrusted insult. Perhaps it wasn’t endearing, or romantic to give someone a collar calling them a slut, but Vox’s eyes seemed to sparkle just as brightly as the gems around his neck.

 

“Very handsome.” Alastor said softly, pulling his hand away, feeling odd at giving so much praise. His stomach still felt uneasy at the thought of the collar. It was a mark, a claim, even if only for tonight. A tangible item stating that Vox was his. Not Valentino's, but his. Alastor was sickened by how right that felt. Alastor’s hand reached out again hesitantly caressing the top of the screen, pointer finger and thumb trapping the base of an antenna. Blue claws came to splay out on Alastor’s lap and Vox rested his head there allowing the gentle petting, the vibration from his purring causing the antenna to wiggle a bit. Alastor allowed himself to touch Vox freely, knowing that his caress would not be misinterpreted. That his curiosity would not be forced into a sexual box. He could freely touch the TV demon however he pleased, without being pressured into sexual activity, because Vox belonged to him.

 

“Such a pretty kitty you are.” Alastor said softly, trying to provide Vox with some sense of being desired and appreciated. 

 

People attached so many sexual meanings to words and touch. A simple compliment could arouse desire in another, even if it was not meant as flirtation. It’s why Alastor had narrowed his circle of intimacy to Rosie and Nifty. The two women would take his compliments gracefully knowing he had no interest in them whatsoever. He could hold Rosie’s hand and it mean absolutely nothing. He could sit reading a newspaper and have Nifty play with his hair or adorn him with bug bejeweled crowns and know that she would be satisfied with that alone. Alastor had recoiled from touch long ago, not because he did not desire it, but because there were usually ulterior motives behind touches. Like the playful caress of Mimzy’s hand on his arm, or a thigh hug followed by whispered desires. Touch was relegated to the realm of lover, and sexual partner, and when Alastor showed no inclination in setting foot into that realm, he was rejected completely and starved of any further intimacy. So he became cold, a bluenose, a prude. Better to want nothing than to be constantly pushed into giving more than you wanted to. Better to keep smiling so no one saw your pain.

 

Alastor smiled down at Vox who obediently stayed still, not pushing to get into his lap, not meowing for more, but simply looked up into red eyes with reverence. Delighted in the little bit of attention and praise received. Fingers slid up the straight shaft of Vox’s antenna, and a soft frequency was sent out for the TV demon to enjoy. It was a low buzz as if to match the deep purring still resonating from Vox’s speakers. A little spark flashed quickly when the signal was received and the electricity licked at Alastor’s finger tips for a moment when he reached the top. Rubbing the red ball caused blue claws to tighten on Alastor’s thigh, the purring getting louder, and cyan eyes closed. Moving on to the other side Alastor took his pointer finger and pulled the little ball closer to him, bending the antenna down. Vox’s claws pricked into the thin cotton of Alastor's shirt, kneading his thigh like a content cat making biscuits. The antenna was let go and bounced back to its original position.

 

“That’s enough of that, you’ve hardly done anything to deserve this much affection. Go lay down.” With a pout Vox made his way to the large fuzzy bed by Alastor’s chair. The striped tail swayed as the demon crawled on the floor. Alastor admired Vox’s dedication to the role and wondered if he was getting anything out of it. Perhaps he enjoyed the humiliation of crawling, or the degradation of being treated like an animal. Or maybe he was doing this simply for Alastor’s entertainment. In the past the radio demon wouldn’t have cared. It was his prompt after all, so it didn’t matter if Vox was enjoying himself, but now he was curious. He’d be sure to ask during the aftercare.

 

Vox sat in the bed watching as Alastor got up to walk to his book shelf. He conjured a bottle of rye and poured himself a couple of fingers before letting his eyes scan over the spines of his books. The sound of scratching made his eyes flick and when he turned he found his kitten sharpening his nails on one of the chairs. With an annoyed humm he picked up the water bottle and sprayed Vox right in the face.

 

“You know better.” Alastor scolded his headache coming back for a moment, but quickly subsided. Vox scurried back to his bed and decided to scratch that up instead by digging into the soft folds of the cushion. Eventually Vox curled up moving his tail so he wouldn’t accidentally pull on it, giving his backside an uncomfortable wiggle as he settled down. Alastor took a sip of his whiskey watching Vox play the part of cat with an amused smile. He turned around to go back to choose a book but then his eyes glanced to the side at the soft bristles brush still laying on his desk. He set his tumbler on the book shelf and reached for the brush walking towards Vox with it in hand. Vox let out a hissing noise sinking deeper into his fluffed pillow. 

 

“You don’t want to be brushed?” Alastor asked teasingly, kneeling in front of the bed. Vox perked up curiously, and Alastor reached for his tail gently running the brush over the striped fur. He was careful not to pull on it, and didn’t linger there long, instead letting the soft bristle glide over the exposed skin of Vox’s upper thigh. “Belly up.”

 

“Meow.” Happily Vox rolled over exposing his stomach with a stretch of his long limbs. Obviously the media overlord hadn’t thought about the brush being used in this way, since he didn’t have any hair. The bristles tickled sensitive skin leaving goose bumps behind. The purring sound came back, and with every brush stroke Vox relaxed into the pet bed. Alastor moved up to his chest, applying a bit more pressure over pectorals, before letting up and providing a feather light touch to nipples. Alastor sent out a continuous low thrum of radio waves tickling Vox’s antenna. Tiny pleasant sparks jumped up from Vox’s skin and Alastors chased them with the brush. They both got lost in the repetitive movement of the imaginary grooming. It had a soothing effect on Alastor’s nervous system and he became relaxed, his smile an easy line as he dragged the brush along dark blue skin. When he made his way back down to Vox’s stomach he noticed that the grooming ritual had an entirely different effect on his kitten. 

 

“I suppose your collar suits you.” Alastor said in a low whisper, running the brush lightly over the semi-hard member covered by black lace. Vox reached for Alastor’s hand and brought it to his face to give a light bite, much like an overstimulated cat would. “Ah, ah, no biting.”

 

 Vox dragged his tongue over Alastor’s forearm as if in apology, making his eyes bigger on his screen. The radio demon was surprised by the lack of repulse he felt by being licked, but removed his arm either way going back to brushing Vox’s belly. Slowly the purring vibrated throughout Vox’s body again and his eyes closed, relaxing into the simple stimulation of the bristle against his skin. The radio demon broadcasted again matching his own frequency to the purring, and calling forth those tantalizing electric sparks. His kitten sank into his bed, the fuzzy material adding to the static build up. The air in the room felt heavy, filled with low frequencies and unheard sounds. Alastor wanted to hear Vox’s pleasure, and though the purring was indication that the demon was enjoying himself it wasn’t quite the same as the gasping moans he was used to hearing.  Alastor found himself longing for Vox's voice. 

 

That would break character though, so instead Alastor bit his lips and sent out sounds of moaning for Vox to pick up on. Cyan eyes peeked open, the happy purring coming to a halt. Instead a sly cheshire cat grin spread across Vox’s face. With the next stroke of the brush Vox let out a mewing sound, the closest thing to a moan he could produce while staying in character. 

 

“Mew, mew, mew.” Vox panted spreading his legs as the brushed glided up his inner thigh towards his hardening member.

 

“Paws up.” Alastor commanded softly and Vox eagerly pulled his hand to his chest,and pulled his knees up before letting them fall open. “Good boy.”

 

The brush tailed teasingly over Vox’s crotch, and red eyes observed every facial expression displayed on the screen. “Do you like being brushed?”

 

A nod.

 

“Mhmm, I enjoy brushing you. You’re very docile like this, kitten.” Alastor flipped the brush over, letting the smooth plastic trail over hot skin. “Would you bite me again if all I did was brush you all night? Not touch you, not petting you, just kept brushing.”

 

Alastor didn’t know why he was asking this, what he was hoping to hear when Vox was restricted to acting like an animal. Maybe that's what Alastor wanted. For Vox to act like an animal, angry and lashing out with scratches and bites overcome by instinct and lust. To finally be frustrated with Alastor and his lack of reciprocation. To finally be faced with the disappointment of having a cold lover. Instead, Vox stretched out his limbs and rolled over onto his belly and closed his eyes, still purring, still content even untouched. With hesitation Alastor brought the brush to Vox’s shoulder and the purring got louder as he dragged bristles along the curve of the TV demon’s back. Cyan eyes opened looking at him over a wide shoulder communicating acceptance rather than judgment.

 

This doesn't have to be sexual.

 

Setting the brush aside, red tipped fingers traced back up Vox’s spine. Feeling the electricity building under blue flesh. He pressed his hand out letting himself feel the warmth Vox emanated, ears flicking towards the sound of purring and the quiet woosh of internal fans. Vox was very much alive. An active body cooling itself and heart beating fast with every touch of Alastor’s hand. Fingers traced around the back of the collar before trailing down to the junction of neck and shoulder that had been bitten into last session. There wasn’t so much as a scar, the TV demon having regenerated perfectly. Still finger stroked and eyes stared at the uninjured skin remembering how blue blood had wept from an open wound. Spilling over broad shoulders. Recalling the stuttering sound of Vox’s voice.

 

The desperate euphoria of his words as he told Alastor… 

 

“This headache. I’ve been dealing with a migraine all month.” Alastor stood up and walked towards where he had left his drink. “Probably not the best idea to add alcohol into the mix, mhmm, kitten?”

 

A warm body bumped against Alastor’s leg. “Prrrup.”

 

“Well no need to waste good whiskey.” With a snap of his fingers the tumbler glass turned into a saucer and he set it down in front of Vox. An amused laugh escaped smiling lips as the TV demon bent down and let his long tongue lap up the alcohol. A quick glance over the books again before Alastor settled on a particularly tantalizing piece of body horror based on some tragedy Alastor hadn’t lived to see. His kitten perked up with a lick of digital lips as Alastor passed by to recline on his bed. Alastor patted a very narrow spot next to him in invitation and with a happy trill Vox crawled his way over. He did not get to his feet to climb into the bed, instead pulling himself up awkwardly and placing a knee on the edge, ungracefully plopping onto the mattress and half in Alastor’s lap.

 

“Stiff bones old boy?” Alastor grinned and Vox glared at him before turning around and giving him the cat version of a cold shoulder. This didn’t phase the radio demon who just opened his book and began reading. He was soon interrupted by the blue light of Vox’s screen shining onto the pages as his kitten curiously looked over his shoulder. Before he could get a chance to speak Vox promptly crawled over his chest, pinning his arms in his lap and impeding his ability to read. “What in Lucifer’s name are you doing?”

 

Vox just sat sprawled over Alastor’s lap and started purring again. The radio demon pried his book out from under the large and heavy demon laying on top of him like some lap dog. “Brat.”

 

Next Alastor’s reading was interrupted by Vox rolling onto his back and batting at the book. The curve of his spine draped across Alastor’s legs and the radio demon could feel the tail pressing into his thigh. Vox wiggled obviously uncomfortable but still acting the part of playful kitten.

 

“How long have you been wearing your tail?” Alastor set the book aside with a sigh. Vox meowed mischievously, flopping over to wiggle his ass in pride. “Do we need to reapply the lube? Is it getting uncomfortable? I was stalled in getting here, so you must have waited longer than anticipated.”

 

Alastor leaned over and fished a bottle of lube out from his night stand. “Turn around, tail up.”

 

Obediently his kitten followed instructions and Alastor eased out the tail, which earned him a muffled sigh from Vox. The radio demon paused for a moment debating if he should approach this quickly and clinically or give his kitten a little treat. He wouldn’t mind pleasuring Vox, especially after the media overlord made it clear he was not expecting it. Alastor felt confident that if he brought his kitten off there would be no begging for more. Vox would be grateful for what he got.

 

“You’ve been rather good despite a rough start. Would you like a treat, kitten?”

 

Vox didn’t answer, instead using his teeth to pull at Alastor’s slippers before looking over his shoulder. “Meow?”

 

Alastor lifted an eyebrow. The radio demon had simply meant to indulge Vox a bit while the tail was slicked up again and reinserted. But it seemed his kitten had another treat in mind. “What do you want?”

 

Vox pulled off one shoe before sitting up and tossing it to the side with a shake of his head. Then he went back to the tail up position and spread his legs a bit more before licking the Alastor’s ankle. Claws grazed at fur covered skin, lifting the edge of Alastor’s night shirt to expose more of his calf. The redhead pulled his foot away.

 

“Mooooow!” Vox yowled in protest sitting up to twist and glare at Alastor. He was soon appeased when Alastor used his hoof to hook the edge of his other slipper and kicked it off. The soft fabric of the fingerless gloves trailed down both of Alastor’s calves and Vox angled his hips as he bent forward a little bit. He started to grind himself against Alastor’s legs, occasionally slipping between the crease where the two limbs met.

 

“Nghn.” Vox tried to cover up his sounds of pleasure by increasing the volume of his purring. Alastor lightly scratched at Vox’s back before snapping the waistband of the jockstrap.

 

“Tail up, kitten.”

 

“Prrrurp.” Vox trilled lifting his hips up and running his tongue along Alastor’s leg as he lowered his head. Vox’s claws traced down his shin towards his hooves and the demon flinched a bit when red tipped fingers massaged at the small mound of flesh.

 

Alastor watched the little blue spark of electricity skitter down Vox’s spine as he slowly pushed one finger in. The TV demon’s body clenched around him in disappointment since only a single digit penetrated him. The radio demon soon relieved this disappointment by finding that sensitive spot and curling his finger towards it.

 

“Mhmm.” Vox pushed back, his palm brushing against the top of Alastor's foot. Reverent little licks were dragged across a furry ankle as Alastor messaged him. His thumb anchored itself on Vox’s perineum as the finger pulled out slowly. 

 

“Mrooow” Vox looked over his shoulder, screen hazy with the a low building of pleasure. Alastor added another finger pressing in hard and eliciting a sigh of relief from his kitten. The TV demon turned back around with a happy pur, fingers and tongue exploring exposed legs. Alastor pumped his fingers in and out stopping only occasionally to tickle against that sweet spot that made Vox pur louder. The TV demon’s body was pulling him in wanting continuous pressure on that pleasure spot, shuddering with every curl of fingers. Electricity popped between antenna and mewling sounds escaped digital lips. Vox was rewarded with a third finger pushing in along side the others. Alastor’s other hand spread his cheeks apart so he could see Vox swallowing him up. The sight was nothing compared to the deep groan it pulled from the demon.

 

“Fuck…” Vox sighed out breaking character. He was propped up on his elbows, the top of his screen touching Alastor’s shin as he let his head hang. He took in a stuttering breath the puring audio still bleeding through. Alastor felt the soft gloves wrap around his feet, fingers digging into the arch of his heel. Vox held on tightly to Alastor’s hooves and rocked back fucking himself on the demon’s fingers.

 

“That’s not an appropriate word for my little kitten to use.” Alastor scolded pressing into Vox’s prostate as his thumb stroked from the outside.

 

“Meow!” A strangled sound accompanied the exclamation as Vox tried hard not to let anymore words pass his lips. Finding the task too challenging the TV demon decided to occupy his mouth by wrapping his long tongue around the tip of Alastor’s hoove. If it weren’t for the saliva dripping down towards his ankle Alastor would not have been aware of the move since there was very little feeling there. Vox was getting immense enjoyment out of it however if the wet sucking sounds were any indication.

 

“What a desperate little slut you are.” There was a buzz in the air and Alastor manifested his tentacles. One grabbed Vox’s screen forcing him off the foot he was desperately holding on too.

 

“Mow…” the TV demon whined before being silenced by another shadow. Tentacles slithered over  Vox’s body like so many hands petting him. Brushing against his flank, down his thighs, over his shoulders, stroking his arms and patting his head. Blue bolts jumped between antenna before they too were engulfed by shadow. Every inch of skin was covered except for one. Vox’s crotch was left untouched but that didn’t seem to matter as the TV demon moaned loudly around the tentacle shoved in his mouth. Alastor spread his fingers stretching Vox unnecessarily before slipping his tail back in. Vox’s legs shook but he kepts his hips lifted hand still holding on to hooves, stroking over the dark fur. The shadows Guided Vox into a sitting position and withdrew from his mouth leaving him panting. Alastor sat up straighter hands coming up to caress Vox’s heaving chest pulling him close against his own and pushing against the plug with his abdomen.

 

“If you’re so desperate to be at my feet, then get on the floor.” Alastor whispered, flicking his tongue against a port. Vox squirmed in his lap ready to follow orders and Alastor let him go with a laugh. His kitten crawled down off the bed and sat prettily in front of him, chest puffed out and hands flat against the floor between his legs covering his erection. Cyan eyes looked up eagerly as Alstor swung his legs around to sit on the edge of the bed.

 

“Belly up.” He commanded and Vox plopped down onto his back, paws up and legs spread. “Such a needy little kitten, but I suppose that’s what I get for not having you fixed.” Alastor stretched his leg out, the tip of his hoove touching the middle of Vox’s chest.

 

“Mrow.” Vox responded eagerly, eyes watching as Alastor trailed his foot down towards his stomach. Breath hitched  when the sharp edge of the hoove caught on the straining lace covering his dick. Pressing the arch of his foot against the tent beneath Alastor started to rub small circles. Vox’s screen fell back in pleasure, eyes closing in bliss.

 

“Here I thought I had adopted a cat, not some bitch in heat.” Alastor dragged his hoove up slowly adding a bit of threatening pressure. Vox moaned happily, canting his hips. “Such a little attention whore. All I wanted to do was relax and read my book, but you just had to get in my lap and shake that needy little ass in my face.”

 

Vox’s paws came up to cover his mouth, but Alasto’s sensitive ears still picked up a muffle, ‘fuck yes’. He pressed down harder. Tentacles reappearing to dragged Vox’s hands away from his mouth. “Paws up, kitten.”

 

“Ah…” The desperate sound left Vox’s lips as his hands were forced back to curl near his chest and held there.

 

“Are you enjoying yourself, dear? Do you like being my footstool?” Vox seemed torn between giving an enthusiastic answer and keeping in character. Alastor smiled wide enjoying the torture. “Such a good little pet.”

 

Alastor picked up the pace as a reward, rubbing Vox firmly. “Are you going to cum in your panties from my foot alone?” 

 

Vox nodded frantically. “Mew, mewr!”

 

Alastor laughed cruelly, feeling the thrill of power and control. Feeding off Vox’s desperation, and enjoying the mild torture his foot provided. He applied more pressure but this only caused Vox to rub himself enthusiastically against his hoove, biting his lips to stifle any out of character sounds. The TV demon was so desperate to play the part of cat,  struggling with it in the face of his own arousal. “You’re just a filthy animal. All you want is to cum, nothing else. Isn’t that right dear?”

 

“Meow.’ Vox sighed out body tensing when Alastor split his toes to rub firmly along Vox’s cock. The radio demon could feel the precum leaking through the lace and soaking his fur.

 

“A mindless animal humping against my foot like the slut your collar has labeled you to be. You wear it with pride, don’t you, kitten? You know what you are.” Alastor noticed a slight glitch as Vox’s breath came in heavy. His eyes rolled up as a desperate litany of meowing, trilling and chirruping left his lips. Alastor ears flicked toward the new novel sounds. They weren’t as sweet as Vox’s usual begging, but they were something. Red eyes took in every tense muscle and pop of static. 

 

“Eh-mmm!” Vox’s eyes were dazed, occasionally interrupted by test strips. “Mrow!”

 

Hips moved to match the increased rubbing. Alastor watched Vox like a hawk feeling a sense of pride build in his chest along with Vox’s pleasure. Mewing became glitchy and  hips moved chaotically, chasing after the pleasure Alastor was providing. Cyan eyes looked up at him, occasionally disappearing as they were consumed by static. Vox’s mouth hung open, moans falling from his lips. Stuttering  whenever a black voided replaced the image on his screen. Alastor watched as the TV demon held his breath, body tensing and with a broken cry Vox came. 

 

Alastor removed his foot crossing it over his leg as he propped his elbow on his thigh and rested his chin against his fist. Vox was still online, though static distorted his face as he caught his breath. The demon was limp, hands falling to his side as tentacles vanish releasing their hold.

 

The radio demon allowed himself to take in the sight of Vox’s spent body. He was usually too concerned with cleaning the TV demon up or moving him to really allow himself to take in the sight of his handy work. With Vox’s orgasm having been mild, Alastor was relieved of his protective duty. There were still static lines running down Vox’s face as he twitched and caught his breath. Though not earth shattering, the orgasm seemed satisfactory all the same. The odd sounds and Vox’s pleasure did have a slight effect on Alastor himself, his body conditioned like a pavlovian dog to associate Vox with getting off. But, tightly crossing his legs took care of the minimal hardening. He simply wasn’t in the mood, though he had enjoyed taking care of Vox’s needs.

 

Alastor slid to the floor sitting cross legged next to Vox who glanced at him with a wobbly smile. “Mow?”

 

Nails lightly grazed Vox’s chest, and the TV demon shuddered. Alastor pressed his palm flat to sweaty skin. The radio demon cataloged every curve and sharp edge of Vox’s body. The slightly rubbery feeling of his skin, and the perfect unblemished smoothness of it. His kitten just lay there allowing for the petting, the purring coming back to express his pleasure, and Alastor found himself enjoying the freedom of touching. His hand came up to trail a claw down the edge of a glass screen which vibrated slightly. He tapped on it, remembering the rythmic sound the two Voxs had created during the sound prompt. His ears flicked in appreciation, and he drummed his fingers against glass, allowing his body to enjoy the frisson that sent goosebumps down his skin.

 

Alastor hadn’t even noticed he’d started humming, until Vox stopped purring. The radio demon’s throat tightened and the sound got stuck there, hand shaking, wary at how relaxed he’d gotten. Afraid of the gentle content humming that had been noticed. Cyan eyes looked up at him with pity, and red brows titled down in anger, yellow teeth clenching with bitterness. Alastor moved to get up, but Vox reached out for his hand.

 

“Let go.” Alastor growled threateningly, but Vox only scooted to rest his head on Alastor’s thigh and brought the hand back down to his screen, nuzzling it as he started up the purring audio. It was louder than before. A cover, a cloak.

 

Alastor felt nauseous, and his head hurt. He hummed only to soothe his throat and stop the buzzing at his temple.

Chapter 15: Encore

 

Everyone at Vtower knew that Vox was emotional. That his mood swings could be just as frequent as Valentino’s but never as deadly. What no one knew was how deeply Vox felt his emotions. It wasn’t a very manly trait after all. The only acceptable emotion a man could feel was anger. Anger could hide a lot, fear, guilt, shame. But as Vox looked up at Alastor rubbing his temple, his contented humming turning into a pained murmur, he couldn’t cover up the feeling of guilt. He wished Alastor wouldn’t fight the hypnosis. Why was the radio demon so determined to remember? Why couldn’t he just let it go? Vox’s hypnosis was rather painless as long as the subject was open to accepting the lie. Even as it faded away the victim would just be overcome with a sense of surprise, occasionally just gaslighting themself into continuing to believe the falsehood, because reality seemed so absurd after believing a lie for so long. The mind was easy to manipulate, it usually wanted the comfort of a false reality rather than face the horrors of truth.

 

So why was Alastor so determined to remember their last session? Why did he want to relive Vox’s death? Why did he want to remember those foolish words that had passed the TV demon’s lips? Why would he want to remember something that had upset him so much? What had been the point of making him forget if he was fighting this hard to remember?

 

Vox reached up a hand to trace Alastor’s jawline and red eyes looked down at him with an exhausted smile. “Are you ready to get up, kitten? I think standing up and stretching your legs would be good.”

 

Vox’s heart lurched painfully. Here Alastor was suffering through discomfort Vox had caused and his first thought was to check on him, to ease Vox out of the scene with gentle words. Vox didn’t feel worthy of becoming a demon again, he wanted to wallow as a cat, as a dumb little animal who made stupid decisions.

 

“I want to wear the tail for a bit longer, you just put it back in.” He said softly, letting his hand drop from Alastor’s face and closing his eyes.

 

“I’m not going to indulge you when this is supposed to be my prompt. You need to wash up.” Alastor unclicked the garter holding up Vox’s socks.

 

“Please, sir can't we just relax a while longer?”

 

“It’s become increasingly difficult for me to relax with these constant headaches. Let me up, if you’re not going to move.” The media overlord tried not to look guilty as he resettled in Alastor’s lap head cradled by the hammock of his nightshirt. The radio demon lifted an eyebrow at him and Vox let out an annoyed sigh.

 

“Maybe if you stopped thinking so much and let yourself actually relax, your head wouldn’t hurt.”  Anger finally bubbled up to shield Vox from his shame. The TV demon wanted to live in his own illusion, staying in Alastor’s lap, being petted and feeling cherished. The radio demon had been so tender this evening. Caressing Vox like he’s never done before. Letting his hands roam the TV demon’s body, playing with his antenna and tickling his sides. It had felt so amazing. Vox had felt so cared for and even when Alastor spoke harsh words his eyes had looked at him in wonder.

 

Everything would be fine if Alastor just stopped trying to remember.

 

“Not all of us can be mindless hedonist.” Alastor teased, not raising to the bait of Vox’s tone. “Besides, unless you’re going to lick your balls clean yourself I’m going to have to get up to get you a washcloth.”

 

Vox tried to relax into the banter, giving a half hearted smile. “I’ll give it a try if you watch, sir.”

 

The radio demon shoved Vox off with a huff. “You’re insufferable.”

 

Vox got to his feet, bones cracking and clicking as he stretched. He moaned a little from relief and the feeling of the plug inside him as he clenched around it. He followed Alastor into the bathroom socks slowly rolling down his legs since he didn’t have enough meat on his thighs to keep them up. 

 

“You brought a change of clothes, I believe.” Alastor glanced around the bathroom as if searching for the clothes before just deciding to turn on the shower head.

 

“Yes, daddy.” Vox held back a laugh as he watched Alastor test the temperature of the shower with his palm. Red eyes cut a glance at him.

 

“It’s, sir. I get enough of the daddy jokes from Angel. I don't need to hear them from you. Undress and get in.” Alastor flicked water at Vox who grumbled but complied.

 

“I request after care and the next thing I know I get bossed around all the time.” Vox undressed and pulled out his tail feeling suddenly empty. He stepped into the tub and peeked around the curtain with a hopeful smile. “You coming in?”

 

Alastor shoved a bar of soap into Vox’s hands. “No.”

 

Vox cleaned himself quickly not wanting to linger alone in the shower. The smell of the soap reminded Vox of Alastor and he preened a little bit at the thought of smelling like his master. This bubbly feeling was soon replaced as he remembered Alastor’s headaches. If only the radio demon would stop being so stubborn. If only he’d let himself forget so that Vox could attempt to woo him. To show him he was worth so much more than a monthly fuck. Vox’s ego rose up to cocoon him from his own self loathing and doubt. He was worthy of love even in hell. He’d worked so hard and waited for so long just to have Alastor and he wouldn’t let one foolish slip up ruin his chances. He was intelligent, he could figure this out. Whatever was holding Alastor back, whatever shortcomings Vox had he could fix it. He could be perfect. Alastor just had to stop trying to fucking remember! 

 

The sound of a door banging open in the next room startled Vox out of his musings.

 

“Alastor!” It was the voice of the princess’s little girlfriend. Vox hastily turned off the water not wanting to alert to his presence only to belatedly realize that the shower turning off suddenly while Alastor wasn’t in the bathroom was probably more suspicious than having it run.

 

“Mimzy’s whole room is flooding!”

 

“For satan’s sake I get one day off a month!” Alastor sounded beyond irritated. Vox recalled the name Mimzy, a friend of the radio demon. Though he hadn’t realized she was staying at the hotel. The TV demon graded a towel and started drying off, cracking the door open to peek into the other room. He couldn’t get a good look, but he saw Vaggie with her hands on her hips and a little blonde demon with a smug smile which he recalled was Mimzy. He couldn’t see Alastor, though if the shifting shadows were any indication the demon was pissed.

 

“I heard weird noises coming from your room too! Like a cat dyin’.” Mimzy said with fake concern. Her acting was horrible and the comment irked Vox. He may have been restricted to certain sounds but he thought he’d pulled of sultry kitten pretty well, thank you very much! He pulled it off a lot better than Mimzy’s concerned friend act! “I was worried your pipes would burst too! Figured I’d get Vaggie to check on you.”

 

“My pipes are fine. Now get out!” Vox pushed open the door more trying to see where Alastor was standing in the room. Mimzy’s sharp eyes honed in on him and she gave a devious smile. Vox closed the door quickly, and the sound of the latch clicking seemed unbearably loud.

 

“Alastor can’t you just fix her sink real quick? Her whole floor is covered in water.”

 

“Darling, I understand this is hell and we don’t particularly have any labor laws, but I am off the fucking clock!” 

 

“Geez louis, Alastor, calm down! Were we interrupting something?” The sound of Mimzy’s heels came closer.

 

“Fuck.” Vox locked the door.

 

“Is someone in here with you?” Mimzy asked curiously, testing the handle of the bathroom as she spoke. “No wonder you didn’t want any help cleaning your pipes. You got a little kitten stashed away.”

 

“Mimzy leave.” The tone was so cold it sent a shiver down Vox’s spine.

 

“No need to be embarrassed, big boy. Finally decided to have some fun in your after life since you couldn’t get it up while living?” Mimzy sounded smug and there was an uncomfortable groan from Vaggie.

 

“I think come morning we should all talk to Charlie about respect and boundaries because frankly I am tired of the sexual harassment and the blatant disregard for closed doors!” 

 

“Alastor look, I’m sorry. It’s just you can fix these things so quick and I honestly didn’t think you’d have someone over so—“

 

“What I do and with whom in my room on my day off is frankly no one’s business. So if you two would kindly leave. I believe you have a sink to fix. Goodbye!”

 

One set of hurried footsteps exited the room and the bathroom door rattled again. “What’s your name kitten? Don’t be shy. We can share, believe me he’ll run out of steam soon and you’re gonna need my help.”

 

Vox didn’t say anything, just watched the door.

 

“Mimzy I said leave!”

 

“This ain’t fair I gave you the best years of my fucking life and now that you’re dead you finally find a sex drive? What the fuck!”

 

“You didn’t waste a damn thing, dear. If I remember correctly you went and spread your legs for that trumpet player on Frenchmen street!”

 

“Cause you weren’t putting out!”

 

“An’ I still ain’t, so hoof it sister!” There was a wobbly moment where Alastor lost his signature transatlantic accent but it was put back in place fairly quickly.

 

“You know what fine!” Mimzy banged on the door. “Enjoy becoming a dress up doll toots cause that’s all he’ll treat you as. The bedroom will die a slow and painful death after the initial get together and he’ll shower you with fancy clothes and gifts to distract from the lack of fucking. Won’t even bother to eat you out after a while either, no matter how dolled up you are. Which…honestly is a shame cause he gives good head.”

 

Vox nodded along in silent agreement remembering the feast prompt and how he'd practically gone cross eyed when Alastor sucked his dick.

 

“Out!” There was scuffling and Mimzy shrieked.

 

“Get your dirty hands off me you big lug!” There were slapping sounds and then low eerie music filled the air. Vox could feel the suffocating frequency Alastor was emitting. “I ain’t scared of you! You’re bluffin’!”

 

“I suggest you leave before I really lose my temper!” More scuffling and Mimzy actually giggled as if pissing Alastor off was the best time of her after life. Eventually there was the sound of a door slamming and Vox assumed Alastor succeeded in getting rid of the intruder. “And this god damned headache!”

 

Vox slipped into his clothes and hesitated for a moment before grabbing his collar and slipping it around his neck too. He was still fiddling with the buckle as he exited the bathroom. “Everything ok, sir?”

 

Alastor’s antlers were larger than usual and he was hunched over in horrific exhaustion but quickly shrank back into his regular form and dusted off his coat. “Yes, dear absolutely dandy, why do you ask?”

 

“Because of the yelling and the shit talking…”

 

“Oh it’s nothing just some nosy dames that don’t know how to mind their own business.” Alastor took a seat in his chair, opening his book and glancing over the words with a furrowed brow in an attempt to ignore what just happened. Vox felt guilty when two fingers massaged at Alastor’s temples and decided not to push the subject. The radio demon closed the book, obviously unable to concentrate. “You’re prompt?”

 

Vox didn’t take a seat in the chair across from Alastor instead flopping down into the pet bed with a sigh. The whole night Alastor had seemed off and Vox thought it was just the redhead's stubbornness in trying to remember what he should forget. But now it seemed like his hypnosis wasn’t the only headache Alastor was dealing with. Vox wanted to ask about Mimzy about what she had said. About what was bothering Alastor so much. That was a dangerous line of questioning though. Especially since Vox was hiding his own transgressions. 

 

“Shouldn’t we go over the scene first?” Vox asked softly, trying to find a way to have Alastor talk without triggering anything.

 

“I don’t see why, it went rather well. Did you not enjoy it?” The redhead tilted his head quizzically as he looked down at Vox. The TV demon looked up, relishing the position of inferiority. He wanted to stay small. If only he hadn’t slipped up, if only Alastor could continue to care for him. Unafraid. Touch him, and stroke him like a cherished pet. But Vox had bitten the hand that fed, asked for too much just as he had seven years ago. Even if for now Alastor didn’t remember. 

 

Why wasn’t he worthy? Why did the idea of Vox loving him hurt Alastor so much? Especially now that Vox knew the radio demon was indeed capable of having a relationship if the way Mimzy was talking was any indication. 

 

“I liked it well enough, but I felt a little too restricted.”

 

“Restricted in what way?” Alastor asked curiously, eyes studying Vox like a lab rat. Vox smiled, laughing at himself. That’s all he was to Alastor, an experiment. A source of entertainment. Vox could fantasize all he wanted but in the end he would never be worth keeping. Good for fucking but never cherished.

 

“I like talking.” Vox sighed out trying not to let his dark thoughts seep into his tone of voice.

 

“But you’ve expressed before that you enjoy not having to think. Being a pet allows for that and you didn’t enjoy it?”

 

“I like not having to think, sure, but I also like having the ability to speak. What I say doesn't have to make sense or be well thought out but I like talking… Not a big fan of meowing. There’s definitely other stuff I liked about the scene. You know I’ll jump at any chance to be at your feet. I liked crawling.” Vox hesitated trying to think tactfully, wondering if being honest would benefit him, or if it would trigger Alastor. Everything felt so precarious. Vox didn’t want Alastor to remember how much he loved him. Cyan eyes looked into red ones and there was a twitch to the corner that told Vox the headache had returned. Alastor was looking at him, trying to see him, and it was causing him pain. “I liked the care you gave me.”

Alastor looked down at his book hesitant. Eyes glancing over red fingers permanently stained by his many sins. They were the most beautiful hands Vox had ever seen. Hands that could touch him tenderly, and tear his heart out. 

 

 “I…enjoyed that as well.” The confession was a whisper. Vox sat up, but Alastor said nothing else. 

 

“Yeah? Really?” The TV demon stood in front of the radio demon who refused to look at him. Instead redeyes just stared at the hands resting on the book in his lap. 

 

Alastor cleared his throat. “What’s your prompt?"

 

Vox was being pushed away, and he laughed, placing his hands on his hip. Alastor was so desperate to remember last month, but when faced with his own tender actions he was quick to end their evening. Give a prompt and go. Fuck and leave. No strings attached.

 

He thought about what Mimzy said. How interest would fade and the sex would die. Had they been in love? Was it just a natural response for Alastor to pull away once things got too close? Did he leave Mimzy behind just like he’d left Vox seven years ago?

 

 “I want to be your doll again.”

 

Alastor looked at him a bit surprised. “Alright.”

 

Alastor stood up and brushed past Vox, leaving the media overlord staring at the empty chair. The area rug muffled the sound of hooves as the redhead made his way towards the door. The sharp clacking against the wood seemed to break a trance Vox was in and he followed after his Dom, ready to leave like always. He swallowed, his mouth feeling dry though he had no idea how that was even possible. His adams apple brushed against the collar he had around his neck.

 

“Oh, I should give this back to you, sir.” He stopped a foot away from the door, any excuse to linger in this room. Alastor’s hand was hovering above the handle, a heaviness was in the air and Vox’s antenna twitched. He ignored it and reached up to unbuckle the play collar. Fingers wrapped around his wrist and he looked up.

 

“Keep it on.” Alastor’s voice was hollow and digital bows came together in confusion. “I tell my doll what to wear, and I want you to wear it. You can take it off tomorrow.” Alastor was staring at him, eyes glancing at the collar before fingertips pressed curiously at the bottom of Vox’s screen.

 

“Thank you, sir.” Vox repeated the ‘programmed’ response he still remembered. This seemed to please the radio demon. His smile softened with genuine surprise. Fingers slid down glass and over the edge of Vox’s casing before grabbing the bottom of his screen and pulling him in harshly for a kiss. A pop echoed in the air as their lips crashed together, and a low whine like an idle stereo speaker buzzed in Vox’s head. He was pushed up against the door with a bang and a hitch of his breath. A palm pushed hard against his chest.

 

“Please, sir!” He gasped. Vox had no idea what was happening. Why Alastor had him trapped against the door, but he didn't care. Tongues twined, and a hand touched his thigh. Vox wrapped his legs around Alastor’s waist not knowing how else to adhere to the command to spread his legs while standing. Arms wrapped around the radio demon’s neck, fingers tangling into thick strands of hair. 

 

“Al…” Vox sighed out when their lips parted and a sharp toothed mouth nipped under his screen 

 

“Oh, fuck. Yes, please. I need you, sir. Please keep going.” He moaned, blue claws fisting a handful of hair. Their hips rocked together, and fingernails dug into his side, thumb trailing over ribs like the strumming of a harp. And oh did Vox sing, as long as his master’s mouth was on him he moaned and begged like he was supposed to do. He sighed happily when he felt Alastor’s erection push against his own. The teasing pressure wasn’t enough to satisfy but knowing Alastor was just as aroused as him made Vox want to hump against the redhead even more. He braced one hand against the door in an attempt to get leverage so he could roll his hips against Alastor’s. Instead he was pulled away from the door, and carried towards the bed. 

 

The media overlord wasn’t gently lowered into the bed, he was thrown. The bounce of his body hitting the mattress was stopped by Alastor immediately crawling over him.

 

“I could drown in the sounds you make. Such a desperate slut.” Alastor breathed out, tongue slipping under Vox’s collar just to drag back up and end with a kiss to the bottom of his screen. A thumb traced over the pixelated lines that made up Vox’s mouth.

 

“Thank you, sir.” He sighed out. Grabbing at Alastor’s ass and crashing their hips together.

 

“Now, now, my little doll, I didn’t say you could touch.”

 

“Fuck, please. I wanna feel you, sir.” He panted as he looked up into half-lidded eyes.

 

“Haven’t you had enough? You’ve cum once already.”

 

Vox was aware of what Alastor wanted, what he needed. Vox’s desperation, his passion, his desire. He needed that spark to start the loop, to create that closed circuit. “I want more.” He moaned loudly. “I need more. That’s my purpose as your doll. To be fucked and used, please, sir.”

 

Despite the dirty talk the touches were gentle and soft as Alastor’s hand ran down Vox’s thigh. Kisses were trailed down a thin neck and Vox tilted his head back to expose more of his skin. All the while Vox was being undressed. A tongue dipped into the hollow of his collar bone and hands brushed over sharp hips as his pants were unzipped and pushed down. The fabric of Alastor’s clothes dragged against overheated skin and Vox gasped as his fans kicked on trying to cool him down

 

“Al…oh.. Alastor.” He couldn’t help the worshipful groans as full lips pressed over every inch of his body. Stopping to linger at each nipple giving them a quick suck before moving on to lick a strip over tight abs. Kisses counted the number of ribs at Vox’s side and a tongue dipped into his belly button before lips kissed a trail down towards hard flesh.

 

Vox looked down clutching at his own screen overcome by sensation. He felt overheated and his face popped with static.

 

“Turn up your volume.” Alastor propped himself up on his elbow, Vox’s aching erection obscuring some of his face.

 

“Fuck…They’ll hear, sir.” Vox looked toward the door.

 

Alastor’s eyes glowed, smile stretching unnaturally wide across his face. “Turn your volume up.”

 

“Yes, sir.” Clumsy claws pressed into the volume button. The sound of Vox’s excited breathing thundered in the quiet of the room. A satisfied hum escaped Alastor’s lips before he pressed a kiss to Vox’s hard dick.

 

“Please.” Vox wanted Alastor's mouth on him more than anything. “Oh fuck, sir please. I want to be so good for you, please.”

 

Furry ears danced happily, taking in the loud pleading. Alastor propped his cheek on his knuckles looking at the TV demon with a devious smile. One finger ghosted over the underside of the flushed erection in front of him.

 

“Yes, please, sir. Touch me, taste me, anything just please let me cum again.”

 

Keeping eye contact Alastor shifted to hover over Vox, letting a long trail of spit fall from his mouth and onto the head. Vox moaned enthralled by the sight and then Alastor spit on him again.

 

“Dirty little slut.”

 

“Fuck, yes!” Vox’s dick twitched and he thought he might burst from anticipation. A hand wrapped tightly around his base and he whimpered, sparks of electricity skittering across his skin.

 

“So pathetic, you must be defective. Always wanting more, surely I didn’t program you to be such a needy whore. Do you act like this with everyone, telling them how good you are at spreading your legs?”

 

“No sir, just for you. I’m your doll, please use me.”

 

“Mhmm, you only spread your legs for me? No one else? Are you sure, dear? It’s not good to lie to your maker.”

 

“I..I gather information to please you. To be good for you.”

 

“Oh, is that why you whore yourself out? To please me?” Alastor’s voice was chirpy acting surprised.

 

“Practice makes perfect, sir.”

 

“You can also learn by example, sweetheart.” The redhead said and ran his tongue along Vox’s hard on, flicking it when he got to the top. Lips encircled the head and a loud sucking noise filled the air.

 

“Oh fuck…” Alastor’s head pushed down slowly as his hand came up to meet his lips. Vox grabbed desperately at the sheets watching Alastor swallow him.

 

“Ah! Oh…s-sir please can I touch you?” Red eyes looked up while Alastor pulled off, breaking the suction. He opened his mouth wide, swirling his tongue around the flushed head before sucking again with a contemplative hum.

 

“I suppose.”  The radio demon said in a low tone, hand moving up Vox’s shaft and cupping the head, thumb teasing. Alastor angled his face, never breaking eye contact and dragged his tongue along the exposed base.

 

“Fuck, fuck! You’re so fucking hot!” Vox screamed, the volume of his voice rattling his head. A hand flew out to grab the top of Alastor’s skull, fingers straddling an antler, pinky brushing against a flickering ear.

 

“You can touch but don’t get too demanding, dear.” Hand now slick with precum easily slid down again holding on to Vox firmly. “Remember who’s incharge.”

 

Vox’s screen glitched briefly and his eyes crossed as Alastor swallowed him down again. “Fuck yes! Yes, sir!”

 

Red ears flicked again, drinking in the desperate sounds Vox was making. Moans were accompanied by a chorus of sucking and humming and all Vox could do was watch open mouthed as Alastor continued to go down on him. When the Radio demon slowly pulled up leaving trails of saliva behind  Vox couldn’t stop his other hand from reaching out to capture a swiveling ear. Holding it gentle between his fingers he moaned in pleasure.

 

“Fuck you feel amazing sir, thank you.”

 

Red eyes looked into his screen and the sensation of radio waves brushed against his overly sensitive skin before reaching his antenna. It took a moment for Vox to recognize the frequency but he soon flipped through his channels to display his own flushed face on his screen. He couldn’t hold the image long, unable to concentrate, as Alastor sucked on his tip and started pumping his fist.

 

“Having a hard time multitasking?” Alastor asked with a wicked smile, hand moving up and down. Vox’s hips twitched, fingers rubbing the velvety inside of Alastor’s ear. More electromagnetic waves pulsed towards him, and he picked up the sounds of moaning, and the gentle melody of a piano.

 

“Please!” He sobbed, throwing his head back and squeezing his eyes shut.

 

“Please what?”

 

“Please, sir.”

 

Alastor laughed. “Not what I meant.”  The tight grip of fingers and warm breath withdrew, leaving Vox confused as he watched Alastor straddle his legs. The light in the room flickered and the broadcasted sounds of moaning turned into screams of ecstasy as tentacles manifested from behind Alastor’s back. They crawled over Vox’s body lacing around his wrist and pulling them above his head.

 

“Sir?” Cyan eyes grew wide as red tipped fingers hiked up Alastor’s night shirt exposing the fact that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. The redhead lined himself up, pressing their dicks together as a shadow limb wrapped around them both.

 

“Relax, dear. I’m just going to make use of my little sex doll.”

 

“Mhmm, fuck.” Vox couldn’t move, not with the tentacles holding his arms up and Alastor’s weight on his legs. His toes wiggle with pleasure as the tentacles stroked up. Their heads touched, exchanging precum like a kiss. Cyan eyes watched every move, wanting to remember everything. Vox desperately wished he had a camera. Alastor looked stunning sitting on top of him, eyes glowing, brows knit together, smile strained. 

 

“You’re s-soooo fuck-ing hot.” The media overlords' voice was already glitching, his vision distorted on occasion as stripes of color ran over his screen.

 

Red tipped fingers dug into the fabric as the shadow continued to stroke. Vox wouldn’t be able to last for long, but still he wanted more. “Take it off. Please sir, fucking please, let me see you.”

 

The stoking stopped and Vox sobbed in frustration pulling against his restraints. “What an entitled thing to say. Why would I undress when you’ve done nothing but lay there and moan like a little bitch. Why should I reward you?”

 

“Please, sir. Let me see. You know I love seeing you.”

 

A hand trailed up his stomach. “You’ve always been a visual creature. Always wanting more.” Alastor flinched and closed his eyes, nails digging into blue skin.

 

“Oooh.” Vox moaned, the pain adding to the edge of pleasure he was teetering on. He wanted to see Alastor's body, he wanted that damned tentacle to start moving again. He wanted to feel desired. He wanted Alastor to find his own pleasure from his body. He wanted Alastor to find him useful. To love him. He bit his lip, cyan eyes looking desperately into red, and for a brief moment Vox wished that Alastor would remember. “Please, sir, please!”

 

With a frustrated grumble Alastor pulled off his nightshirt and tossed it aside, replacing the tentacle with his own hand.

 

“Thank you! Fuck! Thank you, sir.” Vox gasped out, shuddering at the feeling of Alastor’s fingers desperately trying to keep hold of both their cocks. The radio demon’s breath was coming out in harsh pants. There was a sheen of sweat highlighting his muted tan skin. The black fur on his chest moved along with his heaving breath. His core was much thicker than Vox’s own emaciated form. Alastor was still slim but there was more muscle especially around the thighs. No wonder the demon had no problem carrying Vox. 

 

“Ah!” the TV demon gasped out, allowing himself to concentrate on the pleasure and take in the visual of Alastor’s perfect body. Every partner Vox had ever been with had been stronger than him in some way. Gender made no difference, being a lovely lady with scales or an eleven foot tall moth man, Vox enjoyed feeling weaker. Perhaps it’s because he had to maintain a larger than life TV personality, both now and during his human life. He just wanted room to relax. Once Vox accepted this about himself, he saw how this desire had always manifested even in his very restrained human life. Vox hadn’t had a petite Hollywood wife. Though the woman he had married was able to put on a dress and play along with the strict gender roles of the 1950s, she was if nothing else a Venus with muscles. The media overlord badly wanted to run his hands over the tight muscle in front of him now. Alastor’s thighs twitched as he lifted his hips pushing into his own hand. The veins on his hand were visible as he stroked them both firmly. Forearms tense with strength. Occasionally when Vox angled his head just right he could see the tension on Alastor’s abs as the radio demon drew closer to his own release.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Y-you’re so hot!” Vox whined, unable to coherently express his admiration and gratitude for Alastor's body. For the privilege of seeing him in his totality.

**

 

Vox’s loud glitching voice made Alastor’s ears twitch and he closed his eyes with a sigh. His hips moved forward, the feeling of Vox’s dick trapped against his own sending shivers down his spine. Every sound Vox made could be heard, down to his uneven breathing. Alastor loved it, it excited him. Even more the thought that Mimzy might be able to hear Vox’s reverent cries down the hallway, bolstered him with pride.

 

“Fuck…” The redhead bit his lips, panting as his hand kept moving, feeling so close to his own release. He had no idea what came over him, but something about having Vox leave without his collar on had irked him. His patience had been worn thin all night by headaches and not just of the migraine variety. Alastor would be lying if he said he hadn’t been riled up by Mimzy’s invasion. Then when his fingers pressed into the Vox’s screen and he effortlessly responded with the previously programmed command, Alastor snapped. After the kiss he just had to test to make sure it wasn’t a fluke, that Vox really remembered. So he’d touched his chest and oh the thrill of power when the response came. Then the heady feeling of Vox’s surprised desperation. His doll so willing to play at the drop of a hat. So desperate and needy for him.

 

“You’d do anything for me.” Alastor moaned out. 

 

Despite Vox’s loud whining the TV demon still heard him. “Fuck yes!” 

 

Alastor raised his hand to press his palm against a broad chest. Despite the test strips and static, Vox called out the appropriate response.

 

“Please, sir!” It was too much and Vox tensed. “A-alastor!”

 

Blue claws dug into the shadows restraining Vox’s wrists, his screen glitched unable to hold the image of his face steady. Cum spilled over Alastor’s hand, coating his fingers and his own dick. Smoothing his path as he kept stroking. The radio demon’s ego gloated at the sight of the debauched mess Vox had become.

 

Alastor had no problem cashing his checks and he hoped Mimzy had heard Vox screaming his name. He hoped she regretted cheating on him during their time above ground, because Vox was proof that Alastor could satisfy. That he was worth chasing after. That the sexual release he could provide if given the appropriate respect was absolutely mind blowing.

 

He was not broken!

 

Vox’s body went limp, the tension of his orgasm leaving his body twitching as Alastor continued on wanting to find his own release. He could find satisfaction in pleasure. He had no problem enjoying a slice of cake on his own terms.

 

“Couldn’t even hold out long enough for me to cum.” Alastor groaned lamenting the loss of Vox’s sweet voice. Instead he played back the TV demon’s moans in his head shuddering at the imaginary sounds, his own form of fantasy. He let himself be vocal unafraid now that Vox wasn’t conscious to hear his pleasure, to misinterpret it, or use it against him later.

 

“Fuck… ah… how can… uh…ah dirty l-little slut like you get me so fucking…worked up!” He bit his lips and groaned as he reached his own climax with a shudder. Something primal in him urged him to smear his cum all over Vox’s stomach, so he did, and he didn’t judge himself for it. It’s not like Vox would care, he’d probably get off on it.

 

The radio demon took a calming breath coming down from the high of his orgasm. He sat on Vox’s legs catching his breath, watching the demon’s screen to make sure he would come back online. There was a flicker and a thin line like a TV being turned off. Alastor leaned forward cum covered hand resting on Vox’s chest to feel the fall and rise of breathing. Suddenly the screen displayed a lazy drifting of Zs across the screen.

 

Alastor laughed, the sound somewhat shaky and holding so much more than amusement. The radio demon was relieved. Relieved to have some sense of normalcy. Relieved that he could satisfy Vox. Relieved that the TV demon hadn’t asked about Mimzy’s words. Relieved that Vox wanted to be his doll.

 

Mimzy had no idea what she was talking about. She’d always been concerned about what she was getting out of any arrangement, and much like Vox she was greedy. Always wanting more, always taking. It’s what got her in trouble so often. Well Alastor wasn’t bailing her out anymore. He had someone that was more than willing to be his little dress up doll, and when his dolly was particularly good Alastor didn’t even really mind playing with him.

 

The radio demon allowed Vox to sleep in his bed while he washed up, slipping back into his nightshirt once clean. Vox didn’t so much as stir when Alastor touched a warm cloth to his stomach. Red eyes gazed up at the pixelated Zs floating across a black screen. A soft hum left Alastor’s throat as he meticulously cleansed Vox’s skin. He let himself relax into the aftercare, not having to wear a mask or worry about how he was being perceived. He could take his time rearranging Vox’s clothes and make him presentable. Just an unresponsive doll Alastor could play with.

 

“Well, you can’t stay here, though I know you would love to.” Alastor’s hand brushed against the dark screen. “I haven’t got any cables to hook you up with. So I’ll have to bring you back to your toy box to charge.”

 

A hand rested on Vox’s chest before Alastor rearranged the demon into his lap.

 

“Five more minutes.” Vox grumbled and his arms wrapped around Alastor’s neck. “Mhmm.”

 

“I spoil you entirely too much.” Alastor laughed at himself as he held onto Vox cupping the back of his head. His shadows consumed him and as they moved through the aether Alastor hummed a little lullaby. It seemed to sooth the disembodied eyes as well as cradle Vox back into a deeper sleep. 

 

The pair manifest onto Vox’s bed. His room was dark, the only light was that of the city filtering through the window. Alastor shuffled Vox into his bed. He removed Box’s shoes and hooked him up to his power supply tucking him in.

 

“I suppose I’ll pick you an outfit since I’m here.”

 

**

Vox woke up in a haze of confusion. The overwhelming rattling and buzzing of his alarm urging him to get ready for work made him scramble to sit up in his bed. He touched his face to stop the alarm and looked around to find himself in his own room with no recollection of how he got there. He stretch of his arms and touched the back of his head to find himself plugged in. He unhooked himself with a tired groan, body aching and knees hurting. He popped his knees as he got up. Hand on his knee caps bending his legs continuously until he was relieved by the clicking.

 

The question of how he got back home safely was answered when he saw an outfit laid out at the end of his bed. A bright smile lit up his screen as he walked over to inspect his outfit. On top of the folded clothes was a note:

 

Keep your collar on.

 

Vox touched his hand to his neck feeling the leather and metal of the collar he hadn’t realized he was still wearing. He swallowed nervously torn between obeying his maker’s request and the sheer impracticality of wearing a collar with the word slut emblazoned on it. Valentino would surely notice, and then what? How would Vox explain himself, let alone avoid fucking the moth who would most likely get turned on by seeing the collar. Vox paused his hand hovering over the pile of clothes as he realized he was already thinking of how to avoid Val’s lustful hands. Alastor hadn’t requested chastity, but still it felt wrong to be touched by someone else when Vox was…

 

Collared.

 

“It’s just a play collar.” Vox told himself, claws tapping against the metal. But the game was over. Wasn’t it? He wasn’t playing at being Alastor’s cat. They’d moved on to doll. But still Alastor had requested his doll wear the collar. It was just a new part of the game. Maybe a sadistic little game to see if Vox would comply. To see the TV demon squirm in humiliation, going about his daily life with the word slut around his neck. Maybe Alastor would be watching him from the shadows laughing at Vox acting like a domineering businessman and knowing he was nothing but a submissive little slut. Letting the world know by virtue of the collar that he had no power.

 

“Fuck I’m so hard right now!” Vox groaned, grabbing at the edge of his screen. In the past Vox may have sought out Valentino for a quicky just to scratch the sudden itch, but the thought didn’t seem as  appealing now. Instead the TV demon took a calming breath and tried to ignore his body’s response to his own fantasies of degradation. Picking up the clothes he unfolded the neat red square to reveal a red turtleneck. Alastor really must adore putting him in this particular piece, and Vox wondered if that was linked to nostalgia. Practically speaking though, the turtleneck would cover up the collar which, while ruining Vox’s degradation fantasy, was actually rather considerate of the radio demon.

 

Vox would still know he was wearing his collar and so would Alastor, which was still arousing, even if no one else could see.

 

Along with the turtleneck was a pair of blue high waisted pants with wide flowing legs. He remembered this was a piece Velvette had given him. A pair of suspenders pulled everything together, along with a pair of block heeled suede boots both in black. Vox got dressed and admired the clack of his own shoes as he walked confidently into his kitchen. His collar was well hidden under his turtleneck. It would have been perfect to walk into the kitchen and find Alastor there waiting for him with breakfast at the ready. Prepare to send his barbie doll on his way to his dream job, to make money which Alastor would squirrel away into appropriate savings and checkings accounts. Vox would never have to think of what to wear or what to buy, where his food came from or if his house would be clean. He’d be the perfect little working doll, living the dream life with no worries. Being used for his labor, his body and whatever his maker desired. The thought was comforting but soon reality came barging in.

 

“Amorcito!” Val exclaimed, door banging against the wall with the force of his entrance. Vox grimaced as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

 

“Morning Val, what can I do for you this fine day?” He asked curiously, taking a tentative sip of his coffee.

 

“I just wanted to see you, Voxxie baby. Can’t I come visit my favorite little plaything.” Val pinched his screen and Vox swatted his hand away.

 

“Favorite? What did Angel get shot by an angelic bullet or something?”

 

“Don’t be such a jealous bitch, always bringing up Angel. You’re gonna give yourself wrinkles.” Val append at his screen.

 

“I don’t think I have to worry about that.” Vox brought his mug to his lips again just to have it plucked out of his hand. Val leaned down, the lower set of arms encircling around Vox’s waist, while one hand tilted his screen up.

 

“Look at you all dressed up again. You want some sugar with your coffee?” Valentino purred and Vox actually felt a bit guilty. Sure the moth slept with tons of other people, sure Vox was easily tossed aside whenever Angel was in the picture, and true his relationship with Valentino wasn’t any more exclusive than his relationship with Alastor. But, at least Vox was aware of all this. Vox knew Val was sleeping around. Val wasn’t lying and keeping secrets. Vox was lying by omission to Val and even Alastor. Neither knew how much or how little Vox cared for them.

 

 The TV demon allowed himself to be pulled into a kiss, though it was less than enthusiastic even when one of Val’s hands went to cup an ass cheek. All Vox could think about was that he was lying to everyone. Surprisingly he seemed to care about the fact that he was being dishonest. He cared that Alastor was suffering through headaches, and he cared that Valentino would probably have an explosive reaction to being put on the back burner. Even if their relationship had always been on and off, even if it was just casual, Val had a strange attachment to Vox. Not just because they were business partners but because Vox was one of very few sinners who wasn’t majorly affected by Val’s poison. There was a novelty, and Vox knew that's what Valentino got out of sex with him. As far as the moth was aware, Vox’s responses were real. He had no idea that the TV demon was actually fantasizing about someone else. That on occasion he needed to get just a bit tipsy off Val’s spit and imagine he was with Alastorre just to get off. Even now as they kissed Vox’s breath wasn’t taken away by Val’s skillful tongue but his worry that Val’s hand might wander down his neck and feel the collar. 

 

Vox’s claw grabbed the moth’s hand which was trailing down the side of his screen. Vox pushed his tongue further into Valentino’s mouth hiding his worry under false enthusiasm. 

 

“Mmm, papi, I don’t have time for distractions today.” Vox said, pitching his voice low and pulling away letting his other hand trail down Val’s exposed chest, before stepping away in disinterest. He covered up his frown by taking another sip of his coffee and pulling out his phone.

 

“Aw come on mi amor. You can create your own hours, why not be a little late for today?”

 

“I have casting calls today Val, you know how tedious those can be.”

 

A set of hands came to massage Vox's shoulders and he tried not to tense up under kneading fingers. “Well, you should probably relax later, huh? I could spare some time this evening before my shoot.”

 

Vox plastered on a bright smile turning to look at Val. It almost hurt to deny his business partner, but Vox really didn’t find himself in the mood. The sex last night with Alastor had been mind blowing and the doll prompt was already getting him riled up with anticipation. Valentino just paled in comparison. Vox thought of a delicate way to turn him down. It would have to shield Val’s ego so the demon wouldn’t let out his frustration on some innocent sinner or company property.

 

“You have so much on your plate, Val, you really don’t have to. I know you’re doing a photoshoot for the launch of that new website and you’ve got some Angel Dust scenes to film. I can be a big boy and handle myself for tonight, papi.” Vox set down his mug and leaned against the counter looking up at Valentino with a devilish grin. “Besides, sometimes I like being a little frustrated. All the better when you put me in my place.”

 

Valentino smirked, easily manipulated when Vox had the time and energy to play the moth’s ego against him. “I suppose a little build up isn’t too bad. Just don’t tease me too much with these cute little outfits.” A gold tipped claw snapped Vox’s suspenders. The media overlord watched his business partner leave, charming smile dropping from his face the moment he was out of view.

Chapter 16: Dollification Encore Part: 1

Notes:

Warning for sub drop and sex scene between Vox and Valentino, marked with [!] if you want to skip.

Anyone who was anybody came to Velvette when they needed a custom piece for a hellish occasion. Despite her abrasive attitude she was a fashion genius, a master of patterns and bringing the ‘it’ factor to any ensemble. So Vox wasn’t surprised when Alastor left an envelope on top of his next outfit requesting that Vox take the enclosed drawings to Velvette.

 

I assume she is capable of reproducing this within two weeks. 

 

The sketches were rather detailed unlike the usual childish doodles Alastor scribbled out. The media overlord was surprised (and somewhat jealous) of the radio demon’s technical skill. It seemed the redhead was skilled with his hands in many ways. Vox tried not to let his mind wander towards memories of nimble fingers pushing inside of him or stroking him.

 

Instead he picked up the outfit that he was set to wear for the day. It was a simple tight black turtleneck, which had a zipper at the back so Vox could easily slip in. To cover up the back zipper Alastor had picked out Vox’s usual red and black striped waistcoat. The outfit was completed with a pair of black slacks and red boots with a chunky heels that added two inches to the TV demon’s height. Velvette would surely comment on the outfit when Vox went to request Alastor’s design. Which would definitely be in his favor. If Velvette felt inspired she was more likely to indulge in a commission. If it weren’t for the fact that the turtleneck was so sight Vox would have loved to wear his collar again, but there was no way to put it on without it being obvious. It had felt nice wearing it all day yesterday, almost calming as he sat through hours of silent auditions, taking notes on actors and telling his assistant to save certain headshots for callbacks. The collar was a reminder that he had a safe space to relax. That there was a dedicated time for him to be mindless, that he didn’t need to be in control of himself or everyone else around him twenty four seven.

 

Vox stopped in front of a mirror as he exited his room. Taking out his phone, he took a picture and sent it to the Voxtech watch in Alastor’s possession.

 

Dolly is dressed for work.

 

The radio demon may not be aroused by the clothes Vox wore, but he obviously enjoyed dressing Vox up and admiring his work. Vox’s hand smoothed over his vest thinking back on the previous dress up sessions, and how everything he’d been put in was very modest. Vox had always been covered head to toe. Alastor himself was usually completely dressed at all times, giving Vox only the occasional rare treat of seeing his body. Tuesday had been a gift, seeing Alastor in all his glory. It had been the first time but Vox hoped it wasn’t the last. 

 

The TV demon continued to think about the difference in his and Alastor’s desires as he made his way to Velvette’s studio. The doll demon was already at one of her sewing machines, letting out an annoyed sigh at Vox’s approaching footsteps.

 

“I’m busy.” She muttered between a mouth full of pin needles.

 

“I can see that, but I was hoping to pique your interest with a special request.”

 

The pigtailed demon looked up with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes glanced over Vox’s outfit and she smiled. “Back to caring about appearances I see. Or rather personal appearance instead of business reputations.”

 

Vox smiled brightly glad that his outfit had gotten Velvette’s attention like he predicted it would. “In a way, yes.”

 

The smaller demon got up with a swish of her hips and flick of her hair holding out her hand for the paper Vox was holding. “What you got for me, babes.”

 

“Just a suit I’m hoping you can make in two weeks' time.” He handed over Alastor's drawing and Velvette’s eyes lit up.

 

“You did not design this! It’s gorgeous! Old school yeah, with the lace and beading but not over the top. Still a clean cut, modern with its hint of femininity.” Velvette walked up to her dressing stage hanging the picture on one of the mirrors and rummaging through rolls of fabric.

 

“You don’t think I could design that?” Vox crossed his arms in mock anger.

 

“Oh I don’t think you could hold a pencil steady enough to draw this out.” Velvette said, pulling out a dark blue fabric roll. “So who’s the fashionista who’s been dressing you up on occasion, and why do you listen to them after years of ignoring my sage advice.”

 

“Would you believe it’s a lover?” Vox said vaguely.

 

“Valentino?” Velvette whistles with pride. “Didn’t think he had it in him to come up with something so modest, but good on him. I love it!”

 

“I mean…” Vox decided against correcting his college. It didn’t really matter. Instead he decided to take advantage of the confusion and ask something that was on his mind. This would be a rare chance to get insight from someone else about his relationship with Alastor. “How would you feel about someone who enjoyed dressing you up? Not provocatively, always fully dressed, very put together and professional.” 

 

“I don’t know, sounds sweet. Not my cup of tea since I dress bitches up all day, but I guess it’d be nice.”

 

“Do you think it’s a sexual thing?” That was Vox’s main hang up. He never really thought anything Alastor did was sexually driven, but he couldn’t deny that the doll prompt seemed to have an effect on the demon. He tried not to let his mind wonder to being dry humped against Alastor’s door, or how quickly things had escalated from there. It was wholly out of character for the radio demon.

 

“I mean not necessarily.” Velvette shrugged.

 

“What if they’ve said they don’t like you wearing lingerie but they dress you up fully clothed. Like…are they trying to say something with that?”

 

“Vox what the bloody hell are you going on about? Did Valentino call you ugly again or something? If he doesn’t want you wearing lingerie, who cares? He walks around half naked most of the time anyway, maybe he likes seeing you clothed.”

 

“It’s not…” Vox hesitated, wondering for a moment if Velvette was safe to talk to. She got annoyed with Val just as much as he did and she was aware that they weren’t exactly exclusive and Vox needed someone to talk to. Velvette raised an eyebrow at him, hands on her hips. “It’s not Val…”

 

“Ooooh!” Velvette smirked wide. “So you found yourself a side piece, huh? Val to busy fucking around to scratch all your itches?” Her eyes lit up. “Wait, who drew this? Are they the reason you had a sense of style a couple of months ago? Oh I’ve gotta meet this demon and shake their hand.”

 

“Uh, fuck you.” Vox glared. “I always had a sense of style.”

 

“Yeah and it was stuck in the 1950’s bargain bin.” Vel said flippantly. “So your new beau likes to dress you up, but in nice things rather than lingerie? Why are you complaining? You look good.”

 

“Because I don’t get it. I just…look one of his exes told me he did the same thing to her. Dress her up but lost interest in fucking. The thing is the guy’s never been particularly interested in sex, but damn the orgasm he gives me. I fucking crash and reboot almost everytime. I don't want to lose that. I don’t want him to lose interest in… me.”

 

“Well it sounds like he hasn’t. If he was never interested to begin with then how could he lose it? Just sounds like dressing people up is something he enjoys, and you should be grateful he has good taste.”

 

“So I shouldn’t worry? I mean he’s told me before that he doesn’t like sex? I think? Fuck! I don’t know. I don’t get it. He doesn’t need to get off or anything, mostly it’s me screaming my head off, and he says he’s cool with that. I mean like sometimes he’ll fuck me cause he likes the sounds I make. That's a must. He can’t get it up by looking at me but if I make the right sound.” A ding ding ding, burst forth from Vox’s speakers. He knew he was rambling but finally being able to talk to someone about this shit was relieving. Maybe Velvette would even be helpful in formulating a plan to woo Alastor. Maybe a new perspective could give Vox some insight and he wouldn’t have to worry about the radio demon’s headaches and any future slip ups. He needed a fresh perspective so he could ease Alastor into loving him before the hypnosis broke. If the redhead was in love with Mimzy at some point, then why couldn't he be in love with Vox?

 

Why wasn’t Vox good enough?

 

Velette looked at her phone with a shrug. “Sounds like he might be ace or something. Have you asked?”

 

“Ace?”

 

“Asexual.” Velvette waved her phone around as her eyes looked up at the ceiling with exasperation, before taking pity on Vox and explaining herself. “Forgot you lived in repressed times. Well, sometimes a bee thinks a flower is rather pretty, but he’s not inclined to pollinate the flower. He just buzzes about happy to just look at the pretty flower. The flower thinks ‘aw hell this bee doesn’t like me cause he’s not trying to get my sweet sweet pollen’. But the bee is like ‘damn this is the prettiest flower I’ve ever seen’ so he flies on in for a closer look. The flower is all pissed because the bee is still not trying to pollinate him, and the bee is confused cause he really likes the flower and doesn't know why he’s getting the cold shoulder. So then the Flower is like ‘why don’t you want to pollinate me?’ And the bees like ‘oh that didn't even cross my mind. Did you want me to pollinate you?” And the flower’s being a little huffy bitch and says, 'duh that's what all the bees do, and I like being pollinated.’ So the bee gets all up in those petals, and is like ‘well that was fun but can I just go back to looking at you now?’ And for whatever fucking reason the flower is like, ‘so you don’t like pollenating me?’ and the bees like ‘that’s not what I said, stop assume just because I’m ace I don’t like sex!’”

 

The end of the story seemed to be oddly personal and Vox just stared at Velvette who was clutching her phone in anger, chest raising and falling with every angry exhale of breath.

 

“What the fuck kind of metaphor was that, Vel?” 

 

“I don’t know, fucking look it up if you don’t like my explanation!” Velvette brought her phone up to her face, which had a clear pout on it. “Typical allosexual, insecure about the asexual who’s obviously aesthetically attracted to you, but doesn’t bat an eye at the pansexual who fucks him but calls him ugly.”

 

“Aesthetically attracted?” Vox looked up with confusion, completely ignoring the latter half of his colleague’s statement. He had no idea what those two words meant together, but the thought that Alastor found him attractive in any sort of way made his heart flutter.

 

“Yeah there’s different kinds. Like obviously Val isn’t aesthetically attracted to you, but he is sexually attracted to you or something, since you two love to fuck each other. Which is apparently oh so important. And it sounds like this mysterious guy you’re telling me about thinks you are pretty and likes to dress you up in stylish little outfits and admire you but that doesn’t make him want to stick his dick inside you.”

 

“You really think he finds me pretty?”

 

Velvette rolled her eyes at him and patted his arm. “Sure thing babes. He thinks you’re the prettiest little prince he’s ever seen. And you’ll definitely look the part with this outfit he sketched for you.” The pigtailed demon pulled out a measuring tape slithering it around Vox and before writing down the numbers in a small notepad. “I’ll need you to come in tomorrow for a fitting of the pattern. I’ll draft it up tonight but I won’t have it ready for you until the end of the week. The beadings gonna kill me but if it’s what your mysterious man wants then that’s what he’ll get.”

 

“Thanks Vel, and don’t mention this to Val.”

 

“Fuck if I care about your side piece, just make sure you keep the little piss baby happy too. I don’t want to lose any of my models. Val won’t be happy about being cucked.”

 

**

 

Every hotel resident was gathered awkwardly in the sitting area. Charlie had a nervous smile on her face but the plate of cookies and pot of tea showed she was determined to bring a relaxed atmosphere to the meeting. Husk unscrewed a flask and took a generous drink. Vaggie refused to make eye contact with Alastor. Angel was on the other side of the spectrum making intense eye contact with the radio demon who just had his usual smile in place. Mimzy was toying with her garter, occasionally shooting Alastor a minxish grin. Nifty was on the floor stabbing a rather fat cockroach over and over again as it twitched in its death throes. The buzz at Alastor’s wrist let him know that he’d gotten a message from Vox, though he was unable to check it.

 

“Soooo…” Charlie started with a nervous laugh. “I know it can be hard living together with all these different personalities and needs. But really we are here to help each other improve!”

 

“I’m here mainly for the free rent. Though I do think we’re all getting better at… cuming out of our shells.” Angel said with a flirty wink towards Alastor.

 

“See this behavior right here is the issue, Charlie.” Alastor pointed his staff at Angel. “It’s bad enough I’ve had to deal with this degenerate but now.” He swung his mic over to point at Mimzy, his voice dropping threateningly low as a filter distorted it. “This one’s here too.”

 

Charlie used a delicate finger to lower Alastor’s staff. “Guys, let's be considerate. We all live here and everyone should feel comfortable in their home. That means no unwanted advances or comments.”

 

Mimzy huffed, but Angel to his credit nodded in understanding. “It's just I never would have thought…” Angel paused like he was trying to puzzle something out. He had been staring intently at Alastor all day yesterday, and seemed to be doing the same today. Whatever had been bothering the spider demon he shook it off. He gave an apologetic smile to the redhead. “Alastor, you know I’m jokin’ half the time, right?”

 

“I don’t find your jokes amusing when they are of a sexual nature pertaining to me.”

 

“Oh but if he’s harassing me it's funny?” Husk droned.

 

“Yes, absolutely hilarious!” Alastor beamed with a wide smile.

 

“No one is harassing anyone. We all deserve to come home, relax and…enjoy a quiet evening.” Charlie shot a hesitant glance at Alastor who cocked his head to the side with a snap.

 

“Whatever do you mean, dear?”

 

“There is nothing wrong with having visitors over. I’m very happy to see your social life improving, Alastor, truly, but um…maybe keep it down just a bit?” Pale white fingers came together to leave a narrow space between them in a gesture of making something smaller. Charlie looked awkward yet hopeful.

 

“Yeah when Mimzy said you broadcasted screams I thought they where from torture not ‘cause you where fuckin’ their brains out!” Angel chimed in.

 

“I didn’t mind the noise.” Nifty said with a giggle popping up needle still in hand and roach securely impaled. “Did you have to punish a bad boy, sir?”

 

Nifty’s big round eye looked up at Alastor with a sadistic glint and there was a moment of comradery. Dom to domme. The radio demon patted the little bug on the head. “No, dear, I was rewarding a very good boy.”

 

“I need a drink.” Husk deadpanned

 

“Alastor!” Charlie gasped.

 

“Ugh.” Vaggie groaned 

 

“Wish it’d been me.” Angel sighed out.

 

“What the fuck?!” Mimzy threw her hands up.

 

Charlie waved her hand in an appeasing motion trying to calm the room down. “Ok, ok. We all have to start respecting each other’s boundaries. That means no suggestive comments, knocking before you enter a room, and being mindful of the noise level at night.”

 

Husk got up with a stretch. “Welp, let's all celebrate our new found respect for one another with a stiff drink. I know I need it.”

 

Charlie seemed to deflate as everyone got up and followed Husk to the bar. Vaggie rested her hand on Charlie's shoulder apologetic but happily took a shot of tequila when Husk offered it to her. Apparently no one in the hotel was able to handle the revelation that Alastor could in fact make someone moan.

 

“Cheer up, Charlie, my girl. I promise I will take your words into account.” Alastor said with a smile as he pulled his sleeve back to check the message on his device. The little screen displayed a picture of Vox wearing the outfit he had set out for him. Alastor's lips closed into a prideful smile. A good boy indeed.

 

“It’s Vox, huh?”

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor made an uncommitted sound as he deleted the message trying to keep his smile as neutral as possible.

 

“I'm definitely surprised. I mean I knew you were friends before but, I didn’t think you were this close. My offer still stands though. If you ever need someone to talk to.” Charlie’s voice was sweet, touched with an air of whimsy only a hopeless romantic could muster. “Or if you just need help with navigating technology so you can keep in touch with him, I’m always available, Alastor.”

 

The radio demon turned a deadly smile towards her, attempting to kill the soft atmosphere with demonic radio sounds.“You’d be better off keeping your little nose out of my business, dear. I trust you won’t tell anyone about my affairs.” Alastor booped Charlie on the nose and the princess giggled despite the ominous noise and glow surrounding Alastor.

 

“Of course, Alastor.” She looked at him with genuine care. “You can trust me.”

 

There was an uncomfortable queasy feeling in the pit of Alastor's stomach which he ignored. It was odd how he’d been feeling so ill as of late. Nausea, stomach upset and headaches, it was torture. Instead of addressing any of his discomfort Alastor simply melted into the floor and retreated to his radio tower.

 

Once he was in the safety of his tower Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose, a light headache tapping at the inside of his skull. He was exhausted. Tired of the reminder of inadequacy Mimzy represented. Tired of the juxtaposition of who he was when he was with her and who he is with Vox and how different it seemed.

 

It scared him.

 

When Mimzy had cheated he’d laughed. He’d laughed at her and himself. Not surprised but still angry. His kill count had skyrocketed, and he had even contemplated making that trumpet player choke on his own instrument, but the anger had faded. With every kill he had fallen back into his routine, the only difference had been that Mimzy was no longer a part of it. He’d accepted it, was even relieved not to have to play the part of lover anymore. Eventually when Mimzy came back around he had even fallen back into a platonic relationship with her, holding his boundaries firm. She seemed to have respected those boundaries after a few pushes but now she was mocking him. Now she felt entitled to his time and body and catching Alastor in a sexual relationship only seemed to fuel her annoyance.

 

Mimzy wanted to figure out what was so different. Why Alastor was so willing to engage in sex now, and frankly Alastor wanted to figure that out too. Because Rosie was correct. Alastor easily moved on from Mimzy, in life and in death. But he couldn’t imagine what hell would be like without Vox.

 

**

 

Vox had his eyes closed tight concentrating on not displaying the video he was replaying in his mind on his screen, as Val railed him from behind. He’d pulled up the file holding the video of Alastor fucking him over his desk, which allowed him to produce the right amount of ego stroking moans for Valentino not to notice his lack of mental presence. The moth was spewing insults behind him that Vox wasn’t really paying attention to but seemed to hold the basic words he enjoyed, such as slut and whore.

 

Valentino had him currently bent over the kitchen counter with pajama pants pooled at Vox’s feet. It’s not that Val wasn’t hitting the spot, he most definitely was, and it sent electric little tingles down Vox’s spine. It was that the TV demon was more focused on being Alastor’s little doll. Luckily he hadn’t changed into his outfit yet since Alastor hadn’t picked anything out, just left a note instructing him to wear the clothes Velvette had custom made for him. So it didn’t feel so violating to let Val fuck him while he wasn’t officially in doll mode. Besides Velvette had a point, Vox couldn’t risk not appeasing Val. The media overlord was very business savvy, could find the loophole or advantage in any contract. Hell he was the one who wrote up all of the Vee’s soul contracts to make sure they were air tight. But he couldn’t puzzle a way out of his current predicament.

 

He had foolishly fallen back in love with the radio demon, despite knowing better, and he was still in a strange entanglement with Val. Though Vox had hope that he could win Alastor’s heart, that the collar tucked away in his nightstand meant something, he had no idea how to end things with Valentino. They where business partners, and for seven years they had been fucking on and off using each other to distract themselves from their real desires. Val wanted Angel, but Vox provided an ego stroke, power and money. Though Vox got tired of Val’s temper, it did lead to some mind blowing sex and the porn industry the moth managed brought in thousands of desperate souls and lots of money. Alastor had been right. Vox would be nothing without the other Vees.

 

[!]

 

“Fucking useless little slut, that’s all you are.” Val growled at him from behind, a particularly deep thrust causing Vox’s legs to tremble.

 

“Yes.” Vox groaned not realizing how much he agreed with the statement. Never understanding where his needs to be degraded came from. He just wanted to hear how stupid he was. How little he meant. He wanted his deepest insecurities confirmed. That he was never and could never be loved. He wanted it repeated over and over again so that maybe his heart would stop longing for the things he wasn’t good enough to deserve. Like Alastor’s affection. Even if the radio demon loved him it only caused him pain, because Vox was fundamentally flawed, and he wanted to hear that.

 

“Can’t even function without a cock in you.”

 

“Ah!” Blue claws scratched at the counter as Val took hold of his screen and yanked his head back. The moth leaned over his body, cock pressing  up against Vox’s prostate deliciously. One set of hands had a bruising hold on narrow hips, as Val pulled them close and started fucking ito Vox hard.

 

“Mhmm? Amorcito, isn’t that right?”

 

“Yes, papi.” Vox gasped out, every thrust jolting his body and causing him to lose his breath.

 

“Couldn’t even code that damn payment extension right!” Val shoved Vox’s face down suddenly. Luckily Vox’s hand cushioned his screen so it didn’t hit the marble counter. The pain of hard glass hitting his knuckles however could not be ignored. I mingled in with the feeling of pleasure racking his body and he moaned. “I don’t fuck you for two week and suddenly forget how to do your job!”

 

Vox’s head was yanked back again, claws crawling over the edge of his screen scratching at the glass. “Now I have to delay the launch because you’re to stupid of a fucking slut to be good for anything other than moaning around my cock.”

 

Vox felt sick, he felt humiliated and worst of all his screen glitched as he came hard. “Fuuuck! Yes!”

 

For a blissful moment all the pain and all the self loathing disappeared, his mind short circuiting to overcome by sensation to process any coherent thought. He wasn’t thinking about how cruel Val was being, he wasn’t thinking about the secret he was keeping from his business partner. He wasn’t thinking about how he wished Alastor was fucking him instead. He wasn’t thinking about the truth or his desire and how he’d wiped all evidence of it from Alastor’s mind. He thought of nothing. Vox was just an empty shell as his screen was consumed by black and his body went slack against the counter, cum running down the cabinets.

 

[!]

 

When Vox came to he found himself slumped on the floor and he groaned in confusion before remembering he’d been with Valentino not Alastor. Of course he wouldn’t reboot to a comfortable bed or his clothes rearranged. In fact his pajama pants were still tangled around his legs. Looking up the TV demon saw Val smirking down at him, read saliva dripping from his mouth obviously satisfied at the humiliation he caused and the power he wielded over Vox in the brief moment of their coupling. Power that Valentino gained not from intoxicating Vox with his pheromones but that he took forcefully from a willing body unclouded by any other chemicals but the endorphins Vox’s fucked up mind produced. He hated himself, and couldn’t bear to look at Val as the demon took off the used condom and zipped up his pants.

 

“Amorcito, don’t be embarrassed. You needed a good fucking to get your head straight, and it’s not like anyone but me is gonna touch you.” Val tossed the used condom at Vox like he was trash, and maybe he was. It stuck to his screen with a wet plop and the powerful media overlord shuddered with a mixture of pleasure and disdain. “Now that you’ve had your little moment of being a mindless whore, I expect you to fucking fix the website. We don’t need any more delays, do we, Voxxie?”

 

Vox said nothing and Val lit a cigarette leaving a trail of smoke as he exited the apartment. The condom still clung to Vox’s screen as he sat in silence. He couldn’t even convince himself that Val was wrong. That Alastor touched him, that he was being fucked regularly by someone else didn’t matter. Because if it weren’t for the fact that Vox had hypnotized Alastor, that he’d made the man forget, Val would be one hundred percent right. No one wanted Vox. Not wholly, not completely. They wanted parts. They wanted an object. A computer to run code. A doll to look at. No one wanted Vox the man, because that person no longer exists. The TV demon had been so obsessed with material wealth and status symbols in his human life that he became an object in hell. All humanity was stripped from him the moment he entered hell with a TV for a head.

 

 Vox’s fist balled in anger and he wiped the condom off his face leaving a trail of cum on his screen. 

 

**

The telltale tingle of Vox tuning his office radio into Alastor’s frequency washed over his skin. The redhead was in his radio tower hiding from Mimzy, and generally ignoring his hotel duties. Charlie had gotten into the annoying habit of giving him a tender smile every time she caught him fiddling with his wrist watch. Vox had been sending him photos everyday of his outfits, and Alastor would be lying if he said he didn’t get a little thrill of control knowing Vox was being such a compliant little doll. It was like getting to glimpse into a dollhouse. Something to tide them both over until it was time to take his doll out of his toy box. It did unsettle Alastor that Charlie seemed to have such a knowing smile though. On top of that, Mimzy was trying to desperately find out who had been in Alastor’s room that night two weeks ago. It appeared as if the little lady wanted to know what this mysterious demon had that she didn’t. Alastor couldn’t answer that, and avoided the questions and everyone else by locking himself in his tower. So it was a surprise to get a call from his doll, especially when he had left a note this morning instructing Vox on what to wear and where to meet tonight. 

 

Eyes turn into dials picking up the call with a subtle glow. “Yes, dear?” 

 

“Alastor.” Vox’s voice was annoyed, before he cleared his throat. His voice still sounded tight when the TV demon spoke again. “I won’t be able to make it tonight. I should still be able to make our usual Tuesday appointment.”

 

“Excuse me?” A slight hint of annoyance added crackling to his voice.

 

“I’m not feeling well. It’s probably best if we both just take a break, I know you have been dealing with…headaches.”

 

Alastor ignored the feeling of rejection that oddly stung at his heart. “I see, well it was your idea we meet more frequently anyway.”

 

“Yeah…Well I’ll see you Tuesday then.” there was no honorific, and Vox sounded oddly pissed. Something was wrong. It was unlike the media overlord to cancel a meeting at the last minute like this.

 

“Color.” Alastor asked softly, wondering if the prompt was too much. If something had happened, if Vox was tired of being his doll. If he was getting annoyed just like Mimzy had. If he hated the fact that Alastor was all too happy to dress him up but so reluctant to satisfy his carnal needs. Hadn’t he shown Vox before he left that he was capable of satisfying him? The request to repeat the doll prompt had an unexpected effect on the radio demon. Vox had seemed to enjoy it. The  whole hotel had heard the TV demon screaming his head off in pleasure. So why was he pulling away?

 

“We’re not in a scene.” Vox hissed. 

 

“You requested month long play. You requested a second meeting. We are in fact in a scene. Just because I am not fucking you doesn’t mean we aren’t playing. You are my doll, you have worn every outfit I have laid out for you. You have followed all of my instructions, even if they are minimal. So I will ask again, what is your color?”

 

“I am canceling the meeting tonight. We are not in a scene!” Vox yelled.

 

“Then your color is red?” Alastor said coolly. His lack of emotion seemed to only fuel Vox’s anger.

 

“I didn’t say that!”

 

“You want our game to stop, that means your color is red.” Alastor explained, before letting out a sigh. “What is going on?”

 

“No! I don’t want to stop! I just–” There was a crashing sound. “Fuck, I just can’t make it tonight, ok, sir?”

 

“Mhmm.” The sudden appearance of his title was obviously an appeasement. For whatever reason Vox didn’t want to play, and that was fine. Alastor shouldn’t care. He didn’t care. Not giving Vox the attention he seemed to crave so desperately was perfectly fine with Alastor. He was happy to be free this evening. It didn’t matter that he’d put a lot of planning into tonight's outing. Requisition a special outfit be made, picking a discreet club for them to meet at, away from curious eyes. It meant nothing. The TV demon could cancel anytime… 

 

Still Alastor wanted to see Vox. He wanted to see him in that outfit. He wanted to dance. Alastor had put so much effort into this, and now he was being left out in the cold. Even though he wasn’t the one who had requested these rehearsals. It was part of the deal now. “If your color isn’t red then you have no autonomy. You are still my doll, you will show up tonight.”

 

“You’re such a fucking prick!” A frustrated growl crackled over their connection. “Fine, it’s red! Are you happy? Fucking red! I want to stop!”

 

“Of course. I’ll be over in five minutes for a debriefing.” Alastor said, to which Vox sputtered.

 

“Wait! What?”

 

Alastor got to his feet grabbing his cane. “I have overstepped a boundary and I need to know what it is so it won’t happen again. We will have to talk about what happened and I believe it is also customary to provide after care in these instances. To make sure you are emotionally well after the breach.”

 

“No, Alastor I— fuck!” There were scrambling footsteps and more banging.

 

“You seem very distressed. I’ll be right over.” The statement was said with finality and Alastor used the radio in order to teleport to Vox’s location. 

 

A surprised yelp escaped Vox’s throat when Alastor appeared in his kitchen. The radio demon had expected to materialize in the media overlord's office, not his home. He looked over his shoulder to see the small radio on Vox’s counter and glanced down to see the demon frantically scrubbing the cabinets. A red eyebrow was lifted in silent question. Vox was still in his pajamas.

 

“Are you not working today?”

 

“I told you I don’t feel well!” Vox’s screen was flushed and Alastor nodded in understanding. The demon was obviously coming down with something, perhaps flushed with fever.

 

“I’ll make you some soup and get a mustard bath going.” The redhead started to rummage through the cabinets hoping to find mustard seeds.

 

“I don’t have a cold! I just—“ Vox threw his hands up in frustration. “I’m just not in a good head space, ok?”

 

Alastor turned curiously. “The whole point of the doll prompt is to be mindless. Why are you in your head? What’s going on? Why did you say red if you don't mean it?”

 

“Because you weren’t listening!” Vox threw his cleaning rag on the floor and angry little bolts sparking between his antenna. “Just because I like to get fucked doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t need you or Valentino to tell me what to do twenty four seven just to function! I am perfectly capable of living my life without getting fucked and bossed around. I don’t need any of you!”

 

A sharp pain to Alastor’s head had him pinching the bridge of his nose. “What are you going on about? We have a deal! You modified that arrangement yourself and now you are yelling at me like some imbecile. Speaking about me in the same breath as Valentino, of all people! Has your mind finally rotted from all those screens?”

 

“I’m not stupid! I’m not some object for your fucking entertainment! I’m tired of being used! Get out!” Vox yelled and Alastor glared at him.

 

“We have a deal.” His voice was low and threatening.

 

“Fuck the deal! Fuck you and fuck Valentino!” 

 

Alastor’s head was pounding, his throbbing anger wasn’t helping the headache. A red fingered hand came up to clutch at the side of his head. Alastor tried to hold on to his composure but Vox’s irrational behavior was making it increasingly hard. It was difficult to think and be calm in the face of yelling when his head hurt so much. With a deep breath Alastor closed his eyes for a moment.

 

 There was a flash of a memory.

 

Alastor throwing Vox’s dead body to the ground. Alastor frustrated with how useless Valentino was. Alastor laughing at himself for thinking bringing Vox to the moth would help anything. Alastor lamenting how Valentino was supposed to be a buffer for…for what? The redhead shook his head, dislodging the strange vision and the pain in his temple. Instead he focused on soothing Vox. With a wide smile that only twitched slightly with irritation Alastor looked at the V demon calmly. 

 

“What did Valentino do?”

 

The lack of anger behind the question startled Vox, taking the wind out of his emotional storm. Cyan eyes looked at Alastor with confusion. Vox said nothing.

 

“What did that useless piece of shit do to set you off? I will not have him ruining our plans. You aren’t stupid Vox, far from it. And you should know better than to lumped me in with that buffoon.” Alastor kneeled down next to Vox, tracing the cord of an exposed neck, eyes glowing pupils turning into dials. “I take care of what's mine. So tell me what that moth did to upset you, so I can take care of it”

 

**

Vox’s heart stopped before starting up again. Beating like the wings of a hummingbird as Alastor’s finger traced his pulse line. Cyan eyes looked into red and Vox noticed the slight twitch at the corner of the radio demon’s eye. The pain of trying to remember. Why was Alastor trying so hard to remember? Why did he care what Val did? Why was he here?

 

“It doesn’t matter.” Vox breathed out. It wasn’t an answer to Alastor’s questions but to his own. Nothing mattered because Alastor couldn’t love him. It didn’t matter why he was here, why he wanted to know, why he enjoyed dressing Vox up, why they’d started the deal again. Aesthetic attraction, asexuality all of it didn’t matter.

 

“I don’t care!” 

 

The memory of those harsh words was all the confirmation Vox needed. Alastor didn’t want to care. This was hell. Love hurt, and everyone used each other. Alastor just didn’t want his toy in a bad mood. He wanted to dress his doll up and go out like they had planned. He didn’t really care. He just wanted to be entertained.

 

“Tell me what he did.” Alastor reached out to grab hold of the bottom of Vox’s screen. “I don’t like to see my doll upset.”

 

Vox laughed trying to turn his head, but Alastor kept him in place. “No fun playing with a broken toy is it?”

 

Red eyes narrowed and Alastor tilted his screen. “I don’t see anything broken. Perhaps a bit hysterical but you’ve always been dramatic, dear. Now tell me what he did.”

 

“It doesn’t matter, Al.” Vox tried to pull away. 

 

“It matters to me!” The buzzing sound of dead air enveloped Vox and he could feel anger pulse in waves off Alastor’s body. “I may not know why in the seven hells you still put up with that nitwit, but frankly if this is going to continue he will have to step up. Perhaps it’s not my place to get involved in your relationship, but I do not appreciate his idiocy interfering with ours.”

 

There was a long moment of silence as Vox registered what Alastor had just said. The TV demon hesitated but reached up to touch Alastor’s cheek. The redhead flinched a bit but allowed Vox’s hand to stroke his face. “It really doesn’t matter, sir. He’s not worth worrying about.”

 

Red eyes looked into cyan, and there was another stretch of silence. “Have you had breakfast?”

 

Vox shook his head. “No, sir.”

 

“Then let’s play house. Dolls are good at playing house, aren’t they?”

 

“Yes, sir.” Vox agreed.

 

“Go sit at the table and I’ll get started on breakfast.” Alastor tapped at Vox’s screen.

 

“Thank you sir.”

 

Chapter 17: Dollification Encore Part : 2

Everyone in hell knew that once you made a deal there was no getting out of it. Usually this meant your soul was on the line, but Vox still had his soul. There was no reason for Alastor to be so adamant about the specifics of their deal. Especially since Vox was the one who asked to reinstate it, he was the one who asked for another meeting, he was the one begging for Alasto’s time and care. Yet here he was sitting at his dining table with the radio demon in his kitchen cooking for him. Refusing to leave. Insisting on caring for him so he would be in the right headspace for their outing tonight. Here Alastor was, picking Vox up off the floor after Valentino threw him there. It wasn’t his responsibility, but his dom had stepped up, and Vox was grateful not to be alone.

 

Alastor set a plate of eggs benedict in front of the TV demon along with a fresh cup of coffee. The soft sound of jazz floating in the air coming from Alastor’s cane, which was leaning against the kitchen counter. The redhead hummed along to the tune as he sat down and picked up a knife and fork and started to cut into the perfectly stacked eggs and ham. Vox relaxed into the care, obediently opening his mouth when a forkful was lifted to his screen. 

 

“I suppose the hotel will miss me once something inevitably goes wrong and they come looking for me. Though maybe they won’t realize I'm gone since there are new rules about knocking and waiting for someone to answer instead of just barging into people’s rooms.” Alastor chatted pleasantly. The coffee mug was brought to full lips and the redhead blew softly to try and cool the liquid down before offering it to Vox. The TV demon took a tentative sip, the liquid still a bit too hot. He wanted to ask Alastor about Mimzy, about his relationship with her. What had made her so special that they had dated, and could Vox ever hope to replicate that? He tried not to let dark thoughts take over, and focused on the fact that Alastor was here, playing with his doll. Gently caring for him, feeding him, and talking to him. Maybe it didn’t matter if Vox was perfect, maybe he didn’t need to try and win Alastor over. Maybe they could just stay like this.

 

The media overlord sighed around another delicious mouthful of food, relaxing further into the game. Letting his mind go blank, thinking of nothing but being a good little doll. A silent companion for his maker. He had no thoughts other than love and adoration for his dom. Nothing had to be complicated, nothing needed to be puzzled out, corrected or understood. Vox didn’t need to think about what Alastor felt, how he could get out of his situationship with Valentino, or what to do when Alastor would inevitably fight his way through the fog of hypnosis. For now he was just a simple doll eating breakfast, before getting ready for his dolly day. There was no single decision he’d have to make. His maker chose what to feed him, and his maker would choose what he’d wear. Then he’d be told how to spend his day, and there was no weight of power on Vox’s shoulder. He could be passive. Submissive.

 

“Frankly, I should be less available to them, it’s exhausting dealing with everyone on a daily basis. The headaches don’t help. I’ve become less tolerant of their shenanigans. A few hours of play will do us both some good, right now.” Alastor continued to feed Vox, and cyan eyes looked at the thoughtful expression on the radio demon’s face. He seemed hesitant for a moment, but then continued to speak.

 

“I’m not fond of having to clean up after others' messes, but it seems to be something I am cursed to do. Be it at the hotel or...” A napkin was dabbed at Vox’s screen, a sad sort of smile spreading over his face. “...here with you.” 

 

 Alastor gathered the now empty plate and stood. As he got up a tentacle manifested and wrapped around Vox’s wrist. The TV demon was a bit confused but allowed the shadow to lift his arm and guide his hand towards his coffee mug. He was being maneuvered like a doll to pick up his mug and take a sip. He could hear Alastor at the sink cleaning up. By the time the dishes were set to dry Vox had finished his coffee with the aid of a tentacle. Alastor came to stand next to him with a wide smile and his staff clasped behind his back. More tentacles appeared and pulled out Vox’s chair. 

 

“Well let’s get you dressed, can’t have you lazing about in your pajamas all day.”

 

With one tentacle at each joint, Vox was moved like a marionette towards his room. He relaxed into the hold of the shadows allowing himself to become a limp doll. He had no autonomy, not even in charge of his own movement, and he sank willingly into that objectifying feeling that had upset him just moments ago. With Alastor it felt safe, relaxing even to be an object. The radio demon made no demands of him. He wasn’t yelling at him for fucking up. He wasn’t forcing him into sexual situations he barely got any pleasure out of. No, Alastor cared for his property. Ensure his dolly ate, got dressed and performed self care tasks. 

 

Vox allowed himself to be set down on the edge of his bed as Alastor moved past him into the ensuite. The TV demon didn’t need to worry, in the hands of his maker he could safely fall into a soothing mindlessness. When Alastor returned he did not have the newly made suit in hand but rather a gray button up, and light blue vest and pants set. 

 

“Arms up.” Alastor instructed and slipped off Vox’s pajama top replacing it with the shirt. The media overlord’s heart fluttered when Alastor kneeled at his feet, hands coming up to tug at the waistband of his pants. Vox raised his hips just enough so the pajama bottoms could be slipped off. Alastor continued to dress him like a doll, arranging his clothes to straighten them out and make sure they fit right. Putting brown leather loafers onto his feet and standing up to admire his work before retreating back into the attached bath.

 

“You know, I had a rag doll when I was a young boy.” Alastor came back out with a bottle of Vox’s screen cleaner, a rag and squeegee. “He wasn’t as fancy as you, but my mother made him for me out of scraps from her old skirts. He was the only toy I had. Mama couldn’t really afford much. I didn’t have time to play too often anyway, so I suppose it didn’t matter. I mostly helped mama make calas to sell.”

 

Vox smiled. “You made those for me, sir.”

 

“Indeed I did, the last time we played house. But, my mama sold the sweet kind. She was brilliant at making confections and treats. You’ve tasted her praline recipe as well.” Vox closed his eyes as Alastor sprayed his screen with the cleaner, dragging the squeegee down his face. 

 

“That’s how she supported us after my father left. Sold calas from a basket she carried around town during the day, with me trudging along at her skirts with my little doll in hand. At night she’d make gris-gris, hot foot powder or do all sorts of workings, she didn’t always charge for those. Not in the traditional sense, but plenty of ladies would bring baskets of fruit or bread after a spell did them right. I would mimic her and she gave me a little bucket to make ‘potions’ in while she was doing the real magic.” Alastor’s laugh held fondness, and he buffed Vox’s screen with the soft cloth. “Never had any mardels, jacks, or even a hoop, but I had my bucket and my doll.”

 

Vox opened his eyes and watched Alastor head back to the bathroom to put away everything. “My…daughter had a whole room full of baby dolls. Occasionally I’d bring her a porcelain one after a long business trip. She ended up getting more excited about getting a new doll rather than having daddy back.”

 

It was a bittersweet memory. The thought that even back when he was alive Vox was so inept at making connections and being loved that objects and gifts were more cherished than he was. Alastor came back out and with a flick of his wrist, tentacles sprung up to maneuver Vox to his feet.

 

“A family man, no wonder my doll likes to play house. A bit sentimental, I see.”

 

“Says the old man reminiscing about his childhood.” Vox teased as they left the room and headed back to the living room. The TV demon was promptly seated on the sofa and given a newspaper to read. “You and Mimzy never got married or…?”

 

“Oh heavens no!” Alastor sat down on the sofa with a different section of the newspaper. It was then that Vox realized he’d only been given the funnies and he scowled at the underhanded jab. Alastor hummed as he licked his finger and turned the page of his paper. “I’m not the marrying type and I can’t stand children. Always so loud and nosey. I was insufferable as a child and I’m sure any spawn of mine would be as well. I don’t see the appeal in procreating or binding yourself legally to another. I like for my deals to be entertaining, not domestic.”

 

“Yet you’re so good at performing domestic tasks.” Vox beamed.

 

“Watch your tongue, dear, before I cut it out.” Alastor sing-songed.

 

They spent a lazy morning together and surprisingly being treated like a doll seemed to re-energize Vox. He folded up the newspaper comics and rested them on his lap, glancing at Alastor who seemed engrossed with the financial sections, a rye smile across his lips as he studied the charts of the Deal Jones Industrial Average. 

 

“How’s my standing?” Vox asked.

 

“Down two percent after the failed launch of Valentino’s little website.”

 

Vox groaned. It was bad enough to have been scolded about his fuck up by Valentino, but to be confronted with his failure in the Hell Times was just salt to the wound. “I really should get to work.”

 

“I'm sure you’ll regain that and then some once you open the theater in cannibal town. Besides, I decide if my doll is going to work today or not.”

 

“I really can’t avoid not going in today. I have to fix that website, and I have callbacks for the silent film auditions. Not to mention, Velvette needs more server space for her fashion database.” Vox already felt exhausted just thinking about it. “Maybe I can move the callbacks.”

 

“I have no idea what you’re going on about but I’m sure all of that can wait.”  Alastor said happily. “We’re still playing house right now.”

 

“Al,” Vox chuckled. “You’re dolly has to go to work. You can play with him more tonight.”

 

“Hmm.” Alastor hummed with annoyance, vanishing his newspaper. “All this fuss over a two percent fall. Fine, I’ll see you tonight, and do wear your collar.”

 

**

 

Alastor melted into shadow just to appear outside of Vtower. He glared at the tall gaudy building resenting one third of the Vees. Though Vox refused to tell Alastor what exactly Valentino had done, the radio demon couldn’t help the anger that bubbled up in him. He really wasn’t keen about having to clean up after Valentino’s mess, especially on a day that Vox’s mind should be focused on him and their meeting. The moth was supposed to act as a buffer, to keep Vox satisfied in a way Alastor knew he could never provide. 

 

A quick sharp pain to the side of Alastor’s head caused him to tear his eyes away from the bright building. Valentino was useless, always had been, and Alastor should have realized that sooner. Still the anger he felt seemed out of proportion to the circumstances. True Vox had been emotional and Alastor had to step in, but that wasn't anything new. The TV demon had reached out to him to restart their deal after all, so it should be no surprise that Vox wasn’t satisfied with his relationship with Val. So why did Alastor feel so angry?

 

“Nothing but headaches, the lot of them.” The redhead mumbled under his breath as he massaged the side of his head. He started to walk down the street, whistling a tune once the pain at his temple started to ease. He was in no hurry to get back to the hotel and be faced with the possibility of having to clean up yet another mess he hadn’t caused. Or worse yet have to face Mimzy.

 

Alastor didn’t want to think about the feisty blonde. He didn’t want to think about how similar his situation with Vox was to Mimzy. How he was going to take him out dancing like he’d used to do with her. It didn’t matter, Alastor had learned his lesson. That’s why that idiot moth had to stick around. As long as Vox was being fucked by someone else Alastor didn’t have to worry about falling short. It’s not that he liked sharing his toy, it’s just he didn’t play with his doll enough, and that would build resentment. Alastor didn’t want Vox to resent him like Mimzy had. He could still see it in her eyes down here in hell, the resentment. Perhaps that’s why he’d bailed her out of every loan shark squabble or excused her shootout inducing promiscuity. Alastor still felt like he owed her, like he needed to apologize for not being enough. For never really loving her in the way she so desperately wanted.

 

Valentino was supposed to stop the repeating of past mistakes. Not just on Vox’s part but on Alastor’s part too. The radio demon had a habit of laughing in the face of romantic obsession, and for whatever reason the thought of disappointing Vox was far harder to bear than the disappointment he’d caused Mimzy.

 

Feet stopped suddenly and Alastor found himself in front of cannibal town. He fished out his pocket watch and noted that it was just past ten. His thumb traced over the intricate carvings of the timepiece Vox had gifted him, his smile softer than usual. For just a split moment Alastor thought about seeing Rosie but then he remembered the last conversation he’d had with his friend. His ears flattened to his head and he returned the gold watch to his pocket. There were so many things the radio demon didn’t want to face. That he didn’t feel safe confronting. He could torture screams out of hundreds of overlords and strike fear into the hearts of millions. But right now he couldn’t look at Rosie or confront the feelings in his own heart. Instead he kept walking towards the hotel with his head held high ignoring the throbbing at his temple and the flip flopping of his stomach.

 

Once he passed through the doors of the Hazbin Hotel he was greeted by the sight of Mimzy chatting up Husk at the bar. It seemed that all the flirty members of the hotel focused their attention on the bartender whenever they were rebuffed by Alastor. Perhaps it was because the cat couldn’t get away, trapped behind the bar and easily ambushed. It was rather early for a drink but Alastor had already started his day swooping in for a rescue, so another wouldn’t be too burdensome. He sat down next to Mimzy who smiled at him, and Husk started to pour his usual drink.

“So was it cause you were a poof the whole time?” Mimzy asked with the shimmy of her shoulders. Husk set down a coaster and Alastor’s drink, giving the radio demon a look of concern.

 

“Mimzy you knew I'd slept with men before and I didn’t like it any better than sleeping with women. It’s all the same to me, rather dull and rather boring. It’s why I ended up killing some of my lovers, just to add a bit of excitement.” Alastor waggled his fingers at his friend and grinned wide. The words didn’t phase the little blonde demon though, who just circled her finger around her glass and batted her eyes playful.

 

“Didn’t sound like you were having a boring time two weeks ago.”

 

Alastor ignored her, downing his drink and taping it for a refill. Husk looked at him warily but filled his glass with a shrug.

 

 Alastor knew he engaged in sex with Vox because it was entertaining. The same reason why he’d killed some of his more abusive or despicable lovers. It was fun, exciting, thrilling. The look on a person’s face when they realized they hadn’t only reached orgasm but were slowly bleeding out from a neck wound, was hilarious. The begging to be mistreated, to be ravished and forcing Alastor into the position of lustful beast ridiculous. So when they realized they had gone to bed with a true monster that cared less about sexual satisfaction than the thrill of the kill, Alastor found it rather funny. 

 

The radio demon’s brow furrowed as he took a sip of his freshly poured drink. He hadn’t enjoyed killing Vox though…he’d been distraught,  frantic even, dragging his limp body to Vtower. A slight headache bloomed behind his eyes again. He had no idea why things had gotten so out of hand, why he’d gotten so mad, fallen back into old habits. All he knew is that he felt like a monster afterwards, and despite all of his sins, he’d been wholly uncomfortable with killing Vox. So much so that he’d set a hard limit never to do it again. Sure he enjoyed talking down to the TV demon, got a sense of superiority from how needy and desperate Vox was for sexual contact that Alastor had no necessity to engage in. It made him feel like he had the upper hand, and he enjoyed using his advantage to torture the media overlord. To watch him squirm, to willingly submit, and concede that in this way Alastor was superior. The radio demon knew that physically they were evenly matched. Their fight years ago proved that. If Vox wanted to, he could unleash a deadly array of high voltage attacks. He could bring down the entire power grid with an annoyed twitch of his eye. Vox wasn’t weak, but the fact that he eagerly groveled at Alastor’s feet was intoxicating. The fact that Vox allowed him to display images on his screen, that he received the radio demon’s electromagnetic wave as readily as his cock was electrifying. The fact that Alastor was able to bring down yet another powerful overlord so easily by simply giving him torturous pleasure was a heady power trip. It was the most unexpectedly entertaining activity he had ever engaged in.

 

Yet, he’d still recoiled at the fact that he’d killed his former rival. Yet he’d gone and cared for him after a distressed radio call. Yet he enjoyed running the demon a warm bath and cleaning him up. Dressing him and controlling aspects of his life just to aid him and make things easier. It was rather domestic, an aspect he never wanted out of any deal. In the end despite all the cruelty and degradation, Alastor cared. 

 

Mimzy huffed obviously annoyed to have been ignored for so long. “Come on Al, who was the fella you made scream? What’s so thrillin’ about this guy?”

 

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business, dear.” Alastor looked at his feisty friend with a cocked head and cheshire cat smile. Not enjoying having to confront his attentiveness for Vox and how different it was to the care he extended towards Mimzy.

 

“Well maybe I wanna make it my business. Arrange to have a little fun? Some petting parties of our own. If it’s a little screaming and rough housing that you want all you had to do was say so. You know I never needed sweet nothings Al, just a good time.”

 

“Well I’m not inclined to let the good times roll.” A drum and laugh track accompanied his statement as he took another sip of his drink.

 

“Come on, what’s this guy got that I ain’t? Well, beside a dick. Which I don’t think you were putting to use last time.”

 

“Respect.” Alastor said simply and got up from the bar.

 

**

 

Vox zapped out from a nearby camera eyes nervously glancing around the suspiciously empty streets. This part of Pentagram city seemed dated. The building looked like old brownstones with bricks stained by blood and eyes embedded into the edge of the sidewalk. Those disembodied eyes were the only ones looking at Vox though as the area was rather quiet. A couple passed by him but paid him no mind, faces obscured by big hats and head scarfs. It seemed like this area was made for anyone to disappear into and it had a retro charm to it that made Vox feel surprisingly at home. His shoulders relaxed a little as he looked up trying to find the building he was supposed to meet Alastor at. The whole street was dark with no street lamps and only the occasional butcher shop, or shoe cobbler advertising its business. There was a dinner with large windows and a lunch counter that was illuminated like an Edward Hopper painting. Even it seemed empty, the tentacled sinner manning the soda jerk eyed him as he passed by.

 

A shifting shadow caught Vox’s attention and his screen lit up with excitement when he noticed Alastor by an alleyway. The man looked absolutely dashing as he glanced at the pocket watch Vox had gifted him. His other hand was wrapped around the top of his cane as he leaned on it one foot crossed over the other. Vox hadn’t been noticed yet which allowed him to take in the sight of the burgundy stilettos on Alastor’s feet. Vox slowed his steps,  throat bobbing against his collar, the urge to crawl up to his dom making his antenna spark. Once he was able to tear his eyes away from the high heels Vox took in the red tuxedo pants and vest that hugged Alastor’s form nicely. The flaps of the vest matched the burgundy of his shoes. A black bowtie clung to a pristine white shirt and the combination made for an elegant silhouette. Alastor had always straddled the line of androgyny with his bob cut and more flamboyant gestures, but this outfit put his nonconformity on full display. Mainly Vox just wanted to hear the sound of those shoes walking towards him and that sultry mid Atlantic accent belittled him. His heart beat fast and as if able to hear the thumping, Alastor looked up.

 

“Ah, there you are dear.” He uncrossed his legs and stood at full attention, cane coming out in front of him as he leaned forward towards Vox. “Well come here and let me see Velvette’s work.”

 

To be desired was a novelty. To have a partner want to look at him, and admire him was thrilling. Vox stepped closer and Alastor reached out a hand. The TV demon was spun around, revealing his exposed back. Dark blue skin was covered by baby blue lace forming a peekaboo window of delicate flowers and looping embroidery. A sharp nailed hand brushed against the lace outlining the cut of the suit and trailing up the gold bead embroidery that started at Vox’s padded shoulders. Another spin and he was faced with a fond smile. Red eyes trailed over his form, not with hunger but adoration, and a pixelated blushed flashed on Vox’s screen. Val had never once looked at him this way. The gold beading stood out like stars on the midnight blue of his velvet suit. The contrast of a masculine cut with a hint of feminine flare that Velvette had gushed over. Vox had opted to just wear his usual shoes since they matched his collar so well. He felt no shame at the word branded on his neck, not when Alastor seemed so pleased to see him.

 

“Absolutely marvelous! Velvette really is a talented seamstress.” Alastor let go of his hand but offered his arm instead. “Shall we?”

 

Vox linked their arms together remembering how Alastor and Rosie had walked arm in arm to the  overlord meeting months ago. It was nice being on the receiving end of Alastor’s more posh nature, and Vox was glad he hadn’t canceled. The warm feeling in his stomach didn’t last long though as they descended down a set of stairs and entered an extravagant speakeasy. The dark underground room held a deep mahogany bar lined with red leather stools. Two chandeliers hung from the ceiling, the glass reflecting the light and giving a warm touch to the gloomy ambiance of the space. A brown leather sofa and a few armchairs were arranged around a coffee table near the bar. Just two sinners sat there smoking cigars and enjoying the piano music played from an upright sitting on a stage along with other band members that were currently on break. Lips wrapped around cigarettes rather than the brass instruments in their hands. Passed the seating were a few scattered tables with no more than two or three chairs, all of which sat empty. Under one of the chandeliers all the way in the back was a cleared area for dancing. Two bug sinners dressed in beaded flapper dresses swayed together to the music. Vox felt wholly unworthy as he stepped into the club with Alastor, even though not a single head turned towards them. 

 

Would the radio demon have taken him to a place like this if he remembered Vox’s confession? Would he want to be seen with the TV demon on his arm if he knew that he’d been hypnotized? Vox was supposed to be winning Alastor over, easing him into the idea of a relationship, the hypnosis was supposed to buy time, and here he was indulging in a romantic evening with his dom. An evening that Alastor had planned, not him. Is this how he’d treated Mimzy? Is this the treatment she complained about?

 

Vox couldn’t complain, not when Alastor pulled out a stool for him at the bar. Not when his stilettos clicked rhythmically against the cement floor as he took his own seat next to Vox. Not when he tapped his nails on the bar top and ordered them both a whiskey on the rocks. Not when he picked up his drink and encouraged Vox to do the same, red eyes watching as the TV demon brought the amber liquid to his lips. No he couldn’t complain when he had Alastor’s attention focused solely on him. When he was a beautiful doll being admired and pampered, with no need to think, whose only purpose was simply to look beautiful.

 

“I assume you still take your whiskey on the rocks. That much shouldn’t have changed in seven years.” Alastor spoke softly, setting his drink down. Vox swallowed the cool liquor and nodded his head.

 

“Yes, but if I remember correctly you like yours neat, not on the rocks.”

 

Alastor’s smile was wide and amused. “You have a good memory, old pal.”

 

“We used to go out almost every Friday night back in the day, and you always had the same drink. Rye whiskey neat, just one glass, and you'd sip it all night. Meanwhile I was getting shit faced.”

 

Alastor’s hand reached out to touch Vox’s thigh and he obediently spread his legs. Finger trailed down until a hand rested on his knee, fingering the material of his suit. Alastor seemed to enjoy the texture and Vox had nothing against being felt up. The other patrons of the bar didn’t seem to care what was going on outside of their own personal smoke circles. Even the bartender busied himself with wiping down bottles.

 

“You never did know when to stop.”  Red stained fingers walked their way back up towards Vox’s hip. Alastor’s hand rested there feeling the sharp angle of bone under clothes. He pulled his hand away and instead went to inspect the beading at Vox’s shoulder. “But it was always entertaining to watch you make a fool of yourself after a few drinks.”

 

“I don’t think I was that bad, sir.” Vox defended.

 

“Oh you where, you just don’t remember. You tried to give me a blowjob in a back alley one night when I was trying to get you back to your apartment.” 

 

Vox laughed. “Was that the night I woke up next to a dumpster?”

 

“Yes.” Alastor tapped at his collar, with a smile. “I was not inclined to deal with your whorish tendencies at the time and figured you could find your own way home.”

 

“But you’ll put up with me now?” Vox raised a mischievous eyebrow.

 

“Under certain circumstances I can suffer through indulging you.” Alastor pressed his finger to Vox’s screen.

 

“Thank you sir.”

 

“But don’t get any grand ideas for tonight, a deal’s a deal. This may be a rehearsal, but we’re not putting on the whole play.” Alastor said, picking up his glass and taking another sip averting his eyes.

 

“That’s fine, I’ve enjoyed being your doll today.” Vox said, taking a sip of his own drink. “It’s relaxing.”

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor hummed, swirling his drink in his glass. “Will you tell me what happened to upset you so much this morning?”

 

“No sir, I'd just rather not think about it.” Vox admitted with a sigh. There were so many things he didn’t want to think about. So many graves he dug for himself. He didn’t want to think about how he would end it with Valentino and still keep his empire running smoothly. He didn’t want to think about what would happen once Alastor realized Vox still loved him. All he wanted to do was be a mindless doll living the perfect uncomplicated life.

 

Alastor willingly gave Vox what he wanted, what he needed, as the demon stood up from his chair. “Well then, shall we dance? You shouldn't need to put too much thought into a simple waltz.”

 

Vox was led to the dance floor where the two other demons still swayed lovingly together. Alastor’s heels sounded loud against the wood of the dance floor and Vox couldn’t help but glance down. When he looked up Alastor had his arms spread in position and Vox fell into his embrace allowing him to lead. Their hands clasped tight and they glided along the dance floor to the soft melody of piano keys. The waltz wasn’t an intimate dance. They weren’t unbearable close, but Vox wanted to be. I wanted to press himself against Alastor but instead allowed himself to be spun and showcased like a prize. The radio demon was taller than him in his heels and Vox rested his head on his shoulder when he was turned out yet again. Red hair tickled against his screen and Alastor leaned in as well, swaying for just a moment before spinning Vox back around. The piano was soon joined by other instruments the smoke break over and music thumping into full swing. Vox beamed at Alastor, stepping in close hands clasped tight. 

 

“Tango.” He said simply with a stomp of his foot and Alastor obliged as Vox took the lead. Feet danced around each other, the tapping of Alastor’s shoes rhythmic. The redhead kicked his feet out, lowering himself and Vox dragged him across the floor before they both sprung up with another stop of their feet, interlacing their steps. They marched to the beat of the music. Alastor spinning and kicking his legs long and elegant. At one point Vox lifted Alastor as he performed an intricate array of kicks. 

 

The dance contrasted their waltz in every way. It was fast and closed. Vox in the lead, a bit of arm candy there to support the skilled performance of his dom. Alastor exuded sex appeal and Vox drank it up. A long leg wrapped around him as he guided Alastor into a dip. He looked into red eyes which glinted with a dominating power that promised to crush Vox underfoot if he missed a single step of their dance.

 

It was arousing and by the time the music stopped Vox found himself panting and dizzy with desire.

 

“Fuck, your hot.” Vox whispered in awe. Alastor laughed.

 

“Do try and control yourself, dear. We are in public and it was just a dance.” The nonchalance of the statement highlighted their differences starkly. Alastor would never get hot and bothered under these circumstances, in this way Vox was at his mercy. Unable to control the sexual pull towards the redhead. He wanted to go home and fall into bed with Alastor. Moan for him or even just take off his shoes and worship at his feet. The many thoughts racing through his head didn’t help his situation and he became aware of his growing hardness as Alator pressed in close.

 

“I said control yourself.” The authoritative tone made it even more difficult for Vox to calm down and with a groan his head fell onto Alastor’s shoulder. They swayed slowly and Alastor shook his head.

 

“What am I going to do with a little slut like you?”

 

“Sorry sir.” They stayed close until finally Vox gained control over his libido. 

 

**

Alastor would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the evening of dancing. However when he found himself in Vox’s room there was apprehension. He was inclined just to drop the TV demon off and leave. Instead he watched awkwardly as Vox took off his collar with a laugh and safely tucked it away in his nightstand.

 

“That was fun! I haven’t fucking danced like that in years.” Vox started unbuttoning his jacket, glancing over his shoulder to shoot a sultry smile at Alastor. “And you know I really enjoyed that tango.”

 

“Yes well, I should be off.” Alastor pulled out his pocket watch and glanced at the time. It was well past midnight. They had danced the night away, drinking and laughing much like old times.

 

“Why in a hurry? Your feet must be killing you. Take off your shoes and sit for a bit, sir.” Vox called from the bathroom. “Besides, don’t you want to tuck your dolly into bed?”

 

Alastor wanted to avoid getting comfortable and near the bed at all cost, so he continued to stand with his cane clasped behind his back like a toy soldier. Dread churned in his stomach as flashbacks of nights out with Mimzy ran through his head. He didn’t want to be dragged into bed or peppered with kisses. He didn’t want to disappoint Vox. The evening had been nice but Alastor feared how it would end. He found himself unable to move, staring into the shadows of the room, heart racing.

 

“You ok?” Vox asked when he stepped out of the ensuite thankfully fully dressed in his pajamas.

 

“Yes, right as rain. I suppose I could tuck you in if you insist.” Alastor's smile and cheerful tone hid his unease as he stepped towards the bed. Vox climbed in and red tipped fingers pulled the covers up.

 

“Goodnight.” Alastor hastily stepped away from the bed, Vox halted his retreat by grasping at his sleeve.

 

 “Do you want to stay the night? Nothing sexual, just…”

 

Alastor waited for Vox to finish but he seemed unable to. Of course he couldn’t. It was a false promise. If Alastor climbed into bed with him there was no way Vox would keep his hands to himself. “What about Valentino?”

 

“He can’t come in here if I lock him out. I don’t want to deal with him right now, anyway.” Vox explained, not understanding Alastor’s question.

 

“But you need him. Despite his absolute inability to properly care for you, you do need him.” Alastor bent down to press his lips to Vox’s forehead, praying that Vox would understand. Alastor could not spend the night, but Valentino could.

 

“No, I need you, sir. Not him.” Vox wouldn’t let go. It was odd that Alastor’s headache came back as he looked into Vox’s pleading eyes.

 

“He can satisfy you more consistently than me, Vox. Whatever he’s done, in the end you are more compatible with him. Look at the empire you have built together. We could have never done that.”

 

“You never gave us a chance!” Angry tears pixelated at the corner of Vox’s eyes and Alastor’s head throbbed. Fingers messaged an aching temple. The urge to wipe away those tears felt so familiar.

 

“You know better.” The radio demon groaned. Vox fell silent, letting go of Alastor’s sleeve.

 

“Sorry, sir.” The TV demon’s voice was hollow, and it stung. It wasn’t a sound Alastor wanted to hear. He wanted Vox to be loud and cocky. To be proud and self confident like he usually was.

 

“What did he do?” Alastor asked again, trying to understand this whole strange day. Trying to understand where Valentino and Vox stood and what that would mean for their relationship.

 

Vox laughed but it wasn’t that deep sound of glee that Alastor was used to hearing. It was empty and bitter. “Why the fuck do you care?”

 

“Because whatever happened is affecting our relationship!” Alastor finally burst, unable to hold back his frustration.

 

“We don’t have a relationship! We have a deal. No strings attached, remember?”

 

“You are making this complicated!” Alastor threw his hands up in exasperation. This is what he hated about sex and feelings. They were irrational and made everyone into a fool. He didn’t enjoy looking like a fool.

 

“Just go! Fucking go and have a grand time with Mimzy and I’ll fuck around with Val. Then come Tuesday we can fuck each other and go on our marry way!”

 

“Why are you bringing Mimzy up? You’re being completely irrational!”

 

“Because Mimzy is apparently worth having an actual relationship with! So if you want a relationship go rekindle it with her! We are just fuck buddies! So Val can interfere with shit all he wants, since he can ‘satisfy’ me so much better than you, apparently!”

 

Alastor pinned Vox down with an angry growl. Cyan eyes grew wide in surprise. “You greedy little fucker! I’m doing you a favor! I’m letting you keep fucking that eleven foot tall idiot despite him being utterly useless!”

 

“Letting me fuck him? You’re the one who rejected me! What did you think? I wouldn’t find someone else to fuck?”

 

Red nails dug into Vox’s shoulder as Alastor pressed him into the mattress. “No! That’s exactly the point! I want you to have someone else! I know what I can offer and what I can’t, so for once stop being a brat and listen to your dom!”

 

“What do you mean, what you can offer? You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had! I don’t want Val!”

 

“But you need him!” Alastor’s voice distorted as he held onto Vox’s shoulder trying to make the demon understand. His head was aching and Vox’s face was swimming. Floating between the image of him lying in bed and bleeding out on the wet grass of the bayou. Alastor closed his eyes, throbbing pain pushing against his eyeballs. Why was Vox being so stubborn? Why couldn’t he understand?

 

“Mimzy ended up fucking someone else!” Alastor screamed, broadcasting the words into Vox’s head like an echo in hopes of getting through to him. “So listen to me when I tell you that you need Val! I know what I can give and where I fall short. A deals a deal, once a month, that’s it. You can’t tell me you’d be satisfied with that alone!”

 

“I went a whole month not being touched when you gave me the chastity prompt!” Suddenly Alastor was pulled down for a kiss. Lips touching the warm tingling static of Vox’s screen. A fluorescent tongue licked at his mouth and to his surprise Alastor opened up to it. Vox flipped them, tongues interlacing and satisfied sighs filling the room. Claws tangled in Alastor’s hair and the kiss became a desperate mess. Vox moaned against Alastor’s mouth, but he didn’t rock his hips, he didn’t press his growing erection into Alastor’s crotch, despite having him trapped. They just kept kissing, parting only long enough to gasp for air. Tentatively Alastor’s hand snaked up Vox’s back, grasping at the demon’s shoulder and pulling him in closer.

 

“Ah.” Claws scratched at Alastor’s scalp. Vox moaned, obviously lost in the passion but still not rocking his hips, still not trying to relive the pressure he must be feeling. Just drinking in Alastor’s own gasps of surprise before pulling away panting. Vox sat up pinning Alastor with his thighs, an obvious tent pitched in his pajamas. The radio demon didn’t move, still stunned even when Vox’s weight shifted as he reached into the night stand. “I have access to state of the art sex toys to fuck myself with.”

 

Vox tossed various, silicone objects onto the bed, and Alastor recognized only two of them. “If all you want to do is fuck me once a month I think I can handle that, sir. Just give your dolly a protocol to take care of his needs personally when they come up.”

 

Blue claws pulled up the hem of Vox’s shirt and he tossed it to the side. “Tell your doll to fuck himself while patiently waiting for his monthly treat. Pick a toy and make me use it. You don’t have to touch me. You don’t have to take your clothes off. You don’t even have to touch yourself. You can yawn and tell me how boring this is for you and I’d just cum harder. You can leave the damn room after you tell me which dildo you want me to use on myself. You can dress me up and take me out dancing and just lay next to me while I touch myself. Or be in the kitchen pouring us a night cap. I don’t care!”

 

Vox reached into his nightstand again, this time pulling out the collar he’d safely tucked away earlier. He pulled it around his neck buckling it as he looked into red eyes. “I don’t need you to fuck me and I don’t need Val. But, I want to be your doll, your sub, whatever that means to you.”

 

Alastor started to laugh, hand racking through his hair. “You can’t be serious.”

 

It made no sense. Vox could never be satisfied with what Alastor had to offer. No one ever was. They were disappointed, annoyed, irritated. They didn’t offer masturbation as a solution for an imbalance in sexual desire. They demanded Alastor's body, his attention, and his affection. They wanted Alastor on their terms or nothing at all. Mimzy had left, just like everyone else despite the real effort Alastor had put into their relationship. Mimzy found someone else to satisfy her needs. Needs Alastor didn’t have. Sex was a need. A primal drive that was broken in him. It couldn’t be satisfied by masturbation alone. Humans had a need to mate and Vox would get fed up. He had to. Because if what he was saying was true and coupling wasn’t a need then it meant Alastor wasn’t unlovable. If it wasn’t a need that entitled past lovers to his body then that meant sex wasn’t a natural drive that Alastor had failed to satisfy. Which would mean all the discomfort and the boundary pushing on his part had been for nothing. Because he’d never been broken…just different.

 

“I’m serious Al, I want to wear this collar. I want to belong to you, every single day of every single month. So why are you sharing your doll when you obviously don’t want to?”

 

“Because it won’t be enough.” Alastor whispered trying to hold on to the bitter truth of the world. That he was broken, that he wasn’t enough.

 

“It’s enough for me, sir.”

 

“L-love me.”

 

Alastor’s heart started racing, mind confused by the sound of Vox’s voice rattling in his head. His temple was throbbing and there was an intense pressure behind his eyes, so he shut them tight. Not wanting to face the collapsing of his world view. “No, you’ll regret this Vox. Just like Mimzy.”

 

“Fuck Mimzy, and fuck Valentino.” Vox said softly, and Alastor looked up into his bright screen. The blue light a beacon upon dark seas guiding him towards a heart Alastor though he’d lost in many storms and shipwrecks. “It’s just you and me right now. If you don’t want me lumping you in with Valentino then don’t lump me in with Mimzy. I want to be your sub, even if that makes me nothing but a dress up doll you like showing off.” 

 

Alastor shook his head trying to get rid of the pain. His mind was calling for him, wanting him to follow that blue light to a forgotten memory he wasn’t ready to face. He saw blood on his hands. He saw his mother’s face as he choked her. He saw Vox’s shoulder bleeding. He saw the life leaving the bodies of people he cared about. Suddenly his headache stopped as he turned away from Vox. He didn’t want to remember, so he wouldn’t.

 

A blue claw turned Alastor’s head towards that beacon of light. He may be able to forget the past, but he couldn’t run away from the present. Vox tapped the bejeweled words at his neck. “I’m your little slut right now, so tell me what to do. Even if it’s just telling me to wait. I’ll do it, whatever you want me to do, it’ll be enough.” Vox pressed his hand to his chest, right over his heart. “Please, sir.”

 

Alastor just wanted to get away, he wanted to run. "Let me up.” 

 

Vox obediently crawled off Alastor and stood at the side of the bed like a robot waiting for further instruction. Alastor felt so angry, head pounding and heart racing. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and looked at the various silicone toys littering the covers. Vox was delusional if he thought this would work. That he could be happy with fucking himself until Alastor decided to touch him. He was wrong, and Alastor would prove it. He picked up a curved contraption with a half ring on one side, a semi phallic like shape at the other. Two small balls barely touched to close the circle that was attached to one side. It looked like it was made to go around a cock.  At the other end phallic protrusion had a little nub attached to it. “Here.”

 

Alastor got up pushing past Vox towards the door. 

 

“Wait.”

 

Alastor’s head spun around with a knowing grin. Of course Vox wouldn’t want him to leave. In the end he felt just as entitled to Alastor’s sexual attention as any other partner. “Yes?”

 

“This one has a remote with it. Did you want to hold on to it, sir, or do you want me to handle it?”

 

That Alastor didn’t expect. Vox had the remote in the palm of his hand, not offering it to Alastor but just letting him see it. Letting him decide. With an irritated hum he snatched up the remote, determined to ruin this experience. To prove to Vox that he needed visuals, touch, passion and to feel wanted. The only way anyone ever felt wanted was if they were having sex. Alastor would prove to the TV head that he would never be satisfied in a bed alone knowing that Alastor was just a few feet away. Vox would beg and grovel, demanding to be fucked. Accuse Alastor of not caring for him when he was denied just like Mimzy had. Then he’d go back to Valentino and finally get any notions of exclusivity out of his head. He’d finally see that Alastor could never and would never be enough.

 

“Let me know when you’re ready.” Alastor scoffed and walked out of the room.

 

“Yes, sir.” Vox responded just as Alastor closed the door. There was a long moment of silence and Alastor gripped his hair in frustration sliding down the door as his head continued to throb. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to take some calming breaths.

 

“I’m ready sir.” Vox’s voice pulled him out of his spiral and with determination Alastor clicked the remote. He would make Vox regret this. He’d show him how cold he could be. How unsatisfying the reality of being with Alastor really was.

 

“Fuck! Ah!” Alastor’s ear flicked towards the door, picking up the subtle sound of rustling sheets. The minute creek of the bed frame. “Oooh, Al.”

 

Vox calling his name caused the radio demon to flatten his ears in shame. He didn’t want to hear Vox’s pleasure. He did want to feel pressured into entering the room. He wanted to deny Vox, so he’d finally understand that this could never work. He pressed the plus button on the remote, hope to torture the media overlord.

 

“Uh…yes…you’re making me feel soooo good, sir. Ah!” 

 

There was no pleading for Alastor to enter the room. No begging for Alastor to fuck him, just soft whimpers and contented sighs. How could he deny Vox when he wasn’t asking for anything? The TV demon was happily moaning his praises from the other side of the door. Red ears perked up and a thumb pressed the plus button again.

 

“Oh!” Still no request for Alastor to enter. To kiss him, to touch him. The bed creaked and the radio demon assumed Vox was rocking his hips instinctively in response to the pleasure. 

 

“Al! I…uh..I…” Alastor tensed up prepared for the beginning. Surely Vox would request his presence. “I want to touch my nipples, sir. Can I?”

 

Vox wanted permission to touch himself, not to be touched. Alastor’s shoulders relaxed. “Yes.”

 

“Mhmm.” A sigh of relief and Alastor’s ears turned towards the door picking up every hitched breath.

 

“Are you imagining anything?” Alastor asked curiously, hand pressed against the wood ear pushed to the door. He wanted to hear Vox’s voice. He enjoyed the sounds the TV demon made. There was a bit of shame attached to the desire. Sexuality had always been thrust upon him like a script he was expected to follow. He felt neutral about his role, finding some things he could enjoy about it but ultimately it never held his attention. The pressure to perform always became too much, especially when there were just certain things he wasn’t that keen on doing, but that he was told he should enjoy. That it was natural to desire sex with a partner. That partnered sex was better than anything else. Which wasn’t a sentiment Alastor could agree with, and he’d felt broken for finding sex so-so. He pushed that shame aside, throwing it away along with the script society had always given him. He found that without the guilt he didn’t really mind indulging in a slice of cake every now and then. If he didn’t have that societal script or expectations he needed to fill for his partner then he could admit there were certain things about partnered sex that he did enjoy. Even if it was a bit odd. Alastor allowed himself to enjoy the sounds Vox was making, not questioning why it aroused him more than seeing the TV demon ever would. Why his voice was more exciting to Alastor than the thought of penetrating him or touching his body. Alastor also didn’t question why he felt safe in exploring his curiosity with his former rival of all demons. But he did feel safe. Vox had only ever approached Alastor with curiosity and attempts at understanding. Their prompts weren’t questioned, their desires or lack thereof weren’t judged. Vox so far had only ever encouraged Alastor to take a bite of cake and to share what he liked about the flavor. The TV demon didn’t expect him to enjoy it in any specific way, and he didn’t take the plate from him when Alastor ate a bit differently than what table manners dictated.

 

The talking and explanations that accompanied their aftercare was surprisingly relieving. It had built up safety in sexuality that Alastor had never been able to achieve in life despite all his experimenting. A safety that he’d never achieved with Mimzy.

 

After a deep groan was torn from Vox’s lips the TV demon was able to answer Alastor’s question. “Yes…uh!”

 

“Tell me about it.” 

 

Vox was panting loudly and Alastor wondered if he’d turned up his volume for him. “Fuck..I..I’m thinking about..ah-bout the..hgnh! H-househusband prompt!” Vox struggled to speak.  “Oh!  Yes…I came sooooo many times. Fuck!”

 

“I’m not in there with you though. I’m not milking you. Doesn’t that make you angry?”

 

‘N-no…this is good. It–it’s not so different from…ah! F-from when I fuck Val.” There was more creaking and the shuffling of bedsheets.

 

“How so?”

 

“I ah-always think of you, Al.”

 

“Really?”

 

“Huh…f-fuck! Yes!” Vox’s voice was glitchy, a telltale sign he’d reached climax. Alastor opened the door, getting a good look at Vox’s spread legs. They shook as his heel pressed into the mattress. Half of the device was inserted inside him, most likely messaging his prostate if his flaccid leaking cock was any indication. The poor thing was covered in cum and fluids. The ring part of the device was vibrating against his sensitive dick. Alastor turned off the device causing Vox to tense up and groan. His body shuddered as after shocks sparked over his body. Tiny blue bolts skittered down his chest and sparked against the sheets.

 

“Shit!”

 

**

Vox’s chest was heaving as he came down from his orgasm, little pops of static pricking at his screen in random spots. His finger fumbled at the side of his head as he turned down his volume to its normal settings. He hadn’t noticed Alastor come in until the bed dipped. Vox propped himself up on shaky arms. “Sir?”

 

With a stoic expression Alastor removed the device and Vox flinched. Vox worried that something had triggered Alastor. It was hard to read the flat smile plastered on the redhead’s face and Vox held his breath as Alastors spoke. “Don’t you feel cheated? To be taken out dancing and not have sex after?”

 

“We just had sex.” Vox pointed out, gesturing towards the mess on his stomach. 

 

“Not real sex.” Alastor scuffed, waving his hand in a dismissive circle.

 

“What the fuck is real sex? You dressed me up, took me out, we danced and kissed. In the end I came. Sounds like a nice fucking evening to me.” Vox sat up crossing his legs and trying to ignore the stickiness slowly sliding down his abdomen. 

 

“But there was no passion! No ravishing, no, no..!” Alastor’s fingers dug into his hair in frustration. “It doesn’t count! It’s not enough!”

 

“If there's one thing Valentino’s taught me, it's that sex comes in many forms. As long as everyone is happy then it’s enough.” Vox watched Alastor and noticed the pained twitch in his eyes as his hands slid down to massage at his temples. There was a nervousness thumping in Vox’s chest. An anxiety that now was the time Alastor would remember. That right here right now after finally opening up, finally talking, the radio demon would remember how much Vox loved him. Tonight had been so intimate. The dancing, the giving up of himself as a submissive, the begging to be owned. There were so many times Vox had to fight against the words that wanted to pass his lips. 

 

I love you, please, have me. 

 

He couldn’t risk saying it, not now, not after what he’d done. “We’ve had sex more times this month than we’ve ever had before. I’m not complaining just because you didn’t stick your dick inside me.” Vox remembered Velvette’s words, the explanation of an attraction that Alastor may feel for him. “Sometimes it’s nice just to be a flower someone is admiring. To be watered and cared for. I don’t know, sounds like enough to me.”

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor let his hands drop, staring at them in confusions. He steepled his finger  together, lost in thought for a long moment. Vox didn’t dare to interrupt whatever was going on in Alastor’s mind. Finally the redhead let out a sigh and got up. “Well then, let’s get you cleaned up and tucked into bed.”

 

Red tipped fingers wrapped around Vox’s own blue claws. They intertwined as Vox was pulled out of the bed and led towards the bathroom. Vox followed obediently, watching Alastor for any sign of a headache, or a realization. Nothing happened, there was no yelling, nor confrontation, only gentle hands and a warm washcloth. Vox was cared for, reclothed and settled into bed. Gentle fingers hooked cords into back ports and Vox’s screen displayed a battery charge for just a moment before he projected his face again.

 

“Will you stay?” Vox asked, looking at the demon sitting on the edge of his bed, hopeful that despite everything there still was a chance in hell that he could be loved in return. That there was still a sliver of hope for that romance movie ending between them.

 

“Long enough for you to fall asleep, but I can’t stay all night, dear.” It was a start, and Alastor allowed Vox to hold on to his hand as he powered down.

Chapter 18: Dollification Encore Part: 3

Notes:

Non-con in this chapter, proceed with caution. The area isn't marked as it is very vague and brief.

 

Everyone in hell knew Valentino was a charmer. The way the moth talked was smooth, dripping with the sweet poison of his saliva. He’d have you begging for his attention and agreeing with whatever he wanted. He could blame you for something horrible he did and you’d believe it was your fault. He’d have you thinking you were ugly and unlovable but that he saw your worth. That he was the only one who saw your worth and you should be grateful. In the end soul contract or not, you were on his leash in some shape or form. Vox never thought Val had a collar around his neck until Alastor ripped it off and lovingly replaced it with his own. 

 

The TV demon groaned at the sound of knocking at his door. He groggily got out of bed slipping on a dressing gown and reaching his hands up in a languid stretch that popped his spine in several places. He’d slept soundly and the phantom feeling of Alastor’s hand in his own lingered as he tugged his robe closed.

 

“Voxxy why’s the door locked? I just wanted to check on you this morning, amorcito, and thank you for fixing that extension.” Val purred all charm and liquid seduction. Vox grimaced, ashamed of how in the past this sweet tone would have fooled him. He would have opened the door with a smile, ecstatic to have Val’s attention on him. They would have fallen into bed together and Vox would revel in the feeling of being desired and useful. But not anymore. He’d slowly started escaping into fantasies of Alastor, craving the Radio demon more than he did the moth. Wanting to escape out of his head into a dream that could never be realized. Using Valentino to feel good while he thought of a future that could never be. Maybe his delusion had started due to a subconscious realization that Val would never change. That Vox would never be desired and cherished by the porn overlord. That there was always something better, shinier and newer to catch Val’s eyes, and Vox couldn’t update fast enough to keep his attention. There was no hope in changing the demon’s ego, but there was hope in changing Alastor. While Vox’s and Val’s relationship had always been transactional. The relationship Vox had with Alastor held a deeper emotion, and Val was no fool to the truth. Val and Vox had a deal that could not be modified. It was bound like the souls the Vees all held under contract, with no love lost or gained, just power. Using each other as a distraction from what they both really wanted. Something that Vox believed he had lost seven years ago, but that bloomed hopefully after the conversation he had with the radio demon yesterday. 

 

Alastor loved Vox, it was just painful for him to admit.

 

Vox stopped in his tracks not answering the continuous knocking at the door. Valentino’s voice slowly faded into white noise, as Vox stood there like a TV that lost signal. Buzzing with thoughts and feelings. Hope and shame waring in his mind as he thought back to last night.

 

“Mimzy ended up fucking someone else! So listen to me when I tell you that you need Val! I know what I can give and where I fall short. A deals a deal, once a month, that’s it. You can’t tell me you’d be satisfied with that alone!”

 

Was Mimzy the reason why Alastor had turned his back on love? No it wasn’t that simple, his pain was far too deep to have been inflicted by one person. Alastor wanted to hold on to bitterness, he wanted to forget. That’s why despite the headaches the hypnosis held. Alastor didn’t want to love, not because Vox wasn’t good enough but because Alastor earnestly believed he fell short.

 

“Sounds like he might be ace or something. Have you asked?”

 

Was it as simple as asking? Would Alastor open up? Would he talk about his dislike for sweets or his need for Vox’s spark to close their circuit? Would it be metaphors of cake and flowers or an emotional collapse where he screamed? Where everything fell apart all over again just like it had seven years ago? Was it right to shield Alastor from his pain? Was taking his choice away the right thing to do just so Vox wouldn’t lose him?

 

“Vox! Open the fucking door!” Valentino screamed, rattling the handle.

 

In this way Vox had overstepped, just like Val had overstepped with him so many times before. Taking his dom’s autonomy away when Alastor had not freely given it. When he had hinted time and time again that he wanted to hold the power and not be toyed with. Not sexually and definitely not emotionally. The radio demon seemed almost fragile in this way. Looking to Vox for confidence and self assurance. So many people saw submission as weakness, but Vox never had. He understood the power that came with giving yourself up. By placing yourself in someone’s hand and letting them feel like they were in control, you exchanged your power. Giving the delusion that in this aspect of their life at least everything went as planned. Alastor needed to feel composed as much as Vox needed to feel powerless. Vox needed space to take off his well crafted mask, and Alastor needed an environment where the cracks in his would be ignored. Submission came with a responsibility not to take advantage, to respect boundaries and provide a judgment free zone for his dom. It had pained Vox to see Alastor so disturbed, he’d just wanted to take the pain away. Seeing Alastor’s confidence crumble felt like a failure on Vox’s part.

 

“You know better.”

 

Vox had two powerful demons wrapped around his finger. It didn’t matter that Val found him ugly, or saw him as merchandise, in the end he was desperate for that ego kick Vox provided. Sweet moans and willing submission unaffected by poison. No matter Alastor’s denial he had come back to their deal for the power trip. Submission, soft power, a doll who gave you his strings but knew exactly how you would pull them.

 

The media overlord had played games his whole life. Taking financial risk, scarifying other’s for his own gain.Grabbing what he wanted, always taking, always wanting more. Scapegoating, manipulation…hypnotizing. And now he found himself trapped in his own maze running from two monsters he’d created.

“Vox!”

 

Slippered feet marched towards the door and Vox put on a bright smug smile. “Sorry, Papi, I was worn out from all the work I did yesterday. I’m ecstatic to hear the extension performed well. Does that mean you relaunched the site?”

 

Vox made sure to lower his head and look up at Valentino, a subtle sign of submission. He kept his smile steady and bright as if he were truly happy to see Valentino rather than on edge and wary about enduring another tantrum. The moth had no idea that Vox was furious with him. Fed up with the broken screens, and the degrading treatment Vox did not consent to. The TV demon would never let on to the fact that he would be pulling away from the parasitic relationship he had with Val. They leeched off each other, taking power, pleasure, and money. They reveled in their empire, an empire they built together because they were both rejected and cut off from having what they truly wanted. Valentino wanted Angel, true love and affection. Something the other had no idea how to get, too afraid of losing control. Vox wanted Alastor, care and companionship. Something he only knew how to buy rather than actually cultivate. The two overlords were broken, and they continued to break one another in a cycle of abuse and codependency. Vox desperate for attention and affection that was not bought, and Val desperate to possess real unadulterated affection, unaffected by his poison.

 

Val’s anger deflated in the face of Vox’s coy smile and cheerful tone. “Yeah, I think it will bring us lots of money. With the social aspect of the site Vel added, and the different tiers such as the ‘boyfriend’ experience we’ll have people hooked.” Val purred, tilting up Vox’s screen.

 

A blue claw dragged down Val’s exposed chest tracing the V of his open shirt. “Sounds like something to celebrate.” An interested chirp emanates from the moth. “But I’m tired Papi, you really put me to work yesterday. I prioritized that extension link for you, because I know how important that website was to you. Such a brilliant idea, we’ll have sinners desperate to access that content. I knew that this would lead to a bigger and quicker pay off than the silent cinema but now I have a lot of things to catch up on. Thankfulling you set my head straight with a good fuck yesterday, huh?”

 

The tone was a bit malicious but Val’s ego was too busy preening under Vox’s meticulous strokes to notice.

 

**

Tension was building for two weeks in Vtower as Vox tried desperately to remain untouched. Val’s frustration caused a screaming match and a few glasses where hurled at Vox’s head, but some well placed praise and encouragement left Val fucking his way through his harem of whores for a week instead of bothering Vox. The TV demon simply implied that he would be watching through his cameras, and getting riled up. That he wanted to wait for a reward once he was done with all his work projects. Vox hadn’t watched any of Val’s affairs. He didn’t want to compare himself to the bodies and faces he knew Val found infinitely more attractive than him. 

 

Vox wanted to hold on to the confidence he’d gained while dancing with Alastor. To remember the way red eyes looked at him as he was spun around slowly, clad in velvet and lace. No Vox wasn’t watching Valentino, it was all just manipulation so he could avoid the moth’s touch. Something had broken in Vox that day in the kitchen, with a used condom clinging to his face. He’d felt dirty and worse Alastor had to clean up the mess without being asked. He was happy that they were able to talk, that in a small way Vox was able to express his desire and his love for the radio demon without it exploding dramatically in his face. A seed of hope had been planted in the TV demon’s chest that day. Hope that everything could work out. Despite their past, despite his mistakes…

 

Eventually Vox would have to confront his sins, but for now he was buying time. Waiting until he figured out how to end it with Valentino and not risk his status in hell. Waiting for Alastor to remember…or perhaps waiting for the right time to confess. Vox continued to water his seed of hope with tears of desperate delusion and whenever the outfit allowed, the media overlord wore his collar hidden beneath cotton or cashmere. He wanted to continue to build intimacy and trust with Alastor, to show him he was enough, that he truly wanted to belong to the radio demon. That whatever Alastor had to offer, be it sex, dancing or dress up games, Vox would be grateful for. 

 

Vox would be deserving of. 

 

The TV demon wanted to be deserving, wanted to be enough just as badly as Alastor. Still Vox killed their trust just like Alastor had killed him that day during the hunting prompt. Even with blood on both of their hands Vox just wanted to be his dom’s sweet little doll. So when he found his corset laid out at the edge of his bed with a note instructing to meet up at the same love hotel they’d played at previously, he let his mind go blank. He thought of nothing. He didn’t hatch any plans, or try to figure out how to fix anything. He went into doll mode grabbing his clothes, and becoming more and more mindless with every hook of his corset. The garment was still laced from last time and Vox held his breath, as he squeezed himself in. With the final hook clasped in place, he let out a breath, releasing the last of his humanity.

 

The perfect doll.

 

As if on auto pilot Vox sent a confirmation picture to Alastor and made his way to the kitchen ready to start his day with a cup of coffee and light breakfast. Vox’s day was productive, uninterrupted and energizing. He worked hard to earn Alastor’s affection to make his dom proud. Playing the part of diligent and beautiful object worth admiring. His mind swam in a pool of endorphins drowning out all thought as he sunk into the headspace of being a doll. By the end of the day he was excited to meet up with Alastor at the love hotel, zapping himself up to his apartment quickly, so he could retrieve his collar.

 

“Well, look at you, all dressed up in that delicious corset again.” Val’s voice startled Vox once he entered the apartment.

 

“Val, to what do I owe the pleasure of having you pop in? And so early in the evening at that.” It was hard for Vox to keep the annoyance out of his tone. His voice dropped off at the end of the statement as he took out his cellphone to cover up his discomfort. Cyan eyes watched Val’s every move as heeled boots tapped closer. The moth’s smile was broad and bloody, eyes wide and calculating. Valentino wasn’t stupid, he could read body language like letters printed on a page, and Vox was an open book. Goosebumps pricked at the TV demon’s skin like prey sensing the pounce of a predator. It would be thrilling, if it was Alastor standing in front of him. Instead Vox’s processors started calculating all the possibilities, watching Val as if in slow motion, attempting to predict the pimp’s next move.

 

A sweet seduction?

 

An annoyed calling out?

 

A quick backhand to the face?

 

All the possibilities unfolded in front of Vox, and he tried to prepare himself as he watched Val’s tongue come out to wet his lips with poison. Seduction it was then.

 

“Voxxy, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you’ve been avoiding me.” Val pouted, taking a step closer and cornering Vox at the front door. A hand reached out to caress the bottom edge of his corset. “But, now you’ve wrapped yourself up like a present. We didn’t get to play last time you had this on.”

 

“Val, I still have a lot of work left to do with the cannibal town project. I told you I wanted to get fucked as a reward. Don’t ruin this for me, papi. Where will I get my motivation from?.” Vox said with fake sweetness. Valentino looked down at him with a frown of disapproval on his lips. One hand still held onto the hem of his corset, another rested on his hips, while a third fished out a cigarette.

 

“Playing hard to get?” Val asked in a chilling tone that suggested that Vox better be playing hard to get and not actually rejecting his business partner’s advances. “Is that what you want, amorcito?” Val brought his cigarettes to his lips leaning down expectantly. “You want to tease me and play hard to get?”

 

Vox raised his hand lighting Val’s cigarette with a spark. A spark that he could use to shock Valentino. To escape. A power he could use in an attempt to remain untouched for Alastor. To remain Alastor’s toy alone. Vox looked up feeling small as Valentino towered over him taking a long drag from his cigarette.

 

“You know I love being your little fuck toy, papi, and a little struggle adds to the fun.” Vox said sweetly, removing Val’s hand from his hips. “But you gotta save that sexual energy for you Only Sins. I’ve seen the activity logs you and Angel are top earners. I wouldn’t want to be selfish.”

 

“Oh, but fucking you isn’t work, baby.” Smoke was blown into Vox’s face. “I enjoy it.”

 

Val pressed closer, a hand coming up to rest against the front door right next to Vox’s screen. The TV demon was trapped. “Val, come on, we don’t have time for this. Don’t you have to film some stuff for your website?”

 

“Oh! What a great idea, Voxxy!” A golden claw tapped at Vox’s screen. “You’re the perfect camera for a POV shoot.”

 

“Fuck no!” Vox pushed back with a spark, but Val caught his hand easily.

 

“Come on, baby. Stop being a fucking tease. You keep me waiting and now you’re all dressed up and perfect for adding to our bottom line and you want to act like some stuck up bitch?”

 

“What we do is between us! I’m not one of your fucking whores, Val!”

 

“Between us?” Val snorted, smoke curling out between his lips. “What the fuck are we doing that’s between us, Vox? First you ice me out for a whole month and fucking hypnotize me, and now you keep dodging me with shitty excuses. You used to beg for my dick! What the fuck’s gotten into you? Or rather who?”

 

“I thought I was the paranoid one.” Vox laughed.

 

“I don’t care if you get your slutty little hole fucked by someone else, but holding out on me is bullshit!” Val pulled away abruptly, yanking Vox down the entrance hall and towards the bedroom.

 

“You have a million other souls you can fuck!” Vox protested electricity sparking from his fingertips. Val seemed unphased by the threat, single minded in his pursuit. “Why me? Why not go fuck anyone else?”

 

Val grabbed Vox’s screen pulling him close teeth bared. “Because you owe me!”

 

“I don’t owe you shit!” Vox was shoved into the bedroom. Smoke trailed from Val’s mouth towards his neck. Blue tipped claws waved the smoke away but more just circled around him.

 

“Oh, yes you do Voxxy. Look around! Everything you have is because of me! Because of Velvette! If it weren’t for us you’d still be dicking around with Alastor, stuck in the fucking past!” Val punctuated his statement with a sharp jab of his finger. Smoke seeped into Vox’s filters as the room filled with a rosy haze. Vox felt a bit drunk and dizzy but not lustful or helpless. His fist clenched with blue bolts. Val shot forward grabbing Vox’s hand with one set of arms. “It was me that brought you an audience and it was Velvette that taught you about social media propaganda! You had to upgrade your ugly ass head just to be relevant! I have been by your side this whole time! Fucking you, loving you, when no one else did!”

 

Vox glared at Val struggling against his tight hold. Electricity sparking threateningly. Valentino tilted his head with a charming smile, a gesture that reminded Vox of Alastor. “The radio demon was right, you’d be powerless without us.”

 

“Fuck you!” Vox pushed against Val,  his anger making him uncoordinated. His emotions were as unstable as his footing and Valentino easily shoved him onto the bed. Angry electricity shot down his arm and Vox charged himself ready to forcefully remove the larger demon. But Val pinned his wrists and quickly pulled off the metal claw caps fastened to Vox’s finger. Fingernails were ripped off along with them, leaving bloody bare human fingers. 

 

“Shit!” Pain shot up Vox’s arm and the electricity dancing over his skin had no conductor to concentrate at. Vox was unable to pool his power and direct his shot and so his body convulsed with the rebound of his electricity.

 

“You should be grateful I even want to fuck you! Whoever’s dick you’re sucking besides mine isn’t going to stick around, baby. Everyone leaves you.” Valentino purred his smile cruel and dripping with sweet toxin. His hand interlaced with Vox’s bloody fingers. “No one really cares about you the way I do, amorcito. Once they are done using you they’ll toss you to the side, just like Alastor did.”

 

That was a low blow. Val knew he was digging into an old wound, he just had no idea how relevant that fear was presently. Still the moth demon kept on digging his claws into the festering sore. “Who was there to pick you up when he tossed you aside?”

 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Vox protested desperately trying to remember the feeling of being cherished by Alastor. The joy of dancing in the redheads arms. The hand that held his as he fell asleep. The promise of a happy ending if only they came to understand each other. If only they were enough for one another.

 

“Who was there when you ripped your heart out and presented it to him just to have that stuck up prick step on it?” Val asked, trying to force Vox out of his delusional future and into the torturous past.

 

“Shut up!” Vox screamed struggling against the confines of Val’s grip as his upper pair of hands unbuttoned Vox’s pants.

 

“Who did you come crawling to? Who fucked you until you forgot? Who’s dick were you moaning around? Who were you begging to make you into a mindless little cum slut? Who did you ask to fuck you till it hurt so you could go numb?”

 

Vox closed his eyes not wanting to remember. Not wanting to face the broken and desperate person he was, that he still is. Not wanting to think about the possibility that it could all happen again. That everything he had with Alastor was hanging by the thread of a wiped memory. 

 

“Me Vox! It was me! And I fucked you  because you where so damned pathetic. That’s all you ever will be without me. A pathetic piece of shit! And you know it. I loved you when he didn’t.” Val’s hand touched Vox’s screen with such tenderness it actually surprised the TV demon. Cyan eyes opened to look up at the soft smile on Val’s face.

 

“Isn’t that right, baby?” The moth demon leaned down to plant a soft kiss to Vox’s lips. A tongue pressed against glass demanding entrance and Vox opened up wordlessly. His chest burned as poison dripped down his throat. He couldn’t move though he desperately wanted to run. Runaway from his shame and regret. 

 

Instead he found himself frozen on the bed, stalling like a computer attempting to perform too many commands at once. Becoming the thing he was cursed to be in his afterlife. Trapped between man and machine, an object to be used, and Val was willing to use him. Felt entitled to Vox’s body just like any piece of merchandise he’s bought. Mercifully Valentino’s pheromones provided enough of a high that Vox didn’t feel anything as Val used him. Or maybe he didn’t feel anything because all humanity was fucked out of him.

 

In the end it didn’t matter. Vox stared at the ceiling with no real concept of time. All he could think of was that he was going to be late meeting with Alastor. He held on to a fantasy of being in Alastor’s arms, held close and taken care of. Touched gently like when he’d been a cat. He thought about being fed and talked to sweetly. Being dressed up and admired. He dug up every good feeling he could muster and all of his happy memories were linked to Alastor. It’s why he couldn’t lose the redhead. 

 

Val was right, Vox was nothing. He could never stand on his own. Dependent on radio waves before he switched to digital. Now dependent on the Vees to keep control of his power. He’d erroneously thought being a submissive was a choice he made and that he held agency and power in that choice. But he was nothing but a greedy little slut who groveled at the feet of others, desperate for attention.

 

Desperate to be loved.

 

Vox hadn’t noticed Val leave until the ceiling was clear of all smoke. He sat up and calmly walked towards the bathroom cleaning himself up as if nothing happened. He didn’t even wince at the pain as he washed his hands, blood circling the drain. He bandaged the tips of his fingers, not having the time to properly reattach his claws at the moment. He’d install them tomorrow, integrating them into his body like they were a part of him. Val had used his intimate knowledge of Vox against him. Pointing out his ugliness, with words and actions. Leaving Vox defenseless and broken. And what did he do? Just lay there and take it.

 

“You fucking pussy.” Vox berated himself, laughing at his own misery and weakness. Walking to the nightstand he took out his collar and buckled it around his neck with shaky fingers. Determined to go see Alastor. To run into the arms of yet another man who refused to truly love him. 

 

“Of course a slut like you would want two dicks in one night. Dirty whore.” He muttered as he slipped on his pants which Val had tossed into a dark corner. Vox continued to degrade himself as he got ready to leave. His whispered insults only stopped once he disappeared into a wave of electricity trying to remember the location of the love hotel. 

 

Once he zapped out of a powerline in front of the brightly lit building he walked in quickly, traveling down the hallway towards the room the note had informed him of.

 

“You’re late.” Alastor opened the door with a strained smile.

 

“Sorry, sir.” The apology was hollow and Alastor’s smile wobbled as red eyes glanced over Vox. Cyan eyes looked away uncomfortable with being seen, feeling suddenly dirty and unworthy. 

 

“I’m sorry.” there was more sincerity behind the words this time, and Alastor let out an annoyed hum. Red tipped fingers lifted a bandaged hand.

 

“Why is my doll damaged?” Vox was pulled into the room as Alastor inspected his hand with furrowed brows and an angry grin. “Was it Valentino?”

 

“It’s nothing, sir, just a misunderstanding.”

 

“I will tear off each and every one of his fingers one by one, and use them to gauge out those obnoxiously big eyes of his! How dare he damage my doll!” Alastor’s eyes were glowing and his antlers stretched with a disembodied groan.  

 

“Al, please, it was my fault. I just want to relax, ok? I’m sorry I’m late but I’m here now and I want to relax.” Vox let his fingers twine with the others. “Please, sir, I just want to feel good and not think about anything anymore. Make me feel good, please?”

 

The irony wasn’t lost on Vox. Here he was begging to be fucked yet again so he could forget his pain, just like he had asked Valentino to do seven years ago. Vox was nothing but a useless piece of shit who could only find meaning under someone else’s thumb. “Please, sir, I just want to be your mindless sex doll.”

 

Vox stepped closer praying that Alastor would give in. That he would take the lead and play with his doll, so Vox could fall into mindlessness. So he could stop all these tortuous thoughts. So he could stop reflecting on himself and his sins. All the stupid decisions he made, and the wrong turns he took in life and death. He desperately wanted someone else to lead. “I’ll do anything, you don’t have to fuck me. Use your tentacles, or tell me to touch myself. I just don’t want to be in my head, Al. I don’t want to have to think, please.”

 

Alastor’s hand pressed against Vox’s chest and for a moment he thought he was being pushed away before he looked up into red eyes.

 

“Please, sir.” He breathed out, remembering his protocol. A finger trailed up to his shoulder as the radio demon slowly circled around him as if inspecting him for more damage. The TV demon’s body vibrated as his antenna picked up frequency at 852 hz. Vox’s shoulders relaxed as he let the calming frequency tingle over his body. Soothing any negative thoughts away as the soft sound of a slow piano song accompanied the frequency.

 

“Suck in a deep breath and hold it for me, my sweet little doll.” Nails now trailing down the back of the corset, snagged on the lacing. Vox inhaled sharply, chest puffing out as his stomach hallowed. Slim fingers came to wrap around Vox’s neck. Not squeezing, just holding, claiming their property. Alastor pulled on the bottom laces slowly tightening them.

 

“Keep holding that breath for me. You’re doing so well. Dollies don’t need a lot of air do they?” A sharp yank caused the boning of the corset to shape around the hollow of Vox’s stomach. A shake of his screen told Alastor that Vox agreed with his statement. Continuing to hold his breath as they approached the one minute mark. Vox didn’t feel light headed, nor the urge to gasp for air. He simply stood still as Alastor’s hand continued to toy with his strings. “Dollies don’t need air, and they don’t need to think.”

 

Alastor's voice was soft, almost hypnotic. His tone was clear, and Vox sunk into the sound of his mid Atlantic accent letting it pull him towards nostalgia and comfort. Easing him into the feeling of safety one only found in childhood. In the arms of someone you knew could protect you, and care for you.

 

“If you get light headed, you will tell me. Do you understand?” A nod and another sinch of laces. “Let out that breath slowly for me, dear.” 

 

Air left Vox’s lungs with a sigh and a whistle from the vents on the side of his screen. This caught Alastor’s attention. Vox felt a hand raise up to the small slits, static buzzing from fingers like an aux cord wanting to connect with him. The TV demon wanted to give into that pull. To have Alastor plug into his brain and fill it with commands for him to follow. He’d never have to think again.

 

Curiously Alastor put his hands over the vent, just below the volume button. “Take in another breath.”

 

There was a slight suction to the palm of Alastor’s hand as Vox breathed in. Vox barely got any air before Alastor’s hands blocked the flow. Instead Vox’s senses were overcome by the warm petrichor scent of the radio demon’s skin.  “Let it out.”  

 

One hand lifted up leaving the left vent unblocked. “And in.” 

 

The media overlord did as he was told, the breathing adding to his calm as Alastor continued to pulse out the soothing frequency. “Such an interesting model my dolly is. So unique.”

 

The praise affected Vox, his shoulders straightened with pride and a small pleased whimper was stifled by sharp teeth. Cupping the vents tightly Alastor leaned forward letting his tongue glide over the ports on the back of Vox’s head. It was a pleasant sensation the wet of Alastor’s tongue coming into contact with a sensitive part of his doll. There was a pop, and Vox truly felt like Alastor had plugged into his mind. His head was filled with the soft sound of a piano and any worries left his mind. His legs felt weak as a tongue circled around the edge of one of his connectors. Vox didn’t notice he was leaning into Alastor until hands came up over his chest pulling him in further.

 

“Oh, please, sir.” He moaned, pressing into Alastor’s uninterested crotch. He had no spare brain power to think about Alastor's lack of arousal. Not with music in his head, and the high frequency thrumming through his body. A bandaged hand reached out to rest on a thigh, and Vox’s head tilted back chasing after a retreating tongue. 

 

“Breath in.” Alastor whispered and as Vox went to take in a breath Alastor squeezed his chest pulling him close. Vox gasped and held his breath. Fingers trailed down the front of his body and just as fingers touched thighs Alastor spoke again. “And out.”

 

A shaky breath escaped Vox and he attempted to spread his legs, which made him lose his balance a bit. He leaned heavily against Alastor who supported him with ease. Vox rested his head on the redhead’s shoulder as best he could glancing up lovingly at the other demon. He wanted to look into those eyes forever, floating in bliss. The breathing in music that made him feel like he was in a dream, disconnecting with his reality as he sunk into a mindless headspace. Willing to be held by his maker and become anything Alastor wanted. Tentacles circled around his joints holding him softly as a hand traced up to his zipper.

 

 “What should I do with you? Limp as a rag doll.” Alastor hummed. “Well let’s get you to bed. I think that’s a fine idea. There is still one protocol we haven’t tested. You remember all your programming, don’t you dear?”

 

“Yes, sir.” Vox whispered, still relaxed and pliable as tentacles moved him into an upright position and marched him over to the bed. Shadows slithered down Vox’s body as Alastor approached rolling up his sleeves. Tentacles were replaced by hands and the mattress dipped. Vox sunk into the bed with a moan focusing on the feeling of finger rubbing up his chest halting once they circled around his neck. He tilted his screen back but fingers didn’t tighten

 

“Breathe in.” Alastor commanded, fingering Vox’s collar. Cyan eyes fluttered closed and Vox took in air through his vents, chest rising. Alastor shuffled over his chest resting his weight on it making the clasps if the corset dig into his sternum. It was suffocating and Vox hiccuped. The pressure of Alastor’s weight mingled with the buzzing of the frequency he still pushed out, mingling into an unsettling calm as Vox’s breath was taken from him like a nightmare. “Breathe.”

 

Vox tried to take in a breath but Alastor’s weight was too much. Cyan eyes shot open with a stifled gasp. “You’re forgetting something aren’t you? So desperate to be mindless you’ve already forgotten your list of commands.”

 

“Please…sir.” Vox barely had enough air to speak. Alastor lifted himself up on his knees with a smile.

 

“Good boy.” Fingers trailed over the collar again, red eyes scanning the cord of Vox’s neck. Two hands braced themselves beside Vox’s head and Alastor slid down, lowering himself. Vox’s breath hitched with anticipation.

 

“Thank you, sir.” The protocol was a sigh out, as a soft kiss was planted to the bottom edge of his screen. Lips trailed down his neck and hands caressed his sides. Soft music still played in Vox’s head and his body thrummed with the ever present calming frequency Alastor emitted. 

 

It was like floating on a cloud. A soft and gentle disconnecting from his body, not because he wanted to be somewhere else but because he wanted time to grind to a halt. He wanted to stay like this forever. Linger in the feel of soft touches and sweet kisses for the rest of eternity. He was gently coaxed back into his body when Alastor came up to kiss him. The kiss was a gentle press of lips to glass, a soft static tingle that made Vox sigh. A leisurely dance of tongues that left him moaning.

 

“Oh… Al.” Vox wrapped his arms around his dom pulling him closer as their heads tilted deeping their kiss after a break for air. He didn’t need to breathe, not if Alastor was the one taking his breath away. Vox was already half hard and half drunk off the kissing alone. So, when Alastor’s hand moved to his thigh he eagerly spread his legs.

 

They parted and Vox whined at the loss of lips against glass. Fingers unbuttoned his pants and he lifted his hips as they were shimmied down along with his underwear. Before he could lower back down against the mattress a heart shaped pillow was shoved under the small of his back by a quick tentacle. Another shadow dropped a bottle of lube near by as Alastor unbuttoned his own pants and the thought of being fucked made Vox shudder.

 

“Wet them for me.” Red tipped claws pushed into the void of Vox’s mouth and a long tongue wrapped eagerly around them. Messy wet sounds filled the air and cyan eyes looked down at Alastor’s unbuttoned pants watching to see the effect the noises were having on the demon. 

 

“Uh…” Vox wrapped his hand around Alastor’s wrist forcing finger in and out of his mouth, drooling shamelessly and moaning against the digits when he closed his lips around them. The radio demon leaned in, shoving his fingers deeper down Vox’s throat making him gag for just a moment. “Mhmm.”

 

Their hips pressed together and Vox sucked loudly, feeling Alastor growing hard against him. Soft rocking motions urged on the bodily response and Vox moaned for Alastor’s pleasure knowing intimately what would rile his dom up. When fingers left his mouth they quickly wrapped around Vox’s weeping erection.

 

“Please, sir.” The TV demon begged as a hand on his chest pressed him down into the matters. He rolled his hips and arched his back encouraging Alastor to keep touching him. The stroking didn’t last long, just a teasing pleasure that was soon replaced by lubed fingers stretching him. There was an uncomfortable shudder at how loose Vox felt. How little preparations he needed, but Alastor didn’t comment on it. Instead the redhead just slotted into place with another kiss to the bottom of Vox’s screen.

 

“Oooh…thank you…sir.” It was a relief to have Alastor inside him and his gratitude shined through in his statement. The radio demon was gentle, giving Vox time to adjust, which he didn’t need. The TV demon wrapped long legs around a narrow waist pulling his partner in closer.

 

“Ah… Al.” Vox sighed, rolling his hips in time to the slow deep thrusts penetrating him. His vision was hazy and he felt like he was in a dream. Alastor was fulfilling every request Vox had made. Making him feel good, making him forget, not through pain but pure pleasure. “Oh…you feel so good…fuck.”

 

An injured hand reached out to caress the side of Alastor’s face, just to make sure this was real. The ashen skin was warm and soft with fine hairs trailing down a sharp jawline. Alastor turned his head into the touch as full lips pressed gently against the damaged digits.

 

“Uh..nghn…” Vox let his hand drop satisfied that he wasn’t dreaming, that Alastor was truely above him gently fucking him like he was a fragile proclean doll. It was too much, and Vox felt undeserving. An arm came up to cover his screen as a sob of pleasure left his lips. “Please…”

 

Vox wanted Alastor to be rough, to degrade him. Call him a needy slut, insult him, and stop treating him like a precious object to be cherished. Another cry left Vox’s throat and his shoulder started to shake.

 

“Does it hurt?” Alastor leaned in close, his lips ghosting over Vox’s forearm. “To be treated so gently?” A well placed thrust sent a shiver up Vox’s spine and he tightened his legs around Alastor’s waist. “You should know I take care of my things, darling.”

 

“Yes.” Vox moaned.

 

“Yes, to what, dear?”

 

“It hurts.” Vox sobbed out.

 

“Mhmm.” Alastor hummed, slowing down even more, pressing in deep to push against Vox’s prostate. Not chasing his own pleasure, more seeking Vox’s. “Well, I do enjoy seeing you suffer.”

 

“Fucking…s-sadistic..prick.” Vox bit out between whimpers.

 

“Will you let me see?” Another kiss to his forearm. “I want to see you cry.”

 

Vox removed his arm wrapping both around Alastor's neck instead. He tried not to think about how pathetic he looked, how weak he must appear, how sentimental. He could feel the tears burning as individual pixels lit up blue. Lighting a trail down his screen, a mix of technology and magic, tears that felt real but didn’t manifest. 

 

“Ah!” A jarring thrust sent Vox scooting up the bed. He held on tightly to Alastor, burying his hand in his hair.

 

“Beautiful…” The redhead breathed out. Which only made Vox cry more, because there was a cruel honesty behind the word. Alastor pushed in deep, pressing hard up against Vox’s prostate. Fucking him so good. “Such a gorgeous doll I own.”

 

“S-stop…” Vox cried out, and Alastor did. He stopped like Valentino would never do, and it confused Vox for a moment. “No…don’t.”

 

“Well, make up your mind dear.” Alastor laughed.

 

“Keep fucking me…stop being nice.” Vox rolled his hips trying to encourage Alastor to move. “I’m your slut, call me a slut.”

 

Vox desperately canted his hips trying to fuck himself on Alastor’s cock. With a wide mischievous smile Alastor started up again. “What a pretty little slut you are.”

 

“Noooo.” Vox whined, letting his head fall back against the pillow yanking at Alastor’s hair to try and piss him off. 

 

“Such a beautiful voice. I enjoy listening to it. You are executing your protocol so well.” Alastor continued to praise.

 

“I’m a slut, call me a slut. Please. I’m a dirty little slut and I want you to fuck me hard.” Vox’s pleas were ignored as Alastor continued to thrust into him at a leisurely pace. Nerves were alight with pleasure and Vox’s chest felt tight as his heart pounded. He tried to catch his breath between sobs. It felt so good. Vox didn’t want to think about what it felt like.

 

It felt like making love…

 

Alastor leaned down, nuzzling his nose against Vox’s neck. “Such a sweet doll. So good for me.”

 

“Bite me!” Vox grabbed a fist full of hair and shoved Alastor’s face into his neck harshly. His fingers hurt as he tightened his grip, unable to scratch at Alastor’s scalp. He wanted his cruel master back. He wanted the radio demon to laugh at his desperation. All he got for his efforts was a soft kiss. 

 

“So beautiful.” Alastor whispered against his skin.

 

“No!” Alastor continued to kiss his neck, arms wrapping under the arch of Vox’s back, pulling their bodies closer, as if there was any hope of them ever becoming one. As if Alastor wanted to fuse with him. Electromagnetic waves washed over Vox’s body and the soft sound of moaning echoed in his head. They were sweet sounds, with soft piano music and a harp being plucked just like his heart strings. Vox received the sounds as easily as he received Alastor. 

 

Still it hurt. It hurt how perfectly they fit together.

 

“Ah! Oh!” Alastor fucked into him faster holding their bodies close. Vox’s hands held on desperately to shoulders, head thrown back as the friction from Alastor’s shirt rubbed against his trapped dick. With every jarring thrust the bed creaked, headboard tapping against the wall. Vox could feel hot breath against the skin of his neck. Suddenly Alastor removed one of his arms and propped himself up on one elbow, brows knitted in concentration as he continued to fuck into Vox.

 

“You’re taking me so well.” Alastor panted out.

 

“Because I’m a slut. A greedy little slut. Say it.” Vox begged, pixelated tears blurring his vision. He wanted to ruin the moment. He wanted a different kind of pain.

 

“My precious little doll.” Alastor grinned down at Vox, not allowing for any cruelty. Gently taking care of his doll. “You were built for this, weren’t you?”

 

“Yes, to be your whore, yes!” Vox panted, starving for degradation but so close to his release. “Tell your dirty little sex bot to touch himself. I wanna cum sir, please.”

 

A kiss was pressed against his screen, and Vox defiantly turned away, unable to take anymore tender affection. Another laugh and there was a pause for readjustment before Alastor started thrusting again, but now his other hand was free and it wrapped around Vox’s weeping erection. The touch was light, fingers curly gently around hard flesh, stroking slowly at first before picking up to match toe curling thrusts.

 

“No, don’t touch me. I’m dirty…fuck!” Vox shuddered, tension building in his body.

 

“Deep breath in, dear.” Vox took in a shuddering breath and held it with a muffle sob pressing against his closed lips. He squeezed his eyes shut, the muscles in his abdomen tensing with the help of his held breath. Without needing to focus on his breathing a serene calmness fell over him. His mind freed up to focus on the pleasure he was receiving. The feeling of Alastor inside him, pushing up against that sweet spot. His hands gently coaxed him towards release. Breathing felt like an unnecessary chore, and with his processors freed up every electrifying sensation was amplified. His vision tunnel, if it was from lack of oxygen or his world shrinking to focus solely on Alastor, Vox didn’t know. He didn’t care. His chest burned with the need to breathe and the feeling of being loved.

 

 “That's right, hold it. You’re doing so well.” Alastor’s eyes were soft, lids heavy with a pleasure rarely seen on his face. Still he was in control focusing on his doll and Vox felt safe. 

 

“Aa-ah Al!” Vox let out his breath before gulping down air in gasping pleasure. He fell into the sweet release of his orgasm and Alastor was there to catch him. Milked him through it and never once stopped his hips. Vox couldn’t help it, he cried. His hands shot up to cover his face and he sobbed his pleasure as his dick twitched, releasing a few more spurts of cum.

 

“Vox.” A quiet moan left Alastor’s lips and before the TV demon could fully register that his name was called he felt Alastor cum inside him.

 

“Yes!” Vox cried out in joy. It felt so right, to be filled by Alastor. To have him wash away the stain  Valentino had left inside him. “Yes! Thank you! Thank you, sir.”

 

The TV demon’s gratitude was silenced with a kiss, as Alastor slowly pulled out.

 

The radio demon sat up, red strand of hair clinging to a sweaty forehead. Shadow tentacle manifested from behind Alastor's back as he caught his breath. They slithered forward caressing every inch of Vox’s skin. Red eyes watched him writhe under the soft touches. Shadows massaged calves, wrapped around Vox’s arm, twisted around injured fingers. One slithered up his inner thigh lapping at sensitive skin like a tongue, before disappearing between Vox’s legs.

 

“Sir? I–Ah!” the shadow pushed into him with no resistance, its path aided by the cum its master had left behind. It pressed up against Vox’s prostate and another tentacle ghosted over his spent cock before settling at his perineum. Another pair of shadows curled around his legs, bending them and pressing them against Vox’s stomach. “I–oh! Fuck! What are you doing to me? Fuck!”

 

Despite his lack of erection, pleasure wracked through his body like bubbles building in a champagne bottle. He fisted the sheets, at the mercy of the many tentacles stroking him, touching him, overstimulating him. His body was trying to register the onslaught of sensation, the feather light caressed, the firm strokes, the press against his prostate.

 

“Making sure you’re not in your head. Wouldn’t want my pretty little doll’s head full of thoughts.” Alastor singsonged, tapping the side of Vox’s head to turn up that volume before climbing out of bed and walking toward the ensuite bathroom.

 

“Mhmm…huh…” Bedsheeted twisted around his wrist as Vox desperately tried to ground himself, cyan eyes watching Alastor disappear into the bathroom leaving the door wide open. It was no use he let out another sob as electricity sparked over his skin and a brand new wave of pleasure crashed over his body. The tentacle inside him withdrew just a bit to give him time to catch his breath. Faintly Vox registered the sound of the shower being turned on but wasn’t given much time to think about it as shadows started their teasing caress again.

 

Time blurred and the sound of running water mixed with loud moans and the sound of static buzzing over Vox’s screen. By the time Alastor exited the bathroom redressed and toweling his hair dry Vox was a shaking mess, trembling from pleasure and exhausted. True to his word Alastor had left Vox’s mind utterly blank. 

 

The redhead leaned over taking in the sight of his handy work with a prideful grin. A single finger tapped at Vox’s screen.

 

“Thank you, sir.”

 

Chapter 19: Intermission

Everyone in hell (including Alastor) thought the radio demon was selfish. After all, the only reason why Alastor had agreed to restart his arrangement with Vox was out of boredom and the desire to be amused. He stayed at the hotel, for the promise of entertainment and the power of being an influential figure for the princess of hell. Everything Alastor did was for his own gain. Yet when Vox showed up to the hotel asking to become mindless Alastor obliged, despite having had no plans on fucking Vox. He’d planned on torturing the TV demon, really testing the words he’d spoken two weeks ago. Seeing if Vox would truly be satisfied with the bare minimum of touch. If he would be happy to be denied access to Alastor's body on the one day that sexual pleasure was promised to him.

 

All his cruel plans flew straight out the window when he saw the dim light of Vox’s screen. All desire to mock and degrade disappeared as Vox sobbed and begged to be verbally berated. If Alastor were honest the tears had been thrilling, amusing even, but they had also touched something a little less sadistic inside of him. To see the media overlord shaking with emotion overcome by sensation, was fascinating. To see how much sex affected him, how desperate he was to feel, how happy he was despite the contradiction of his words. How conflicted he was, simply because Alastor…made love to him.

 

It was a phrase the radio demon hated. It was sentimental and false in his experience. Alastor had engaged in intercourse as a clinical experiment. He’d had sex in an attempt to satisfy Mimzy, but he’d never once made love. He never understood why anyone would call such a dull act, love making. Until tonight.

 

There was no way around it, Alastor had gently made love to Vox. Caressed him, kissed him, and breathed in his scent. Felt every tremble and twitch, and even felt lost in the connection for a moment. Alastor understood why someone might enjoy and even crave sex. It was intimate, and warm. Bodies held close, and emotions poured out like a sacrifice to an altar of fondness. Alastor had always seen love as delusional, frivolous and maddening. But watching Vox sob, raw, and ugly, knowing the monster that was above him and still willing to be exposed himself, had changed something in the radio demon. Knowingly Vox had offered himself to the hands of a cold hearted killer and found comfort there. He’d known that Alastor held no sexual passion towards him but still drowned in the pleasure the radio demon provided like a man lost in the desert coming upon an oasis. Asking nothing of Alastor that he wasn’t willing to give, and accepting him on his terms. For the first time in Alastor’s entire existence he felt seen. Vox didn’t want him to be a ravishing beast driven by sexual desire. Vox didn’t want him to be a sweet tender man that showered him with affection. Vox wanted Alastor. Just Alastor, and that had made him cry. What Alastor had given him had made him cry. The pride the redhead felt in being able to satisfy someone so thoroughly by simply touching them made him understand why someone might enjoy partnered sex. When the focus wasn’t solely on the sexual act, but rather indulging in affection and familiarity Alastor found he rather enjoyed a bit of dessert. Was even proud of the pleasure he had provided. Just because he didn’t like sweets didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy feeding someone a bit of cake, and if that meant he had to take a little bite from his partner’s fork then it was well worth the sacrifice.

 

Especially if it meant he could see Vox so raw.

 

Alastor enjoyed watching Vox fall apart. Enjoyed listening to his conflicting cries and moans. The radio demon had been the conductor to a symphony of ecstasy, and the final piece was exalting. How could Alastor not be proud? How could he not have enjoyed himself? Tonight he’d taken Vox apart gently, methodically, and instead of leaving him in pieces like some broken doll, he’d stitched him back together with praise and adoration. Because if Vox wanted to believe it or not, he’d earned the praise. It wasn’t that Vox was visually appealing or even breathtaking in the way words implied. But Alastor could admit that he found Vox’s acceptance of him beautiful. Vox’s willingness to take whatever Alastor saw fit to give and be grateful for it was absolutely gorgeous. It was the most astounding thing the radio demon had ever experienced. Vox wasn’t perfect but in this sense he was the most spectacular thing Alastor had ever set eyes upon. Vox didn’t need to be human to be beautiful, and Alastor didn’t need to find him sexually attractive to be drawn to him. They didn’t need to be perfect, and hell knew they were far from it. Vox was obsessive, greedy and desperate but not entitled. In fact it was painfully obvious now how little Vox felt entitled to. The media overlord felt he deserved nothing, because he saw himself as slut to be taken advantage of. In a twisted sort of way Alastor felt a kinship to that feeling. They were both actors playing a part to satisfy society's view of sexuality. Perhaps if he’d felt emotions as deeply as Vox did, perhaps if he cared about how people saw him, he would have become Vox. Giving his body up, and following society's script despite his lack of desire. Perhaps if Alastor had desired relationships and companionship as deeply as Vox did, he would have whored himself out too. Ignoring his own discomfort and boundaries so he wouldn’t feel broken and alone. They were two sides of the same coin. In so many ways they reflected each other, sending out signals of distress that only the other was able to pick up on.

 

Alastor was the pious madonna unaffected by the whims of the flesh, set upon a pillar of chastity. Yet ridiculed and seen as inhuman, due to his lack of passion. While Vox played the whore, desperate to find dignity and not be ashamed of his sexual appetite. While asserting he was human and worthy of respect despite his desires. It was this feeling of comradery that had spurred Alastor on towards tenderness. That fueled every kiss and touch. Every slow thrust and word of praise. To tell Vox what the TV demon had told him, that this was enough. That what they had was enough. That Alastor was enough. That Vox was enough. That they were both worthy of respect, and had a human heart. That no one had to change to be accepted. That they would accept each other.

 

No strings attached.

 

Red tipped fingers stroked absentmindedly at the back of Vox’s head, occasionally toying with the ports like one would twirl a strand of a lover’s hair. The TV was pressed flat against Alastor’s chest in a childish display of exhausted cuddling. Vox had refused to move and be cleaned up. Opting instead to cling to Alastor when he’d made his way back to the bed. Somehow they ended up like this, Vox splayed across his chest warm and surprisingly comfortable. It was nice having someone pressed against him, without the fear of sexual expectation. Vox was thoroughly satisfied and he simply wanted to cuddle. Alastor couldn’t remember the last time someone cuddled with him like this.

 

Was it Mimzy? Had it been her? An aftermath of a sexual encounter Alastor only barely remembered, simply because he wasn’t invested in the act and found no pleasure in it. Just another chore he’d check off the list.

 

The radio demon turned his head, letting his lips rest against the black casing of Vox’s head, and antennae brushed against his cheek. There was a sense of safety. A feeling that if Alastor pressed a kiss to Vox’s head, it would stir nothing. It would not be misinterpreted as a sign of affection that needed to lead to an amorous encounter. There would be no girlish giggles of embarrassment, or cooing at how sweet Alastor was. It would simply be a comforting kiss. So he pursed his lips and kissed Vox, who didn’t speak, but just wrapped his arms tighter around Alastor’s waist, still stubbornly refusing to move.

 

“I’m going to have to clean you up, dear.” Alastor said softly, nails dragging up the back of Vox’s head before trailing along the stalk of an antenna.

 

“No.” Was the single word answer which held a childish amount of brattiness.

 

“You’re going to have to tell me what happened, Vox.” 

 

“No.”

 

Alastor let out an annoyed humm, but decided not to press the subject. He wasn't really in the mood to talk about that stupid moth anyway. He didn’t feel like getting angry and whatever happened to cause Vox to show up with damaged hands would surely boil Alastor’s blood. Instead he wanted to linger in this strange little cuddling session, and not ruin it with arguments or thoughts of useless pimps. He wanted to focus on himself, which would conform to his selfish image, but somehow that also included caring for Vox. Perhaps that was the point of aftercare? To find comfort in not only being cared for, but caring for someone else. “You’re not going to ask me for my prompt?”

 

“No.”

 

Alastor smiled wide. “Oh splendid, so that means I won’t have to  fuck you next month. Wonderful! That really frees up my calendar. Imagine all the things I can get done, now that I don’t have silly little picture box to torture all month long.”

 

Vox lifted his head up and glared at him. “Stop being an asshole.”

 

Alastor hooked a finger under Vox’s screen. “You really need to make up your mind, dear, do you want me to be mean or do you want me to be nice? Do you want me to stop, or do you want me to keep fucking you? You’ve been rather indecisive all night.”

 

“That’s because I don’t want to make any decisions.” Vox’s heavy screen plopped back down onto Alastor’s chest eliciting a little ‘ompf’ from the redhead.

 

“Yet you decided to degrade yourself when I chose not to.”

 

Vox’s head gilded back and forth across Alastor’s chest in an approximation of nuzzling.“You know that’s part of the deal. Fuck and degrade me.”

 

“Mhmm, I don’t recall those being the specifics.”

 

“I’ll mail you a copy of our kink negotiation and list of fetishes as a reminder. You can keep it in your file cabinet, next to my bank statements.”

 

“You still have the original document from before?” Alastor laughed. “Well why not send me updated bank statements while you’re at it, so I can start keeping proper records on you. Hopefully you’re not still  spending an outrageous amount of money of Hellbucks coffee every week, like you did during the househusband prompt.”

 

Vox’s head shot up with a gasp. “Where else am I gonna get my iced brown sugar oatmilk shaken espresso, Al?”

 

“Why does coffee need to be iced or shaken in the first place? Just drink a normal cup of coffee, it’s bad enough you already adulterate it with sugar and cream. All these unnecessary things just for a little bit of caffeine.”

 

“Some of us like innovation and enjoy trying new things instead of staying stuck in the 1900s.”

 

“There was innovation back in my day, dear, true innovation! Jazz was based on innovation and improvisation! And we used the tools we already had without adding unnecessary extra steps. It’s like asking me to play the piano with drumsticks! Can it be done? Sure. Is it practical? Absolutely not! I’d look like a fool but some avant garde idiot would label it as innovative.”

 

“Sitting through jazz history lectures and art philosophy isn’t one of my kinks, Al, so please spare me.” Vox groaned and flopping over onto his back.

 

“That’s the problem with modern entertainment, the complete disregard towards past achievements. Listening to electric noise without understanding the fundamentals of freestyle!”

 

“I feel like the electric noise is a personal attack.” Vox side eyed Alastor who smiled at him innocently and batted his eyes.

 

“Oh heavens no! We both know you have immaculate taste, in clothing, music and men.”

 

“I’m here in bed with you aren’t I?”

 

“Yes, a rare spot of brilliance on your part. No wonder you don’t want to make any decisions when the majority of the time your choices are rather bad.”

 

“Fuck you.” Vox frowned, and it seemed that the joke was taken rather personal. Alastor smiled fondly at Vox despite his pouting, tempted to ask yet again what had happened with Valentino, but knowing the media overlord would just dodge the question.

 

“It’s fine, you have other talents, and your fumbling is rather endearing on occasion.”  Alastor sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed. “Come now, you have to shower. I’ve let you wallow long enough, and I'm not giving into a new round of pouting, you little brat.”

 

“Fine.” Vox groaned, climbing out of the bed and unfastening his corset.

 

“If you drop that corset on the floor, heaven help you.”

 

Cyan eyes looked straight into red and a bit of mischievous glimmered in exhausted eyes. Vox’s hand stretched out, corset in hand and made a dramatic show of dropping it onto the floor. A shadow tentacle promptly manifested behind the TV demon and smacked him on his bare ass. A surprised yelp had Vox jumping forward.

 

“It’s bad enough you got cum all over it but now you’re tossing it aside like you’re some teenaged boy in a dorm. Take better care of your things, have I not provided a good example?”

 

“I think I could use a reminder.” Vox said tugging alluringly at Alastor’s bowtie as he passed by. The radio demon only let out an exasperated humm, not affected by Vox’s attempt at seduction, but pleased to see the TV back to a playful mood. 

 

**

 

Vox was sure to toss his shirt outside the bathroom door before closing it and getting into the shower. He didn’t want to clean himself up, which was a rather disgusting desire but one he had all the same. He wanted Alastor's claim to stay upon his body, his scent to linger on his skin. It’s why the TV demon had flung himself across Alastor’s chest drowning in the warm comfort of his dom’s arms. It was surprising that Alastor had indulged him in a cuddle, but then the radio demon had been uncharacteristically tender all night. Well perhaps not uncharacteristic, the radio demon obviously got a sadistic kick out of seeing Vox cry. But that couldn’t be held against him. Not when the sex had felt so good. Not when the after care had been so simple, sweet and everything Vox needed. The way fingers had toyed with his ports and antenna had been relaxing. The soft little kiss Alastor had anointed him with sent butterflies flapping in the TV demon’s stomach. The way Alastor had stayed perfectly still as if he was truly content to play pillow for his sub. Perhaps cuddling wasn’t out of character for Alastor either. He’d always been rather affectionate with Rosie. Maybe if you caught the radio demon at just the right time, in just the right mood he was willing to snuggle a bit. Vox liked the idea of curling up next to his dom. Or waking up in his arms, with slow good morning kisses and maybe breakfast in bed if he was especially good.

 

It was so easy for Vox to fall into fantasy under the spray of the shower. To let his mind drift into possible futures so he could forget about the past. He didn’t want to think about Valentino, or what he’d done. He didn’t want to acknowledge the sting of his fingertips as soap and water seeped into bandages. He just wanted to think about Alastor and the sex they’d just had. The intimate love making they’d engaged in. It felt unreal, which was why Vox  was so reluctant to wash away the evidence. Afraid he would be drawn back into the past and his dark thoughts of inadequacy. In the end he did clean himself thoroughly, washing away dry cum and lube, because his dom had told him to do so, and he wanted to be good. He wanted to be worthy of the future he imagined. Worthy of the praise Alastor had showered him with.

 

Vox started when he heard the door open. “I’m almost done, sir.”

 

“Take your time.” Alastor’s tone was bored and accompanied by a hum. “You will be needing your clothes to change into, though, so I figured I’d clean up the mess that trailed behind you. I’ve gotten rather good at that, if I do say so myself.”

 

Vox turned off the shower with an angry sigh, pulling the curtain back to see Alastor laying  his now folded shirt and pants by the sink. The media overlord was no fool. He knew a manipulation tactic when he saw it. Alastor was trying to corner him, and get him to talk. To finally tell him what’s been going on with Val. 

 

“You didn’t need to cut your shower short on my account, dear.” The redhead said cheerfully grabbing a towel off the rack and holding it out for Vox to step into. The TV demon only glared, his eye swirling in defensive anger. Alastor rolled his eyes at the display though the gesture was cut short with a wince. Two fingers came up to massage at the side of the redheads temple and Vox closed his eyes in fear, forcing the swirl off screen. His heart started to pound with anxiety, afraid he’d trigger Alastor's memory. Afraid that he’d lose everything he’d just gained all because he couldn’t control his anger. Racing thoughts screeched to a halt when the soft fluffy fabric of the towel graced Vox’s shoulder. The media overlord opened his eyes to find Alastor wrapping him up with a closed lipped smile stretched across his face. “Why are you being so stubborn?”

 

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Vox whispered.

 

“Well that’s perfectly fine my dear, but it certainly makes me want to pop by Vtower for a visit so I can have a little chat with Valentino.” Alastor’s hand tapped innocently at his lip as his smile grew wide and malicious. “Well perhaps talk isn’t the right word.”

 

“Al, don’t.” Vox toweled himself off and reached for his clothes.

 

“An eye for an eye, or a finger for a finger.” Alastor jumped up onto the counter, legs kicking happily as he watched Vox get dressed. “Frankly he’s getting off easy. I’ll only rip off the nails from ten of his fingers! He has twenty. I could do worse.”

 

“Al.” Vox shot him a warning look, as shadows shifted in the small bathroom.

 

“So much worse.”

 

“I don’t need you getting involved.” Vox sighed. 

 

“But I am involved, dear. You said you want to belong to me and I don’t abide that buffon damaging my property.” Alastor held out Vox’s collar for him. A slight twitch to Alastor’s eye hinted at a lost memory as they gazed at one another. There was an unasked question buzzing between them like white noise. The silence stretched on, but still nothing was said. Alastor just held out the collar for Vox to take. If he wanted it. Of course he did. He’d said as much two weeks ago, but still Alastor seemed unable to ask.

 

Will you be mine? My sweet doll. My pretty little slut. Mine to protect, and cherish.

 

Vox wanted to be all those things. He didn’t want to be merchandise to be used. A toy to be played with and tossed aside. A hole to fuck when no one else was available. He wanted a relationship with meaning. Not a business contract, or exchange. But there was so much standing in his way, and Alastor wasn’t asking for that. He was just handing him a collar. A play collar, nothing more. Once he left this room he belonged to no one. Unclaimed and unloved. Alone to handle the mess he’d made.

 

“You’ll have to trust that I can handle myself.” Vox said more for self assurance than to soothe Alastor. It’s not like he cared right? It’s not like the tender touches, sweet kisses and collar meant anything outside of Tuesday. Cyan eyes looked at the collar before glancing up at Alastor’s face. His smile was patient and soft, and Vox told himself not to hold on to hope, because Alastor wasn’t asking for anything. Not verbally. Gestures were hard to read, but the way Alastor’s body had spoken to him tonight felt so right. So loving, and full of hope.

 

“That would be simpler to do if you would tell me what you are up against. All I see is the aftermath, and what I have been cleaning up this past month has been anything but pleasant.” Alastor jumped down from the counter and took a step forward holding the collar up with both hands and gesturing towards Vox’s neck. A silent offer. Why couldn’t he just say it out loud? Why couldn’t he just let Vox hear the questions?

 

Will you be mine? My sweet doll. My pretty little slut. I promise to protect and cherish you.

 

“I know…but I just don’t want to talk about it.” That's what it came down to. They both didn’t want to talk about it. About what this all meant, and how it would affect the lives they’ve already built. In this room on a Tuesday none of it mattered and they didn’t have to talk about it. They just accepted each other.

 

No strings attached.

 

 “I just want a place to escape to. I want to relaxed, be fucked and not have to be in charge of shit. Where I don’t have to think three steps ahead, and make all the decisions. I don’t need you to fight my battles for me, Al. All I need is for you to be here. To give me a space to retreat to, like you did tonight.”

 

Vox gave a lopsided smile and took a tentative step closer. “Please, sir.”

 

Red tipped fingers gently fasten the collar around Vox’s neck. There was a bit of an irritated twitch to Alastor’s upper lip, despite his smile. “I won’t say I’m pleased to be in a supporting role, but if that’s what you want, then for now I shall oblige you. But, if you ever come to me in such a damaged and down trodden state again I will kill Valentino. And since you won’t tell me what he’s done I will have to go through a whole list of torture and murder methods to insure he pays for whatever hurt he has inflicted upon you. Do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

**

 

Alastor’s thumb traces the jewel studded word on Vox’s collar, knowing that this had become more than just a stage piece, but a promise. He wouldn’t push Vox to reveal his struggle with Valentino. A part of him didn’t want to know. He cared, sure, but he didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to know why Vox had wanted to cancel two weeks ago, finding the TV demon frantically cleaning on the kitchen floor to hide whatever evidence of Valentino’s sins was left. Had it been blood or something else? Alastor had no idea. Seeing Vox’s bloody stubbed fingers was jarring, and Vox hadn’t looked like he’d consented to any rough play. Vox had never been late before, just like he’d never canceled before. Alastor didn’t want to know, because if he knew it didn’t matter how much Vox asked him not to get involved, he would tear Valentino limb from limb.

 

Pushing aside dark urges Alastor plastered on a bright smile “Splendid! Now I believe we have a scene to go over and a prompt to discuss.”

 

The two overlords made their way back to the bed sitting on the edge with a bit of space between them. Vox’s fingers laced together as he leaned over to rest his forearms on his thighs with an exhausted hang of his head. Blue blood stained the bandages on his fingertips, wet from the shower and threatening to fester into infection. Alastor snapped his fingers and a roll of bandages popped into existence and fell into his hand. He kneeled down in front of Vox grabbing his hands.

 

“What–” 

 

“Hush.” Alastor silenced any protest unraveling the stained cloth around delicate fingers. It was odd to see Vox so bare, so human. He wondered for a moment if this is what Vox’s hands had looked like in life. His palm was wide, and his fingers long and thin with thick knuckles. They would have been perfect for playing the piano. Alastor’s own hands where much smaller in comparison. His fingers were also long, but much more tapered and slim. “I suppose considering you did cry, it is only right for me to ask if there was any moment where I crossed boundaries.”

 

“No, not really. I know I could have signaled red any time. Even when I said stop you did…”

 

“So then, everything was satisfactory?”

 

“More than…it was great. I… well I would have liked more degradation but I think that was pretty clear.”

 

“But you’ve enjoyed praise before, during past encounters.” Alastor pointed out, covering up his intentions for comforting with their game.

 

“It was just a lot…tonight.”

 

Red tipped fingers caressed the side of his screen. “I meant every word.”

 

“Al…I know better.”

 

A sting behind the back of his eye and a feeling of sadness. There was a moment of nausea that wasn’t as unpleasant as usual. Just a flutter in his stomach as he looked at Vox. The TV demon’s head hung low and Alastor wanted to see it held high so he tilted the screen up. Cyan eyes refused to meet his. “I believe I’ve told you before that I don’t find self flagellation entertaining. It’s my job to degrade you and it’s my choice when to do so.”

 

Vox turned his head away but Alastor just guided it back, stretching up to press his lips to Vox’s screen. “Don’t…”

 

It was a half hearted protest, and an unfinished request that Alastor ignored. Consent was eagerly given when Vox’s freshly bandaged finger came to cup Alastor’s face pulling him deeper into the kiss. Their connection was broken for just a moment as Alastor got to his feet, and Vox scooted back onto the bed, laying down with arms outstretched beckoning for  Alastor to join him. The radio demon did, crawling over his lithe body and pressing their lips together again. Vox’s fingers were gentle, tracing the shape of pulled back ears, as their tongues met in a slow dance. It was odd to be kissing just for the sake of it. Alastor’s hands stayed respectfully above Vox’s waist. Their legs eventually tangled together, with Alastor half on top of Vox, hair mused by eager hands. Ears flicking from the occasional stroke. Alastor was curious to see how far Vox would want this to go. If he would get aroused again, or grind against him, or if he’d be content with just kissing. He wanted to push Vox. A part of him still unsure but wanting to indulge in this new found intimacy and hoping his boundaries would be respected. Vox moaned, one hand moving to hold on to Alastor’s forearms, and pushing him away.

 

“Can I stay?” He whispered. “Will you stay? I don’t want to go home.”

 

Alastor leaned in again to continue their kiss stalling as he thought about the answer. Or rather as he thought about why he so desperately wanted to say yes. There was a headache blooming at his temple, but he ignored it. He ignored it along with his apprehension. Alastor had already given so much to Vox tonight, and already admitted enjoying the TV demon’s company. Already admitted to wanting to explore this familiar intimacy between them, this mirrored existence. What did it matter if they stayed in the same bed just for one night? What did it matter if Alastor enjoyed spoiling his sub? What did it matter if he didn’t want Vox to go? 

 

To return to Valentino. 

 

“Is that why you haven’t asked me for my prompt? Because you don’t want to leave?” Alastor teased, and Vox leaned up for another kiss. It was funny how even in this small moment they thought alike. Alastor allowed him to stall as their tongues twined together.

 

“What’s your prompt, sir?” Vox asked, fingers playing with the velvety softness of Alastor’s ear.

 

“I’ll tell you in the morning.”

Chapter 20: Escort Part: 1

No one in hell has ever woken up beside the radio demon. There was a haze of confusion when Vox first opened his eyes, his internal systems told him his battery was low, which was not something he usually woke up to. In fact he was usually greeted by the exact opposite message, announcing he was fully charged. But, once he saw Alastor’s head on his chest, memories from last night came flooding in. Reminding him of why he felt so drained. A small chuckle vibrated through his chest and a red ear flicked, but a snorted breath told Vox that his companion hadn’t been woken. This left him with the opportunity to run a system diagnostic. His fingers hadn’t fully healed, his body deciding not to spare the energy on regeneration since he wasn’t hooked up to a power source. He still had plenty of juice to function, it’s not like he’d die from a lack of energy. It was more like waking up from a restless night of sleep. He would be able to groggily go about his morning until he got back to Vtower to charge fully.

 

Despite the lack of energy, and his still aching fingers Vox tried to carefully shift out from under Alastor without waking him. Just as he thought he’d manage to slip out, arms tightened around him and a literal growl left Alastor's mouth as he bared his teeth.

 

“Who would of fucking guessed the big bad radio demon is actually a cuddle bunny.” Vox laughed.

 

“That knowledge will never leave this room, or all of hell will know you dressed up as a cat and meowed at me like a little bitch.”

 

“Black mail me all you want but I bet if I curled up in your lap right now and meowed at you, you wouldn’t complain.”

 

“Hmm.” Alastor pushed himself up, obviously not happy to be awake. He ran his fingers through his hair which looked a mess. There were sections that started to curl, and waves formed responding to sweat and humidity. Alastor kept trying to straighten the strands with his fingers as if they would submit to his will alone, without the need of a hot comb or flat iron. The disheveled appearance of the radio demon made Vox aware of the amount of effort he must put into his look. Something they had in common but Vox never realized since it seemed so effortless and haphazard on Alastor's part. 

 

“Good morning, by the way.” Vox said and Alastor yawned at him before scooting out of the bed.

 

“There is never a good morning in hell, dear.” Alastor chuckled and tried to straighten out his crumpled clothes. “I look a mess. I’ve spoiled you for the night, and now I'm paying the price. You should pay for my suit to be dry cleaned. Rumpling it with your need for closeness.”

 

“My need for closeness? I’m sorry, was it me who just growled at you for moving?”

 

“Rather childish of you, insisting on being my pillow and then disrupting my sleep at…” Alastor trailed off and pulled out his pocket watch. “Six thirty in the morning, good lord. I had just fallen asleep at two.”

 

“What the fuck where you doing all night?”

 

“Contemplating murder methods that couldn’t be traced back to me, so when Valentino disappeared you wouldn’t have a little pout about it. Alas I figured given my threats yesterday you’d suspect me no matter how meticulously I concealed it. Not to mention the little wretch would probably snitch once he regenerated.”

 

 “So while you were contemplating murder, did you also come up with a prompt?” Vox asked.

 

“I did actually. I think it would be rather entertaining to play at being an escort.” Alastor said simply.

 

“What? I…like a sex worker escort? You?” Vox blinked in confusion. “You, Mr. big bad dom daddy want to pretend to be my escort?”

 

“Indeed, and never call me daddy again.” Alastor said whimsically. “There are many a pathetic little men who hire dominatrixes to whip them into shape. Simply being a sex worker does not make one a submissive, or even lacking in agency or control. So set aside your outdated ideas of what you think an escort is.” The line was a call back to what Vox had told Alastor during the househusband prompt and it made the TV demon’s screen light up with excitement. “Besides I can very well refuse any client I please. I’m skilled and in demand. My fees also reflect my worth, but I’m sure you can afford it, Mr. Vox.”

 

“Fuck yeah I can.” The media overlord was already loving the prompt. This seemed more like a treat for him than anything Alastor would find satisfaction in. But Vox wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, not when there was a financial component that was already making him feel pathetic. He’d gladly pay for Alastor’s time and get lost in the fantasy. Shifting the reality of his own desperation to be loved onto the game so he could avoid constantly having to confront the truth. That he wanted to belong to Alastaor, but that the redhead was still unclear in his desire, and that any hope Vox had of being with him could easily vanish once the betrayal of hypnosis came to light. He didn’t want to think about how he could possibly move forward with Alastor, or how to fix his partnership with Val. He simply wanted to buy his way out. And Alastor was giving him exactly that. An indulgence Vox didn’t even have to ask for. The TV demon had no clue what he’d done to receive the tender love and praise of last night's session or what he’d done to deserve a treat like this, but he wanted to be good. He wanted to be deserving, and stop feeling like shit about himself.

 

Their deal had always provided an escape, and isn’t that what he’d ask Alastor to keep doing for him last night?

 

“Splendid be sure to make a booking in advance and pay up front.” The radio demon waved his hand and a glowing green paper appeared. He snatched it out of the air making it solid and real before handing it over to Vox with a smirk.

 

Services and prices

 

Basic escort (companionship only) : $300 per hour

 

Premium escort*: $2,666 for the night

 

Boyfriend experience**: $6,666 for the day

 

Premium includes: Kissing on the cheek. Anal penetration, doggy position. No spending the night.

 

Boyfriend includes: Text/calls throughout the day. Kissing on the lips. Anal, missionary position. Spends the night and makes breakfast.

 

Sexual add ons:

 

Oral: $100

 

Foot/shoe fetish indulgence: $100

 

Degradation: $66

 

Handjob: $30

 

Spanking: $16.66

 

Praise: $0.66

 

Cuddling: $0.66

 

“Why does degradation cost more than praise?!”

 

“More effort on my part.” Alastor shrugged. Vox didn’t believe it for a minute, especially since cuddling was the same price as praising. He’d definitely done something to please his dom, and he wondered if perhaps their conversation from two weeks ago had put Alastor at ease. More willing to engage. Vox desperately wanted to hold on to that hope, fueled by memories of last night’s love making. “If you don’t like what I have to offer, I can always take my services elsewhere.”

 

“Like Mimzy can afford you.” Vox scoffed playing into the game. He looked over the prices again. “If I want to give you oral, is there a discount?”

 

“No, there’s an up charge.” Alastor said smoothly.

 

“What, why?!”

 

Alastor shrugged again. “More effort on my part.”

 

Vox looked at the redhead in disbelief. Surely he was just trying to get him riled up. “How the fuck is that more effort? I’d be doing all the work!”

 

“I’ll have to moan and like it.” 

 

Vox groaned. “Fine, what's the up charge?”

 

“An extra twenty.” Alastor said with a shit eating grin.

 

Well if he wanted to be smug then Vox would throw him for a loop. “If I can add sexual acts, then does that mean I can remove them?”

 

“What do you mean?” As Vox suspected this question surprised Alastor who tilted his head with a bit of curiosity.

 

“Like if I want the boyfriend experience but not the sex?” Vox explained turning the paper around and pointing at the asterisk that explained what the boyfriend tier entailed.

 

“Why would you want to remove the sex?” Alastor narrowed his eyes suspiciously.

 

“Like can I replace the sex with cuddles?” Vox asked innocently, grinning at his dom.

 

“You cannot order a la carte! Those are the services I provide, take it or leave it.”

 

 Vox crossed his arms in protest. “Add ons implies that I can actually order a la carte! Why can I add on but not remove?”

 

“Are you seriously haggling?” Alastor pinched the bridge of his nose and for the first time Vox wasn’t worried the headache he was soothing would lead to recovered memories.

 

“I like to get my money’s worth!”

 

“Fine.” Alastor snatched back the paper and a pen appeared in his hand as he scribbled in the margins and handed the paper back.

 

10% discount for removing sexual acts.

 

20% upcharge on any sexual act performed on the escort, such as oral and handjobs, etc.

 

“Great!” Vox beamed, enjoying the business aspect of the arrangement. “Soooo…I can book you any time throughout the month?”

 

“As long as you book at least forty eight hours in advance and pay for the requested services in full at time of booking.”

 

**

Vox’s first booking had come in quickly. It was a simple one hour escort, which was not what the radio demon had expected the media overlord to go for first. This was a test, an experiment to see how far Vox would go. If given the go ahead, if given a bit of control would things end up just like they had with Mimzy? Would the demand for sex become overwhelming? Was what Vox said last month an unsustainable lie? Would he crave endless sexual encounters that Alastor had no interest in keeping up with? Would resentment eventually fester once Alastor refused an escort? Was Vox truly not entitled even when given the opportunity to be? What would the TV demon do if given just a bit of power?

 

Perhaps it was just a matter of time, and Vox was simply testing the waters with this simple request. Either way Alastor found himself in front of the Cafe looking at his pocket watch.

 

“Not late this time, sir.” Vox’s voice perked Alastor’s ears and the radio demon looked up with his usual smile. The media overlord was dressed in the trench coat that had become a signature outfit for him whenever he was in cannibal town. Alastor himself was in his usual outfit though he had a yellow orchid pinned to his lapel that Nifty had given him on his way out when he’d slipped and said he had a date. The little bug insisted that he should look nice for his good boy, and giggled maniacally, when Alastor tried to explain it was an arrangement rather than a true date. Either way Vox’s lingering eye and smug grin seemed to hint at the fact that he appreciated the little touch of formality.

 

“Well, time is money as they say. And knowing you I doubt you'd want to waste a single penny. Not when you paid in advance.” Alastor held out his arm for Vox to take.

 

“I’m sure you’re worth every sent Mr. Radio demon, sir. I’ve heard nothing but great reviews about your services.” Vox took his arm playing the part of client and allowed Alastor to lead him into the cafe. For the first time they sat inside, and Alastor pulled out Vox’s chair for him. With a flip of his coat tails the TV demon took his seat and allowed Alastor to push him close to the table. Once they were all settled and handed their menus the redhead couldn’t help but smile teasingly.

 

“Are you going to try the local cuisine or stick to the dessert menu?”

 

“I think I’d like that cake again, if that’s alright?” Vox looked up inquisitively, and the question seemed to hold more weight than it appeared.

 

“Well, Mr. Vox, this escort is about what you’d enjoy. I am here to serve, so if you would like to share some cake, then I suppose I won’t refuse.”

 

A digital eyebrow was raised. “Oh, but I heard that you’re not shy about refusing requests, and putting a client in their place. Besides, even in this casual setting, I am still paying you to dominate me. I expect that you’ll make the final decision. I’m simply telling you what I’d like, sir.”

 

Vox closed his menu and looked at Alastor reassuringly. Submitting willingly to his whims as he always did with their game. “In the end you’ll be ordering for us. That's what I’m paying for, a bit of pampering after a long day of decision making. Especially after I just came from checking in on my project here. A bit of subjugation is just what I need to relax.”

 

“Hmm.” Alastor hummed, knowing that the words they spoke weren’t just about the food, or what Vox expected from this roleplay, but what he always desired from their dynamic. What he wanted out of their deal, or at least what he told himself he wanted. Alastor would thoroughly put that to the test this month. His thoughts were  interrupted by the appearance of the waiter. “I’ll take a pot of tea, and my friend here will have London fog. Also the liver pate, and a raspberry mini tart.”

 

“London fog?”

 

“Yes, you enjoy sugary drinks I believe, it’s an earl gray latte with a bit of lavender. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it, since you wanted me to choose.”

 

“I’m sure I will. Sounds very relaxing.” The conversation almost felt like a battle both parties were refusing to back down from. Alastor refusing to give in to what he knew Vox wanted and Vox unwilling to show any disappointment. 

 

“So tell me about your project, Mr. Vox.” Alastor prompted with a flourish of his hand before he propped his chin against his fist giving Vox his undivided attention. The media overlord lit up under the attention, literally, since his screen brightened with enthusiasm.

 

“I’m sure you’ve heard about the cinema being built. I had to come check on it, and talk to the foreman. Make sure everything is going according to the plan. I also stopped by and talked to Rosie.  I’ve got some actors lines up, some scripts ready to go. Just sort of giving Rosie a choice of what should go into production first, you know? What do the people want to see on the sliver screen?” Vox’s hand gestured grandly and there was a sparkle in cyan eyes. He seemed to be in his element, happy to be producing. Alastor had never been a big fan of the movies. Finding  the integrated dance halls far more entertaining. Music and dancing had always been his pastime, though perhaps he’d take Rosie to see a film once the theater was done. Silent movies at least relied heavily on music and atmosphere.

 

“Will there be a live piano player for the shows?”

 

“More than just a piano player!” Vox perked up, obviously getting excited talking about his project. Their drinks were set down in front of them and Vox paused to take a sip. “Pretty good.”

 

“I am glad you like it. More than a piano, you say?” Alastor said in a flat tone that many would have seen as disinterested but did not deter Vox. Instead the TV demon simply nodded, taking another long drag from his drink, as Alastor poured himself a cup of tea.

 

“Yeah, there will be a whole orchestra pit. An ensemble, a grand spectacle! It’s a Voxtek production after all, and we have a reputation to uphold. Only the best in show!”

 

The rest of their order was placed on the table and Vox hardly noticed the waiter as he continued to talk excitedly about his plans for the silent movies. Alastor found himself relaxing, nodding along, humming or making jabs when appropriate. Riling Vox up both in ire and excitement and enjoying the many expressions that lit up his screen. The demon wore his emotions on his sleeve, and Alastor had always found that entertaining. Vox was a sight when he was excited, or angry. The range of his emotions was as broad as any actor’s and he could call upon them in a second like any well trained thespian. Alastor’s mind wandered back to their Tuesday meeting and the tears that trailed down Vox’s face like tetris blocks. He smiled wide, the sudden urge to upset the media overlord coming over him. Something about those tears, about the sobbing and the begging.

 

“Mhmm.”  Alastor dropped the knife he was using to spread his pate so he could press his finger into the side of this suddenly throbbing head. The image of tears burning into his memory along with blood leaking from a delicate neck. He massaged the image away.

 

“You ok..?” There was a level of fearful hesitation in Vox’s question, and when Alastor looked up he saw some of the color drained form Vox’s face.

 

“Perfectly fine, just these headaches that come and go. Frankly I’ve gotten rather used to them by now.” Color slowly creeped back into Vox’s display. “I suppose I could use a bit of stress relief myself. Metaphorical headaches have started to manifest into the real deal it seems.”

 

A laugh track accompanies Alastor’s joke, though Vox still seemed a bit uneasy. “You should take care of yourself, sir.” Vox looked up hesitant, breaking character for a moment. “You always take care of me, you deserve to be taken care of as well. If I can help…” 

 

Alastor tilted his head curiously at the tone of guilt that laced Vox’s words before he trailed off. The TV demon had been odd as of late. Surely it had to do with Valentino and whatever he was trying to distract himself from. Alastor wished Vox would simply tell him what was going on. Though at the same time the radio demon felt uncomfortable with the boiling anger he felt towards the moth. Truly Alastor had gotten used to taking care of Vox. It was odd, and a weakness he didn’t want to get accustomed to. Spoiling the TV demon had led to spoiling himself, and it left him in a vulnerable position that he didn't quite enjoy. It left him feeling soft. Willing to caress and touch, to care for his sub in a way that seemed beyond the bounds of their deal. Which could lead to discomfort, and entitlement. But wasn’t that what he was testing now? Testing Vox’s words to see if they were true. And if in the end this is all that would come of it, then what? If all Vox requested was little escorts where they spent time together and chatted over a meal, what would that mean? Would it make Vox trustworthy? If it did, what was the next step?

 

Again his head throbbed and his stomach did flips as he hunched over using both hands to sooth his temples. 

 

“I’m perfectly fine taking care of myself.” Alastor said , fishing out his pocket watch to check the time, and cover up his discomfort. “Now hurry and finish your tart, dear, there’s only ten minutes left of our little date.”

 

“Yes, sir.” Vox said, and brought his fork to his mouth humming in delight at the flavor of the tart. “You know this place really knows how to bake. I’m just glad there aren’t any body parts in it.”

 

“Yes, it makes it a rather convenient meeting spot.” The check was dropped off and Alastor pulled out some of the cash from the transfer to pay for the bill.

 

“Usually the client pays.” Vox pointed out.

 

“Oh, you are. This is your money.” Alastor grinned and handed the check back to the waiter.

 

Vox laughed. “Alastor, you're not very good at being an escort. Don’t use the money from your booking fee to pay.”

 

“I can do whatever I want with the money you give me.” Alastor huffed and glanced at the pocket watch again. “Oh look at that, times up. Ta ta for now!” Before Vox could say anything Alastor dissolved into a puddle of inky shadow and retreated back to the hotel.

 

The second request came in the moment Alastor manifested into his room. He saw the Voxtek watch light up with a message and picked it up to read on the tiny screen. The request was for Monday, the boyfriend experience, sans sex, add on oral performed not received with praise, foot fetish indulgence and cuddles. This was more inline with what Alastor had expected from Vox. A  sexual booking. Still he’d expected the request to have been a premium escort. A slow escalation to see how much Vox could get away with. Perhaps some add ons if the TV demon was feeling brave. Instead of going for the simple carnal option though, Vox opted for the more expensive sentimental experience. Even more unexpected was the nulling out of the sexual intercourse, instead wanting to be praised for performing. It was rather cute in a way, and there was a bit of fondness at the edge of Alastor’s smile as he looked over the request. His sub wanted to please. To be a good boy, and he most certainly was since the perfectly calculated $6,220.72 booking fee was wired to Alastor’s bank account promptly and without hesitation. One phone call to his bank confirmed the money had cleared, and was sitting there waiting for him. A gift from his paypig, which Vox surely found arousing in and of itself. It was a factor Alastor had purposely added, dangling every kink and desire in front of Vox for him to indulge in. Building the perfect mud puddle for his pig to roll around in, even if he seemed hesitant. That hesitance would surely end soon. Vox would get worked up and realize the power he’d been given. He’d turn into a lustful glutton and demand sex ala carte from the menu Alastor had dangled before him. His true colors would be revealed and the necessity to work out whatever was happening between him and Val would become clear. There was just no way ALastor would be able to keep up with Vox’s sexual appetite and the moment he refused a booking Vox would understand. He’d realized that masturbation would not be a good compromise. That he would need touch and sex more than Alastor was able to give. Whatever romantic notions of love making that had floated around in Alastor’s head would come crashing down because in the end, sex had nothing to do with love, and the emotion was a fleeting idiotic indulgence that was impractical at best, and devastating at worst. The radio demon was unwilling to make himself that vulnerable, and heaven forbid he’d prove Rosie right. He’d purposefully avoided his friend today.

 

“Hells these headaches.” Alastor groaned in frustration and let out an exasperated sigh. Quickly his mind pivoted to what he would need to do to prepare for the Monday’s request. With the money from Vox’s booking securely settled in his account Alastor reluctantly approached Charlie for help. The princess was in the common area planning activities on her white board. Angel was also present scrolling on his phone, and Alastor ignored him as he approached Charlies with his usual smile. 

 

“Charlotte, dear, may I ask for some assistance?”

 

“Of course Alastor, what's up?” Charlie’s usual perkiness was like a slap to the face, and Alastor tried not to recoil. He felt rather vulnerable asking for guidance.

 

“I was thinking about what you had told me, it being possibly easier to navigate a phone, since the screen is bigger. Well I’ve saved up a bit of money and figured I should invest. But if I’m honest I have no idea where to get one.” Alastor’s fingers walked across the top of his mic as he tried to appear as nonchalant as possible. As if this wasn’t a major decision for him.

 

“Alastor getting a cell phone?” Angel looked over his shoulder out the window. “Is it snowing outside? Did we freeze over? What’s going on?”

 

**

Vox’s alarm went off early Monday morning rattling his face. He slapped his screen blindly to turn off the alarm and sat up with a yawn only to be startled by another buzz coming from his nightstand. He reached over to pick up his phone and found a message from an unknown number.

 

?: Good morning, dear.

 

V: Who’s this?

 

?: Your loving boyfriend of course! I have gotten a new device and shall be messaging you from this number from now on. I hope you’re ready.

 

Vox perked up remembering his escort request. He’d expected Alastor to contact him with the Voxtek watch, but it seemed the radio demon had gone all out with the prompt as usual. Even if regular texting wouldn’t become a thing between them, the fact that the stubborn old man had gotten a cellphone was endearing.

 

V: Alastor?

 

A: Yes dear, who else? Have you not finished buffering from waking up?

 

V: Fuck you.

 

A: You certainly will later this evening but do try and be patient.

 

Vox chuckled to himself as he got out of bed and went about his morning routine. To Alastor’s credit he was a very diligent boyfriend, asking how he’d slept and what his plans for the day were. Vox found himself smiling goofily at his phone on more than one occasion enjoying the attention he was receiving. He’d almost ruined his breakfast due to the distraction. 

 

V: I almost burnt my toast because of you.

 

He scolded sending a picture of the simple breakfast of toast, strawberry jam, and coffee. He didn’t have much time to spend on an elaborate meal. Not when he could waste his time chatting with Alastor instead.

 

A: Don’t blame your poor cooking skills on me. That’s a rather sad breakfast, is that all you are having. Burnt toast and sugary jam?

 

V: What’s wrong with that? 

 

A: Where is the protein?

 

V: I’ll have my mouth full of meat later tonight ;) 

 

It was a risky text but Vox couldn’t help it. A bit of flirting was fun.

 

A: For heaven’s sake please do not start being a nasty little degenerate this early in the morning. And what are those little symbols at the end? Semicolon and parenthesis? That makes no sense. Lust has already made you lose your mind.

 

V: No Alastor, lol. It’s a winky face. Turn your phone and look at it.

 

A: I suppose it resembles a face.You artistic skill has always been lacking.

 

V: ToT

 

A: What is that?

 

V: Me crying at your cruel words.

 

There was a long pause and Vox wondered if Alastor had already gotten fed up with the texting. He wouldn’t be surprised. Vox focused on eating his simple breakfast and just as he finished his last slice of toast his phone buzzed with another message.

 

A: :D

 

V: Look at you! Tech savvy radio demon.

 

Vox chuckled to himself, finding it funny that he was the one doing the praising for once. He wanted to encourage Alastor to keep up the texting even after this prompt ended. Gathering his dishes he set them in the sink and absentmindedly left his apartment eyes glued to his phone.

 

A: Hardly. I still don’t know how to take photos with this thing. Every time I open the camera it’s just red static.

 

V: …Al the camera opens in selfie mode.

 

A: Selfie what now?

 

Vox stepped out of the elevator ignoring the dismembered body of one of the moth women that attended Valentino. He’d been actively avoiding seeing his business partner for the past week. He’d also been avoiding Velvette so he wouldn’t have to hear about whatever problem Val was causing. The TV demon didn’t want to deal with what had happened or listen to whatever lies Valentino would come up with to justify his actions. A part of him just wanted to pretend nothing happened but that seemed impossible. Instead Vox settled for a distraction.

 

V: The camera is pointing at you and you are distorting it, lmao. 

 

A: It’s habit whenever a lens is pointed at me. For all I know you’re spying through my phone.

 

V: I totally could if you got a voxtek phone.

 

Vox settled into his chair turning on his screens and ensuring the door code could not be overridden. He would cocoon himself in his office, living the fantasy of having Alastor as his boyfriend. Keeping him company thought texts and check ins.

 

A: I have no clue what I have.

 

V: I’ll look at it tonight and show you how to use it, you old antique.

 

It wasn’t long before his little delusion was disrupted. Just as he’d put the phone down and brought up some video files to start editing there was a knock at his door. The sound echoed in the room, his sharks swimming curiously towards the door. Vox tried to ignore it but there was a rattling of the door handle and another knock. The sharks began to circle and electricity bristled along Vox’s shoulder as he tried to rain in his annoyance.

 

He didn’t want to be disturbed.

 

“Amorcito, I am sorry.” But Val had never cared about what Vox wanted or any of his boundaries had he? “Really I am so sorry. I know I can be difficult to be with, and we’ve both been so busy and frustrated lately. I should have respected your need for space, but Voxxy, you can be hard to deal with too. So stubborn and closed off, always consumed by work or your screens. You let yourself get all pent up and it’s always me who has to force you to relax, to take a break, and  take it easy. It’s hard to know when you need space and when you need to be taken away from your work. Please talk to me, baby. I can’t stand you ignoring me like this.”

 

It was funny that Val couldn’t stand being ignored but he could easily ignore the heinous act he committed, and expect a simple apology to wipe everything away. “I don’t feel like talking, Val. I still have a lot of shit to do. I’m not in the mood to coddle you. Go fuck some other whore. I’m not available.”

 

“Baby, you know you’re not like the others. I care about you. You’re my partner. Look at what we’ve made together.”

 

Vox laughed. So now it was what they made together rather than what he owed Valentino. Vox refused to fall for it. Not when the sting in his fingers was still fresh and Alastor’s gentle touch still lingers on his skin. He was tired of being ignored when it went too far. He was tired of being a placeholder for Angel, and it wasn’t fair to use Valentino anymore either. Sure they’d used each other and sure Vox had fucked up, and everything could still fall apart between him and Alastor too, leaving him utterly alone and unlovable. But he was tired. He was tired of giving in to Valentino. Of becoming another punching bag. A small quiet part of Vox whispered that he deserved better and surprisingly it sounded a lot like Alastor.

 

“Besides I came to apologize not try and fuck you. I love you, Voxxy. I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ll give you space, but try not to hold a grudge, amorcito. I know it wasn’t right, but you just get me so mad sometimes. You’re so hard to deal with. We both are, but we are always there for each other in the end.” There was a pause as if Valentino expected a reply, but Vox bit his tongue. He wasn‘t going to agree, he wasn’t going to admit fault. If he did he’d just spiral back into self loathing. He knew he was hard to deal with, hard to love. It’s why Val mistreated him and Alastor had left seven years ago. Vox was no prize, but he desperately wanted to be. He was just tired of trying to be a trophy for Val. Trying to be understanding, and placating had only caused more pain. Now that there was a bit of hope between him and Alastor, Vox was tired of putting effort into holding together a relationship that was just transactional. Was it fair to throw Valentino away? To toss him aside now that he got a taste of what it could be like with Alastor long term? To pin all his hopes on it working out with the radio demon this time around? And if it didn’t work out, would he come groveling back to Val, begging for his cock like he’d done last time?

 

No.

 

This had to end. Everything had to end, all the lies and deception, all the deals had to come to an end. Vox might not know how to get out of this mess he made but he knew it had to end.

 

“Don’t pout for too long, mi corazon.” Valentino's footsteps faded away, and Vox’s newly installed claws scratch at the armrest of his chair. He’d find a way to put an end to everything. Vox’s phone buzzed with a text message from the radio demon. 

 

A: I am about town doing a bit of shopping on my lunch break. I do hope you’ve remembered to take your own meal time. You do get so caught up staring at those silly little screens.

 

Perhaps he could indulge just a little while longer before everything was revealed. Live in this fantasy for this month at least. It was so comforting after all. Having Alastor available, being able to request whatever delusion he desired. Again Vox wondered what the radio demon was getting out of this prompt since it seemed so tailor made for him. How could Alastor have known that this was exactly what he needed? Just a bit of control when everything was falling apart. It’s not that Vox wanted to be in charge, but he liked being able to request being used, instead of having it dictated for him. He could ‘hire’ Alastor at any time and ask for exactly what he needed and indulge in submission to clear his mind. If it became too much Vox knew he could signal red and everything would stop. Alastor had always stopped…

 

Cruelly his mind made him think back to the hunting prompt instead. The one time things had gone too far with Alastor. Though Vox hadn’t asked him to stop, there was still a wound. He could still see the anger on Alastor’s face, the pressure of his hand on his screen, the forcing of emotions back into the dusty closet along with the other skeletons of passion and desire that resided there. Locking Vox’s love away to scratch at the door and desperately wail to be acknowledge while Alastor ignored it. Refused to speak about it, feeding it table scraps from under the door crack, building a hope that Vox was too afraid to hold on to. Yes, Alastor had always stopped but how was Vox supposed to signal red when it was his own heart betraying him? How was he supposed to ask Alastor what his color was when he refused to even look behind the door? At this point whose door even was it? Were Alastor’s feelings trapped in a closet along side Vox’s own, because the radio demon refused to see the truth? Or had Vox hypnotized him to gently enter the closet alongside his broken plea to be loved, just so he wouldn’t have to face the bloody aftermath of his own stupidity? Were they both trapped in a cell of their own making?

 

Alastor had always stopped…even seven years ago. When things had gone too far he had just stopped. Alastor would always just stop. All of this had to stop, but Vox was still afraid and unsure. How could he make it stop, when he didn’t want Alastor to leave?

 

Vox’s phone buzzed with another message. Offering him an escape into the fantasy of what it would be like if Alastor didn’t stop. If he kept going. If they both stepped out of the closet and faced each other no matter how terrifying. Vox didn’t want to lose Alastor, but as long as the hypnosis stayed in place he could never truly have him either. All he would have is this game. A bit of entertainment and eternal hope for something more. It was just as painful, and Vox laughed at himself, because it seemed fitting that love hurt this much. It’s why he put up with Valentino, it’s why he’d stayed in an empty marriage while alive. It's why he couldn’t connect with his daughter, or truly feel like he was worth caring about.  He didn’t know how to love, because no one had ever really loved him. They’d used him, and he’d let them. He’d let his family use him for money, playing at being the reliable bread winner. The doting husband and spoiling father. He let Val use him. The perfect fuck toy that wouldn’t complain which he could break over and over and over again. He let Alastor use him for entertainment, and though he was kinder with his playthings it still hurt. Because Vox knew Alastor loved him, and after years of looking for love it was rather disappointing to realize it hurt just as much as being used. So it had to be locked away and forgotten. Vox could deal with transactions, and Alastor could handle a deal, but they both couldn’t face love. 

 

The phone buzzed again and this time Vox picked it up ready to be lost in his illusion and stop thinking. It hadn’t been a text message but rather two photos that came in. The first was of a unsteady shot of a pair of heeled leather boots that had pointed toes adorned by a silver metal piece attached to it. The other was a blurry image of a pair of ankle boots made of dark red satin material with a chunky platform heel.

 

A: Which would you like to worship tonight, dear? I want to be sure you’re satisfied while you pathetically grovel at my feet. And since I have a bit of money I thought a new pair would be a nice treat.

 

The excitement and butterflies in his chest allowed him to fall into the fantasy quickly. This was Alastor, his dom, his sweetheart, his boyfriend, asking what Vox would like him to wear. What would please him? What did he want? How could he be taken care of? How best would Vox like to be used? It was nice, especially with the added knowledge that Alastor was most likely using his money to buy the shoes with. Money he had pathetically thrown at the man just so he could get a taste of what it would be like to officially belong to him. To be Alastor’s boyfriend. 

 

“Fuck.” Vox sighed out in pleasure. Wallowing in the feeling of being used. Having the honor of being able to provide for Alastor. He wallowed in the joy that the radio demon was treating himself. That because Vox had sent him money he was able to get himself a new pair of shoes to step on the TV demon with. The fact that Alastor even bothered to ask for his input was a blessing. The TV demon had always enjoyed the surprise of their monthly encounters but this collaboration also held its own kind of charm. 

 

V: Why not get both?

 

A: I only have one pair of feet, dear. I know it’s so hard for you to make a single decision, but do try and find a brain cell in the mush head of yours and pick one.

 

The light degradation only caused Vox’s excitement to grow, becoming a visible problem in his slacks. He refrained from letting his hand wander down the front of his pants instead opening up his wallet app and sending money to Alastor through Voxpay.

 

V: Get them both.

 

There was a pause as three dots appeared and disappeared teasingly. Vox waited for a reply with bated breath.

 

A: So desperate. You think you can buy your way into getting what you want? This is useless to me. How would one even use money from a phone? 

 

Vox smiled at his phone, amused by Alastor's ignorance, but also happy that he’s able to care for Alastor in this way. To provide for him and give back a little bit for all that his doms does.

 

V: Im sure you have a wallet app on your phone. If you hold your phone up to the cash register it’ll take the money out.

 

A: I could care less how this frivolous technology works. I said pick ONE. I’m not spoiling you simply because you are throwing money at me.

 

Vox bit his lip at the light scolding his screen flushing with bright pixels as he let his hand unbuttoned his pants.

 

V: It’s so HARD for me to choose. Try them on and send me a pic, maybe that’ll help.

 

A: Oh, is it hard? Really? Or are you just being a spoiled slut who wants to play at being indecisive so you can get some foot paraphilia?

 

“Fuck, yes.” Vox moaned sliding down in his office chair as he started to stroke himself. He set his phone down on his leg and pulled a hologram from its screen so he could see the message exchange without holding the phone.

 

V: Pic, please? 

 

He typed out with one hand as he licked the other. Wetting it to aid in his self pleasure.

 

A: Please?

 

V: Please, sir.

 

It felt like ages before the first picture was sent. Considering the quality of the initial shots Alastor was still learning how to navigate the camera. However when the text was sent the image quality was a bit better, more focused on the shoe despite a blurred thumb at the top corner. The black leather boots looked very nice. Coming up midway Alastor’s calf to blend in with the black fur of his leg. His pant leg was rolled up to reveal his calf and Vox’s hand moved faster at the thought of the radio demon showing that much skin in public. Excited that Alastor would take pictures for him. Would take money from him and use it to buy things to adorn himself with. Things that Vox would love to see him in. Perhaps on that level the TV demon could relate to Alastor's enjoyment of dressing him up. Seeing your partner in something you thought was sexy (well perhaps sexy isn’t the word Alastor would use) was thrilling.

 

A: Are you going to store these pictures away so you can touch yourself to them later? 

 

“You know I am.” Vox moaned to himself, a shaky hand reaching up to the holo screen to type out a text.

 

V: Already touching myself.

 

A: How disgusting. You really can’t control yourself, can you?

 

V: No, sir. Next pair.

 

A: Stop touching yourself. 

 

V: Can’t help it.

 

A: Remove your hands. Send me a picture of your hands so I know you've stopped. You will not receive a photograph of the other pair until I have proof you are following my directions.

 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

 

A: And your hands better be clean! Do not finish!

 

With a groan Vox stopped. He took in a shuddering breath and raised his hands in front of his face using his screen as a camera. He zapped the photo into his phone and sent it.

 

A: Good boy

 

Vox was rewarded with a photo of Alastor’s legs crossed at the ankle with only one of the red boots on. A bare hoof lay delicately over the shoe with legs swept to the side for an artistic angle. The photo was much more clear, the radio demon was obviously getting the hang of using the camera.

 

“Fucking tease.”

 

A: Now go ahead and touch yourself. Maybe if you finish you’ll be clear headed enough to make a decision on which one of these shoes you’d like me to crush your cock with.

 

“Shit…” Vox moaned hand flying back to his aching erection. He only needed a few tentative strokes before static buzzed over his screen and pleasure ran down his spine to pool in his abdomen. He wasn’t able to concentrate on holding the hologram images and it flickered out and disappeared as he came.

 

A: On second thought, considering you were such an impatient little slut, I will simply choose for myself. I tried to reward you with an option, but you really can’t be trusted to make any sort of decision with that one track mind. I hope your orgasm was worth it, dear. You’ll have to wait to see what’s on my feet tonight.

Chapter 21: Escort Part: 2

 

Most people, except for Mimzy, did not know what it was like to date the radio demon. Alastor upon entering hell had very little interest in pursuing relationships and so his reputation as a fighter, not a lover was born. It wasn’t until much later when the novelty of violence wore off that Alastor had made the horrible decision to start toying with people in a different way. He’d spent most of his life playing the part of charmer trying to fix something he thought was broken inside of him, so it was simple for him to bat his eyes at other sinners and have them shudder with fear and desire. Alastor enjoyed playing with his food, despite the bad manners that entailed. Still lust was not something he indulged in himself, but to be used to his advantage since so many others found sexual liberation and freedom in their after life. Alastor had slept with no one in hell, except for Vox. Somehow the TV demon’s pathetic little obsession was the most entertaining thing Alastor had come across in decades. Even now they played their game after a brief hiatus. Still the game seemed to titter on a cliff of fantasy and reality. Two showmen, putting on a show, refusing to enter the real world. If they did they would only realize they were in hell.

 

So the show must go on! 

 

“Welcome home, dear.” Alastor  pressed a kiss to the side of Vox’s screen playing the part of devoted boyfriend and taking the plastic bags the TV demon had hooked to his arms. “What’s this?”

 

“Oh, I got us some take out for dinner. I figured we could eat, and maybe watch a movie?” Vox stepped in front of the bags that Alastor had set on the counter, pouring out packets of soy sauce and duck sauce along with plastic forks and chopsticks. Vox seemed too absorbed in his task to notice the clacking of Alastor’s heels as he took a step back from the counter or comment on the dark red silk shirt and black leather slacks the radio demon was wearing.

 

“Hmm, you know how I feel about television.” Alastor said, picking up a stray sauce packet that slid across the polished kitchen floor.

 

“Yes, but I just finished editing a remake of ‘The cabinet of Dr. Caligari’ for the silent cinema in Cannibale town.You’ll get the first screening. ” It was hard to say no to Vox’s excitement especially when chiming noises emanated from his speakers. Alastor schooled his features into a mask of indifference, his smile an unwavering line.

 

“I suppose I could suffer through some classic cinema. I never did see the original.” 

 

“Great! No music though since I don’t keep an orchestra in the apartment.” Vox chuckled charmingly. That charismatic laugh he would use to get his way, and indeed with a simple request he had gotten his way. Alastor couldn’t be too mad about it though, especially since Vox had gone through some effort to plan an evening for them that didn’t just involve giving head. “You wanna eat out of the takeout boxes or you want plates?”

 

“Have some manners and take down plates for us. It’s bad enough we’ll be eating in front of the TV.” Alastor waved his hand and Vox obediently took down some plates. Curiously Alastor walked over, setting down the stray packet as the media overlord opened up the containers. He shot Alastor a smug smile.

 

“No worries, sir. I made sure to get something you’d like.” There were several containers of food, and Vox seemed insistent on serving. Still Alastor hovered while watching. “I got chop sinner with white rice. Or you can have intestine lo mein, your choice.”

 

“How is it you know of more cannibal cuisine options than I do?” Alastor asked with genuine surprise leaning over to take in the savory umami smell wafting from the containers.

 

“Because I don’t just stick to cannibal town. A lot of the new places in the city now have cannibal options for the adventurous palate. Maybe if you stopped being so stuck in your ways you’d discover new things.” Vox said smugly, taking a pair of chopsticks and pointing at the container. “Now what do you want?”

 

“A bit of both.” Alastor shrugged and watched Vox dish out a bit of everything onto a plate. “I think I've had enough of being adventurous after a whole day spent on a cellular device.”

 

“Oh yeah, you’ll have to let me look at it. I can adjust the settings if you need and maybe show you how to use it properly.’ Vox said as he twirled a generous portion of the lo mein onto the plate, nestling it up against the white rice alongside the chopped odds and ends of body parts. “You want eggrolls? They’re regular.”

 

“I suppose but none of that sweet sauce.”  Alastor waved his fingers dismissively at the cup of sweet chili sauce, which Vox happily put on his own plate instead. Obviously ecstatic that he didn’t have to share. Vox’s plate was filled with deep fried nuggets of something covered in a bright orange sauce, with a side of rice and garlicky green beans. “Charlie showed me the basics and even increased the text size on my phone for me. It was bad enough having to look at that tiny Voxtek watch screen for so long. Audio communication is much better, I don’t understand the obsession with constantly sending off little letters.”

 

“Text comes with less of an obligation to invest in the conversation. You can just pick it up any time and respond as fast or as slow as you want. But if you want to talk to me on the phone while kicking your feet like a teenage girl, I’m always willing to oblige. We can coo at each other about who’s going to hang up first.” Vox teased.

 

“I doubt I’ll be a regular user of the cell phone.” Alastor hummed.

 

“Go sit down, sir. I’ll bring the plates.” Having Vox serve him was a contrast to the way they’d played house before. Perhaps because this was Alastor’s prompt, Vox believed he should turn up the submission. Alastor found that while not opposed to being waited on hand and foot he actually enjoyed being the one to take care of Vox more. Once he’d gotten over the fear that Vox was attempting to dominate him with the househusband prompt, he’d actually enjoyed the level of control being in charge of the ‘household’ had given him. Servitude could be achieved in different ways and the thrill of financially dominating Vox stroked Alastor’s own kink. Having Vox so desperate for him that he would spend outrageous amounts of money seemed like a financial collapse just waiting to happen. Obsession always pushed people beyond their financial means. Not that Alastor would actually ever suck his sub dry. He honestly hadn’t touched most of the money Vox had given him. He just liked the idea of being able to take it. He liked the feeling of being worth the money spent. That whatever sexual gratification he gave was not only enough for Vox, but so addictive that he would pay for it. Alastor liked that he could use Vox like some pathetic little cog in a capitalist machine of his own making. And Vox seemed all too happy to be used for his labor. In the end there was a safety net and Alastor could return all the money he’d taken. Playing the part of responsible dom stashing away his subs hard earnings. In the end that's what it all came down to, them playing their roles, and not overstepping. Not taking advantage.

 

Alastor wondered if Vox would truly not take advantage even when he could buy whatever he wanted from Alastor in this month. Was Alastor really worth the price? Six grand for a fantasy of partnership and a blow job, and Vox had spent it gladly. Was submitting even now in an attempt to please Alastor rather than his own needs. Because that was his role.

 

My job as your sub is to make sure you feel confident

 

Except the only time Alastor, the radio demon, the serial killer, didn’t feel confident was when it came to relationships. 

 

“Here.” Vox handed Alastor his plate bringing him out of his thoughts. He set his own plate down on the coffee table and turned on the huge television in front of them. “Want a drink?”

 

“Water will be fine.” 

 

Vox disappeared again, returning with two glasses of water, and settling on the couch. The TV demon sat perfectly still for a moment and Alastor watched curiously as his screen displayed hundreds of files which he scrolled past at high speed before opening one and playing it. His screen went dark for a moment before he pulled the movie from his head and threw it onto the screen in front of them. It was black and white and the two actors on screen were a bat sinner and a spider sinner. It added to the eeriness of the gloomy atmosphere and Alastor couldn’t help but play some spooky music using his own powers. Vox smiled at him but didn’t say a word as they both settled in to watch the film.

 

Half way through they’d both finished up their dinner which Alastor found surprisingly tasty and rather addictive. Their plates sat empty on the coffee table and Alastor continued to play music along with the movie. Letting out eerie squeals of a saxophone, and twisted piano melodies. This seemed to put Vox on edge and he appeared lost in his own film with the added level of atmosphere Alastor provided. Taking advantage of Vox’s distracted state the radio demon leaned back and draped his legs over Vox’s lap. Vox instinctively raised his hand and started to stroke Alastor’s leg, eyes still glued to the screen.

 

“Hmmm.” Alastor let out an annoyed hum and lifted his foot to tap on the underside of Vox’s screen. This seemed to get Vox’s attention. 

 

“You got the red ones!” He smiled hand wrapping around the toe of Alastor’s shoes. “Fuck they feel amazing.”

 

The TV demon ran his palm over the satin material, eyes glancing up for permission when he reached the hem of Alastor’s pants. The redhead gave a nonchalant wave of his hand, leaning back into the couch pillow. 

 

Vox swallowed audibly, hand tracing over the soft fur of a calf as the other supported Alastor’s foot. “You know I…” There was hesitation, glancing up into red eyes as Vox scooted closer. Alastor gave an amused smile watching the TV demon slowly approach, letting his hand run up a thigh as he settled between Alastor’s legs. “I could help you relax, sir. Take care of you, like you do for me.”

 

It was hard to tell where the game began and where it ended. If Vox was playing at being a bashful boyfriend or if he was truly a bit nervous about taking charge. Worship was an act of submission that Alastor rarely indulged because the focus was on him. The expectation of sexual gratification derived from the attention of a lover was usually too much for Alastor. He didn’t find  pretending to enjoy something entertaining, but Vox’s eager eyes made him curious. 

 

“And how do you intend to do that? To take care of me?”

 

“By worshiping you…if you’ll let me.” Vox leaned in hover close to Alastor’s smiling lips. The radio demon leaned forward and lips touched glass. Vox sighed into their kiss, hand gripping at a strong thigh. The TV was holding himself back, not deepening the kiss but letting Alastor’s lips move against him, before they parted.

 

“You know I don’t relax in the same ways others do, my dear.” It was a reminder, and to Vox’s credit he did not bristle as Alastor laid his hand on his chest and pushed him away. The kissing was nice, but now it was the redhead who felt hesitant. With a kiss came expectations and he knew what the night would hold. What Vox had bought and paid for.

 

“I know. You can tell me to stop at any time. You can tell me if you find something boring or not to your taste. But please,” cyan eyes looked into red, “let me try. I want to please you, sir. I want to be good.”

 

“What do you think pleases me? Sex? You should know that isn’t very relaxing to me. Asking me to put on a show is work.” Alastor narrowed his eyes, feeling that his little experiment would soon come to an end. Vox would surely get offended, disappointed that Alastor was not playing along. That he wasn’t eager to receive head from his sub, but would much rather finish the movie while using Vox as a footstool.

 

“Then don’t put on a show.”  Vox said, sliding down to the floor. “You can be honest. You can pretend I’m not even here, just a lowly believer coming to worship at your temple. You can take my humble offering and extract whatever use from it you see fit. The sensations of your body, your reactions, those have nothing to do with me. You can feel that on your own, I am just a servant.”

 

Vox guided Alastor’s feet to the ground, settingly between his knees. A hand ran up his inner thigh and though the touch did not fill Alastor with anticipation it did relax him a bit, especially when Vox kept talking. “I just want to make you feel good, as a thank you for indulging me. I know it’s tiring having to put up with my desires. It’s so hard for me to control them.”

 

The media overlord ran his hands down Alastor’s legs, admiring the shoes and playing with the laces. Alastor lifted his foot quickly and trapped the lustful hand under his heel. “I don’t understand why you can’t control them. You want to be a good boy, don’t you?”

 

Alastor lifted his other leg making a large arch over Vox’s head before crossing it over his thigh, denying Vox access to what he wanted. Instead of being deterred the TV demon leaned to press his screen against the raised foot. 

 

“I do.” Vox breathed out and turned his head to gaze up at Alastor. “But when I look at you, sir, I can’t help myself.”

 

The heel twisted softly against the back of Vox’s hand. Applying just a bit of pressure, but being sure to spare any sensitive fingers. “What does it feel like? To look at me and be overcome by lust?”

 

Vox’s other hand came up to caress the laces of red boots. “Like a symphony that is played to perfection leaving you with goose bumps all over your skin. You sit there listening to it and you enjoy it so much that you want to play a part in it. You don’t have the sheet music but you imagine what the rest of the song would sound like and you’re confident you can play along and make the sound even grander.”

 

“And what if you playing along doesn’t make the symphony any better?” 

 

“Then at least I was allowed to play. Or even just being allowed to hear the rest of the song is enough. The privilege of being a spectator is just as good as being allowed to take part in the orchestra. I can always hum along in the audience.”

 

“Hmm.” Alastor uncrossed his legs. “I do find the music you make rather enjoyable on occasion.”

 

“I try my best, sir, to follow your sheet music. Even if it’s written in a different key than my own.” The other heel lifted freeing Vox, who wasted no time in running his hands over the satin of Alastor’s shoes. He really did seem to enjoy the texture of them. Alastor hiked one foot up, hooking the heel to the edge of the couch for easier access. Vox leaned down looking up at Alastor as he ran his tongue over the rounded toes of the heel, with a satisfied moan.

 

“There it is, that lovely music.” Alastor praised letting fingertips slide across the edge of Vox’s screen. Blue claws hooked under the hem of leather pant legs pushing them up as a long tongue continued its ascent. Vox leaned in closer guiding the leg to drape over his shoulder as claws dug into muscular thighs. 

 

“I could sing my praises for hours, sir.” The TV demon whispered hand tracing over Alastor’s crotch. Another moan that turned into a hum when Vox bit his lip with anticipation. “You always fuck me so good, it drives me crazy. Let me give back. Please?”

 

Alastor wasn’t hard yet, but the pleading tone got his interest along with the insistent rubbing. “You can try, though I may reject your offering.”

 

“Mhmm, no,” The words where lewd sounds rather than an attempt at forming a sentence. “I can be good. I can be so good for you, sir, I promise. Please let me try? I want to taste you, please?”

 

The begging wasn’t demanding, rather desperate and that thrilled Alastor. The surge of power that his indifference had over Vox. The TV demon’s eagerness to be used, to be useful. His supposed inability to think of any other way of pleasing Alastor than to offer himself sexually, like the little slut he loved to be. Alastor's slut. His to play with, his to order around, his to satisfy or deny, and Vox stayed willingly. Uncaring about Alastor’s lack of sexual attraction, but simply available to be used if the radio demon saw fit, or if he was simply bored. So desperate to be useful.

 

“Go ahead.” Alastor ordered, relaxing into his control as Vox unbuttoned his pants. Relishing in the wet messy sound of Vox’s tongue wetting his palm. Letting his body sink into the physical stimulation of a hand wrapping around him urging him to full hardness. Eager little panting noises and whines fell from Vox’s lips as his eyes watched Alastor. The eye contact was a bit much so the redhead closed his own, hand curling around the edge of Vox’s screen. It was always so hard for him to focus on enjoying oral when he was on the receiving end, but Vox was an expert at playing into what he enjoyed. Not necessarily on the technique but the sound. Vox tapped Alastor's erection against his eager tongue like a conductor preparing to guide an orchestra. He did not wait for a moan of approval from Alastor or rely on any reaction at all instead diving in to produce his own symphony. Eagerly taking Alastor into the void of his mouth with an obscene slurp. Sucking on him loudly as he bobbed his head. The radio demon opened his eyes to see Vox, to watch the effect that this was having on his sub.

 

“You’re doing so well, dear.” Alastor breathed out ears swiveling toward the music of Vox’s lust. Cyan eyes looked up at him half lidded with pleasure . Pleasure derived from the simple fact that Vox was being allowed to taste him, allowed t play along. Alastor tried not to worry about being disappointing. He did not exaggerate his melody for his partner’s sake like he’d done so many times before. Like he’d done with Mimzy. This was an honest song and Alastor tried to relax, focusing on Vox's eagerness to please and the power he held over him.

 

“You just can’t get enough can you? So eager to sing for me.” Vox opened his mouth to reveal sharp teeth, careful not to let them touch anything sensitive as a long tongue curled around the tip of Alastor’s cock. The TV demon moaned as his tongue twisted around more of Alastor’s flesh.

 

“Fuck…the sounds you make.” Alastor’s hand tightened, bringing Vox’s screen closer. More excited by the open mouthed moaning than the sight of a dexterous tongue engulfing his leaking erection.Vox’s screen descended again, the prickling static sensation of his mouth adding to Alastor’s pleasure. Fingers pinched at the bright red ball bobbing at the end of Vox’s antennas. 

 

“Mhm.” Vox moaned around him, eyes looking up at Alastor displaying cyan hearts. It was rather adorable how eager to please Vox was. So eager that he’d actually paid Alastor for the privilege of sucking him off. Ignoring his own need as he focused on getting Alastor to cum. Focusing on worshiping  Alastor who could care less about this particular type of offering. The sense of power sent a thrill straight down his spine, making it a bit easier to appreciate the sensations and endorphins running through his body.

 

“Such a good boy. Do you like being on your knees for me?” The TV demon nodded as he sucked noisily on the head. His hand circled around Alastor’s base, giving a few strokes. Alastor pushed his leg forward, nudging against the prominent bulge of Vox’s pants.

 

“Ah.” Vox broke his sucking with a loud smack, and moaned with gratitude as his hips twitching forward. Lightly hump against the toe of the offered shoe. Vox seemed to forget his task for a moment and Alastor let out a breathy laugh at how easily distracted his sub was.

 

“Having a hard time multitasking, dear? I always thought that was something you excelled at. I know you can run multiple tasks efficiently, darling.” Alastor cooed out softly.

 

“Sorry, sir. Feels good.” A blue tongue dragged slowly over a wet head savoring the flavor as if tasting the precum leaking from Alastor was the most delicious thing Vox had ever tasted. Perhaps it was since he engulfed Alastor’s dick meeting his fist at the base.

 

“So sweet for me.” Alastor’s finger toyed with a bobbing antenna and Vox squirmed shuffled forward to resettle himself on Alastor’s foot. “So diligent. Hard at work trying to get me to cum.”

 

A muffled whimper vibrated around Alastor and he noticed Vox’s other hand grabbed onto his calf pulling his leg closer. The TV demon’s hips snapped forward humping against Alastor desperately. Pleased whines were muffled and drool trailed down Alastor’s shaft as Vox started panting. The sound was like music to Alastor’s ears, which pinned themselves back in pleasure. He flicked at an antenna before moving back down to take hold of Vox’s screen. Red eyes closed in bliss, blind to the erotic sight of Vox on his knees humping against a leg like some desperate dog. But Alastor heard the sound of leather brushing against fabric with a soft squeak. He couldn’t see Vox looking up at him like he was a god, but he could hear his moans and wet pops of suckton. “Oh… at this rate you might just succeed.”

 

Vox picked up his pace. 

 

“Ah… fuck..” Vox pulled back, his hand pumping as he humped against Alastor’s leg. The radio demon opened his eyes again to come face to face with a brightly flushed screen. Vox held his mouth open as he continued to move his hand up and down, the hearts of his pupils grew larger as Alastor tensed up. 

 

“Ngn!” Alastor bit his lip so hard he could taste blood. The sight of Vox so enraptured and submissive before him pushed him over the edge. A focal point of pleasure burned in his abdomen as he came covering Vox’s screen with ropes of cum like something out of one of Valentino’s pornos. The sight was slightly off putting, disgust slowly crawling up Alastor’s throat as the high of his orgasm left him.  However the feeling of distaste was quickly erased when Alastor heard Vox’s response.

 

“F-fuuuuck” It was a deep satisfying moan and Vox shuddered from the degradation of being covered in spent. His hips pushed hard against Alastor’s leg and another shudder accompanied sparks of electricity.

 

“Look at you, pretty in white.” Alastor hummed and Vox’s eyes spinned with swirling hearts, his hips moving faster, desperately trying to find his own release.

 

“Did I do good?” He panted wrapped both his arms around Alastor’s leg and humping faster, cum dripping down his screen.

 

“You did very well. I enjoyed myself as evidenced by the mess on your face.” Alastor said calmly, trying to catch his breath. The leg hooked over Vox's shoulder gave a squeeze pulling the TV demon closer.

 

“Ah-and you’ll…s-spend the night?” Vox moaned. “Cause…I..uh..did gooood.”

 

“Yes, dear.” Alastor tilted Vox’s screen back and trailed a finger over the mess still clinging to the glass. Slowly he dragged the cum to the TV demon’s mouth who sucked his finger clean. “And I’ll feed you a proper breakfast. You deserve a bit of spoiling since you did so good. Making all those lovely sounds for me.”

 

Vox seemed lost in some hypnotic state as he moaned around Alastor’s finger hips stuttering. Red tipped fingers were pushed in and out of an eager mouth. An electric pop and buzz warned of a glitch. Alastor watched his finger float in Vox’s screen as black and white dots of static covered his face. The feeling of wetness against his leg only confirmed that Vox had reached a satisfactory end.

 

“I did good.” Was the first slurred sentence that Vox spoke when his face came back online, and Alastor couldn’t help but laugh at how drunk the TV demon seemed. “I pleased you, sir?”

 

“Of course, dear, but how about we get you cleaned up?” Vox seemed out of it, his eyes still spinning as he swayed on his knees. 

 

“I was good for you, sir.” Vox babbled as Alastor stood up. The radio demon patted the top of Vox’s screen which earned him a wide smile.

 

“Yes, you were a very good boy. Now up, we have to get you out of those clothes and ready for bed.”

 

“We’ll cuddle in bed, sir? Because I was good?”

 

“So good.” Alastor agreed, surprised at how dazed Vox seemed simply from a bit of leg humping. The TV demon seemed incapable of moving so Alastor helped him up. 

 

“You’ll keep me sir? Because I was good? You’ll stay.” Vox was wobbly on his feet. “We’re boyfriends?”

 

“Yes, dear, you’re my little slut. You did so well.” Alastor managed to get Vox into the ensuite and proceeded to clean him up and get him changed into a pair of pajamas. Vox was pliable just like when he played at being a doll. Relaxed and trusting in Alastor’s arms as he was plugged in and tucked into bed. The sudden urge to press a kiss to the darkening screen took Alastor by surprise and he allowed himself the indulgence. The glass was warm and familiar. That sense of pride in having satisfied his sub bloomed in Alastor’s chest again. He tried not to linger on the feeling for too long as he changed into his own nightshirt. Slipping into bed next to the TV demon Alastor pulled Vox close. A content sigh escaped Vox and a hand came up to wrap around his forearm. The radio demon rested his head on top of Vox’s chest listening to the mechanical beat of his heart. It kept time like a tapping foot to a love song and Alastor felt nauseous.

 

“You know this isn’t real. This can’t last. You paid for this, so you’re getting it.” But Alastor desperately wanted it to. He wanted to listen to this heart beat, he wanted to compose a song at its tempo. How pathetic was that? He wanted this heart to never stop. The thought was painful and Alastor closed his eyes with a wince, headache blooming as it always did when he thought too deeply about…about what? 

 

“This can never truly last, my dear.” Alastor sighed out again, holding on tight to Vox’s still body. Letting the rise and fall of his chest lift his head and lull him to sleep. The beat of Vox’s heart was an endless lullaby. “Eventually I will fail you.”

 

Control, and power. As long as he was in control then he did not have to worry about what others wanted. As long as he had power it didn’t matter if others were disappointed in him. Alastor wanted control and power. But his control was starting to slip with every beat of Vox’s heart. The power he held seemed less self-serving when his head was laying over something so fragile.

 

**

 

Vox woke up to the sound of his alarm and the smell of buttery baked goods. It enticed the TV demon out of his bed and he couldn’t even be disappointed that he woke up alone. The only evidence that Alastor had slept beside him was a turned up cover. Grabbing his dressing gown and sliding into his slippers he followed his olfactory sensors towards the kitchen. Soft jazz music was playing, and Alastor was slipping on a pair of oven mitts just as a timer beeped. It was so much like when they had played house, and Vox couldn’t help his heart from leaping. Seeing the radio demon in his kitchen pulling out a try of freshly baked biscuits just seemed right. Vox wanted this, every day for the rest of eternity, no matter how impossible.

 

“You really only ever cook from scratch, don’t you?”

 

“Can’t trust a tube to give me flakey biscuits!”  Alastor singsonged, as he set down the tray and stirred something in a small saucepan. “Now how do you take your eggs?”

 

“Overeasy, sir.” Vox shuffled closer, pressing his screen against Alastor's shoulder sleepily.

 

“Hard to flip eggs with your box head restricting my movement.” Alastor shrugged Vox off who whined in protest.

 

“But I paid for cuddles.”

 

“Indeed and you got it last night. I am no longer obligated to provide more.”

 

“But I don't remember that.”

 

“Hmm, well I can’t help that you feel asleep the moment I put you to bed.” Alastor grinned over his shoulder. “Tired yourself out humping against my leg like a dog, even begging to be called a good boy.”

 

Vox frowned, feeling a bit self conscious. It had been a long time since he’d fully fallen into subspace, always a bit too on edge to really allow himself to relax. With Valentino if he became a little too needy and pliant there was risk of real harm. With Alastor well…the last time he let himself fall into submissive ecstasy he’d confessed like an idiot and bleed out on a swamp floor. Vox studied Alastor, considering he was still here and seemed relatively at ease, begging to be called a good boy was probably the only embarrassing thing he had said. 

 

“No extra cuddles, but free degradation? What a deal. Guess I deserve it.” The TV demon muttered a hint of self loathing lacing his tone.

 

Vox turned towards the coffee machine but Alastor’s hand caught him. “Now what’s this? I’ll not have you pouting. I’m very used to you falling victim to lust, Vox, you don’t have to be embarrassed. I'm not Valentino. I don't enjoy exerting my power over you to your own detriment, and I definitely don’t find your kowtowing entertaining. My words are never meant cruelly.” Red eyes studies Vox’s face, wide smile belying nothing. “They are meant to excite you, to stimulate you, to garner a response. After all, it’s no fun having a good little slut all the time. I like a little bite.”

 

Somehow that made it worse. Having Alastor actually respect him despite his pathetic groveling, despite his desperation, made it worse. It highlighted the fact that they fit so well together. That there wasn’t any true malice between them, that it was all just a game. An endless looping exchange like a closed circuit formed just between the two of them. Vox knew Alastor cared for him in some capacity. It was obvious by the way the redhead abided his presence. By the way he cared for him. By how torn up Vox’s stupid love confession had made him. They both knew they were made for each other in this cruel blessing hell bestowed upon them. Audio and visual. The gentle tenderness of last month’s meeting whispered unspoken love, and reassurance. It’s why he could get lost in mindlessness when with his dom. Why he so desperately wanted to belong to Alastor even outside of their deal, even if the radio demon could never bring himself to speak his affection out loud.

 

Vox gave a weak smile. “It’s too early in the morning for me to be witty. You’ll have to feed me first.”

 

“Well breakfast is almost done.” Alastor declared turning back to the stove to slide the eggs out of the pan and onto a plate. Vox poured two cups of coffee, busying himself as Alastor finished up. He couldn’t help the contented sigh that left his lips as he watched Alastor split several biscuits open to arrange neatly on two plates. Smothering them in a thick white gravy that had large chunks of ground sausage. There wasn’t a gravy packet in sight, everything made from scratch, his dom must have gotten up early to prepare all this. Vox felt spoiled, and if he thought Alastor would appreciate it he’d fall to his knees and suck him off again as a thank you. 

 

“There is a small bowl of fruit in the fridge for you. Grab it along with the coffee and let’s eat.” Alastor instructed taking their plates to the table. Vox did as he was told and joined him in the dining room. Morning light spilled onto the table highlighting their seats and Vox couldn’t help but smile at the domestic scene. His chair was pulled out for him absentmindedly as Alastor set his plate on the blue placemats. Vox settled in at the head of the table and Alastor dusted off his chair before sitting, conjuring a newspaper from thin air.

 

Vox cut into his breakfast eyes closing in pleasure when the creamy buttery flavor combination of the gravy and biscuit hit his tongue. “Can cooking be added to the list of services you provide?”

 

Alastor folded his paper and set it aside glancing over it as he picked up his own fork and knife. “Sadly not. Far too tedious to provide both sex and a homemade meal. I’d be utterly exhausted.”

 

“But the boyfriend tier has both.”

 

“Breakfast isn’t as bothersome as other meals. Besides, I priced that tier accordingly.”

 

“Well worth the price, and I will definitely be booking again.” Vox pulled out his phone. “On that note, can I go ahead and schedule you for Wednesday evening?”

 

“So soon? You really have no quails spending thousands just to satisfy your desires, do you?”

 

“Definitely not. But for Wednesday I wanted to block off two hours for dinner, so six hundred really isn’t that much in comparison.”

 

“Just a basic escort? That’s all?” Alastor raised his eyebrow, his smile pressing into an upturned line of mistrust.

 

“Yeah for Wednesday, then there is our usual meeting on Friday, if I can go ahead and schedule that as well.” Vox freed a small pen from inside his phone. Out of habit he wet the electronic pen with his tongue as if it were real. A small spark popped from the stilus before he started writing in his calendar app, setting a reminder to go ahead and make reservations at the restaurant he wanted to go to. “Oh do you want me to show you how to use the calendar on your phone?”

 

“I’m sure I’ll remember our appointments without a device reminding me. Wednesday a basic escort at what time and location?”

 

“I'll give you a time once I have the reservations but it’ll be at Hell’s Kitchen. Fucking love their venision and I’m sure you will too.” Vox pulled up his bank app and transferred the six hundred into Alastor’s account. 

 

“So what do you have in mind for our Friday meeting then?”

 

“Boyfriend tier, no sex or add ons, since you refuse to add cooking to your service list. Maybe we can go dancing again. There was a dinner near the speakeasy you took me to.”

 

“No add ons? No sex? You’re joking right?”

 

“Nope, our two week meeting is a nonsexual encounter, per the amended deal.” Vox said all business as he calculated the booking fee minus the ten percent discount. There was a silence that filled the dining room that Vox seemed unaware of as he took another bite of his breakfast and transferred the second sum to Alastor’s bank.

 

**

 

The radio demon stared at Vox who seemed completely unbothered. Fully absorbed in his phone tapping away with the stylus and then slipping it back into his device before bringing another forkful of breakfast to his mouth. His phone buzzed and he scowled for a moment, before swiping at whatever notification he got dismissively. He continued to eat, finally noticing Alastor’s silence with a glance. “What?”

 

“I said you could book whatever you’d like as long as there was appall notice.”Alastor tilted his head the broken sounds of a tuning radio emanate from him as he tried to hold back his anger. He had no idea why he felt so angry. 

 

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean I should overstep your boundaries.” Vox set his phone down, claws drumming on the table, as he shot Alastor a pitying look. This only boiled the radio demon’s blood more. The shrieking sound of a wailing elk bleeding from him, as shadows shifted. Why was Vox refusing to take advantage? Why wasn’t he falling into the pattern Alastor had predicted of him. Why was being proven wrong so upsetting?

 

“Is it Valentino? Did you two make up? That imbecile shouldn‘t be given the privilege to touch you after he ripped your–”

 

“Fuck no!” Vox snapped out in anger, which only made Alastor wonder even more what was going on between the two business partners. Vox raised his hand as if stopping Alastor before he could even say anything. “That day we had lunch? I had a glass of whiskey in the evening, lit some candles and used that prostate messenger again. And you know that I rubbed one out while we were texting yesterday. I’m perfectly capable of taking care of myself, without Valentino’s fucking help.”

 

Alastor’s anger deflated, the sound of dead air stretching between his ears. He looked at Vox with a wide smile hiding his confusion and disbelief.

 

Vox raised an eyebrow. “So? Dinner on Wednesday and dancing on Friday? I’ve already transferred the money, and I’m scheduling well in advanced. Are you available, sir?”

 

“Yes…I suppose I could pencil you in.” Alastor composed himself picking up his newspaper and feigned disinterest as he continued to pick at his breakfast.

 

The rest of the meal was concluded in silence, with Vox dropping his dishes in the sink and heading towards his room to change, already absorbed in the phone as he grumbled about studio time, and availability. Alastor watched him discreetly, astonished at how anal the demon was when it came to his schedule. He’d never imagined a phone could do so much, basically holding an entire life in it. He wondered if Vox’s calendar always had their Tuesday meeting marked off. If there was a monthly reminder of their arrangement. If Alastor was a part of Vox’s life in this way. The redhead surprisingly liked the idea. Scheduled intercourse had always been something he preferred, so he could get mentally ready for the deed, put on a mask, and get started with his performance. It was something Mimzy had grown to hate, calling his desire for compromise cold hearted and dispassionate. She’d grown to resent him when not every date night led to sex. Had told him she didn’t feel special, that he didn’t make her feel special. Despite the gifts and the care he gave her. Despite him pushing himself out of his own comfort zone in an attempt to please her. It had never been enough, because he didn’t crave Mimzy in the way she wanted to be craved. He adored her, loved to see her dressed up, and would do anything for her, even if it meant playing the part of a rogue. Still it was all an act, and while his sexual desire for her was fake, his affection for her had always been real.

 

Alastor picked up his own plate having lost his appetite as his stomach did flips. He went about washing the dishes. Nothing romantic about that, it was a simple act that made Vox’s life easier, and Alastor didn’t understand why others didn’t see something like this as a sign of affection. Why they preferred grand poetry, and large bouquets of flowers. Alastor preferred steadfastness…and hadn’t Vox displayed that? Could Vox really be dependent upon to stay loyal even when Alastor had so little sexual gratification to offer? Would Vox enjoy a limited schedule of sex and romance? Finding satisfaction in the mundane time in between? The passionless hours spent dining together or indulging in one another’s interests. The nights where they only danced, or shared a meal, and did nothing else. When banter did not lead to sexual degradation, and the only panting breath between them was from dancing for too long.

 

“I’ll see you on Wednesday, sir?” Vox called from the living room and Alastor looked up from the soapy dishes, still partially lost in his thoughts.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Great!” Just as Vox turned to leave Alastor caught sight of him fasting the last button of his shirt. Vox was wearing his collar underneath. Unprompted Vox had slipped on his collar. It's not romantic. It’s not a ring that came with vows and promises of forever. It was a bdsm collar, with the word slut written on it. It was a sign of possession, a manifestation of their deal. A label of an agreed upon power dynamic. It wasn’t a status symbol to be flaunted. A large diamond to push into a jealous friend's face, and gloat about. It was a discreet devotion. A submission to something that need not be public or grand. But rather private and intimate. Not hidden in shame, but kept safe from judgmental eyes. It wasn’t romantic in the sense so many people saw romance. But in that moment, as Vox left for work, knowing that collar was around his delicate neck took Alastor’s breath away.

 

Chapter 22: Escort Part: 3

Everyone in hell respected Rosie. Be it out of fear or admiration Rosie was an overlord one did not take lightly. Alastor was firmly in the admiration camp as he did not fear his old friend, though her tongue could be sharp, and her advice blunt to the point of discomfort. Alastor was hesitant to admit that he needed his friend’s forwardness at this time. That is why he found himself tentatively sipping on a freshly poured cup of tea with a knowing smile beaming in his direction.

 

“Don’t look at me like that.” Alastor grumbled with an annoyed hum putting down his cup. He glanced at the finger sandwich on his plate and felt suddenly nauseous. Red tipped fingers picked up a napkin to dab at the corners of an uneasy smile before the cloth was dropped over the sandwich. Alastor didn’t want to look at it. Thoughts and burdensome emotions churned his stomach.

 

“Feeling a bit batty?” Rosie asked casually, having no issue taking a bite of her own snack.

 

“I can’t afford to lose my head. There is so much I have to do. The hotel, Charlie…” Alastor trailed off not wanting to dwell on the chains that bound him. Restraining him, forcing him to be small, limiting his power and control. Control he regained in Vox’s arms. He laughed at himself. At how fanciful it was to think of the other demon at a time like this. How love sick it was. A hand came up to cover a strained smile as once again nausea bloomed in the pit of Alastor’s stomach, but this time it was accompanied by a dizzying throb at his temple.

 

“All work and no play makes Alastor a dull boy.” Rosie said with a soft smile that held just enough pity to cause the radio demon discomfort.

 

“I have been playing plenty and really that’s the issue. He’s becoming a distraction.”

 

“What’s so wrong with a bit of distraction if you enjoy the company? Don’t you think it says something about him, about you that this is happening all over again? Why are you so hell bent on denying yourself something you both obviously enjoy?”

 

“Ha!” Alastor laughed, he laughed so he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fear that bloomed in his blackened heart. “Because he wants an image and idea of me that I know I will never live up to.”

 

Rosie reached out a hand and Alastor flinched at the soft brush of her fingers against his. “Oh, Alastor, he knows you. You know he knows you. He’s known you for decades just as I have. We know you and love you anyway. Why is that so hard for you to believe?”

 

Another laugh, another crack in the mask. “Because as your statement demonstrates, love blinds you and then everyone looks a fool.”

 

“And what’s so wrong with playing the fool every once in a while?” Alastor didn’t respond, he had nothing to say. Rosie tilted her head. “You don’t have to be perfect.”

 

“Well that’s marvelous!” Alastor guffawed, the sound having a note of desperation to it. “ I wish I had known that before attempting to cater to the whims of past lovers. I should tell Mimzy, perhaps she hadn’t realized I needn’t be perfect. Oh! Maybe she will even apologize for her infidelity! Wouldn’t that be grand? If only she had known I needn’t be perfect then she wouldn’t have gone out ‘n fucked some fella behind my back. Maybe she’da thought better of it!”

 

Alastor’s control was slipping along with his perfectly posh mid Atlantic accent. He was losing himself in the feeling of fear and resentment. Uncovering the dirt that had buried the poor little creole boy who’d known what love was. Who’d known what it was like to be held by his mama and kissed into giggling fits. The boy whose smile was genuine, not a strained mask to hide anger in the face of discrimination and disrespect. The boy who lived a simple life and pretended to make love potions alongside his mama. Back before his heart had shriveled up, and the only red he saw was that of blood splatter on the wall rather than hearts crudely painted by childish hands. 

 

Rosie’s eyes were a deep well of sympathy and for a moment Alastor remembered that his mother’s eyes were such a dark brown that they almost looked black. “Why hold Vox to Mimzy’s standard?”

 

“Cause she wasn't the first and she ain’t the last.” Alastor had learned his lesson. He was not made to love, not in the way his mother had loved him, and not in the way Mimzy had wanted from him. His love was cold, and indifferent, or so he told himself. He refused to acknowledge the little boy who still sat in his heart smiling hopefully. “The difference is, that this time around, I know better! And so does Vox!” 

 

Alastor’s hands shot up to clutch at his head. “These damned headaches!”

 

Rosie gently stroked at strands of hair with a motherly care that relaxed Alastor for just a moment. “Sure you know better darling, that’s why this time around you should give it a try. Give Vox a chance to prove that he knows you.” Rosie’s hand trailed to the side of his face, thumb tracing the edge of his smile. “Not an image or a fantasy, but you.”

 

Alastor pulled away scooting his chair back, distancing himself from the comfort Rosie provided. Distancing himself from the vague memories of his mother. His head hurt and the image of his mother in her coffin flashed in his mind's eye, quickly replaced by bloody hands buttoning up Vox’s shirt, and a great feeling of loss settled in his stomach. The hunting prompt had taken something from him, but he couldn’t remember. 

 

 “All I said was green.”

 

Alastor stumbled away from his seat and Rosie caught him. “Are you ok?”

 

Alastor’s chuckle was a vulnerable shaky sound. “I should really be heading back to my duties at the hotel. Thank you my dear, for the chat.”

 

Rosie didn’t stop him as he scurried towards the front door, walking into midday surrounded by smiling faces. Everywhere he turned he saw bone pale hands clasped together. Pairs walking arm in arm, hats tilted close as their owners whispered and giggled. It made him sick and his lip twitched with disgust. Hell was taunting him with headaches and images of things he didn’t understand. Worst of all he wanted to retreat. Retreat to Vtower in the hopes of finding Vox there with his collar on ready to bow and submit, just so Alastor could feel like he had a hold of his life again. So he didn’t have to wonder, so he could get lost in the game, and not think about how he’d fallen short in the past. Or perhaps Vox could be waiting for him at the hotel, in his room, on his bed eager to receive something so many people told Alastor he had failed to give.

 

Love.

 

There was a startling buzz in Alastor's pocket and he reached in, fingers brushed against the pocket watch he always kept at his hip to grab hold of his cellphone. The device was so easy to forget about. Red eyes looked at the screen which lit up with a new text message.Of course it was from Vox confirming the reservation time for Wednesday. Attached was a little image of a calendar and when Alastor tapped on it. His screen changed to display Vox’s whole life in well organized time slots. Another sickening flop of his stomach hit Alastor along with the realization that Vox was offering him control. Not in the shape of dictating what Vox would do and when, but in the form of knowledge. Full transparency of what his sub was doing at all hours of his day. Their Wednesday meeting was simply listed as: Dinner @ Hell’s kitchen . Their Friday meeting was labeled: Boyfriend date. The calendar was filled with filming schedules, meetups with other overlords, contractors, and Vee team meetings, all color coordinated with blocks of time sectioned off. Vox had almost every hour of his life accounted for including his meal plans. Not just dinners out but what he would be cooking for evenings at home, and meal preps for lunches throughout the week. There was a reminder for him to submit his biweekly grocery order. Another note to remind him to tell his assistant to pick up his dry cleaning, and when it was time for his housekeeper to come in there was a reminder for him to unlock his apartment door for her. Vox had notes and alerts to make him aware of everything happening in his life. To call this calendar organized was an understatement. No wonder Vox craved a space where he could just be mindless.

 

Down in the corner on the last Tuesday of the month there was listed a repeating event: Roleplay, with sir.

 

Alastor’s lips twitched and he desperately tried to ignore the warm feeling in his stomach as he read over all of the events marked in red that involved him. Just as Alastor was about to exit the calendar a pop up message appeared on his screen:

 

Invitation by Vox to edit his calendar. 

 

Alastor had wanted to retreat, he’d wanted to fall into the arms of his sub and find the confidence Vox so often promised him. Alastor wanted control, he had always craved it. Control of his image, control of his reputation and control of life. Vox wanted to be controlled, becoming what others wanted him to be to gain their trust, controlled by advancing technology, controlled by a calendar he kept on his phone. Alastor had wanted to get lost in the game, in their performance which seemed to leak off stage and into reality. Their deal was becoming a dynamic, a dance they willingly stepped into. Take control, and give up power. Lead the dance and fall in line. Alastor wanted to step on stage,to be there to guide and pull the strings of his little puppet who eagerly handed him the reins. There was a pain at his temple as he thought about this desire to dance. He struggled to admit to himself that it came from a place of care rather than egotism. This wasn’t a game anymore, this had become more than just a distraction, or a desire to be entertained. 

 

Vox wanted to be taken care of, he wanted to relax, and to give up control. To trust someone with his body, his mind, his life. Alastor wanted to control. To make Vox’s life easier, and simpler, while still keeping the structure his sub seemed to so desperately crave. It wasn't romantic, was it? To simply desire to care for someone, to be there for them. It wasn’t the burning passion that desiring someone sexually had. It wasn’t whispers of undying love, or lies of forever. It was simply an acknowledgment of wanting someone to be happy, to be at ease, to make them feel safe just like Alastor had felt in his mother’s arms.

 

“Is that enough?” Alastor wondered out loud thinking back to all the words Vox had spoken. All the attempts at understanding, all the enthusiasm given in response to receiving so little.

 

“I’m serious Al, I want to wear this collar. I want to belong to you, every single day of every single month.”

 

If it was enough, then where did that leave Alastor? On the receiving end? It was a place he did not want to be. He could care for, he could satisfy, but he could never receive without fear. Fear of being pushed, fear of being pressured, fear of vulnerability. The last time he’d let himself receive had been with Mimzy, and all her action came with expectations. If she dressed how Alastor had wanted, then perhaps the redhead would fuck her. If she’d danced with him, perhaps they’d shimmy off to the bedroom. If she flattered him, then maybe she could fan the flames of passion. Alastor no longer believed in love, because the love he had to give had never been enough for anyone. It had never made anyone feel wanted, or cherished or cared for. It had never been worth enough for anyone to stick around and love him in return. 

 

 “I could help you relax, sir. Take care of you, like you do for me.”

 

It was hard for the radio demon to believe he even wanted to be loved in return. He’d never really been cared for in the way he felt comfortable with. Always being told that he should desire more, that it was only natural to want, to lust, to lose yourself in passion. Alastor had never lusted after anyone in his life. He’d never lost his head when he set eyes upon another. It disappointed others that Alastor was so unaffected. Being called a heartless monster until that is what he became gladly. Ignoring the fact that just because he felt no lust towards anyone didn’t mean he didn't long for them in some way. Hiding any desire for human connection under countless dead bodies.

 

 If he did believe, for just a moment, that he could be loved and he decided to trust Vox, what would that look like? What would that feel like? Would it look like the future he could not imagine without his rival and friend? Would it feel like the nausea that turned his stomach every time he thought of himself and Vox? Was this that illusive feeling of butterflies in one’s stomach so many love struck idiots spoke about? It seemed impractical and frivolous, yet he could not stop the unease in his stomach. Fueled by fear and uncertainty, the urge to abandon everything again wared with his desire to try. To give Vox a chance, to see where it would lead. A little bit of entertainment never hurt, but this desire did not stem from boredom or curiosity. No, it stemmed from something Alastor was afraid to face…hope.

 

The radio demon looked at his phone which had gone dark. He tapped his finger on the screen to reawaken it and see the calendar displayed. A red finger tapped to expand Wednesday scrolling past the dinner time slot to add another itinerary item. Alastor couldn't quite figure out how to color code the items but it would be too embarrassing to ask Charlie for help, so he simply types in what he wanted his sub to do after their dinner date:

 

Self pleasure.

 

**

 

Vox let out a sigh of pleasure as he turned on the thrusting vibrator he’d chosen for the night. Claws trailed down dark blue skin as Vox’s back arched off the bed lost in the feeling and a collage of fantasies. Imagining Alastor touching him, kissing him, whispering cruel words that excited him.

 

“Fuck…” He blindly reached for his phone lost to the sea of blankets his writhing body had stirred up. Alastor was probably seated comfortably in his room, reading a book unphased by the idea of Vox pleasuring himself. It was thrilling, the idea that Alastor would tell him to do this, that perhaps the radio demon was coming around to the idea of being with him. Of figuring out how they best fit together, how they could accommodate one another. The buzz of his phone alerted Vox to its location, fingers reached into the folds of soft linen, breath panting. A whimper left Vox’s lips as he brought his phone to his face hoping the message that had just come in was from his dom checking on him. They’d had such a lovely dinner, filled with easy smiles and soft teasing that reminded the TV demon of old times. Time spent together, plotting or drinking. The days before all the mistakes Vox had made, when the only secret he’d kept was the admiration he held for his old pal.

 

The media overlords shuddered as he registered the text on his phone. He sat up stomach twisting not from pleasure but dread. He turned off the vibrator, just as another message came in alerting him of a missed call and voicemail. Within seconds his phone started vibrating with another incoming call. He debated answering it, heart racing with panic and uncertainty. With a sigh of resignation he plastered a smile on his face and answered the unwanted call.

 

“Val, what can I do for you?” There was a charm to his voice that hid his annoyance, as he shuffled removing the toy from his ass. If only it would be as simple to remove Valentino from his life.

 

“Oh baby, I think the better question is what can I do for you.” Val’s voice was a sultry purr, as if nothing had happened between the two. As if everything was the same. It was always like this though wasn’t it? They’d fuck, they’d fight, they’d address nothing, and repeat the cycle. Vox was sick of it. Tired of being used, tired of using Val like a drug to distract from is pain. Angry that the moth felt like he was owed something simply because he’d fucked Vox though his depression seven years ago.

 

“I’m busy right now Val.” Vox said.

 

“I know, amorcito, busy stroking yourself. I’m just here to offer a helping hand. If you needed some relief you should have just said so Voxxy”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Vox laid on pure innocence like he was acting to win an emmy. He really didn’t want to deal with Val’s advances not after what he had done last time.

 

“I saw your calendar note, baby. I know what you’re doing, don’t act coy. I just want to join in on the fun.” Vox yanked the phone away from the side of his screen and pulled up his calendar app. 

 

“Shit.” His current activity was available to anyone who had access to his calendar to see. Vox would have to show Alastor how to add non-public events. The TV demon wasn’t angry at his dom, he wouldn’t have even been embarrassed, perhaps under different circumstances this little bit of humiliation would even be thrilling. Having the world know that he was Alastor’s obedient little slut sounded like fun, but having an entitled Valentino on the line took all the fun out of this little mishap.

 

“Don’t be embarrassed baby. Guess it was just a little slip up. I know you get so frazzled and have a hard time keeping track of everything when you arent fucked regularly. You should have just come to daddy and asked for a bit of relief. I’d gladly given it to you, mi amor.”

 

“I didn’t want your help.” Vox ground out his temper getting the better of him. The fact that Val could so casually offer sex as if Vox hadn’t been pointedly ignoring him all month was baffling. It was angering that the moth thought Vox would come crawling back after a half assed apology and a little bit of time. It shouldn’t be surprising though. Why would Val think any different when the TV demon had always come back, despite broken screens and bruised egos. So desperate for attention, affection, and to feel desired that he would overlook all the pain. He flexed his fingers to remind himself of the hurt. Pain he did not ask for, pain he didn’t consent to, degradation that hit too close to insecurities he’d rather not think about. The TV demon focused on his anger so he wouldn’t feel the self loathing, and the doubt, or hear the voice in his head telling him that all he deserved was Valentino. That there was no hope for a happily ever after with Alastor. After all he was a lair, a slut, an object to be used, not cherished.

 

There were low angry squeaks that echoed through the phone as Val tried to hold on to his composure. “Why are you being so difficult Vox?” The statement obviously came out from between clenched teeth, which were only released when Val let out a pitying sigh. “You know a dumb slut like you starts to fuck up if you don’t have a dick in you regularly. It’s just maintenance amorcito, and you shouldn’t have to perform it alone. I’m a professional, baby.”

 

“Well, I don’t need your professional help. It’s gotten sloppy.” Vox said bitterly. Val was more than sloppy; he'd become cruel and entitled and Vox refused to brush their last encounter under the rug, not this time. This time he wasn’t desperate. 

 

“I'm not Valentino. I don't enjoy exerting my power over you to your own detriment, and I definitely don’t find your kowtowing entertaining. My words are never meant cruelly. They are meant to excite you, to stimulate you, to garner a response. After all, it’s no fun having a good little slut all the time. I like a little bite.”

 

Vox wanted to be the man Alastor admired, not the broken toy Val played with whenever he felt like it. No longer an object to be used for sexual gratification or work tasks that were too tedious to bother with. Vox was tired of being used and told to be grateful for it. He wanted to be the shrewd businessman that clawed his way to the top. The suave man with the silver tongue, spinning lies and making deals. The media overlord that sold dreams, fantasies and information. Valentino was nothing without him without the platform he provided. Without the servers he maintained for his porn sites, without the studios he set up. 

 

Vox held on to his anger and confidence as Val screamed at him. “Listen here bitch, I’m not sloppy. I know your ugly ass is used to getting sloppy seconds but I guarantee you Voxxy I am the best you’ll ever get. There may be freaks down here in hell but even they have standards. No one wants to fuck a pathetic little slut like you!”

 

“Fuck you Val!” Before Vox could continue his insult the moth continued his yelling undeterred.

 

“The only way anyone would fuck you is if you paid them, and eventually we’d go bankrupt. No one would touch you for less then a fucking thousand! Not to mention your image, baby.” Valentino’s tone shifted at the end low and threatening with a cruel chuckle tacked on the end.

 

“What the fuck do you care about reputation you fucking—“

 

Val interrupted. “Oh, I don’t have anything to be embarrassed about, amorcito. I fuck and get shit done. Bitches moan for me. Whatever sick shit I’m into doesn’t matter because I’m not trying to pretend I’m something I’m not. What would the other overlords think if they knew big bad Vox loves to choke on cock and be slapped around? Mhmm? Do you think they would respect a submissive slut like you?”

 

“That—“

 

“You start paying people to fuck you, Voxxy, and someone is bound to talk. You start looking to get that itch scratched outside of me and all of hell will know you’re just a pathetic little bitch they can shut you up with a good fucking and light spanking.” Val laughed. “Or maybe you’d like that, baby? Get spit roasted next overlord meeting by that smiley faced freak and Rosie in a strap. As if they would even touch your ugly ass! We sure as hell know Alastor wouldn’t since you came crying to me about it.”

 

Blue tipped claws dug into the flesh of Vox’s palm. Anger sparked over his skin as his mind raced with the words Val was telling him. Shame mixed with outrage and electricity popped between his antenna.

 

Val let out another sigh. “I’ve always taken care of you, amorcito. Made sure you were satisfied so you wouldn’t have to embarrass yourself. No one cares about you like I do. No one loves you, Voxxy. So stop being a brat and listen to Papi.”

 

“Fuck you.” Vox said coolly before hanging up. He was shaking with rage letting out a scream as he grabbed the edge of his screen kicking the sheets. Val’s comments hit too close to home. The fact that he was currently paying Alastor for sex wasn’t helping. Doubt creeped into his mind. Fear of losing his reputation, of losing his empire and the respect he worked so hard to gain in hell. 

 

“After all, it’s no fun having a good little slut all the time. I like a little bite.”

 

Alastor’s respect.

 

Would the radio demon eventually get fed up with his neediness? Was that why it was so hard for Alastor to admit he cared for Vox? Why the thought of loving him had made him so upset? Because in the end Vox was nothing but a desperate whore that took up too much of Alastor’s time? Was Vox throwing everything away for false hope? Would this all end like it did seven years ago once Alastor got bored?

 

Another buzz of his phone had Vox glaring at the device. He picked it up expecting an insulting text from Valentino, but instead it was a simple message from Alastor.

 

Be sure to take a shower and clean yourself after you are done, dear. You get so lazy after you’ve been satisfied.

 

Vox laughed, hand running over the letters on the phone screen. There was an odd mix of hope and regret blooming in his chest as he reread the text from his dom. The image he had earlier of Alastor sitting in his room unphased by the idea that Vox was masturbating was erased. The radio demon cared, perhaps not in a way Vox understood, but he wasn’t unphased. Just because Alastor didn’t always want to play an instrument in their symphony of love and pleasure didn’t mean he didn’t enjoy conducting it. Taking control. 

 

Yes, sir

 

Vox dropped his phone onto the bed after he sent the text. He let his mind wander to last month’s session. The gentle touches, the soft kisses Alastor peppered him with. The slow rhythmic thrust, pushing into him firmly as if to convey a message that the radio demon couldn’t speak out loud. The praise that easily fell from kiss swollen lips.

 

A shuddering breath and a roaming hand traced over dark skin. Vox spread his legs taking hold of himself as he held on to the sweet images. He could see Alastor’s red eyes watching him, remembered the soft command for him to hold his breath, the overwhelming feeling of red tipped finger wrapping around him.

 

“He loves me…” Vox sighed out the reassurance, body tensing as more memories of their lovemaking floated through his mind’s eye. He moaned at a spike of pleasure, falling slowly over the edge of his orgasm.

 

Cyan eyes looked at the ceiling chest heaving. “…he just doesn’t remember.”

**

 

Alastor materialized in front of the dinner. It was lit up brightly and Vox was already seated at the lunch bar hunched over his phone. Most likely awaiting another text from Alastor, since his ‘boyfriend’ had spoken to him all day. The radio demon took a moment to admire the TV unawares. Vox was wearing a light blue button up shirt that exposed some of his chest and displayed his collar nicely. The material was slightly sheer with sparkling tassels woven into it, staggered on top of each other in a way that reminded Alastor of a flapper’s dress. His slacks were a dark blue that tapered at the end, cuffs hugging boots adorned with geometric triangles and diamonds covered in glitter. Alastor wanted badly to dance with the man. To see the movement of his shirt and the sparkle of light against his shoes. Vox would look as pretty as any flapper on the dance floor.

 

When the radio demon entered the diner a bell chined above the door and Vox looked up with a smile as shining as his outfit. “Well aren’t you just the cat’s meow. Didn’t know a fella could have a style like that.”

 

Vox slipped his phone into a sequence clutch that laid on the counter, turning more fully towards Alastor. “I can’t take all the credit. You have Velvette to thank for this little number.” 

 

“I’ll be sure to give my regards next time I see her.”  Alastor took a seat on the stool next to Vox. Cyan eyes scanned appreciatively over the radio demon’s form and Alastor found he didn’t mind the lustful gaze. After all this was a nonsexual encounter. Vox had proven himself trustworthy, and Alastor found comfort in the knowledge that the TV demon would keep his hands to himself. Look but not touch, and Vox was certainly getting an eye full. Alastor was clad in a well tailored black vest that hugged his waist just right. Red branches with delicate flowers were lovingly embroidered onto the lapels and hem of his vest. They stretched up a straight line framing the buttons, leading to the blood red shirt he wore underneath. Gold collar pins depicting the antlered image of two stag skulls, connected to one another by a delicate chain that hung over a red tie. Alastor’s pants accentuated his waist just as much as the vest, hugging at all the right spots. A sharp toothed smile widened when Alastor noticed Vox’s eyes linger on the shoes he was wearing. They were black ankle boots lifted at the heel, but instead of the usual stiletto coming down to balance the shoe, the back was shaped into an open mouth with golden fangs.

 

“You sure do razz my berries, sir.” The love struck expression on Vox’s face along with the strange compliment elicited a laugh from Alastor. The media overlord didn’t seem bothered, still smiling at the red head as he composed himself from his bought of laughter and the warm feeling in his stomach. It was at that time the soda jerk approached them with some menus.

 

“Can I get you anything?” 

 

Alastor picked up the menu hoping a bit of food would help settle his stomach. 

 

“I think we’ll need just a minute.” Alastor said with an tilted head and eerie smile. THe tentacled soda jerk slinked away. Vox was unphased, absorbed by the menu, a genuine smile spread across the TV's face and Alastor couldn’t help but admire how it lit up his screen.

 

“They have vanilla cream floats, haven’t had that for decades.”

 

“You seem in your element, perhaps you could recommend something to me?” Alastor leaned in closer and Vox glanced over at his menu a blue claw pointing at a drink option.

 

“Raspberry frost soda, it’s tart and not too sweet.” He said confidently, cyan eyes looking up, cock grin displayed pridefully on his screen. Vox did know him.

 

“Hmm, I suppose it’s worth a try.” Alastor resigned trying to think about how comfortable he felt. A feeling of ease that felt familiar but new.

 

“Doesn’t look like the menu is cannibal friendly but it’s definitely meat heavy so you should find something you'd like, sir.”

 

“What are you going to get?”

 

“Burger and fries, feeling nostalgic.” Vox rested his head on his fist with a soft smile. When the soda jerk came back around Alastor placed the order for both of them, decided on chili as a safe bet for himself. THeir order was prepared quickly and Vox watched ht many arms of the tentacles sinner flip and prepare their food. Alastor just found himself watching Vox, only averting his eyes once plates and glasses were set in front of them. Alasto took a sip of the drink Vox had recommended and found that it was delightfully sour, with just a hint of sweetness. The TV demon wasted no time taking a bite of his double stakes burger, closing his eyes to savor the greasy flavor. Alastor’s ears twitched towards the satisfied moan.

 

“You know I've gotten so used to the finer things in life I forgot how good a simple burger can be.” Red eyes watched Vox take another bite, taking in the sight of enjoyment clearly displayed on the TV screen. Alastor had always found Vox’s range of emotions entertaining. He enjoyed watching his sub find pleasure, or even on occasion get railed up and angry. It was fun, it was exciting. It was something the radio demon enjoyed. Alastor glanced away feeling uncomfortable, denying himself yet again of simple pleasures.

 

“You were always a bit greedy, wanting more, moving ahead and not looking back. Embracing the new, and leaving the old behind.” Alastor mused some old bitterness clinging to his words.

 

Vox raised an eyebrow at the redhead, swirling a fry in a pile of ketchup. “News’s not always bad, Al, sometimes it’s good when things change. You can always revisit the old but the world spins on. You can’t convince me you don’t like change, that it’s not entertaining to see things shift, and the chaos that brings.”

 

“Well obviously I enjoy change, and even the abolition of certain pretentious ideas, but I do wish some things didn’t change.” Alastor took a bite of his own food.

 

“Change doesn’t mean new, sir. Even if things change, in a way they are still the same.”

 

“Hmm.” Red eyes looked into the bowl of chili as if it could explain the conflicting feelings that wared in Alastor’s chest. Vox picked up a couple more fries, taking a bite before filling the silence with more words.

 

“Like dancing, the music may change, the style of your footwork too, but you’re still dancing.”

 

“You are simply trying to justify all the poor decisions you’ve made in your attempts to keep up with the times, my old friend.” Alastor teased knocking on the side of Vox’s flat head. A cranky hand waved Alator’s knuckles away.

 

“Or maybe you are just trying to find an excuse to be a stubborn prick.”

 

“Oh? You’ve never complained about my hardhead -edness before, dear.”

 

“Oh my god did you just make a sexual joke?” Vox laughed and the those conflicting feelings in Alastor’s chest disappeared for a moment. The media overlord leaned in closer fingertips brushing against Alastor’s own. “Careful sir, or you might have a problem on your hands, if you start talking like that.”

 

Alastor reached out to trace the letters on Vox’s collar. “I expect nothing less, after all the last time we went dancing you got a bit too excited.” Vox bit his bottom lip and Alastor’s thumb traced the edge of his screen. “But you know how to take care of that on your own don’t you, dear.”

 

“Yes sir.”

Chapter 23: Escort Part: 4

Everyone believed hedonism meant indulgence in vices, such as drugs and sex. This wasn’t true, the philosophy of hedonism simply states that all and only pleasure is intrinsically valuable. All being the operative word. In this way, Alastor found himself taking part in a night of hedonistic pleasure. He allowed himself to indulge in the sight of Vox’s smile, the sound of his laughter and the movement of his shirt as they danced. The radio demon’s mind was not clouded with apprehension as he pulled his partner close. No fears of being pressured into sex simply because he was enjoying himself. Alastor for the first time was allowed to seek pleasure on his own terms, and for tonight that meant dancing. It meant clasped hands and heaving chests. It meant twirling his partner just to see the tassels of his shirt splay out.

 

That was enough for him.

 

“If you’re gonna keep making me work like this I’m gonna need a drink.” Vox panted out when the music stopped. The band seemed to be preparing for a break anyway, so Alastor pulled Vox to one of the sofas near the entrance. The TV demon plopped down gratefully, feet propped up on the furniture.

 

“What’s your poison then, dear?”

 

Vox tiredly reached into his bag pulling out his wallet. “Bourbon on the rocks. I want the top shelf shit, and they can leave the tab open.” 

 

Alastor took the offered credit card and made his way towards the bar. He returned with two drinks in hand, giving Vox his requested order. Ears swiveled in anticipation as the TV demon took a sip and let out a relieved sigh.

 

“Let me guess, rye?” Vox gestures towards Alastor’s drink before taking another sip of his own.

 

“Of course, what else?” Alastor smiled at Vox, taking a demure sip before sliding Vox’s legs off the couch so he could take a seat beside him. He crossed his legs taking another swig before setting his drink on the low wood coffee table. The speakeasy only had two other patrons in it. The same two flapper clad sinners that had been there last time. They sat at a table, feathered headbands tilted towards one another, fingers interlaced. The sight reminded Alastor of his youth. Days spent in seedy bars and jazz clubs where no one judged you based on the company you kept or the color of your skin. No need to propriety, since laws were already being broken as booze flowed into glasses. No need to keep to societal standards when you were already dancing like the devil, hiking up skirts and leaving no room for the holy spirit between bodies. Alastor’s young adulthood wasn't perfect but it was nostalgic. In a way what Vox had said was true, things changed but they were also the same. People always had and always would couple up in unconventional ways. Indulge in another’s body or heart even if it was seen as against their nature. Perhaps that’s why Alastor had enjoyed attending the secretive drag balls and petting parties of New Orleans. It was full of people going against nature and he felt less alone in his lack of passion. Just another fella who was a bit odd even if it was in a different way.

 

The radio demon was stirred out of his reminiscing when Vox scooted a bit closer, setting his drink down next to Alastor’s. 

 

“I got you something, sir.” Vox said with excitement. Exhausted fingers fumbled Vox’s clutch bag knocking it off the couch and causing the contents to spill. “Shit.” Alastor watched in amusement as Vox gathered his cellphone, and charger, leaving out a red wrapped box, which he handed over to Alastor with a smile. 

 

“Well, I wasn’t expecting a gift. But then you do so enjoy spending money on me.” The redhead teased, turning the box over curiously as Vox nearly vibrated off his seat. With a humm Alastor dragged his nail slowly over the edge, tearing into the paper at a snail's pace just to aggravate the other demon a little more.

 

“Open it already!”

 

“Oh Look at that.” Alastor mishandled the gift. “I can’t seem to get a grip of the paper. You wrapped it so well, maybe use less tape next time.”

 

“Fuck you.” Vox deadpanned, obviously not falling for Alastor’s ruse. Eventually after a bit more teasing Alastor unwrapped the present and opened the lid. Confused radio noise fizzled softly from him before he pulled out the folded bit of leather.

 

“Hah!” Alastor couldn’t help but laugh when he realized Vox had gotten him a red leather tie. “Trying to collar me in return, dear?”

 

Vox gasped in exaggerated surprise, his eyes growing larger in mock innocence. “I would never, sir!” Vox leaned in closer as Alastor inspected the tie. It was rigid but the leather was soft and supple. The wide tie was attached to the knot around the collar by swiveling connectors. Vox grabbed the end of the tie fingers running over it suggestively as he looked coyly at Alastor. “But if you think I stepped out of line with this gift. You’re welcome to test it out on me to teach me a lesson.”

 

“Oh? And how would I do that?”

 

Vox gently took the tie from Alastor and without breaking eye contact, spun it and smacked it against the coffee table making their drinks rattle. “It doubles as a spanking belt.”

 

“Hmm.” Alastor took the tie back. “Always so eager for punishment.”

 

“But, sir, you always tell me you like a little bite.”

 

Alastor hooked a finger under Vox’s screen bringing their faces dangerously close together. His smile widened as he noticed the sound of Vox’s fan kicking on. The thrill of having such an effect on the demon and the power of being able to deny him was thrilling. Alastor let his hand drop listening to the buzz of Vox’s excitement. They did not kiss, they just hovered close. “True, I do enjoy your cheek .”

 

“I don’t know if I can survive your double entendres all night.” Vox squirmed a little, brushing their thighs together.

 

“Patience, my dear. That seems to be a lesson I will be teaching you for all eternity.” Alastor’s voice was low and he allowed a bit of distortion to mix into it. It had a visible effect on his sub

 

“I wouldn’t mind that.” Vox raised his hand catching Alastor’s attention. It hovered over the redhead’s thigh. “May I?”

 

“You may, but don’t get ahead of yourself.” Alastor pulled his face back a little, hand bending the tie into a loop as he dragged it threateningly over the edge of Vox’s screen. “I’m not in a generous mood.”

 

“Fuck.” Vox sighed out as his hand rested on Alastor’s thigh giving an eager squeeze. Cyan eyes glance down at Alastor’s heels. “When I get home I’m gonna fuck myself for hours.”

 

The leather tie tapped lightly at Vox’s screen and Alastor let out a whimsical humm. “I don’t remember saying you’re allowed to play with yourself tonight, sweetheart.”

 

“Fuck, please?” Eyes ran up Alastor’s form. “Fucking look at you. I’m going to be thinking about those shoes for the rest of the night. Will you wear them again on Tuesday? Along with the tie? Please?”

 

“Please?” Alastor leaned back, bouncing his leg teasingly as Vox’s hand trailed down his thigh.

 

“Please, sir.”

 

A red tipped claw came up to Alastor’s lip thoughtfully. “I believe I could manage that.” His smile grew wide as he looked at Vox. “If you can be patient and refrain from touching yourself. If you want to cum, you’ll have to book me.”

 

“You’ll wring me dry.” Vox’s hand trailed back up, settling on Alastor’s hip. 

 

“In every sense of the word, and you’ll love it.” Alastor laughed. Just as Vox leaned in for a kiss the redhead turned away reaching for his drink and taking a sip. The dismissive nonchalance only seemed to excite Vox more, hand tightening on Alastor’s hips. The band started playing again, and the radio demon let out another humm. “If you’d like a kiss you’ll have to dance with me.”

 

“Is this the thing you can’t get enough of? Dancing?” Vox laughed as Alastor set down his drink and pulled him to the dance floor.

 

“We all have our vices, mine simply aren’t of a sexual nature.” Alastor’s hand rested on a slim waist and Vox’s hand perched itself on his shoulder. The way cyan eyes looked at him made Alastor a bit uncomfortable. Uncomfortable with what he was feeling. Uncomfortable with the rapid beat of his heart, excited for another dance. 

 

“May not be sexual, but it's still physical.” Vox teased Alastor as he led the dance.

 

“This is as physical as it will get tonight, my dear.”  It took a lot for the radio demon to declare this. To set the boundary that all they would do is dance. Even though Vox had assured him that this would be a nonsexual encounter, even though the escort booking had no sexual requests, it still felt brave to say it out loud. To reiterate that this is all Alastor wanted. The ability to indulge without the fear of the evening ending with him being pressured into something he didn't desire, or disappointing a lover. This was for him. This was Alastor letting Vox take care of his needs. His desire to be close, to sway and enjoy someone's company without it leading to more.

 

“I’m not complaining.” Vox chuckled and the sound made Alastor’s ears flick. It was charming, light and genuine, as if Vox was truly unperturbed by a night of just dancing. “I’m just happy to see you allowing yourself a piece of cake.”

 

“A piece of cake? I didn’t realize we were eating cake.”

 

Vox shrugged. “Maybe not in the way most people expect. But, I’m pretty sure we are, and I’m glad you’re not second guessing allowing yourself a bit of pleasure.”

 

“Even if it is at the expense of your own?” Alastor pulled his partner close as if testing his words. Tempting him with body heat and mingling breathes and they danced close.

 

The smile on Vox’s face was a bit sad and Alastor’s heart dropped worried he’d be chastised after all. Called a tease, and heartless. Blue tipped claws dug into his shoulder stopping any retreat as cyan eyes looked into red. “We do strange things for…” Vox paused and Alastor could feel a headache blooming at his temple, a memory tapping at his brain. Vox broke eye contact resting his head awkwardly on Alastor’s shoulder. It didn’t quite fit and the sharp edge of Vox’s screen dug into Alastor’s collar bone. Still, that didn’t stop the pair from swaying to the music, holding each other gently in a painful embrace. “I’m sure there have been times where you’ve put my pleasure and enjoyment above your own, sir. I’m capable of doing the same.”

 

Alastor let out a thoughtful hum, the vibration of the sound easing the headache just slightly. Turning just a bit he shrugged his shoulder prompting Vox to remove his heavy head. The TV demon still avoided eye contact, but Alastor hooked a finger under the edge of his screen, stopping their dance, waiting for his sub to look at him.

 

“Sir?”

 

There was no answer, no response, just a gentle kiss pressed to warm glass. There was a sigh and the feeling of static as Vox opened his mouth. The feeling of their wavelength caressing one another in a throbbing pulse as they stood in the middle of the dance floor. Vox’s hand tentatively came up to caress the back of Alastor’s head, static causing strands of hair to raise up as if jostled by a breeze. In the distance there was the sound of feedback coming from one of the musicians' lapel microphones. The music faded and the world narrowed. The only sound Alastor could hear was the rhythmic beat of Vox’s heart, and the ever present electrical buzz of a live wire. Vox was in his arms wholly alive and for some reason that relieved Alastor as he melted into their kiss. Tongues brushed against one another, and the radio demon allowed himself to savor this simple slice of cake.

 

**

 

Alastor stumbled out of his portal drunkenly. Intoxicated by the slow kisses he’d shared with Vox, dizzy from all the dancing, and tipsy off a couple of fingers of rye. The radio demon had really let loose, releasing tight fisted control to just enjoy the moment. To enjoy dancing without worry, to indulge in the sensation of kissing and holding Vox close without the expectation of it leading anywhere else. It was marvelous. The night had been full of laughter, and banter. It reminded Alastor that this month had been his prompt month. That despite serving Vox the opportunity to take advantage of him sexually, his sub still made this prompt into something Alastor enjoyed. Dinners out, old movies, music and dancing. There had been only one sexual escort request, and even that hadn’t been so bad, with Vox attempting to focus on Alastor’s pleasure, though the radio demon much preferred a night like this. Dancing and kissing was plenty fun, he didn’t need anything extra. The radio demon wobbled unsteadily as he attempted to take off his heels, his feet throbbing from all the fancy footwork he’d engaged in. 

 

“Easy there boss.” Husk called from the bar, and Alastor noticed he had a bit of an audience. Husk was in his usual spot with his usual look of indifference, but Mimzy was perched on a bar stool finger circling the rim of a glass. Her eyes were bright and her smile held trouble. Alastor ignored the look she was giving him, not wanting his buzz ruined.

 

“I’m quite alright, Husker, old pal. In fact I think I could do with another finger of rye if you have it on hand.” Alastor finally freed his foot from one heel and hopped over to the bar taking a seat before wiggling out of the other boot. Mimzy rested her cheek against her hand, eyelashes fluttering as she scanned Alastor’s body, gaze lingering on the shoes.

 

“Well, all dressed up and places to go, huh, doll? Did you meet up with your little lover boy?” Alastor ignored Mimzy instead, focusing his smile on Husk who poured a drink for him, cat-like eyes glancinging between the pair of old timers. “It ain’t Tuesday, but then you’ve been out and about all month it seems.”

 

Alastor hummed a jaunty tune, ignoring the blonde next to him as Husk handed over his drink. He took a small sip enjoying the flavor and the tingle down his throat. “Thank you Husk, just what I needed.”

 

“Been out dancing?” Husk asked tentatively, eyes shooting to Mimzy who just smiled, pretending like her being ignored didn't irk her one bit.

 

“Yes, just came from a lovely speakeasy. Live brand, great atmosphere but I do so prefer the whiskey you stalk her, Husker!” Alastor laughed letting himself feel the buzz of added alcohol. There was a bit of egotism, and a bit of anger, that kept him seated and made him tap his glass for another drink. He wanted Mimzy to see him happy, to miss what she could have had. If only she had tried to understand like Vox did. They could have had nights of dancing like this, laughing, getting into trouble like old times. She could have had him, but Alastor knew better now. He knew he was worth keeping around even when he wasn’t putting out. “The company was top notch though. Had a great dancing partner, and my feet are paying the price.”

 

“If the night was so good, why come home empty handed?” Mimzy asked innocently. “I know the princess told you to keep it down but I’m sure you could have brought your date home, Al. Just keep the fucking and screaming to a minimum. That shouldn’t be hard for ya.”

 

The redhead bristled at the vulgar words but ignored Mimzy anyway. This only seemed to encourage the little lady, who noticed Alastor’s discomfort with a grin. “Or are you already losin’ interest? Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em ain’t that your thing? Playing dress up for now? Going dancing, bet you get off on getting him all worked up and leaving him hanging.”

 

Alastor took a calming sip of his drink and with a crack of his neck twisted his head unnaturally to look at Mimzy with a glowing smile. “And if I do, dear, what’s it to you? If I like getting people all worked up and leaving them aching for me what’s it matter? You're no longer one of those people. Never was much good at freestyle, toots, always had to follow the sheet music never thought outside the box. Well now I’ve got someone to make music with and he doesn't care how I play.” Alastor got up from his chair grabbing his shoes. “Or how often.”

 

**

 

Alastor knew Vox was extremely busy, though the TV demon had managed to squeeze in a two hour time slot for a quick lunch at cannibal town. A simple escort just for the two to spend time together, nothing sexual at all. Vox  just wanted to see his dom and two hours was all he had this week. Two hours he gladly gave to Alastor. When the redhead met up with the TV demon he found him to be rather frazzled. Rattling on about how busy he was, the status of the silent theater, and how tedious filming had been. Alastor knew every work related activity Vox had hurled himself into. The TV demon was working well over forty hours a week. Staying up late to edit one of several premiere films for the cinema. Chasing after contractors that half assed their work, and teaching them an electrifying lesson. Attending auditions for the orchestra pit to make sure every chair was filled. Looking over soul contracts, and making new deals when the talent wasn’t available. Running maintenance on his servers, monthly backups and file clean outs. Alastor didn’t know what all that meant, really only having a beginners understanding of advanced technology and all it entailed. Vox had taken a moment to explain the color coding system of his calendar, and how Alastor had administrative access while others, such as his business partners, had a limited view of his events. The radio demon would never say it out loud but he was thankful for the lesson. He wanted to be capable. To be able to help his sub and keep track of things alongside him in case he forgot, or he decided to skip dinner because he replaced the meal event with overtime . 

 

Alastor wanted to be a part of Vox’s life, in charge of it in some way, and that meant learning how to navigate pocket sized devices and all the apps it held. The radio demon quickly executed his new knowledge by canceling an overtime event and replacing it with a command to take a relaxing bath.

 

“Al, I have too much to do. I can’t just sit in a bubble bath all evening.” Vox grumbled, finger swiping up.

 

“You should make time. I don't want you tense for our regular meeting. Silly little picture box like you never knows when to cut to commercial. The show will go one without you, dear. Take some time to relax.”

 

“The show would be run straight into a sex shop and set on fire if I’m not around, and Velvette probably would gleefully film it to post it all over social media.”

 

“What’s the point of having business partners you can’t rely on?”

 

“They are good at what they do, and at least with Velvette I know I can trust her. She’s just a little more…” Vox waved his hand trying to find the word. “In your face with her approach. I like a more underhanded tactic.”

 

“And Valentino?”

 

“Likes to sleep his way to the top. Which, what can I say? It worked…” There was some bitterness behind the tone that Alastor decided not to ask about. Instead he just allowed Vox to lament about his busy schedule and inability to find time to relax, while Alastor ordered for them. Taking at least the small task of deciding what to eat off his sub’s plate. Once Vox had finished complaining Alastor had taken charge commanding that Vox hand his phone over, so he wouldn’t be tempted to check it every time it buzzed. Vox stayed silent once the phone was taken, fingers drumming with anxiety on the table until their tea and cake was set before them. The radio demon quietly hummed to himself as he cut a slice of the chocolate cake. Vox flinched visibly when he heard his phone vibrating in Alastor’s pocket, rattling against the gold watch he always kept with him.

 

“What if it’s something important, Al?”

 

“Nothing is more important right now than getting your money's worth from this escort. Now, calm yourself.” Alastor poured a cup of tea for both of them.

 

“It’s just I left my assistant to handle auditions for the violin chair since I had to come out here to check on the installation of the screen and–”

 

“And I’m sure that your assistant is competent enough to know what a good violinist sounds like.”

 

“I’m not so sure…”

 

“Open up.” Alastor said with a smile as he lifted a forkful of cake to Vox’s screen. Almost instinctively they fell into their doll pattern and Alastor watched the stress melt away from his sub’s shoulders.

 

**

Alastor was not booked for the rest of the month before their Tuesday meeting. Leaving Vox completely untouched and most likely sexually frustrated. The media overlord had requested their regular meeting well in advance, stating he just wanted a premium escort, and wiring over the money. It was simple and required no real preparation on Alastor's part. It was his prompt after all, so he was curious to see what Vox had in mind when the meeting place was set at the love hotel. It seemed on theme since Alastor was pretending to be a sex worker. Red ripped fingers curled into a fist to knock on the white hotel door with a pink heart shaped plaquette numbering it room 69. It didn’t take long for it to open. The soft glow of Vox’s screen illuminating Alastor’s face as he peeked out from behind the door.

 

“Um…I well, you must be Mr. Alastor.” Vox  stepped aside letting the other demon in. He was dressed in a plain blue suit, and fidgeted with his hands as though he were nervous. A fine bit of acting that reminded the radio demon of the desperate wall street character that Vox had played many months ago. He always enjoyed it when Vox played at being pathetic, needy, or whiny. It stroked Alastor's ego, highlighting their difference in desire. Highlighting the power the radio demon had over the scene, and over Vox’s gratification. Mimzy would see it as torture, teasing, but Vox lived for it. Alastor found that their agreement had always been odd but suited to them. When acting was part of the game, when rules and boundaries were in place Alastor found it easier to engage in sex. Vox had proven that he respected Alastor’s boundaries time and time again, and for that Alastor was grateful.

 

“Make y-yourself comfortable.” The TV demon swallowed audibly as he glanced away quickly before casting his eyes down. A clawed finger pulled at a tight white shirt collar, as if Vox felt suffocated by the confines of his cheap suit. “I’m Vox, t-this is my first time b-booking a service like this.”

 

“No need to be embarrassed, dear.” Alastor stepped closer, the clack on his golden heels biting into the floor. It drew Vox’s attention and cyan eyes glanced down taking in the sight of the shoe he’d requested, trailing up the tight leather pants to settle on the plain black button up shirt Alastor wore. Sleeves rolled up and exposing dark forearms. The only pop of color was the red leather tie and a gold wrist cuff. The radio demon stopped in front of his ‘client’ hand propped on tilted hip, giving the TV demon a chance to admire his form before leaning in closer and reaching out to loosen Vox’s tie for him. “A lot of men need some help relaxing every so often. Some just need a firmer hand. To be forced to set work aside and just drift into the pleasure of not having to be in charge. I assume you work in a very demanding industry, hmm?”

 

“Finance.” Vox nodded, still playing at being bashful.

 

“Well as long as you’re in this room there is nothing you will have to calculate. You can set that mind to rest.” Alastor tapped at the side of Vox’s screen, before trailing down to a broad shoulder. “I’ll take care of you.”

 

“I-I’d like that.” Vox stuttered.

 

“Splendid.” Alastor circled a finger over an exposed collar bone before letting out a dramatic sigh, smile wide with glee. “You seem like such a good boy, but I heard you’ve been very bad. Bad enough to warrant a bit of punishment.”

 

“Yes, sir.”

 

“Well the first step is to confess, my dear. Clear your conscience.” Alastor leaned in close whispering. “What did you do?”

 

“Advised on some bad investments. Costing clients a fortune.” Vox looked truly ashamed but glanced up with pleading eyes. “I really thought—“

 

“Shh no need to explain. Besides, I don't want to hear your excuses.” Alastor shoved Vox on to the bed, running his fingers down his leather tie before yanking it off. “I much rather hear you scream and beg forgiveness.”

 

“Y-yes, sir.” Vox’s stuttering shyness was ruined a bit by the eager spread of his legs but Alastor didn’t hold the break of character against him.

 

“I advise that you strip. I think it’d be a good investment and perhaps it’ll garner you a bit of mercy.” Alastor spun the leather tie threateningly and when Vox didn’t move quick enough he smacked the edge of the bed with it. The TV demon jumped into action unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and wiggling out of his suit to reveal lacy red underwear. “Looks like my little slut came dressed to impress. Sadly I’m not swayed by frilly adornments.”

 

“I just like the feel of them. Sir.”

 

“Oh, do you? Do you enjoy dressing up all prim and proper in your big boy suit, while wearing skimpy little underthings like the slut you are?” Vox was already starting to get hard, the belittling tone obviously exciting him. Alastor sneered as he looked pointedly at Vox’s crotch. “It hardly covers anything.”

 

Vox’s hand went to cover himself, a flush of embarrassment displayed on his screen. A quick whip of the tie snapped against blue tipped fingers and Vox took in a sharp breath. “Too late now, you’ve already displayed yourself like some common whore, don’t bother covering it up.”

 

Obediently Vox removed his hands yet again and Alastor trailed his fingers over exposed flesh, looking into cyan eyes with a predatory grin that made his sub shudder. Alastor enjoyed Vox’s reactions, always had. The way his pulse quickened, blood rushing through his veins. The microscopic changes in stance, the bowing of his head, the occasional glancing up, the subtle lick of digital lips. These reactions weren’t as delightful as the pathetic sounds the TV demon could make but they were the start of their connection. The initial spark in the closed circuit of their game. Alastor’s palm spread wide over Vox’s chest, feeling his heartbeat for a moment before pushing the demon down again.

 

“Ah.” 

 

There was the sound, the pathetic little whimper as Vox let himself fall onto the covers. The plush pink duvet framed Vox’s body as he looked up at Alastor with a put upon shyness that was only marred by the slight twitch of a confident smile. 

 

Alastor leaned down one knee braced against the bed, face inches away from a blushing screen. “Time to atone for your mishandling of business.” Alastor bent his head, tongue running up Vox’s neck. “How much money did you lose for your client?”

 

“I.. uh..50k, sir.”

 

With an intrigued hum Alastor pulled back, looming over Vox. “50 lashes it is then.”

 

“Wait, what?” Acted fear mixed with real excitement as Alastor took a step back to give himself room to maneuver the tie. Shadows shifted and the lights in the room flickered ominously. A tentacle wrapped around Vox’s ankles, straightening his legs up into the air and lifting his ass just slightly off the bed. Alastor took off his tie and made it crack against the bed threateningly. That was the only warning given before the leather collided hard with Vox’s thighs. “Oh fuck!”

 

The mark the leather left behind was dark and bloomed instantly, flushing skin with a magenta hue. Alastor drew back again and the smack echoed through the room. Vox’s hands twisted into the covers as he braced himself for the next blow. “Ah!”

 

Alastor adjusted, making sure not to hit the same spot twice. Peppering Vox’s upper thighs with licks of leather, moving up and down covering as much skin as possible until returning to the original spot. Hitting the already sore area drew a moan from the media overlord, and Alastor hit it again watching Vox flinch. He then pressed his hand to the hot skin, digging into the bruise with his nails.

 

“Fuck!” It was a sob of pure pleasure.

 

“Oh, dear, I seem to have forgotten to count.” A smack of his hand against lace covered cheeks. “Do you know how many that was?”

 

“Y-yes, sir, eighteen.” Vox stuttered.

 

Alastor rubbed sore skin. “What a fancy little calculator you are. Let’s see, keep count for me in intervals of nine. Try not to fumble, darling, wouldn’t want to lose count. Then we’d have to start all over again. And considering we already have to up your licks to 54 to make it work, I’m sure you wouldn’t want to start over.”

 

“No, s-sir!” Vox’s voice hitched as the belt came back down on him. Alastor showed no mercy, enjoying the sound of the tie slicing through the air when he gave it a spin. It was almost as good as the smack it made when it connected with a bare thigh. Though nothing compared to the needy little whimpers that tumbled from Vox’s mouth. Alastor laughed, enjoying the power, the thrill of subjugating Vox to stinging pain. Red eyes glanced over flushed skin. There were no new marks, instead lashes overlapped one another to build upon the pain like a crescendo, darkening the canvas of Vox’s thigh.

 

“Mhmm…T-twenty seven!” The tentacle holding Vox’s legs shifted the bruised limbs slightly so Alastor could get a better view of the TV’s screen. It was just as flushed as his flesh. Static prickling over his face. Pinching little dots as sharp as the blows that rained down upon the media overlord. Interference lines buzzed over his screen with every hit, distorting the expression of ecstasy that overcame him. The picture of his face was wobbly, and hearts replaced his pupils when another cruel chuckle left Alastor’s lips.The redhead loved seeing Vox like this, so willing to humiliate himself, so eager to scream for him. Three sharp cracks hit Vox rapidly. Alastor wanted to make him cry, to hear him sob with pleasure like last time when he’d fucked him slow. 

 

“Shit!” The curse was followed by a deep groan that made furry ears flick with delight. Another tentacle appeared slithering up Vox’s arm towards his chest and yet another trailed around his waist. An attempt to distract him, to make him lose count by giving him too many sensations to focus on. 

 

“Watch your tongue!” Another punishing smack, this time lower. Hitting the small swell of Vox’s backside covered by red lace. The tentacle around Vox’s ankle hoisted him up a bit higher so Alastor could get better access, knowing he could get away with being exceptionally cruel to this more supple part of his subs body. The tip of another tentacle twisted around a nipple, curling against the hardening nub. “The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are numbers.”

 

“Hgnh…ah.. thirty six!” Vox’s screen kept going in and out, lost in a sea of fuzzy pleasure. His claws gripped desperately at the sheets and he tossed his head back to scream when another lashing connected with his ass. His thighs where shaking kept steady only by the shadowy tendril holding him. His skin was covered in marks that bloomed like dark roses begging to be plucked. Alastor’s eyes feasted on the mottled skin like it was a beautiful bouquet. His heart was beating fast with the thrill of power, his body responding to the sound of the TV demon’s cries. Though he hardly noticed. Too focused on inflicting pain to be aware of the slight tent in his trousers. His own discomfort meant nothing when he saw Vox’s own. The media overlord squirmed like a fish on a hook, wiggling his ass like a whore that wanted Alastor’s attention. And he got it. Alastor halted that wiggle with a quick blow making Vox flinch. “Fuck!”

 

Another hit to Vox’s ass. “Don’t.” A loud smack echoed into the air. “Lose.” The next hit tore a bit of the flimsy lace panties. “Count!”

 

“Fu-Forty five!” Vox was panting and trembling, moaning in a way that sounded like he was in pain. Alastor took in a deep breath, ears twisting forward, before drawing his arm back again for another hit. The tentacle that had slinked around Vox’s waist pulled at his panties. Dragging the itchy material over raw skin. Vox took in a sharp breath between clenched teeth. The TV demon’s ass was flushed magenta with outlines of the lace left behind like a brand. Alastor locked in on that spot hitting it over and over again, as if trying to beat the wrinkles out. To smooth Vox’s skin by making blood rush to the spot and plump out the flesh.

 

“Oh! A-ah ha! Fi-fity four!” Alastor felt dazed when he heard the number not having realized they’d been so close to their goal. He’d lost himself in the whipping and he took a steadying breath. He almost regretted setting such a low number. Vox’s panting whimpers filled the air, his body probably focusing on the stings now that there were no new blows to distract him. “Did..did I do good sir?”

 

With a dismissive wave of Alastor’s hand the tentacles disappeared, dropping Vox suddenly. The radio demon’s chest was heaving as he approached the bed. Vox propped himself up on his elbows and for a split moment arousal flashed over his screen, raw and unfiltered. It was such a simple emotion, one Alastor had seen a thousand times before, but it was still thrilling. It was still entertaining. An encore that Alastor would never tire of. “Good enough to get fucked into this mattress like the cheap tart you are.”

 

Cyan eyes grew wide, swirling with self hypnosis as Vox moaned helplessly. The TV demon was painfully hard, his dick flushed just as dark as beaten skin. The media overlord glanced down at  Alastor’s crotch noticing the obvious tenting. Hearts replaced blown pupils and Vox’s legs fell apart invitingly. With a cruel smile the radio demon smacked the edge of the mattress with the tie. “Eyes up here!” Vox quickly obeyed. “Turn around, on your hands and knees.”

 

Shaky legs had trouble but Vox was able to maneuver himself into position with a wince. His backside was still flushed and marked up, and he flinched when Alastor traced his palm admiringly over his handy work. A tentacle shot up from the other side of the bed grabbing Vox’s wrist and pulling him forward. His chest pressed into the soft folds of the comforter, arms outstretched and trapped. His back arched beautifully his ass up as if on display. Another tentacle deposited a bottle of lube into Alastor’s hand as he single handedly unbuttoned his pants. Vox glanced over his shoulder when the bed dipped.

 

“You said this was your first time booking a service like this. But surely it’s not your first time getting fucked, hmm?” Alastor cooed, wetting his fingers with lube,and drizzling a steady stream between the cleft of Vox’s cheeks. “You seem like a man who enjoys being bent over.”

 

“Fuck yes.” Vox groaned, turning around and letting his head fall onto the mattress.

 

Alastor pressed his fingers in gently, caressing a bruised cheek apologetically. The apology didn’t seem to be needed as Vox lifted his head and sighed out giving his ass a little wiggle. Impatiently asking for more, seemingly unaware of any soreness. “I can tell by how eagerly you’re taking my finger. You want something bigger don’t you?”

 

“Yes, so bad, please.”

 

A chastising smack made Vox jolt forward and Alastor pumped two fingers in and out. “You’ll have to wait. Preparation is key. Wouldn’t want to tear you up.”

 

Another groan, Vox looking coyly over his shoulder. Eyes dazed with lust. “I can take it, sir, please. Fuck me.”

 

“Patience, dear, I’ll fuck what little brains you have left out in just a moment.” Vox pushed back onto the fingers with a greedy little whine. “Doesn’t it hurt?” Alastor squeezed the sore cheek and a bolt of electricity skitter down that delicious back curve Vox was holding. It reminded Alastor of his cat-like behavior during the pet play prompt. He wouldn’t mind making Vox purr. Curling up his finger he brushed against Vox’s prostate.

 

“Yes! Yes, fuck I dont care. Make it hurt more…mhmm. Fuck me, please!” Alastor stroked his finger as if scratching under Vox’s chin in an attempt to make him purr. The TV demon let his head hit the mattress again with a groan, and Alastor laughed at his trembling body. Slowly he withdrew his fingers, lining himself up, head pressing teasingly at Vox’s entrance. “Yes, please, sir!”

 

A hand pressed Vox’s face deeper into the mattress, muffling his pleas. Two more tentacles circle round ankles to spread Vox’s legs a bit. “Well then, I’m not holding back.”

 

Without any further warning Alastor’s hips drove forward harshly. Vox’s cry was muffled. The radio demon dug his nails into a narrow hip and plastic cassing as he fucked into Vox harshly. He could feel the warmth radiate from the freshly abused skin. Alastor hammered into Vox, adding to the sting he must still feel. Pressing in deep, putting pressure on sore flesh. Wet smacking sounds started to fill the room along with Vox’s obscured cries. Red fingers curled around the edge of the screen and yanked Vox’s head back, forcing the demon’s body into an uncomfortable J shape. Vox didn’t seem to mind the painful bend, instead just moaning, his antenna bouncing with every forward thrust.

 

“Oh, fuck…yes…harder… mmmm-more!” Vox panted out prettily, claws digging into the inky blackness of the tentacle around his wrists.

 

“What an eager little cocksleeve you are.” Alastor’s hips moved faster, thrusting deeper and harder. Electricity popped between Vox’s antenna. The sight enticed Alastor as he set to record Vox’s needy little sounds before sending them through radio waves so Vox could hear himself. “Do you hear how pathetic you sound? Pratcly salivating at the chanced to be fucked this thoroughly by me. Are you not getting it anywhere else? Can’t satisfy that lustful little hole of yours elsewhere? Had to pay me to come take care of it?”

 

“Yours…Al…sir…oh! Soooo…good!” Vox sighed out between whines becoming purposely louder, probably in an attempt to please Alastor. The radio demon could admit it worked, he always enjoyed how vocal his sub was. So he rewarded Vox with deep powerful thrust, jarring his body forward.

 

“Hah! Ah! Yes..close…Al!” Vox’s speech degraded into a blithering mess of moans, but Alastor wanted more. He wanted to hear him beg. To hear how much Vox wanted him, how much Alastor could satisfy him. Verbal proof that he was enough, that this month had been enough. That Vox was truely grateful to be fucked even if it was a rarity. Or perhaps that he was grateful for Alastor's touch precisely because it was so rare, so precious, so satisfying and just right. His hand shifted from Vox’s hip to dig into the small mound of his ass instead. Pulling almost all the way out and just lingering there, fingers massaged warm flesh.

 

“Mine you say?” Alastor breathed out, his own panting accompanying the words. “If you’re mine then I can do as I please. Leave you like this on the edge. Would you like that?”

 

“Fuck no! No! Please, I want...I wanna cum.” Vox tried to push his hips back but the awkward bend on his body made it hard.

 

“What have you done to deserve that? You lost your client so much money, perhaps you should lose on your investment too. You’ve already paid me, I could just leave you here.”

 

“Please, I’ll do better. I’ll be good.”

 

“Maybe you dropped the ball because you overwork yourself, hmm?” Alastor pushed in slowly.

 

“Oooooh.” Vox sighed in relief.

 

“Maybe you should relax more.” Alastor pulled out just as slow. “And make some time  for selfcare.”

 

“You… take care of me, sir…so good. You fuck me so good, please. I’ll be good. I’ll do better.” Vox had that same tone of voice he had when he’d given Alastor head at the beginning of the month. The dazed babbling of being lost in pleasure, desperate for release. Alastor’s chest swelled with pride at being able to reduce someone like Vox to this. To care for him, to provide him a space where he could let go and not think of all the things marked on his calendar. To not be in charge but to willingly submit and drift away.

 

“Be sure that you do. Wouldn’t want you making yourself sick from working around the clock.” He pushed back in letting out a sigh of his own. This seemed to thrill Vox who echoed a moan in return.

 

“I work to make you feel good. I want to feel good, I want to be good for you.” Vox whined.

 

 “All for me, darling?” Alastor rewarded Vox’s begging with a bit of an exaggerated groan as he pulled out slowly. Having no issues playing the part of a satisfied lover when Vox was acting so sweet. The TV demon seemed to preen under the sound of Alastor’s moan. Prideful little sparks danced over his skin as Alastor pushed back in and Vox clenched around him. 

 

“Oohhh.” Alastor grinned down at his sub dragging out the sound of pleasure just to see Vox shiver with excitement. “You’re so tight.”

 

“Yes…ah.” Vox attempted to push his hips back, determined to be an active part in bringing Alastor pleasure but he could do little more than cant his hips up, exaggerating the arch in his back even more. “Fuck me, sir. I’ll be soooo good for you. Please.”

 

“You want it bad don’t you, dear?” Pulling back again Alastor used his hand to spread Vox apart watching himself sink back in, and sending the image over radio waves so Vox could enjoy seeing himself be split open. It had an immediate effect on the TV demon. A cute little chime went off as if Alastor had just hit the jackpot on some game show.

 

“Yes.” Vox moaned pathetically.

 

“Nothing but a desperate little slut that can’t get enough of my cock.” A buzz rattled Vox’s head and Alastor felt the electricity run up his arm. 

 

“Al! Please!” The red head sent out a pulse of radio waves that Vox eagerly accepted mimicking the desperate cries of the audio he was just fed. Once Alastor got an earful he started up suddenly with a brutal pace, pounding into Vox just like he wanted.

 

“Oh hells!! Yes!” Vox practically screamed. “I… fuck, Al! I…mhmm…you..” the TV demon’s voice was glitching claws digging into the tentacle so deep they would be drawing blood if shadows could bleed. The phantom feeling of the grip washed over Alastor as he let out a quiet moan of his own. Vox was so tight around him and he let go of Vox’s head to put a steady hand on the curve of his sub’s back.

 

“I…I-I” Vox was glitching bad, head falling onto the bed and muffling any further sound. There was something so familiar about the glitchy stutter but all thought was forgotten when Vox stiffened spilling onto the bed untouched with a pleased cry.

 

“Al!!” The sob was so loud that the word was crystal clear despite Vox’s attempt to stifle it by nuzzling his head into the comforter. Alastor himself was feeling a bit over stimulated and made to pull out. “NO—n-n-nno, cum i-i-inside.” It was hard to make out the words as it seemed Vox was trying desperately to fight his reboot in an attempt to get his requests. Just as the body beneath him went limp Alastor pushed back in. Vox was so relaxed beneath him that the radio demon could fuck him as hard and fast as he need to reach his own climax. Within seconds he was fulfilling his subs plea with a low moan of his own.

 

“Fuck, Vox..” 

Chapter 24: Intermission

Everyone in hell believed Vox was a merciless, greedy tyrant, because that’s what the media overlord wanted them to see. That was the image he projected out to the world because he knew that he would garner respect that way. No one would respect a pathetic insecure man who just wanted to be taken care of. Not even Valentino respected him. Val called out his submissive tendencies, using them against him, and expecting Vox to just bend over or spread his legs no matter how cruelly he had been treated. Vox couldn’t blame his business partner, after all for years the TV demon had done just that. Let Valentino treat him with disrespect because he hadn’t even respected himself. He hated this part of him. The needy little slut that needed a firm hand and an even firmer fuck. The indiscriminate whore who let men and women alike dominate him. 

 

How could anyone respect that?

 

Especially when he really let go. When he submitted not only to whomever was willing to touch him, but the cocktail of endorphins that lead to a high not even Valentino’s smoke could mimic. Who could respect an overlord who willingly fell victim to pain and moaned begging for more? Who lost himself in that beautiful surreal space of complete and total submission. Where he …could no longer feel the pain and wires crossed to narrow his focus on providing pleasure for his dom. The place where any tendency towards control was let go and he just wanted to be a good boy. To make his dom feel good, for his body to be useful in providing satisfaction. To be an object of sexual gratification rather than merchandise to be paraded around. To let go of being the powerful poster child of the Vees. To become small. Small enough to be taken care of and cherished.

 

Who would respect that?

 

Vox came back online slowly, his senses taking in his surroundings one at a time. He could smell the soft scent of vanilla and cocoa butter. The sound of humming graced his auditory sensors. It was an old tune and a familiar tone. He smiled though his face hadn’t rebooted yet. He felt tired and still a little drunk off the chemical cocktail his brain had mixed. Body sinking deep into the warm lap he seemed to be draped over, fingers brushing against a soft pillow. Vox shuddered as he became aware of something cold pressed against his ass. He groaned, attempting to roll onto his side and away from the chilly sensation.

 

“Hold still, dear.” Alastor said gently, settling Vox back into his lap. The media overlord didn’t protest since the ice pack was taken away. The cooling sensation was soon replaced by the feeling of slick hands carefully rubbing against skin, the smell of cocoa butter getting stronger.

 

“Mmmm.” Vox relaxed into the feeling allowing his dom to massage lotion onto abused flesh. A blue tipped hand reached out to caress Alastor’s legs, Vox shifting just a little so he could reach better.

 

“I said hold still, my dear. We need to take care of this, so you can comfortably sit at work tomorrow.” Alastor wasn’t scolding, rather explaining. His dom was in aftercare mode, where he spoke gently and indulgently. A technique that perhaps didn’t come naturally to Alastor but which he was attempting to perfect with every session and Vox appreciated it. It was so much more than he’d ever gotten from Valentino. 

 

Vox’s hand stroked Alastor’s leg wanting to touch his dom, to give back in some way, unable to simply receive the care he was being given. Alastor rested his hand on Vox’s lower back and let out a thoughtful hum. “How are you feeling?”

 

“Good.” Sighed Vox, stretching out over Alastor lap before rolling over to stare up at his dom. There was a bit of discomfort in his backside but the lingering tingle only brought forth fond memories. Blue claws reached out to play with the tie around Alastor’s neck. “I really enjoyed myself, sir.”

 

“I could see that.” Alastor’s usual smile held and edged of fond curiosity. “You seemed very,” Alastor waved his hand searching for a word and Vox tensed up in fear of judgment, “absorbed in the scene.”

 

“Yeah…”  Vox sat up. His mind still fuzzy and on edge. Suddenly Vox felt less safe. Memories of Val telling him to clean himself up or throwing a used condom at him. Red claws tickled at his skin trying to pull him back to the present. A low thrum filled the air as a calming frequency tickled his antenna. Vox looked at Alastor and his chest hurt to see concern in red eyes and an uncertain smile. It was so different from the Alastor who had yelled at him that he didn’t care. So nerve wracking to trust that this time if Vox were honest with his feelings maybe things could be different.

 

Please love me. Please see me. Please remember.

 

“I was simply curious, dear. No need to be embarrassed. If it’s a state you enjoy being in then shouldn’t we try to achieve it more often? I was just attempting to get feedback.” Alastor explained in such a nonjudgmental tone that Vox allowed himself to hope, despite the pain. Alastor had noticed his ecstasy this time around even if he did not remember the first time Vox had fallen victim to the pleasure of satisfying his dom. He could explain the state he’d fallen into. Tell Alastor how good it felt to please him, and why that was so important to the TV demon. However, the urge to confess his love yet again was stopped by oppressing fear. Still the words wanted to leave his lips. Here Alastor was, his dom, asking how they could work together to bring about the relaxed state Vox had been in, and Vox wanted to tell him everything. Red eyes looked at him curiously. Had the silence stretched too long? Was there a headache blooming behind those eyes? “I recall you’ve been in such a state before.”

 

Vox’s heart dropped fear gripping him. “Y-yeah?”

 

“Yes, at the beginning of the month, the first boyfriend prompt. You were rather beside yourself while humping my leg.” Oh Vox had forgotten about that. How good it had felt to suck Alastor off, and how eager he was to hear Alastor’s praise. How he’d woken up the next day in a dream-like state, upset not to see Alastor next to him in bed, but happy to have him in his kitchen. To share a meal together. He remembered how relieved he was that he hadn’t said anything stupid. How he was spoiled with good food and easy conversation. How it had felt so much like they were together. A window into a possible future if only Vox hadn’t fucked up, if only Alastor could remember, no, accept how much Vox loved him.  

 

Would he accept now?

 

“Yeah I…” The media overlordp paused, and Alastor raised an eyebrow. It was rare for Vox to be speechless. A hand reached out to rub at his shoulder.

 

“Maybe we shall circle back to it, hmm? How about  we get you dressed and we can settle in for a little cuddle. Would you like that, dear?” Vox looked dumbly at his old friend, perfectly playing the part of caring dominate. Careful to provide aftercare and not push Vox too hard after a rather physical scene. Perhaps Alastor himself was on edge. A bit apprehensive since the last time they’d gotten physically violent…

 

“Killing you…is a hard limit for me. Do not ever allow that again, do you understand?”

 

Perhaps the words that had slipped from Vox’s lips that night hadn't been the only startling realization that had shook Alastor to his core. Instead of recoiling away from Vox and insisting he didn’t care, here Alastor was offering reconnection. Maybe he needed the softness of holding Vox gently as much as Vox needed to be held. “Yeah.”

 

Vox was by no means smaller than Alastor. They stood at similar height, and were of similar build even if Vox was a bit more thin. Where Vox lacked in thickness he made up for with broad shoulders and large hands. Alastor was petite in other ways, more even in his  build, with smaller hands and thinner fingers. But their vastly differing fingers were intertwined, slotted together perfectly as Vox lay freshly dressed and content against Alastor’s chest. With legs intertwined and Alastor idly tracing the ports on the back of Vox’s head, the media overlord couldn’t help but feel small. Cared for and cherished in the way he’d craved for so long. His fantasy of being loved by Alastor was so close he could taste it, but the hope that bloomed in his heart was agonizing. How long could this possibly last? How could anyone actually love Vox for who he was rather than use him for a quick ego boost or power trip? How could Vox possibly find romance in the pits of hell when he hadn’t even been able to achieve it on earth. Always a machine, never a man.  A tool to be used for money, security, status, protection and fame. Never an object to be cherished, cared for and definitely never a trophy to be displayed.

 

Alastor’s chest rose up with a sigh that sounded almost content. Hadn’t the radio demon cherished him as a precious doll, not just once but twice? Hadn’t he displayed Vox like a trophy in fancy clothes and adorned him in a sparkling collar. Wasn’t he taking care of Vox right now?

 

“What’s your prompt, dear?” Alastor whispered, hand tracing up the back of Vox’s head to gently play with an antenna. The TV demon could feel how relaxed his dom was underneath him, and he tightened his arms around the small of Alastor’s back, never wanting this moment to end.

 

“I want to worship you, like a god.” Vox spoke before thinking. 

 

Alastor chuckled, jostling Vox’s head. “Worship me?” The TV demon looked up with all seriousness, deciding it best to double down on his slip up than to back track. Alastor’s smile was wide with amusement, a bit of a glint in his eyes. “What if I'm a neglectful god? Stingy with my blessings?”

 

Vox’s fan kicked on and he felt his heart beat a little faster as he looked into Alastor’s sadistic eyes. “Then I’ll continue to pray for your favor until you see fit to bestow your light upon me.” 

 

Impossibly Alastor’s smile spread even wider across his face, red stained fingers hooking under Vox’s screen pulling him closer. “Gods don’t touch mortals, my dear. What shall you do on the nights your devotion rises to religious ecstasy?”

 

“Then I will turn to self flagellation, and pray you accept my penance.”

 

“Mhmm.” There was a subtle glow to Alastor’s eyes before they closed and he leaned in to kiss Vox’s screen. The TV demon stretched forward desiring that kiss, cherishing it as a blessing. Full lips pressed against glass and Vox opened his mouth, tongue licking at Alastor’s lip and soon they fall into a now familiar slow dance. Vox held on tightly to Alastor as their tongues twined leisurely around one another. 

 

Parting was the hardest thing for Vox to do, and it felt like Alastor took his breath away as he leaned back against the headboard. Giving into desire and obsession, holding on to shame and guilt cyan eyes looked into red. “Please, there are so many things I need to repent for. Will you let me worship at your feet, sir? Pray for guidance and deliverance?”

 

“How could I deny such a devout believer?”

 

**

 

Vox settled back against Alastor’s chest with a content sigh and the radio demon found himself oddly at ease. Soothed by the care he had given to his sub. Aware of the life and energy that thrummed through Vox’s body. Wholly alive despite the pain Alastor had inflicted. The radio demon could not understand why this thought was so comforting to him. Why having the media overlord resting on him was so important. It meant nothing, especially when he looked down to watch his hands trace around ports. This didn’t make them whole. Lying here like this did not make his heart any less black, touching Vox softly did not wash his hands of blood. Indulging like this didn’t make him human. But somehow that didn’t matter because Vox was draped over him, broken and inhuman, just like Alastor. 

 

“Will you stay again?” The voice was soft and a bit glitchy with apprehension. Unlike the radio demon, who desperately buried his humanity under cruelty and indifference, Vox sought validation. 

 

“Hmm.” Alastor stayed long after the media demon had fallen asleep. Tracing fingers repetitively over sensitive rabbit ears, stomach twisting and head aching with memories that were only half formed and quickly shoved aside. The radio demon stayed to watch over his sub, a warmth settling in his chest that he didn’t want to identify.

 

“As long as everyone is happy then it’s enough.” 

 

Those words echoed in Alastor’s mind like a lullaby. He held them close to his cold heart which threatened to thaw with every encounter he had with Vox. His plan to expose the media overlord’s sexual greed and entitlement this month had backfired, exposing a life that perhaps could be. A relationship of equal give and take. Time spent together in one another’s company and not always in one another’s beds. Vox was so desperate for validation that he was not only willing to degrade himself for Alastor’s entertainment, he was willing to deprive himself of what Alastor had thought was an animalistic need. Vox had thrown himself into his work, not calling upon Alastor or begging for sexual gratification beyond what the radio demon was comfortable with. He hadn’t even entertained Val due to whatever issues festered between them. The only sexual indulgence Vox had allowed himself was with Alastor or his own hand when guided to do so. Vox had waited. He had danced with Alastor without complaint. Without accusing the redhead of being a tease or leading him on. They’d kissed and Alastor had even flirted, still Vox hadn’t chastised him. There was no sense of entitlement, just gratitude for time spent in one another’s arms. Just like now. Vox asleep in Alastor’s arms.

 

“Sometimes it’s nice just to be a flower someone is admiring. To be watered and cared for. I don’t know, sounds like enough to me. ”

 

What had always made their deal appealing for Alastor had been Vox’s complete desperation for his attention, for his touch. The power imbalance highlighted by Vox’s need and Alastor’s indifference was heady. The ability to make the TV demon cum and glitch, losing himself in a vulnerable moment of orgasm was exhilarating. Vox willingly bowed down and exposed himself in front of one of hell’s most feared demons. It was the stupidest decision anyone could ever make, yet Vox came crawling back begging for more. It was amusing, even endearing, and wholly different from Mimzy’s desire for Alastor.

 

Alastor didn’t mind putting on a show, following a script, but he did not enjoy expectations. Mimzy had expectations, and her own ego she wanted to stroke. Vox didn’t. Vox only wanted whatever he could get. He was grateful for whatever Alastor offered, no matter how cruel. Vox asked for nothing but the gift of being able to cum in Alastor’s presence. However the orgasm was achieved didn’t seem to matter to the TV demon. Be it from a tentacle, hand or belt. Vox’s desperation became something Alastor craved. Physical evidence that he was enough. Enough to make someone scream in pleasure not just pain. Enough to come crawling back to. Enough to satisfy where others fell short. Every sigh and scream Vox made was evidence that Alastor could provide pleasure after spending a lifetime being told he was broken. 

 

“ I’m sure there have been times where you’ve put my pleasure and enjoyment above your own, sir. I’m capable of doing the same.”

 

Alastor closed his eyes, head aching. He was tired and didn’t want to think anymore. He didn’t want any of this to matter. This couldn’t possibly be enough. So instead of allowing himself to stay the night, instead of letting his sub continue to sleep in his arms he sunk into the shadows.

 

The eyes were curious, watching the serene pair float through time and space. No threads of collapsing time reached out to destroy this moment. Instead the space warped and bent and stitched itself together with bright green thread. It guided Alastor through time and space. An empty void not begging to be filled but simply there. The radio demon held on tightly to the thin body that stirred against his chest a soothing hum lulling the TV demon back into slumber.

 

And so Alastor played the god shielding his beloved creation from the darkness that festered in the world.

 

The shadows released them and they manifested in Vox’s bed. Gentle hands situated the TV demon into his bed. Tendrils pulled blankets over the lean form that curled in on itself. Alastor hooked cables to back ports he had just been caressing only a few moments ago. He could not stay. An elusive god bestowing small blessings, before dissolving into darkness.

 

When Alastor reappeared in the lobby of the hotel he was surprised to see that despite the late hour every resident of the hotel was wide awake and gathered. Charlie stood upon a stage like a preacher ready to deliver a powerful sermon. She paused to look upon him. 

 

“Oh, Alastor! We thought you were out, you weren’t in your room.”

 

The redhead stood with his hands behind his back and his masking smile spread wide across his face. “I have only just returned Charlie, my dear. I wasn’t expecting an impromptu meeting.” His eyes scanned everyone gathered. “What seems to be the problem?”

 

“No problem, we were about to do trust falls, wanna join?” The princess asked hopefully. 

 

“And have Mimzy and Angel’s grubby little hands all over me? I think not.” Alastor said, lifting himself up on his toes to emphasize his words. “I have enough trouble keeping my personal space as it is.”

 

“That’s sorta the point ain’t it though? You’re supposed to trust we won’t do nothing but catch you.” Angel said with hands on his hips. 

 

“Al probably had his night full of touchy feely shit.” Mimzy smirked with a flutter of her eyes. “Still playing with your boy toy for now? Lucky dog, sure do miss those fingers myself. Was pretty good when you could be bothered to touch a lady.”

 

“Urm..” Charlie glanced awkwardly between the blonde and the redhead and others in the room shifted with discomfort. “It’s not like that. We’ll all catch you and lower you to your feet. It’s not like you’re being held. Come on, give it a try! It’s great for team building, and I’m sure everyone will be appropriate.” Charlie looked pointedly at Mimzy and Angel. The spider demon looked offended.

 

“I heard ya loud and clear last hotel meeting. I haven’t even been flirting…” Husked raised an eyebrow. “…that much.”

 

“Well then why don’t you do it, dear, if you trust these deviants so much.” Alastor wiggled his fingers dismissively toward the others.

 

“Ok I will.” Charlie marched to the edge of the stage. “Ok so we agreed to share something we’re afraid of. That way we’ll feel supported and less alone.” 

 

The blond looked around the hotel and took a deep breath. Alastor perked up with curiosity. Fear seemed like valuable information. “Sometimes I’m scared this hotel really won’t work.” Charlie crossed her arms and fell backwards into a cooing crowd. 

 

“Aw bade don’t worry about that.” Vaggie soothed.

 

“Fuck heaven who cares it’s probably boring up there anyway.” Angel reassured.

 

“They probably don’t even have any bugs to stab.” Nifty giggled.

 

“Well I never thought this hotel would work dear, but it is rather entertaining.” Vaggie glared at Alastor and he just smiled back.

 

“Well why not get on stage and entertain us?” The ex exorcist scolded.

 

“Yeah, Al, I’d love to hear what scares the big mean radio demon.” Angel said.

 

Husk scoffed and took a sip of his flask. “I’d love to know too.”

 

Charlie beamed with hopeful eyes at him. “Come on Alastor, just this once.”

 

Alastor’s fingers drummed with uncertainty behind his back, a feeling of dread churning in his stomach. Charlie looked at him with big eyes and clasped hands. When he glanced away from her pathetic face he saw others. Vaggie despite herself gave an encouraging smile with a shrug. Husk waved his flasked towards the stage with a smirk, and Angle smiled brightly with a discreet thumbs up from his lower arms. Nifty was bouncing in place, hands held up at the ready, excited to provide support. Mimzy…

 

The radio demon turned his back to the crowd looking at the platform. He wasn’t one for the stage, always hiding behind a microphone, a voice playing a part, being a welcoming host, distant and safe. Apart from the audience but still reading a script. The only one Alastor really performed in front of was Vox. A small headache pinched at his temple and his stomach did a flip.

 

He stepped onto the stage.

 

“Ok, Alastor,” Charlie said brightly. “What are you afraid of?”

 

There was a pause his head pounding along with the beat of his heart. A promise of a memory long forgotten. A feeling that he did not want to face. There was no image, no words, just the painful promise of something out of mind. Alastor couldn’t grasp at it. Or perhaps he couldn’t fathom it,  turning his minds focus away from the possibility. He looked at himself instead. He thought of dances shared, kisses had and the dreadful fear that even with all the soft moments it would not be enough. Red eyes looked at Mimzy and the fear spiked. He’d tried, he’d been happy with Mimzy. Content to dance and cause trouble. Finding her dress and sparkling personality charming. But it hadn’t been enough. He thought it had been, only to be blindsided years later by an ongoing affair. 

 

Vox had Valentino. Alastor had accounted for that, this time around. Vox had Valentino…or he used to. There was something between the two demons Alastor wasn’t privy to, and that was fine. It wasn’t any of his business. Whatever needed to be handled would be. Alastor only had to be enough for now. Not long term, not like he had attempted with Mimzy. 

 

He couldn’t afford to do that again. He knew better.

 

“Alastor? It’s ok.” Charlie’s concerned voice floated towards him soothing his fear like a mother telling a child the monster under the bed wasn’t real. It was just all in your head.

 

You’re ok

 

It was Vox’s voice but Alastor didn’t recall when it was said and why it was accompanied with the feeling of hands on his face and swirling of black and red. He wasn’t ok, because he wanted Vox like he had wanted Mimzy. Just the two of them dancing and that wasn’t enough. All that was left of any love Mimzy had for him was bitterness and entitlement. In a way, with every loan shark Alastor saved her from, he had been repenting. Apologizing over and over again about his lack. Apologizing for not being capable of loving her in the way she had wanted to be. Eventually no matter what Vox tried to convince himself of, the TV demon would grow resentful just like Mimzy. He would work things out with Val. He had to, because he wouldn’t be able to tolerate Alastor’s fickle nature around sex long term. The radio demon looked at Mimzy with a closed mouth smile.

 

This deal could never last long term.

 

“What are you afraid of?” Charlie encouraged. “We’ll catch you, whatever it is. It’ll be ok.”

 

“I…” Alastor looked at the young princess who just smiled at him hands at the ready with so many others. Ready to catch him, to accept him. 

 

“I’m afraid…I’m in love.”

Notes:

The next couple of chapters will have slight rewrites so if you were a reader from before I lost my mind and deleted this whole thing you might want to re-read. There might be minimal changes in a few chapters but overall the whole God prompt is slightly different, and there have been continuity changes. I am currently finishing up the last two chapters of this story so it will be complete, and there shouldn't be too long of a wait between old repost chapters and the new ones. Thank you to my readers both new and old.

Chapter 25: Worship Part: 1

 

Everyone in the hotel thought they misheard the words that had left Alastor’s lips, but they hadn't. The radio demon had indeed confessed to the nauseating fear that mixed with the butterflies in his stomach. He had admitted that after so many months of playing this game he’d fallen in love, unexpectedly or not, with Vox. A wide smile stretched over his face and a jaunty tune echoed through the stunned silences of the room as Alastor turned around and let himself fall into the befuddled crowd. Hands scrambled up to catch him and he laughed with an edge of hysteria. Finding joy in the confusion and chaos his honesty caused. His legs kicked with glee and there were grumbled complaints as the crowd of people tried to maneuver his body down.

 

“You’re having way too much fun with this!” Husked groaned as he shoved his paw into Alastor’s lower back, tipping him up as Angel set down one of his legs.

 

“Are you fucking joking?” The spider asked in angry disbelief.

 

“This is supposed to be a serious exercise!” Vaggie scolded with a jab to Alastor’s shoulder. The radio demon lifted his hand to cover the wide split of his smile, laughter continuing to bubble out as stitches appeared at his lips. His eyes crossed and he wobbled a little on his feet and he continued to laugh. Lost in his own fear, his own discomfort. Having forced himself to face the truth and now not knowing what to do with it, or why he’d said it to a group of imbeciles that annoyed him to no end. All he could do was cover everything up with a smile.

 

“Jeeze, Al, you gotta be kidding!” Mimzy huffed with angry hands on her hips and the indignation only made Alastor laugh more. She glared at him, opening her mouth to no doubt spew some vitriol about him having a limp dick, or being a horrible lover. Alastor could care less, he only laughed louder. Because really this was absurd. It was dangerous and stupid, but yet he was in love. Alastor, the radio demon was in love with the most pathetic simpering little demon in all of hell. How long had Vox waited for this? Years of being a good boy and finally he’d won his dom over. Alastor hadn’t even seen it coming. He knew better, yet here he was. 

 

He’d grown to trust Vox…

 

Trust him with the complicated melody of his love song. Allowed the TV demon to listen to the symphony of music that didn’t always sound romantic but that Vox danced to anyway. Occasionally he even allowed Vox to pick up an instrument and play along, confident that the media overlord would never steal the show. Despite his brat-ish smile and ego, he always let Alastor lead. Had reassured him whatever melody their song would take on, it would be enough. It would be a love song even if the saxophone wailed the blues and Alastor didn’t feel like there was real love in his heart. For Vox whatever Alastor would play, he would love, and wasn’t that just ridiculous? Wasn’t that the stupidest thing in all of hell? To be in love with a heartless killer? It was probably as stupid as stumbling and falling in love with a self absorbed egomaniac.

 

But Vox tried to understand Alastor’s songs, and in return Alastor would try to act his part…The part of lover. What a role to be nominated for! What an award to accept!

 

Red eyes glanced over at Mimzy. He’d failed an audition for this role before, and for the first time he was actually nervous. Nauseous with apprehension, that he would fail again. And wasn’t that novel? To actually care about being a good…what? Boyfriend? Alastor scrunched up his nose at the word. Too sickeningly sweet for his tastes. Mimzy scowled back at him like no one’s business. Alastor unscrewed his face and tried to stifle his laughter. He trusted Vox not to hurt him, like Mimzy had. He trusted the words of that silver tongued talk show host. He trusted Vox. He loved Vox and he would attempt to be a good, not boyfriend, but dom.

 

“It’s ok Alastor.” Charlie said quietly, drawing the radio demon’s attention to her. The smile on her face was soft and understanding. She reached out for Vaggie’s hand giving her partner a fond smile. “It can be scary to be in love, especially when you don’t know how it’ll end. If that person will hurt you, or protect you.” Charlie brought Vaggie’s hand to her lips giving it a kiss and the ex-excorist blushed. “But you had faith in us to catch you and we did. So maybe it won’t be too bad to extend that same mentality to the person you love.”

 

“You can’t be taking him seriously, Princess?!” Mimzy screeched, sauntering over to Alastor and jabbing her finger into his chest. “That black heart of yours wouldn’t know love or passion if it bit you on the nose! You think this is some kind of joke? That it’s funny to be lying like that?”

 

“I don’t think he’s lying.” Charlie said softly, taking a tentative step towards the feisty blonde who whirled around to glare at her instead.

 

“Is it the good boy you made scream that one time, sir?” Nifty asked innocently with a fiendish little giggle.

 

“Indeed. What can I say? I like a well behaved doll that ain’t too demanding.” Alastor said looking pointedly at Mimzy who glared at him over her shoulder.

 

“Oh well, I ain’t too keen on bowing down. If I’m going to be on my back it better be worth it, and I hardly ever got to spread my legs with you.”

 

“That’s absolutely fine, dear, I’ve found someone who thinks it's worth it regardless of the infrequency”

 

“I mean I’d need time to recover from whatever the fuck you where doing to that fella to make him scream like that.” Angel fanning himself. Mimzy turned angry eyes on the spider who just shrugged. “Girls gotta catch her breath.”

 

“Yes and there are plenty of other things one can do on their back that doesn’t require intercourse.” Alastor hummed, running his fingers over his mic wistfully, playing up a love sick smile just to grate on Mimzy’s nerves. “Holding hands while looking at the stars. Having someone rest their head on your chest.”

 

 Alastor looked innocently at Mimzy with a bat of his eyes. “And oral. Does that count as intercourse? I’m not sure you always seemed to treat it second hat. A consolation prize.” The radio demon licked his lips suggestively. “That’s alright, my sweetheart is just fine with a bit of dancing and I don’t even have to bother getting on my knees to shut up any petulant whining.”

 

Angel whistled from the side eyeing on Mimzy’s anger, but the blonde was interrupted before she could say anything.

 

“Come on Mimzy, why not be happy for Alastor? We’re all friends right? That was the point of being there to catch him, to build trust and friendship.” Charlie glanced at Alastor. “Not dredge up a very personal past.”

 

“Well everyone is so very obsessed with sex, why is it that when I talk about it, it's taboo?” Alastor pointed his staff at Angel. “This one yaps on about it all day.”

 

“I mean I’m living for the drama right now.” Angel said. “I don’t know, it's kinda interesting to know Alastor’s gotten around. Why’d you never take me up on any of my offers?”

 

“You’re not my type dear, to handsy.” Alastor wiggled his fingers dismissively at the spider.

 

“I can keep my hands to myself!” Angel eyed the radio demon. “Especially if you tie me up and with the way you and Nifty been talking I think that might be something you’d enjoy, sir.”

 

A shudder of disgust ran up Alastor’s spine, making it more uncomfortably obvious that he was indeed in love with Vox. That he loved the lack of pressure the TV demon put him under sexually. That he liked being in charge and trusted Vox never to push too far. That he loved the sounds the media demon made and the pathetic little roles he played. The desperation that made him laughable to Alastor. Alastor had no desire to indulge anyone else.

 

He just wanted his little doll to play with…to cherish.

 

It still made his heart sink with fear to think about. How much he felt for Vox, and worrying that those feelings would never reach the depth of affection required to sustain a relationship. How illogical it was to trust Vox, and worrying that he himself could not be trusted with someone’s heart without breaking it. How stupid it was to admit to weakness in front of a crowd, and worry about what others thought of him. Red eyes scanned over familiar faces. Soft with pity or confelicity. Only a singular face was contorted into jealousy but even it was soft and reflective. Alastor cast his eyes down and disappeared into his shadows. No longer wanting to deal with the consequences of his actions. Suddenly the high of the chaos his admission caused wore off and reality sank in. 

 

He was in love. 

 

Maybe not for the first time in his life…he wasn’t sure. He didn’t quite understand what this feeling was, or if anyone else, but him, would even call it love. In the darkness of the aether the light of his love seemed so small, consumed by shadows…or perhaps shielded by it. Keeping it away from prying eyes that floated disembodied and curious. When he manifested in his room, Alastor trudged towards his armchair and plopped down with an annoyed hum.

 

He didn’t want to be in love. He didn’t want anything to change. But isn’t that what people expected? Once ‘I love you’ passed someone's lips, it changed everything. It was a demanding word. It demanded time, affection and grand gestures. It demanded to be repeated over and over again, like a reassurance that the feeling was still there. Sometimes Alastor couldn’t grasp at those feelings. Were they meant to be steady? Was love a consistent flutter of the heart? A feeling that never left? Or a choice to be made? For Alastor it had always been a choice. Sex was a scheduled event and love was a choice he made every day, even when he regretted that choice. Even when Mimzy hadn’t appreciated his efforts.

 

 Alastor knew that for most people love wasn’t a choice. It wasn’t a thing they had to put effort into. It came naturally. As naturally as the sweet lullabies and tight hugs his mama gave him when he was young. That sort of love he could mimic. He could sing and dance, and laugh with joy. Make someone feel like they were center stage. Cook for them and aid them. Protect them while tearing others limb from limb….Put a pillow over a suffering face that coughed weakly as he mercifully snuffed the life out of a body that was dying anyway. Alastor could make hard choices. He could choose to love, but that wasn’t the sort of love people wanted. He knew better.

 

“Sure you know better darling, that’s why this time around you should give it a try. Give Vox a chance to prove that he knows you.”

 

The radio demon’s head throbbed and finger came up to message his temple. He rested his head in his hand letting out a relieved sigh when the headache subsided. Red eyes opened to see the pet bed that Alastor had never bothered removing. His hand trailed down to touch the soft bed, cold and empty with no one to lie in it. The idea of having Vox by his side warmed his frozen heart and the desire of having the media demon close made the weak muscle stutter. It felt like having a heart attack. It felt like his life was coming to an end. Like his body couldn’t handle this feeling. It was so pathetic. It was pathetic that Alastor was willing to choose love again, after all he’d been through. He knew better, but here he sat thinking of him . Wanting him here. Wanting to play the part of a boyfriend in some twisted way. Despite knowing he didn’t have the right script and that this whole thing could come crashing down. But hadn’t  Vox eagerly paid for the chance at being with him? Wasn’t he begging to worship Alastor just as he was? 

 

No strings attached.

 

That’s what scared the radio demon. Not that he’d fallen in love with his old friend, his rival, his…sub…but that he was willing to try to love him and be loved in return. To let Vox worship him and see where it would go. To trust that it could work out. To have faith in the impossible. To hold out for a miracle. That perhaps nothing needed to change even if Vox said, ‘I love you too’. Alastor wanted to believe that this time, instead of finding some other distraction or source of entertainment like he had done seven years ago, he would stay. He’d face his fears, and not be a coward. This time around Alastor would choose to stay, no payment required, no deal to be made. He wanted to stay and he wanted badly to try and love Vox right .

 

And that was rather frightening. Because he had no idea what right was.

 

**

Vox opened his bedroom door ready for a cup of coffee so he could really wake up. He felt stiff and sore, though he’d been able to sit comfortably in his chair thanks to his dom’s diligent aftercare, his back was killing him.  Being fucked ass up with his head bent back wasn’t a postion his old bones seemed caple of. Blue claws messaged lightly into his lower back as he shuffled into the hallway, stopping only when he saw pink tendrils of smoke wafting from around the corner like an ominous fog.

 

“Val?” He asked in annoyance. He must have forgotten to lock the moth out. The media overlord was in no mood to deal with whatever tantrum Val was determined to throw. The bellowing of smoke that filled the living room was a clear indication the taller demon was in a bad mood.

 

“Fucking finally!” The moth screeched when Vox waved the intoxicating smoke away to find Val puffing on his couch. A couch he’d share with Alastor. Where he had happily fallen to his knees and safely lost himself in the gentle care of a real dom. A couch now marred by the ugly reminder of what Valentino had done to him. Fingers clenched defensively as Val stood up. “I thought you woke up bright and early!”

 

“And I thought you went to bed good and late. Why the fuck are you here?” Fingers were already charging and at the ready to send out an attack as Vox tiptoed around Val’s unpredictable ego. Valentino's face scowled, obviously not enjoying Vox’s dismissive tone. Probably having hoped to come face to face with a simpering Vox willing to bend over backwards to accommodate Val. Not anymore. All these games had to stop. All the lies. The TV demon would never be able to move forward if he didn’t do something. But still Valentino made the first move.

 

“You know I’m fucking tired of your bull shit! I don’t know why everyone’s suddenly catching an attitude with me!” Val came close to Vox but the media overlord quickly encased himself in an holographic box with live wires of electricity around the edges. A bug zapper to keep the moth away. Val stamped his foot. “What the fuck is this?”

 

“Whatever you need to say you can say from the couch.”

 

Val laughed. “But I don’t want to talk, mi amor. I need you. Come on! Stop playing hard to get and let papi take care of you. It’s been a while, huh? Is that why you’re so jumpy? Need a good fucking to settle your nerves? I can take care of that for you, baby.”

 

“Let me guess you and Angel had another falling out? Can’t fuck your favorite hole so you’re coming for second best?” Vox scoffed, moving to the kitchen, his eclectic cage moving with him. He didn’t need Val and he was done feeling sorry for his business partner. Vox had made mistakes he needed to fix and he was done making excuses and cleaning up after Valentino too.

 

“Baby, you’re never second best. You’re always so jealous of Angel, you know papi loves you. You’ve always been so enthusiastic and you’re not as sensitive as that fucking whore. You never expect me to be gentle or bring you stupid gifts, or whatever he’s on about now. Like I have time for that shit! I have a studio to run! Either get fucked or get out. Angel doesn't understand that, but you do, baby. We’r both busy but we make time to satisfy each other. To make sure we can let out some frustration.”

 

“Find someone else. I’m done.”

 

“No you're not Voxxy. You’re just in your head.” Val walked towards the media stand and now with the smoke clear he noticed for the first time that his TV was gone. Had the moth broken in during a tantrum and disposed of it? The smile on Val’s face was smug as he stepped aside his lower set of arms pointing at an old fashioned radio surrounded by black and red candles. A few inches above it, hung on the wall, was a wreath made of dried roses leaves and antlers. A leather bound book sat next to the shrine. “Don’t worry I didn’t read your little diary.”

 

“What–”

 

“You’re getting all in your head about him again, aren’t you, baby? You think just because he’s back playing with the little princessa you’ve got a chance? Don’t delude yourself, Voxxy. He didn’t want you then and he won’t want you now. Icing me out isn’t going to help. What are you saving yourself for him or something?  That old fossil couldn’t get his dick up with a whole bottle of viagra.”

 

Electricity popped off the edges of Vox’s holographic box. “Fuck you, Val!”

 

“I’d love it if you’d let me, baby, that's what I’ve been trying to tell you! We need each other in times like these.” Val moved closer taking a long drag of his cigarette blowing out heart shaped clouds of smoke. “I’ll even let you call me by his name, amorcito.”

 

“Shut up.” Vox bristled.

 

“Come on baby. I’ll fuck you from behind and you can pretend its him.”

 

“Leave!”

 

Anger flashed on Val's face and his wings twitched threateningly, but in the end the moth only shrugged. “Suit yourself, but don’t come crying to me when you get blue balls.” Val walked towards the door. “Remember I don’t judge, baby. We never judged each other, can’t say someone else wouldn’t. You might be a good fuck, Voxxy, but you’re also a pathetic one with a face made for day time television only.”

 

“I’m not one of your whores anyway.”

 

“You’re right. I think I’ll go bury my dick in a nice plump ass rather than a flat board. Have fun fantasizing about you little radio demon, Voxxy!” Valentino laughed and made his way out of Vox’s apartment with a harsh slam of the door. As if to reiterate Val’s insult, Vox’s pajama pants slipped a little, barley held up by the jut of his hip bone. With a frustrated grown Vox hiked up his pants and tightened the stings. His electric walls falling down, destroyed like his self esteem. He really didn’t need the constant reminders that he was nothing to look at. He was well aware, but…Alastor didn’t seem to mind.

 

“Well aren’t you just the cat’s meow. Didn’t know a fella could have a style like that.”

 

The TV demon stepped towards the alter on his media console with hope in his heart. A type of delusional hope only a devout believer could muster. Alastor loved to dress him up, so surely that meant he enjoyed looking at him, right? Even if he didn’t find Vox sexy. Apparently no one did, so what did it matter? He thought back to his conversation with Velette. Her mention of things like aesthetic attraction. The idea that Alastor found him pretty. Other strange words like ace and asexual. He’d never looked into it. It didn’t seem important, not when there was so much Vox was trying to figure out. How to make Alastor love him. How to get his happily ever after once his lie came to light. How to get rid of this guilt he felt in his chest every time he thought about the headaches plaguing the radio demon. After a month of spending so much time together, after a previous month of tender love making, he wanted Alastor to remember. He wanted the demon’s forgiveness. To love him and be loved by him. Not because of some deal they made or plot Vox had conjured up, but really love him. To have Alastor gently lay him down and fuck him again like he had done the month before. Vox wouldn’t ruin it this time by begging to be degraded, he would be good. He wanted to be good for his dom. For once he believed he could be good. To behave and not let greed and doubt get in the way. To be Alastor’s perfect doll, his dress up toy, his mischievous cat, his devoted acolate. It didn’t matter. Vox would fall to his knees for Alastor in a heartbeat if he would just love him.

 

If he’d just forgive him.

 

The media overlord laughed at himself. Eyes running over the altar. He took a cautious step forward. How could Alastor ever love him once he found out what he’d done? Vox wanted him to remember so badly, but what was the point? He kneeled down in front of the shrine his god had provided for him, ready to pray for a miracle. His hand running over the leather bound book next to Alastor’s signature radio. He flipped it open to the first page.

 

Radius

 

The word was written in red ink boldly on the cover page. It was the root word of radio, latin meaning ray of light. Alastor, the radio demon who tortured Vox with sensual shadows and whispers only he could pick up on, positioned himself as a god of light. A sun for Vox to worship. A being that was capable of exposing every secret, penetrating the darkness and alight the truth. Vox wanted to confess. So badly he wanted to let Alastor know what he had done, why he had done it, and most of all he wanted the light of forgiveness to illuminate him.

 

“Forgive me for the pain my choices have caused those around me, and give me wisdom as I navigate the consequences of my decision.” He whispered, remembering the prayer he’d been forced to recite as Alastor’s tongue tortured him slowly during the chastity prompt. Blue claws traced over the edge of the pages, hooked on paper and flipping to the next section. Vox’s mind was full of images, memories of every encounter he’s had with Alastor these past few months, no, this past year. It had already been a year since Vox had initially begged for Alastor to reinstate their deal. Their first encounter had been a cult reenactment requested by Vox. Their second had been Alastor's favorite scene, the stalk market crash. A scene they had played out before, more than seven years ago when they had been distant and more tame. Less adventures. When Alastor had been less giving and not at all receptive to Vox’s affection. Vox had always wanted to be underneath Alastor and Alastor had always wanted to see Vox desperate.

 

 For a whole year they’d carried out their deal faithfully. For a whole year Vox  believed that if he could at least have Alastor sexually once a month everything would be fine. For months he believed if he couldn’t possess Alastor’s heart he could at least bargain for his body. The page turned again with a flutter of paper and Vox pressed his palm over the commandments written in red ink. A guide on how to worship his god. As if he didn’t already know.

 

Vox chuckled at himself, at the past he shared with Alastor, at the delusions he’d held, and the mistakes he made to keep false hope alive. He laughed at how stupid he had been, how cowardly. Unable to figure out how to love and be loved in death, just like in life. Being objectified and taken advantage of. Loving every minute of it but desperately wanting more. Repeatedly indulging in sex in hopes that it meant something. In hopes that it would convince Alastor that Vox was worthwhile. That he was good enough to love. 

 

“ Because it won’t be enough.”

 

Only to find out that was the wrong approach. A few months ago when he revived from bleeding out to see Alastor in a panic, he’d put love on hold just to keep being able to indulge in Alastor’s body. In his harsh touch and his harsh words. Vox closed his eyes curling his fingers against the page as he recalled the feeling of Alastor’s warm skin underneath his bare bloody fingertips. He shivered as he recalled the tender way Alastor had made love to him when he was at his lowest. When he’d felt like nothing but an object to be used. Alastor had praised him and cherished him and now Vox would give up all the sex in the world just to have that one more time and really appreciate it. He’d give up every Tuesday for the rest of eternity just to have Alastor love him like that again. It wasn’t even about the sex anymore. It was about the dancing and the protective glint in angry eyes whenever the subject of Valentino came up. It was about squeezing in lunch at the cafe on a busy day. It was about waking up to a home cooked breakfast and being dressed up like he was the most beautiful thing in the world.

 

Sure Vox still wanted to have sex. Sure he wanted to feel safe losing himself in subspace and really letting go, knowing his dom would be there to take care of him. To stretch his limbs and run him a hot bath, to ask what he liked…if the sex had been good enough. It had always been good enough, it had always been just right. They had always mingled together like two halves of one whole. Made for one another. Alastor giving and Vox receiving. Vox loved to receive whatever Alastor gave no matter how infrequent. So of course he still wanted the sex, but it seemed to pale in comparison to the love Alastor could give if he just let himself. Maybe that’s what asexuality meant. Maybe that's what Velvette was trying to convey.  A love not shown with desire for the body but the soul. Not that Vox felt his soul was any less ugly than his body, but at least Alastor seemed to appreciate it despite its flaws.

 

Hopefully, despite mistakes made.

Chapter 26: Worship Part: 2

 

Everyone in hell believed there were no churches in the pride ring. And they would have been correct, but Vox had created a sacred space within his home for worship. Every morning as commanded by the book of Radius Vox would kneel in front of the old cathedral radio, turn it on and pray to his god. He would pray for a good day at work, for wisdom and guidance and the only response he would get was the soft static buzz of empty airways. Vox knew Alastor was listening, knew he heard every word muttered in prayer. But gods did not speak unless you were their prophet. Vox hadn’t earned that, not when he had taken Alastor’s agency away. Taken the memory of the power he held over Vox, the pure loving devotion his sub had for him. The TV demon would pray to a god he had no evidence of, just like he had held on to a love he hadn’t known was returned.

 

Cyan eyes stared at the radio. Still, selfishly, Vox wanted to hear Alastor’s voice, he wanted confirmation that the radio demon was there. Vox always wanted always pushed. He was insatiable and he’d indulged in the body of his lord, consumed by him, and now cast out of heaven. Cold and removed from the love Alastor could give. It was Vox’s own doing. He chose damnation with a hypnotic eye. The only way back was through repentance. The TV demon opened his mouth to speak, to start his prayer, but stopped suddenly. Guilt rose up in the pit of his stomach as he thought about confessing. Thought about what he really wanted to tell Alastor. He thought about seeking his god’s forgiveness, but it didn't seem right. It seemed cowardly to seek redemption when Alastor wasn’t here in front of him. It seemed selfish to confess just to get a reaction from the silent radio. Still Vox wondered if Alastor was waiting for him. If perhaps his dom was ready to receive a spark to get the game going. Vox had no idea. He sat in silence, conflicted. Wanting to get lost in the game, but finding himself in real prayer. Hoping, reflecting, wishing. Wanting a sign of his god's love.

 

“This morning I find myself struggling with my conscience, oh lord.” Vox muttered letting his eyes close. A tingle went up his antenna as if Alastor were acknowledging him. As if he was on the edge of his seat waiting for Vox to speak. Of course he wasn’t. Or at least Vox wouldn’t know if he was, since Alastor wasn’t here in front of him. Vox felt so disconnected from his dom. His heart sank as he opened his mouth again. Hands pressed together in prayer quivered. “I have had impure thoughts.”

 

He was steering away from a real confession he wanted to make, instead playing into the game. Hiding the truth so he could keep hold of the fantasy. He was pathetic, but he couldn't stop. “I am struggling with the commandment of celibacy, and my hand has strayed.”

 

Vox wanted to be punished. He wanted to anger his dom, to get a response from him, to get some sort of acknowledgement. To know that he meant something, anything to Alastor. He was too afraid to admit the actual wrong doing he’d done, too cowardly to give up the game at this moment. The hypnosis would wear off, and perhaps Vox could find the strength to say something before then. But it had to be in person. Alastor deserved a real confession, not some half hearted prayer. 

 

“I’ve touched myself thinking of tender touches, and kisses. I’ve let my hand stray and imagine your light spilling over my body. I’ve found myself believing myself worthy of a god’s touch.” Vox whispered. In a way he was testing the water. Giving a small sin to see if he could be forgiven. Vox, despite everything, desired to be forgiven. To be seen at his lowest, his weakest, his dirtiest and still be perceived as a precious doll to be cherished. He knew he was unclean. Having had Valentino’s hands defile him, having begged Alastor to do the same. Vox wanted pain, he wanted degradation, and he still wanted to be loved. Yet he sabotaged it all. Played god in a way Alastor didn’t deserve and wasn’t aware of. He wanted his dom so bad, but he wasn’t worthy. Not now, not after what he had done. Not after making him forget. Not after breaking his trust. “Do you forgive me? Do you forgive me for thinking myself worthy of such indulgence from you? A mere mortal desiring to lay with a god?”

 

There was a long silence and just as Vox thought perhaps Alastor wasn’t on the other side listening, a crackling sound came from the speakers. “Build me a throne of opulence to show your devotion within twelve days and perhaps I will reward you with my presence during your evening prayer.”

 

The TV demon felt hollow as the radio cut out, his hands falling to his sides. He rested on his knees hating himself for not delivering his real confession. Though he held on to the request, to the next part of the game, his new task. He stood slowly and walked towards his apartment door sparing a single glance over his shoulder at the shrine on his media stand, before exiting and zapping into a nearby camera to start his work day.

 

Vox found himself a bit distracted during his work. He debated on how best to create a space that would honor his devotion. He’d thought of erecting a chapel, building it from the ground up and filling it with all the things he knew Alastor would love. However, considering how long building time was taking with the cinema, Vox doubted he could achieve that in twelve days' time. So instead he went looking for available real estate that he could modify.

 

Real estate was harder to come by now that sinners weren’t being purged by legions of angels, but still there were some abandoned places within the Vee’s entertainment district that Vox pulled up on a surveillance camera. He always kept an eye on all of the properties in his territory. Scouting for filming locations, or just knowing which souls he owned and where they lived. He kept an eye on all the clubs Valentino ran, and all the retail outlets Velvette managed. The media overlord had records on every building within his empire. There was one in particular that the TV demon had ignored since the last extermination. It was a small building that used to hold a club that was set up like a stereotypical harem. Like the many classical paintings that depicted a westernized fantasy of the east. Women lounging on piles of pillows, or dancing with finger symbols. Fanciful wishes rather than anything actually accurate. But that’s what the Vees did, feed into fantasy no matter how depraved. Valentino hadn’t had any interest in keeping up with the club though and when the sinner who had been in charge was killed the building was forgotten about. The souls that had worked there and were owned by Val were just sent to work at a strip club or became new stars of a x rated film.

 

Now the building, with its courtyard seemed perfect for conversion, and so Vox pulled up the floor plans and made adjustments. Turning the courtyard into a large atrium with a glass dome over it. New plants would have to be planted, perhaps he could find ones that would remind Alastor of his beloved home. Coneflowers, milkweed, honeysuckles, a boutique of flowers planted into the unforgiving dirt of hell. A garden of eden for his god to dwell in.

 

Rooms that had once served as lounging areas or private getaways were opened up and converted into a living space with a small open area for dancing and a kitchen with an island just big enough for two to dine. Maybe churches weren’t this domestic, but Vox was determined to provide a space for Alastor to indulge any desire he had. If he wanted to cook, it would be on the best stove money could buy, with an oven capable of roasting a whole head if need be. If he wanted to dance it would be on the smoothest wood floor, buffed and shined. If he wanted to listen to music there would be a speaker in every room connected to a stereo set up with a turntable that would automatically put on the next record so Alastor wouldn’t have to lift a finger. If he wanted to rest his feet, there would be an armchair and ottoman for him to sink into next to a gas fireplace. If he wanted a bath there would be a tub big enough for two and a walk-in shower with two separate shower heads in case he wanted some space. Most importantly, if Alastor wanted to reward Vox for his devotion there would be a room with a king sized bed and silk pillow cases so he wouldn't have to fuss with his hair too much come morning.

 

Vox wanted their sanctuary to be perfect. To show Alastor how much he cared…how sorry he was for all the headaches he’d cause. It had to be perfect, so that the radio demon would accept him, keep him, love him. It had to be worth it. It had to show that Vox was worth holding onto, worth loving, despite his transgression. It had to show that he knew Alastor more than anyone. That he cared for the redhead’s comfort, for his safety, and that he’d never push him, never cage him. He wanted to give his dom a kingdom to rule, and he wanted to be a subject within it.

 

Vox pulled up Velvette's contact and dialed her in, projecting the call onto one of his many screens not occupied by his blueprint designs and notes.

 

“What is it?” The grumpy voice of his colleague answered.

 

“Velvette, I was hoping you’d be able to assist me with an interior design project!” Vox’s voice was chirpy, his own brand of manipulation to beg for what he wanted. He didn’t think Velvette could resist the opportunity at designing and decorating but considering she already sounded a bit annoyed, Vox thought it best to lay on the charms. “You know if you left it up to me I’d paint everything pale lime and have a pink tiled bathroom.”

 

“Darling, of all the fabulous modern design that came out of your time, you’re going to pick the ugliest?” There was a sigh. “What are you planning?”

 

Vox grinned wide, his screen brightening mischievously knowing he had his business partner on the hook. “Well there is this place I wanted to give a redesign too.”

 

**

Despite Alastor’s sure and confident steps, despite his wide sadistic smile, he felt very small as Rosie ushered him into her backroom for a spot of tea. His head was pounding with a subtle headache he had been unable to shake for days now. It was making it hard to think, and so he’d come to Rosie to get his thoughts straight. He trusted his old friend and she was kind enough not to  bring up any of his past outbursts. She always eased him into conversation and eventually stabbed him with a revelation he did not want to face. Today though he was ready to face something, and work through it, no matter how clumsily. Rosie had witnessed the blossoming feelings that Alastor had refused to acknowledge, and today she would have the joy of being proven right. Alastor hated the thought. Not because Rosie would gloat, but because she would coo and awe. For whatever reason the woman was a bleeding heart for romance. All the husbands she’d killed and she still believed in love. Perhaps she was just weeding people out, one by one until she found the love of her afterlife. Either way she enjoyed giving romantic advice more than anything. Even when it hadn’t been asked for.

 

“I am in need of your expertise.” Alastor looked up over his cup of tea bracing himself for whatever reaction the pale faced woman would have.

 

“Oh?” Rosie perked up with a sharp smile. “Finally ready to be the fool and allow yourself a bit of joy?”

 

“I am far from joyful about these revelations, dear. In fact I wish I hadn’t…hadn’t said anything.”

 

“Alastor! Oh my stars you didn’t! Did you tell Vox you love him?” Rosie almost jumped across the table out of excitement.

 

“No! I'm not an idiot!” Alastor leaned back in his chair, smile more of a defensive snarl than anything else. His eye twitched with pain, but he ignored it. It had become easier and easier to ignore the continuous pain of his head. Though the floating sounds of Vox’s voice didn’t help. It was almost as if Alastor could hear his sub’s every prayer even when he didn't have his radio tuned. At times he could even swear he heard Vox tell him he loved him. Which if true, only made Alastor feel sick. He worried and dreaded hearing those words again from Vox. Seven years ago he ran from those words, and even now it struck fear into his heart. “I did let it slip in front of Charlie that I may be in love, and she’s been insufferable ever since. Asking about the status of the relationship, asking if I need someone to talk to.”

 

“Well obviously you do or you wouldn’t be here.” Rosie pointed out with a cocky smile. Alastor looked at the ceiling and hummed in annoyance. He regretted coming here. He regretted saying anything at the hotel. He regretted having these feelings. He didn’t want to deal with them. He didn't want to face them. He just wanted everything to go back to normal, but he’d opened his stupid mouth and that’s why he couldn’t risk telling Vox how he felt. Words changed everything, and the changes he’d already witnessed from the people around him were too sickly sweet to bear. He couldn’t stomach it, he couldn’t do this. He wanted nothing to change between him and Vox. Still his head ached, and now on occasion he could swear even his heart ached. Wasn’t that just silly? To have an aching heart and a throbbing head, all while dealing with the nausea of love. He couldn’t fathom why anyone wanted this. Why anyone would want to be in love.

 

“How do I make it stop?” The statement was said softly and it surprised Alastor at how pathetic it sounded. It didn’t help when he looked up to see pity on his friend's face.

 

“Oh sweetheart, why would you want to make it stop?” Rosie reached out a hand and Alastor pulled his arm away. A simple friendly touch would be too much. Alastor wanted to escape his body. It had become a prison. An echo chamber of Vox’s voice, of a love confession that couldn’t possibly be real. It played back memories of his mother’s funeral, and the heartache Alastor had felt in burying her. He saw images of bloody hands but they were not stained red but rather blue. Fluorescent blue like Vox’s sweet blood. Blood that was pushed through a strange body that Alastor cherished, by a metronome heart he loved to listen to. The beating of Vox’s heart echoed along with gurgled words of ‘I love you,’ and Alastor knew none of it was real. That Vox knew better, and had never uttered those words again. That Vox knew better than to love a demon who had no idea how to be gentle or loving. Alastor could never be anything but heartless, and that’s why his chest ached so badly, because Vox got his heart all a flutter. He wasn’t made for this. It was driving him crazy. It was making him delusional.

 

Hopeful.

 

“Because I don't enjoy the way people fawn over this stupid little feeling. I don’t want the expectations. I don’t want this Rosie.”

 

“Well you’re not going to get rid of it.” Rosie proclaimed rather sternly. “Alastor this is the second go around. You’ve stumbled into love for a second time with the exact same demon, and this time you can’t run off for another seven years!”

 

“You make it sound like I left solely because of him!”

 

“Well didn’t you?”

 

“Not exactly.” It was a lie, a lie he’d told himself for years. That he’d left to take care of other business, to find a way out of his own restraining deal. Truthfully he just didn’t want another chain around his neck, and Vox’s love had felt like just that. Another chain dragging him down and holding him back. A cage to add to his clipped wings.

 

“Why can’t you just embrace this, Alastor? Why not just let it be?”

 

“Because it won’t work Rosie! I am simply not built for…for… love!” His chest hurt and he looked desperately at Rosie. For a moment her eyes looked more brown than black, her hair more curly, and her skin a rich ebony rather than a pale white. For a moment Rosie looked like his mother, and Alastor was sure he was going mad. Red eyes looked away and fingers came to message at his temple. His head was throbbing, a persistent knocking at a closed door. A door he was too afraid to open. A door he was holding shut so it wouldn’t be knocked down. Whatever was behind that door was too dangerous to let out. It had to be held back, but his head hurt so much and he was getting tired.

 

“Everyone is built for love, Alastor. In one way or another. The love of a friend, the love of a partner, the love of a parent.” Alastor looked up knowing the last statement was a calculated response. The only love he had truly ever felt was from his mother. That love had made sense to him, and he emulated it with his own form of caregiving. The desire to care for, to make life easier for someone. To feed them and hold them. To make sure they looked their best, and had the support they needed. That was simple, that was fine, and that had never been enough, because people wanted romance, and grand gestures. They wanted to be swept off their feet and danced into a soft bed where they would be kissed and shown passion. There was nothing romantic about having someone look over your calendar and force you to take breaks, was there? There was nothing romantic about someone keeping your home tidy and having a simple meal ready after a long day's work, right? There was nothing romantic about having someone take control away from you for a few hours so you could let your mind rest.

 

Yet all those things Vox desired. Simple little things that Alastor could do. Simple mundane things Alastor didn’t mind doing to show he cared. In his own way.

 

“Why do people put so much value in love and romance? It seems impractical. Why do they let it change everything?” Alastor mused.

 

“Well it’s rather thrilling to have someone love you.” Rosie said with a chuckle.

 

“Not for me, dear. I am not thrilled. I am apprehensive.”

 

“Well, maybe that's because you are so hung up on the idea that love has to look a certain way, Alastor. When really it doesn’t.” Rosie gave him a sad look. “Love can be whatever you and Vox want it to be.”

 

“I doubt we desire the same things. In fact I know that we are mismatched.” Alastor wanted to believe all the reassurance Vox had given. He wanted to believe that he could be enough, but he just didn't trust himself. This all seemed too important to fail. He couldn’t stand it if this went the way it did with Mimzy. If Vox became just another friend bitter at not being loved properly.

 

“Well sometimes you look at two puzzle pieces and you are convinced they don’t fit. But you keep turning them around and trying to connect them until you find the one spot where they fit perfectly together.”

 

“That’s rather sentimental, my dear. I detest how sappy people become about this topic.”

 

“I have to find a way to get through that thick skull of yours, and metaphors are helpful when you are so adamant about denying yourself!” Rosie poured herself another cup of tea. “Things might change if you get the courage to actually tell him how you feel, Alastor. But you are allowed to negotiate the type of changes you want.”

 

“Negotiation is as romantic as scheduled sex. I’m sure.”

 

“Yes, and Vox doesn't seem to mind your schedule, and he’s a wonderful businessman who is very skilled at negotiation.” Rosie reassured.  Alastor still felt apprehensive and a part of him dreaded facing Vox this coming Friday. It was becoming so hard not to say anything. So hard to listen to Vox’s prayers and not want to confess. Not to tell the TV demon how beautiful his submission was. How gorgeous his devotion. It was getting harder and harder to keep pretending like Alastor wasn’t head over heels in love.

 

And it still frightened him.

 

Rosie reached out like a reassuring mother. Her thumb stroked the back of Alastor’s hand. “One little word can change everything, and I know it’s frightening, and you don’t want to lose his friendship, Al, but I think you two have been dancing around this long enough. Pretending not to love each other is the longest roleplay you two have ever engaged in.”

 

“What if words aren’t enough?” Alastor paused his head throbbing with the sound of a glitching voice. He pushed it aside frustrated with the nearly ever present headache. He had enough to think about, enough to worry about without this new torture tormenting him almost hourly. He pulled his hand away and cradled his head. “What if I’m not enough?”

 

“That’s not really for you to decide, Alastor.”

 

“I know.” He did know because Vox had told him so many times before and in so many ways that he was enough. “But what if it doesn’t last? What if I can’t keep this going? If I say something it opens the door to—” Alastor hummed in annoyance. He didn’t know what it would open the door to. Romance? A whole different arrangement between them? A different dynamic he wasn’t ready for? Confirmation that he was broken and could never be enough if their deal was undone. Fear clenched around Alastor’s heart, and he realised it wasn’t so much that he was afraid he was in love, but that he had no plan. There was no certainty. There was no upper hand in this. If Alastor admitted he was in love, he was opening himself up to vulnerability, to losing control.

 

“If opens the door to whole new possibilities, Al, and who knows you might like where the door leads. Especially if you’re walking through it with Vox. Just tell him. I’m sure he’d be ecstatic. That demon’s been head over heels for you for decades. I’m positive he will listen and if there is a need to negotiate he will. He’ll respect you and your boundaries Alastor, but you have to speak up.”

 

Alastor looked down at his hand not wanting to meet Rosie’s gaze. There was a moment the radio demon thought he saw blue blood staining his hands. He closed his eyes tightly as a headache bloomed, mixing with the queasy fear of failure. Of ripping Vox’s heart out and crushing it in hands that were still learning how to be tender. Rosie’s white hand wiped away the image of blood as she reached for him again.

 

“Let yourself have this, Alastor. Don’t run away this time, just tell him how you feel.” 

 

Alastor looked up at his long time friend and nodded. He couldn’t disagree. Rosie had witness this game he’d been playing for years. She had predicted the outcome long ago. “I…will.”

 

**

 

The media overlord flitted about the newly renovated home lighting candles with a leather bound book in hand. Digital eyes scanned over the list of materials needed to summon his god. Everything had to be perfect. So far the new home Vox had created seemed perfect. Velvette had decorated it with modern furnishings. Sharp lines and geometric shapes were broken up by organic decor hung on the wall. Antlers above a warm fireplace. Plants in the corners by round victorian end tables, next to blocky square armchairs. Blues and reds mixed togethers with the occasional pop of purple. Sturdy dark wood bookshelves were pushed against bluish gray walls, and animal skulls held books in place. The kitchen was bright and sleek with a tiled backsplash and an old fashioned gas stove. It was the perfect tasteful mix of new and old. Everything Vox would want a home shared with Alastor to be.  Shaky finger lit the last candle which sat on a crystal dish near a bush of honey suckles. Vox looked around the atrium taking in all of the flowers he’d killed and tortured to get. Seedling he’d bribed to get from earth, flourishing plants he’d tortured a sinner with plant magic to make thrive. Blue claws traced over the thick blades of grass, thinking of the blood spilled to make this sanctuary perfect. A sacrifice to his god. He crawled towards the radio which sat in an iron garden chair, and switched it on. He bit digital lips listening to the scratching sound of the radio as he turned the dial. For a brief moment a prayer was sent up to heaven from hell below.

 

“Please, forgive me.” Perhaps it was one of the first sincere prayers for redemption ever spoken, and perhaps if it had encompassed the other multitudes of sins Vox had committed he’d be given mercy. Perhaps if Charlie had been there to guide him, he would have been successful at leaving hell behind. But as it was, the prayer was not directed at anyone who had the power to pull Vox from the fiery pits of hell. Instead it was directed at the radio demon, who hadn’t heard it. 

 

The radio tuned into the right channel and with another shaky breath Vox pressed his hands together in prayer. “Please lord bless me with your light and shine upon this sanctuary I have built dedicated to you. I pray that you will find my humble offering suitable and that you may walk with me so that I can behold your glory.”

 

Shadows cast by bushes and flowers stretched out before disappearing like the noon sun had risen. A pinprick of darkness appeared above the radio slowly expanding larger and larger until it was clear a portal was opening. Vox’s mouth felt dry as he watched Alastor’s grand entrance. He stepped out of the shadows elegantly with his usual smile, and Vox had to put effort into forming his own smile. Putting on his own mask to hide his guilt. Candles flickered and were snuffed out as tentacles reached for them. Stretching out like an explosion before drawing back into the portal which shrank and disappeared taking the radio with it.

 

Red eyes scanned over the garden, and Alastor let out an appreciative hum. “Looks like my disciple has been rather busy.”

 

Vox stood up. “Only the best for you, sir.” Alastor walked towards a patch of cone flowers. “I..uh tried to get flowers native to Louisiana.”

 

“I see.” Alastor's tone was flat and hard to read. He walked around the small atrium, and Vox followed behind like a lost puppy. He wanted to be praised, to know he had done something right, that he was capable of pleasing Alastor. That maybe this could be the first step towards forgiveness. But his god seemed distant. “Oh I haven't seen these in ages.”

 

The redhead stopped in front of a large bush of small flowers, his mask relaxing intona soft smile. Vox came to stand next to him, chest feeling tight, still trying to gauge the other’s odd mood. Red tipped fingers brushed against the honeysuckles. They were a bright white rarely seen in the pits of hell. Sharp fingers plucked a bloom from a branch and Alastor turned to Vox, his smile holding an unfamiliar emotion. The TV demon’s heart fluttered as he looked into Alastor’s smiling face. There was a softness there, and an ambivalence never seen before. This didn’t seem like a dress rehearsal. This didn’t feel like they were lost in one of their month-long plays. It felt raw, and Vox thought perhaps there was a reason why he had felt so disconnected from his dom every time he prayed. Alastor had always been so confident but in this moment as he held the small fragile bloom he seemed almost scared. Afraid that he would crush the soft petals between his fingers. He maneuvered it gently to hold the flower at the top, careful not to crush the long stamin.

 

“Do you know why they are called honeysuckles, dear?”

 

“No.” Vox answered honestly, swaying closer to Alastor as if pulled by some unseen gravity. That smile. It was so odd, and so real. Vox couldn’t help but be drawn in by that smile. It held a promise…a secret. Vox took a step back remembering his own secret. Alastor’s smile wavered for a moment, and he swallowed, lifting his hands up. This didn’t feel like a game. There was something between them. And though Vox knew what he was holding back, he had no idea what could be on Alastor’s mind. Vox stepped close again. Where they dancing? Swaying back and forth, both holding something back, both so desperate to fall into one another’s arms. 

 

Both tired of pretending.

 

Vox’s heart was beating so hard Alastor must be able to hear it. He must be able to hear the sound of Vox’s fans buzzing as red fingers came close to the bottom of his screen. Sharp nails pinched the end of the flower cutting into little white petals.

 

“Open your mouth for me, and stick out your tongue.”

 

Vox obeyed. Like any other time, Vox obeyed his dom’s command. Not because they were in a scene, because it didn’t feel like they were, but because he loved being with Alastor in this way. Trusting him, and releasing control. He let his mind go blank. He didn’t think of the fear he held in his thoughts or the desperate hope thumping in his heart. He let himself just be. Be close to Alastor, be directed by him, and he was rewarded sweetly for his obedience. The stamin of the flower was dragged across his tongue and a small concentration of nectar soaked into his taste buds, blooming into a flavor similar to honey but twice as sweet. That small little flower held within it such a strong flavor it was almost impossible to believe. Alastor had expertly coaxed it out, letting Vox get a taste. Something about the simple intimacy of being so close and having Alastor give him this new experience made Vox’s knees weak.

 

“Were you able to taste it? The little flowers don’t hold much, sometimes the nectar doesn't come out–”

 

“It was sweet.” Vox interrupted in aw, looking into Alastor’s eyes. “There wasn’t much of it, but it was the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted.”

 

“Would you like another, dear?” Alastor’s smile was indulging and Vox’s leg shook as he nodded. Gently the radio demon plucked another small bloom, pinching the end and holding his hand up waiting for Vox to open his mouth. Vox stuck out his tongue keeping eye contact, wanting to see Alastor as he tasted the sweetness. A shared memory as the redhead brought him into his world. A world long passed but never forgotten. A home cherished and loved. Perhaps a home Vox could be a part of. The drop of nectar landed on his tongue and he hummed with pleasure. Wanting to share his enjoyment. Red ears flicked approvingly at the sound, and lips hovered close. White petals fell to the ground, and Vox couldn’t bear it anymore. But Alstor was pulling him close  just as Vox’s knees became weak. A wide pam  rested on a firm chest. Cyan eyes looked into red and a flash of fear brought the memory of hypnotic eyes. Dazed and confused fighting the lies Vox fed them. The TV demon looked away letting his gaze land on gentle lips.

 

“Vox I…”

 

“Don’t…” Vox whispered knowing he would be heard. Alastor always listened to him. Unlike Valentino, his dom always listened to him. How had Vox repaid that respect? With wiped memories and selfishness. “I know better…”

 

“I know you do dear, but this time around I’ve seemed to have forgotten. You see I find myself falling—“

 

“No, no!” Vox pushed away from Alastor. He couldn’t let those words leave the redhead's lips. Not when those words had hurt his dom before. Not when he couldn’t remember the pain those words had caused when Vox spoke them months ago. The TV demon  fell to his knees suddenly. Alastor seemed taken aback and cyan eyes looked up into confused red orbs. This wasn’t a game. It wasn’t a usual Friday evening meeting. There was something between them, something similar to that night Alastor had gently made love to him. But before it could blossom Vox had to speak.The TV demon knelt before his god feeling unworthy. Holding on to that sweet taste. That small little drop of hope. This had to be done, he had to repent. He had to confess before the hypnosis wore off, before Alastor said something he would regret. Vox pressed his hands together in prayer. “Dear lord, forgive me for the pain my choices have caused you, and give me wisdom as I navigate the consequences of my decision”

 

“What are you going on about? Listen, I am trying to tell you something, dear.”

 

“So am I!” Vox looked pleadingly up at Alastor, his eyes swirling. “Remember, please remember.”

 

Alastor hummed in pained confusion and his hands twitched toward his temple but dropped away trying to focus on his sub. Vox went back to his confession seeing the hypnosis wouldn’t break with will power alone. “Months ago in a moment of weakness as I reveled in your glory, oh lord, I spoke forbidden words. Words you warned me never to utter again. Words I fear will leave your lips now.”

 

“Vox–?”

 

“I was a coward and played god, taking away your memory of the moment out of fear that you would leave me.” Vox shut his eyes tight, dread filling his stomach.

 

“What are you saying?”

 

Vox looked up ready to face whatever punishment would be delivered unto him. “I love you Alastor. I said as much on the night I bled out in your bayou. I love you and I didn't want to lose you, so I hypnotized you and convinced you it never happened. The headaches are a side effect” Alastor was eerily still, his smile a blank crescent giving away nothing. Red eyes stared blankly and Vox wondered if the memory was replaying in Alastor's head. If the hypnosis finally broke now that Vox had confessed. It felt like ages and Alastor didn’t move. Anxiety crawled up Vox’s throat and the only way he could think to relieve it was to keep talking.

 

“I’m sorry.” He crawled closer, hands still pressed together in prayer as he shuffled on his knees. “I’m so sorry sir. You were so upset. I couldn’t stand to see you that way–”

 

Alastor started to shake and Vox shut up immediately watching as trembling hands came up to bury themselves in bright red strands of hair. There was a low distorted laughter, and Vox hesitantly reached for his dom. “Al?”

 

“I killed you…” Alastor’s breath was coming in shallow pants, fingernails digging into his skull. He crumbled onto the floor crouching and rocking back and forth. Vox reached for his hand trying to pry it away, but Alastor had already drawn blood. It dripped down his face like tears as he continued to laugh. “You asked me to love you and I killed you…”

 

“I’m ok, Alastor. I didn’t tap out. I was ok with everything that happened. I tried to say green.”

 

“I ripped your fucking throat out Vox!” Alastor yelled voice distorted and dark. “And you being the greedy idiot you are, told me again you loved me.” Alastor dragged his hands down his face, eyes looking around wildly as if he was trying to make sense of the lost memory. Piecing it all together to fit into their relationship. A relationship which had changed so much, since that day. A relationship that had morphed into something real, and VOx was afraid it would all come crashing down. But nothing could be real without the truth.

 

“I know, and I still do.” Vox whispered, grabbing Alastor’s bloody hands, desperate to make him understand. “I know you love me too, Al. I just…I couldn’t let you say it. Not without knowing.” The radio demon pulled his hands away, fury contorting his face as he glared into Vox’s screen. The stare was icy and it would have frightened a lesser demon but all Vox saw was his dom dropping. All he could think about was helping. He reached for hands again wanting to connect to reassure but Alastor wouldn’t let him. He stood up towering over him, antlers cracking like thunder as they speared the air.

 

“Why in all the seven rings of hell would you love me!?” Alastor’s body was contorting with anger…no self loathing. There was a high pitched frequency rattling Box’s brain that sounded like wailing. His dom was dropping and Vox had to catch him. This was all his doing. Taking away that memory taking away his dom’s control was the worst thing he could have ever done. It was selfish and any desire for forgiveness was overshadowed by the pain consuming Alastor’s smile. “How could you love someone like me? A monster!”

 

“Because I do, Al! This is hell, we’re all monsters!” The TV demon stood, unafraid. He stared into red glowing eyes even as Alastor grew taller in his destress. Vox never thought being a submissive made him weak. No matter what Valentino said, no matter what anyone else thought of him. He was anything but weak, and he knew the power he held right now as a devotee. He had to catch his dom, to bring him back from the dark corners of his mind. To guide Alastor out and see he wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t cruel. He was considerate and caring and gentle when he needed to be. Vox had to show his dom that his desire for control, his enjoyment of Vox’s pain, and the sadistic little thrill he got from inflicting it wasn't the only thing he was. Vox as a sub was strong enough to love the dark and the rejected parts of his dom and allow him to explore those parts without shame. The shame that was slowly consuming him and turning him into a distorted version of himself out of protection. An attempt to frighten Vox away with his god like grandeur. Well it wasn’t going to work. Vox knew that he could reach Alastor and calm him down instead. That was the power he held as the radio demon’s submissive, as a follower of his light and his darkness. “I wish I could stop. I should know better but I love you anyway. All of you, every part.”

 

Alastor’s spidery fingers reached out for Vox threateningly. Blood dripping from the corner of a smile so wide, stitches appeared at the corners as if to silence any truth. But the truth could be clearly seen in Alastor’s eyes. He was in pain, wrestling with guilt and the desire to touch Vox. To love him. The TV demon stepped closer rather than retreated and Alastor’s oversized hand pulled away.

 

“I can’t do this.” The radio demon said deflating suddenly, anger replaced by fear as his eyes grew wide and almost childlike. It was like whiplash. Vox wrapping his arms around his partner, determined to shield him from his own mind. Determined to make sure he wouldn’t fall to the shame, that he wouldn’t drop. That he wouldn’t runaway like he did seven years ago. “I shouldn’t have thought we…I killed you…I can’t do this.”

 

 “It’s ok, you’re ok. I’m safe.”

 

Alastor gave a half-hearted struggle. Not liking the reassurance, wanting to escape the tenderness as if it burned him. But Vox held on because he knew it was all for show. “I killed you!”

 

“I’m ok. I’m safe.”

 

“I dragged your dead body back to Vtower because I wanted to throw you away, Vox! I killed you and I didn’t care!”

 

“If you didn’t care then why are you so upset? Why is murder a hard limit between us if you don’t care?” Vox asked softly, holding Alastor close to his heart. Chests pressed together in hopes that the radio demon would feel how much Vox loved him, despite it all.

 

“Let go Vox!”

 

“What were you about to tell me before I confessed, if you don’t care?”

 

“It’s not enough!” Alastor glared at him. “I am not made for this. I killed you! And I’ll do it again because that is all I have, so let me go!”

 

“No!” Digital eyes looked with determination into red orbs wet with fear. “Either you tell me you feel nothing for me. That that night during the second dollification prompt was all just an act, and you’re really just this heartless killer or you admit you love me, like you were just about to do. But I'm not going to let you run away this time.”

 

“I can’t do this Vox! Do you understand? It won’t work.” Alastor ripped out of Vox’s grasp. “That night it….You want something I don’t know how to give.” Alastor clutched at his chest as if having a heart was hurting him. His smile wobbled with uncertainty. “I killed you Vox. My response to you loving me was to kill you! To make you shut up! To quiet your stupid mouth so you’d never speak those cursed words again!”

 

“Then why haven't you killed me again?” Vox asked. Alastor stared in disbelief, silenced by the question. He took a step back as if Vox were a physical threat to his life.

 

“I love you, Al.” He said taking a step forward.

 

“Don’t!”

 

“I love you, sir.” Alastor stumbled back into the iron garden chair. Pulling his legs up like a frightened child.

 

“Stop!” His face was buried into his knees, ear pinned back.

 

“I love you, Alastor. Don’t you love me?” Vox kneeled down in front of the redhead, hand resting gently on the toe of Alastor’s boots.

 

“I can’t.” Alastor laughed or perhaps it was a sod. Vox couldn’t tell “It will never be enough, you’ll always want more. You’ll expect so many things from me that I will never be able to give.”

 

“Like what? I’m ok with once a month, Al. It’s enough. Haven’t I proven that already?”

 

“You say that now, dear, but eventually you’ll want more. Your love will die just like you did that night.” Alastor looked up with a pitying smile. “I don’t know how to do this, how to make something thrive.” Alastor laughed cruelly. “I only know how to smother and kill.”

 

“Isn’t smothering just another way to spoil?”

 

**

Alastor growled in frustration. Why was Vox so stubborn? So eager to get his way that he refused to understand that Alastor’s love was dangerous. That he had smothered his mother with a pillow and watched the life leave her body just as he’d watched it leave Vox’s. The image haunted him. Vox, a demon who was so uniquely alive and loud being so still, had broken something in him. He’d realized as he dragged Vox’s body down the hall that he did love Vox. Alastor had refused to acknowledge it, focusing instead on bringing the TV demon to Valentino, so he wouldn’t have to face it. So he could run away again. In the end he didn’t. He‘d thrown Vox carelessly onto the ground in frustration and wallowed in self loathing until the TV demon had revived. Perhaps subconsciously he had wanted to stay. His mind had been yelling at him to leave, to not repeat his mistakes, to not fail again. To not be faced with the harsh reality that he would never be enough no matter how desperately he wanted to be. Alastor had panicked, finding himself lost like a child, reverting back to a time so long ago before the world had told him he was a monster. Before he had gladly become that monster, not just to spite them, but to relish in the feeling of superiority. Still no matter how monstrous and cold, Vox had thawed his heart. Made is beat softly, tentatively, warming with ever reassurance that Alastor wanted to believe was a lie. He hadn’t been ready to listen, he’d still been too afraid of that feeling and there were no hands to catch him. Because he had killed Vox. He had been alone with no safety net. Vox had died for him, his sub had sacrificed himself and for what? Just so Alastor could wallow in his fear like a coward. Vox had been brave, given into his feelings and expressed them. He had always been so expressive and Alastor had snuffed that out. Killed him. Vox had let him, had died for him. Not only that, but he’d revived and had taken all of Alastor’s sins away. Erasing the pain and the agony of what he had done. Absolving him with hypnosis.

 

It didn’t matter that this was hell, that Vox had been reborn and saved Alastor from the turmoil of his soul. He’d sacrificed his own desire to be loved by wiping it from Alastor’s mind. Perhaps selfishly. Perhaps greedily to keep their deal going, but still it had been a sacrifice. A turning of the page to start anew. The ending of an oratorios that had reached the heights of religious devotion all because Alastor was too afraid to hear the praise. Alastor had snuffed out the music he so enjoyed because he could let himself enjoy it. He wanted to. So badly he wanted to love Vox. He wanted to love him right. But he knew he would fail. That he would fumble just like he had that night Vox bled out.

 

“That’s the point, Vox. I spoil you. Sex is an indulgence I will never crave. Even if you are fine with that now you will eventually want more. If it’s not sex it’ll be something else. Endearing words, sweet whispers, constant reassurance of my affection because you’ll wonder why I never feel the urge to just sweep you off your feet and ravage you.”

 

“But you have Al!” Vox laughed in frustrated confusion. “You’ve swept me off my feet so many times. Maybe not with words, but little treats left on my desk. Clothes made just for me. You’ve ravished me with a night full of dancing leaving me breathless and panting. Hell you even ravish me against your bedroom door in the more traditional sense of the word. You’ve done everything you keep saying you can’t do!”

 

Alastor looked up seeing the hurt confusion in Vox’s eyes. Seeing the underlying desperation that under any other circumstance the radio demon would revel in. Now it just seemed sad. Sad how badly Vox wanted him. Sad how badly he wanted Vox. Sad that all these wants and desires wouldn’t lead to a sustainable relationship. Alastor had wanted before. He had tried before and he’d failed, and he didn’t want to fail Vox. For whatever reason the thought of failing his old friend hurt more than anything. The idea that he could kill the bright boisterous light of his sub, be it literally or metaphorical, hurt more than the betrayal of Mimzy cheating on him ever did. “It’s not the same. There is no passion.”

 

“Bullshit!” Vox challenged in that bratty way Alastor so adored. Unafraid to stand up to the radio demon, to contradict his dom. “You’re very passionate about dancing, Al. Way more than me.” There was lightness to Vox’s tone as he expertly shifted the atmosphere of the scene. Directing it with his silver tongue. Trying to reach his god and explain his devotion. “I’m not as passionate about dancing as you, but I’m happy to do it. So what if you’re not as passionate about sex as me? You still do it. And you're way better at sex than I am at dancing.”

 

Alastor wanted to laugh. To reward his sub for his attempt to lighten the mood with a bit of self degradation but for once there was no laughter to give. He held on to his smile trying to ignore all the pain and doubts that lived in his heart. A heart he had turned black long ago just to avoid these feelings. He was no god worth adoring. He was broken and inhuman. He was closer to a devil then a god, yet Vox insisted on exalting him. The radio demon refused to meet Vox’s eyes instead he looked  past the TV head and into distant memories that still haunted him. 

 

All the smiles in the world couldn’t cover up his pain.

 

“This will never work. We will always have to act the part the other expects, to lie to each other, to deny ourselves or be pushed beyond our comforts. I will always kill that passion you have Vox…”  That’s all Alastor knew how to do, kill. And Vox knew how to lie. Still Alastor wanted to believe him, to trust him despite the betrayal. “We will always be hypnotized by this delusional idea that we could somehow work past our differences. You will be left lacking, and you will want more. Then when you don’t get it, you will grow to resent me, and I will resent you for wanting more from me.”

 

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Vox stood up. “Why won’t you let yourself eat a fucking piece of cake when it’s right infront of you!?”

 

“Because one of us has to be realistic!” Alastor set his feet down, responding to Vox’s anger. Happy to have an emotion other than self doubt to hold onto. “You’ve always wanted more out of this deal than we bargained for! And now you’ve gone and dragged me into this delusion of yours. Having me believe in the asinine idea that this could work! That I could love you! I will never meet your expectations, Vox. I will always have to act the part and after a while I will slip. You will always expect more than I can give! And that is made very clear by your little hypnosis stunt. You want this act so badly that you are willing to make me forget reality!”

 

**

 

“But that’s why I did it! Because you won’t even give this a chance, you didn’t before and I didn’t think you were going to do it now. And you’re telling me it’s because…you don’t want me to expect more?” Vox’s eyes blazed in anguish as he stared at Alastor. He reached for every bit of indignation he felt. Hadn’t he proven himself to be safe? To be worthy? Hadn’t he shown Alastor time and time again that what he gave was more than enough? Sure he’d fucked up, but he’d admitted to it. So why couldn’t Alastor just give him a chance? Why couldn’t he just admit he loves him? 

 

“What’s going to change, Al?!” It was more of a pained wail than a scream. It was more of an accusation than a question. “Words! That’s it. You can’t tell me you weren’t about to say it! Why are you back tracking now? I know I fucked up but it’s because you keep denying yourself not because I’m expecting anything from you!”

 

Alastor didn‘t say anything, he didn’t even look at Vox. The TV demon tried to ignore the burning pixels of light at the corner of his eyes. Tears he refused to let fall. Tears he was unwilling to give. Not this time. “If this is all an act then it’s a pretty damn good act, Al. The way you held that flower the soft way you where about to confess before I ruined everything, fucking again. At this point what’s the difference between saying I love you and acting like it once a month? Why do you keep running away? How many times do we have to set the same table until you finally sit down and eat the fucking cake we’ve been baking for years!?”

 

Vox’s eyes swirled with pain and desperation, but Alastor still refused to look at him. It didn’t matter, this time he wouldn’t make the radio demon forget. This time he’d force him to face whatever this was between them. Force him to put words to the feeling he knew the radio demon had for him. This time he deserved an answer. Red eyes looked up briefly before looking away again.

 

Coward.

 

“I..” The radio demon’s shoulders sagged in exhaustion. And for a moment Vox felt like he was winning the battle. Like he was finally getting through to him. 

 

“I find myself falling in love with you…That’s what I was going to say.” Alastor admitted and it took Vox’s breath away. But the TV demon had very little time to relish the words he’d waited so long to hear as the radio demon continued on with a shaky voice. “And that’s probably sweet and grand for so many people. But…it’s not for me. I killed you Vox and that just proves to me that I am broken. I’ve…never been good at this, and it’s never been enough for anyone, no matter how hard I try.” Alastor looked at his hands. “Our deal is dandy because it requires pain and cruelty. I’m rather good at that, but softness?” Alastor laughed. “You can tell me all day every day of the month, that it’s enough, Vox.” Red eyes looked into cyan and there was nothing but pain held in them. “But I’m not built for this! No matter what I do it has never been enough! So why would it be now?!”

 

“Because you’re lying to yourself!” Vox snapped back. “You're gentle, you are considerate. A monster wouldn’t be this afraid of loving someone. A monster wouldn’t care, but you do Al. You’ve cared for me with every bath you’ve drawn, every stretch of my limbs, ever bit of lotion applied to bruised flesh. That’s what love is, Al. You just want to be with that person and take care of them, even when it’s a bit uncomfortable.” Vox gestured between them, hoping Alastor would understand. “Even when it’s not exactly the way you want it to be.”

 

Neither one of them was perfect but they were at least perfect for each other. They could at least try. That’s all Vox wanted, a chance, because now he knew Alastor loved him, and he didn’t want to let that go just because they had their differences. “Love isn’t about what you want. It’s about what you can give!” Cyan eyes looked imploringly into red. “And haven‘t we been doing that? This whole time?”

 

Alastor shook his head in exasperation. “But…what if, what I want to give you is exactly what you want and I don’t know how to do that?” Alastor asked.

 

“Then you should ask me what I want instead of assuming you’re incapable of giving it to me.” Vox said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, and really it was. As obvious as enjoying a slice of cake every now and then after a good home cooked meal.

 

Alastor nodded and straightened his suit jacket and in the same tone of voice he always used to ask Vox what his prompt was, he asked, “What do you want, dear?”

 

“For you to love me.” Vox sighed out, relieved to see a bit of confidence returning to his dom’s shoulders.

 

Alastor hummed for a moment. “That’s rather vague.”

 

“Leaves room for creativity. You’ve always been rather creative, sir, even if a bit unconventional.” Vox stepped closer. “What do you want?”

 

“To love you.” Alastor breathed out a bit of fear still attached to the words. 

 

Vox mimicked Alastor's hum and then wrapped his arms around his dom’s shoulders.“I think you’ve already been doing that rather regularly as scheduled, sir.”

 

“Well perhaps we could increase the frequency of our meetings?”

Vox grinned at his partner suggestively. “Oh really?”

 

“Well, not necessarily in a sexual nature. I do have my limits.” Alastor said hastily, realizing what his request sounded like.

 

“Oh I see.” Vox enjoyed the way Alastor seemed a bit flustered and a bit on edge.  Perhaps it was cruel to tease him but it was a rare opportunity. “Well I suppose I could find room in my schedule to pencil you in for every Friday night. The meeting does not have to be of a sexual nature, but!”

 

Alastor raised his eyebrow. “But?”

 

“You have to spend the night and pick out a toy for me to use before bed.”

 

“Every Friday night?” Alastor seemed shocked. “You want to masturbate weekly? Your hand will fall off!”

 

Vox laughed. “Well that’s why you have to pick a toy for me. My hand is for mid week when I just want to rub one out real quick for stress relief.”

 

“Dear satan! You masturbate twice a week?”

 

“I mean mastubate or fuck, yeah, that’s pretty average, Al. Not all of us are marathon runners who can go a whole month without getting off.”

 

“And you are fine with me just coming over and not touching you?”

 

“Sure, there’s other stuff you can do. Boss me around, have hold of the remote like that one time. Or you can pick out a toy for me, call me a slut spit on me and then leave. That be kinda hot actually.” Vox was getting excited. “Ooh, or you can sit reading and completely ignore me like I'm not there. Or use me as a foot stool while I have a vibrator up my ass or—“

 

Alastor laughed. “Dear, you really are depraved!”

 

“You like it, sir, in your own way.”

 

“I won’t say I understand it, but perhaps we can renegotiate terms after our meeting on Tuesday, hmm?” Alastor’s words were firm yet gentle. Obviously willing to indulge his sub but needing the structure of their relationship to feel confident. Vox didn’t mind.

 

“Sounds good, sir.” Vox eyes flickered down to look at smiling lips that still twitched with unease. “May I negotiate a kiss for three seconds from now?”

 

Alastor’s hands encircled Vox’s waist, pulling him close. “That’s a bit short notice, but I suppose as long as hands stay above the waist.”

 

“Of course, sir.” Vox purred fingers tangling in Alastor's hair, happy to follow the rules. The radio demon’s own hands stayed respectfully above the waist as Vox was pulled in for a kiss. A spark popped between them as lips met glass and soon tongues twined together. Vox moaned in gratitude as Alastor’s body pressed close, tongue pushing into his mouth. They titled their heads to deepen the kiss and Vox let his hands drop to rest on Alastor’s shoulder. They parted with a sigh and cyan eyes looked lovingly into red. “This is better than sex.”

Notes:

I rewrote some sections of this and I will say that I am happy I got the opportunity to tweak this a little bit. Again as always thank you for reading and for the comments.

Chapter 27: Worship Part: 3

 

Everyone in hell, except Alastor, knew the radio demon was a dangerously passionate man. Passionate about violence, broadcast and control. Alastor felt a bit of that control slip as Vox sighed out his praises after their kiss and his hand twitched with the desire to wander below Vox’s waist. It wasn’t so much that Alastor wanted to have sex at that moment, but that he wanted to reward Vox for his loyalty and determination. That he wanted to hear another sigh and get lost in the feeling of relief providing sexually for Vox gave him. An audible celebration of how alive Vox was. How they had come together in this simple way and sealed their new deal with a kiss rather than blood and death. The pride that hearing Vox moan gave Alastor would soothe any lingering insecurities that he wasn’t enough, that he was inhuman and incapable of loving Vox in the right way. There was still a part of Alastor that feared this wouldn’t work because of his clumsily cruel hands. The radio demon wanted to be sure that he could be tender and that the beat of his heart, though only a painful little thump, was enough to satisfy Vox. He desperately wanted to hear those familiar sounds of appreciation fall from his sub’s lips. Perhaps he wasn’t passionate about sex, perhaps he wanted to engage in it for all the wrong reasons, but Vox seemed to enjoy himself nonetheless whenever Alastor did bother to participate. No matter where Alastor’s desire came from, Vox always met him where he was at without judgment. Only ever gratitude. 

 

Full lips pressed against a warm screen and hands trailed down to cup firm cheeks.

 

 “Mmm!” There was a bit of surprise as Vox opened his mouth to the tongue licking at his screen. A hand fisted in Alastor’s shirt just below his bowtie. Vox had been told to keep his hands above the waist and even as he melted into Alastor’s devouring kiss he followed the rule that had been set. “Sir?”

 

The radio demon trailed kisses down Vox’s neck, seeking back control and reassurance after the emotional downpour of the broken hypnosis. Alastor wanted to feel safe and secure, and ironically he found that feeling in his sub’s arms. Despite Vox’s mistake, Alastor still trusted him with his fragile heart. They both made the rather bad decision to fall in love with a ruthless overlord. One hand gave up it’s perch on Vox’s ass to untie a red bowtie and pop some buttons. Fingers were hindered from touching skin by the collar hidden underneath clothes. Alastor pulled away, staring at the sparkling words in awe. A visual confirmation that Vox truly loved him and wanted to be with him. A choice his sub made all his own, and suddenly this collar seemed inadequate. Before Alastor could follow that train of thought blue claws captured his hand and Vox tilted his screen to touch their foreheads. Red eyes looked up to find a cocky smile on Vox’s face.

 

“I want to show you the sanctuary I have built for you, my god.” Blue claws trailed down Alastor’s cheek and though they weren’t kissing, being this close felt so intimate that Alastor was reluctant to part. “I hope you’ll be pleased with my offering, and see it as worthy for a house of god.”

 

They pulled away and Alastor allowed himself to be led by the hand out of the heavenly garden Vox had created for him, curious to see what else his disciple had built in his name. He mentally prepared himself as he’d come to the conclusion that no matter what, Vox would be rewarded for his devotion tonight by a grateful god detached from the human folly of lust. But willing to indulge his follower in the enjoyment of his bodily sensations, so he could experience that little death of orgasm. Which was a more appropriate sacrament than any sacrifice of his actual blood and spirit.

 

Vox led Alastor through what appeared to be large windows but that folded away completely to open up to a living area and a strange empty space. The living room’s focal point was a gas fire place and obviously Vox had decorated it with Alastor in mind as the furniture was a mix of modern and antiquated. To the left behind an armchair was a floor to ceiling bookshelf made of dark wood and filled sparsely with a few books and some skulls and bright green glassware. Next to the bookshelf was a door. 

 

“That leads to the bedroom suite.” Vox explained and pulled up a holographic blue print of the home with a bright smile. “That’ll be the last stop on our tour. You can kind of see a sneak peek if you gaze across the atrium into the other window.”

 

Alastor wasn’t actually given much of an opportunity to peek since Vox immediately gestured towards the empty space next to the living area. It stretched all the way to the back wall where a stereo with a record player was nestled between two mounted antlers with a shark jaw in the middle. A modest crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling and reflected light from the glass pieces as Vox turned it on with a snap of his finger. The holographic was still in place following him around and it seemed like the media overlord was connected to the house in a way that Alastor would be unable to achieve. It was an extension of Vox, a literal manifestation of his admiration, which he controlled and interacted with using his powers. The turntable lifted suddenly and a record fell into place with the scratch of a needle. Soft piano music filled the room. No, it filled the house, seemingly coming from every corner.

 

“I thought you might appreciate a little space for dancing.” Vox smirked at him as he rounded the sharp corner. Alastor followed, amused by Vox’s cockiness. The demon really seemed proud of himself. Around the corner the smooth wood floor of the dancing area led to an open kitchen. It was simple and modern with a gas stove top built in and an oven across the way against another wall by the fridge. A large island had a deep sink that faced the atrium and two bar stools opposite with placemats to designate the dining area. It was less formal than the dining room Vox had at Vee tower. More intimate.

 

“Kitchen with the simplest appliances. I can trust you know how to turn on a gas stove and set the timer on the oven right?” Vox teased.

 

“Hmm, I just bring a match to the burner, correct?” Alastor smiled wide.

 

“Haha, I know for a fact you can use a stove, Alastor. You’ve been all over my kitchen.” Vox approached the fridge which had a large screen attached to it. “You can type in things you want the frigid to be stocked with here. The list goes directly to my assistant who will order anything you desire. It’s just like your phone and you’ve managed to figure that out so I’m sure you can master this, sir.”

 

“Well haven’t you just thought of everything? Setting up a little house, my dear dolly?”

 

With a wave of his hand Vox made the blueprint disappear, smiling at Alastor. “You know how much I love to play house, sir.”

 

“Indeed, and you’ve set quite the stage.” Alastor praised, which Vox gladly preened under.

 

“There’s still more!” He walked past the fridge and out of the kitchen into a little corner with a coat rack and shoe cabinet. “The entrance. Not that we’ll be using the door. I can zap in anytime, and I’ll have a radio for you. But in case you do want me to come home through the door on a day we’re playing house and perhaps greet me with a martini?”

 

“Oh yes, I’ll be sure to wear an apron and my red pumps.” Alastor laughed with a dismissive flip of his wrist. “You’re getting ahead of yourself, dear, you’d have to earn that sort of treatment.” Alastor stepped closer with a thoughtful finger to his chin. “Or perhaps beg for it. Grovel at my feet for the privilege of having your little fantasy fulfilled.”

 

 Alastor clasped his hands behind his back leaning in close, lips inches away from Vox’s screen. A blue tongue came out to lip digital lips in anticipation. The radio demon chuckled a bit at Vox’s eagerness and straightened out his bowtie despite not needing to. He just wanted his hands close, he wanted to hear the hitch in Vox’s breath and feel the electric tension between them. He wanted to tease and excite. It was so simple to do and Vox always seemed ready to play. There was nothing holding them back now. Ironically perhaps Alastor was the one pushing for change, or maybe just reveling in the freedom now that pesky headaches and queasy stomachs weren’t in the way. “Maybe I'd be more inclined to keep house, if I had a credit card of my own that my sweet  little pay pig will cover every month?”

 

“Fuck, yes.”

 

“After all, this place needs a homey touch. Don’t you agree?” Alastor purred, running his finger underneath Vox’s screen. “The bookshelf is rather bare. I think I’d like to do some shopping. I’d also like to bring the pet bed you left at my place for the living room. Maybe I can pick up a leash? Do you think I can train my little kitten to walk on a leash?”

 

“You can try, sir.” Vox’s smile held mischief.

 

“Why don’t you show me the bedroom? Let’s see what needs to be added there.” Vox stumbled towards a door with excitement. “Oh but isn’t it the other way round?”

 

“Two entrances, one straight to the bedroom, and the other goes through the master bath.” Vox explained and Alastor caught his hand as he reached for the doorknob.

 

“I’d like to see the bath, dear.” His smile was menacing. “You were giving me a tour, remember?”

 

“Y-yeah.” Vox breathed out, shuffling closer, desperate to be near Alastor. The radio demon let go of the other’s hand and stepped aside with an outstretched arm and a slight bow.

 

“Lead the way.”

 

Vox practically sprinted across the house, while Alastor followed at a leisurely pace. Once the TV demon got to the other door he looked over his shoulder waiting impatiently before opening the door. Alastor stepped into a large and extravagant bathroom with a clawfoot tub nestled in front of the atrium windows. There were two sinks and an alcove with a toilet and a large built in shower with a glass door. Two doors were on either side of the bathroom, and Vox pointed dismissively at one.

 

“That’s the walk in closet with an attached laundry room.” The TV demon walked towards the other door. “This is our bedroom.”

 

Alastor put his hand up against the door leaning in close to Vox before he could open it. “I think maybe you should take a bath.”

 

“A bath?” Vox asked in confusion.

 

“Cleanse yourself, for you god dear. I don’t want to touch anything unclean.”

 

“Of course, yeah…fuck, um, sure.” 

 

“Don’t be too long. I don’t like to be kept waiting. Especially since you are the one who summoned me here.” Alastor hummed and opened the door to the bedroom leaving Vox to his own devices. The radio demon barely had time to admire the bedroom before the sound of running water graced his ears.

 

 Suddenly he felt a bit unsure. Vox had always been so eager, always willing to accept anything Alastor gave him, and the radio demon found himself wanting to give. That desire alone was nerve wracking. Now that they’d spoken, now that they’d communicated, now that Alastor had been given a literal tour of Vox’s devotion, it was rather frightening. The redhead wasn’t unhappy, in fact there was a small feeling of relief and a spark of hope he wanted to fan into a flame. Still it was doused by sudden worry.

 

“We can share, believe me he’ll run out of steam soon and you’re gonna need my help.”

 

Was it inevitable? Would he run out of steam just like he had with Mimzy? It was so hard to know. It was so difficult for Alastor to understand where his willingness to engage in sex came from. It didn’t seem to steam from the usual place. He did not mind it, and under certain circumstances he found it rather entertaining, and very funny to see a partner beside themselves with lust. Sometimes it felt cruel. The desires he held. THe discomfort he enjoyed witnessing in others. The radio demon wasn’t one for holding on to shame, but as the memory of Vox bleeding out replayed in his head, he felt a bit of it. It tangled itself with worry. Worry that his willingness to engage in sex steamed from a dark place, and that was why he couldn’t feel it like others. Why he was just never overcome by lust. When it came to sex he could take it or leave it, and on occasion  when his saddism, emotional or otherwise, wasn’t fulfilled the act of sex was rather bothersome. Even with Vox occasionally it was uncomfortable. On those occasions he focused on the TV demon’s pleasure and tried to ignore his own body’s response. It was hard for him to relax and even when he succeeded after the fall there was an annoyance or disgust that overtook him. Like when he’d seen his own cum on Vox’s screen. Others didn’t seem to have that issue. Vox didn’t seem to. He enjoyed being degraded and mistreated and in all honesty Alastor found that to be rather fun, it made sex tolerable. Even desirable. It gave a distraction along with the sound of his…lover’s? Supposedly they were now officially such. Along with the sound of his lover’s voice. Sex wasn’t for Alastor, but he enjoyed having it when he was with someone who appreciated his efforts and didn’t demand too much of him.

 

Perhaps he would run out of steam. Perhaps is tolerance for sex mixed with a cruel desire to inflict pain. Either way Vox wouldn’t mind. Hopefully he wouldn’t mind when Alastor ran out of steam. Surely it would happen, since a small part of Alastor still believed himself not to be enough. The small vulnerable part he did not want to acknowledge. The young living man who had tried so hard to love a vibrant little lady, and failed so miserable at it despite his best efforts. Perhaps he was being dramatic and his apprehension was uncalled for. But love, if that was truly what he had felt for Mimzy and what he currently felt for Vox, seemed so rare. His heart seemed incapable of finding it very often and now as the radio demon of hell, Alastor was rather frightened of holding on to it. Lest it crash and burn again. He didn’t want to fail with Vox, but he also did not want to analyze those worries.

 

“But you keep him at arm's length and for what? Because you’re asexual?”

 

“Well, Rosie, dear, I’ve put down my arm and let him come towards me. Now what?” Alastor asked the empty room, eyes glancing into the darkness and spotting an odd piece of furniture in front of him.  Red finger tips ran over the soft leather padding, leather cuffs were attached to one end of the bench. On the wall behind it hung a variety of paddles and belts. With a curious hum Alastor figured the strange piece of furniture served as a spanking bench. The redhead's stomach dropped at the expectation this piece of furniture came with. Vox was not shy in setting up this home to fulfill his every desire. If Alastor would indulge those desires was a different story.

 

Pushing any thoughts of inadequacy and pressure away from his mind Alastor moved on and came across the large canopy bed. It sat across from the equally large window looking into the atrium. Red curtain hung over the black metal beams of the bed. The bedsheets were black, soft and thick. The pillows were covered in smooth silk and square night stands bracketed either side. Before curious fingers could open the drawer the sound of the door opening drew Alastor’s attention.

 

When Vox entered the room, skin damp with missed droplets of water that weren’t caught by a quick toweling, Alastor felt nothing. His heart did not beat faster or stop. His breath didn’t so much as hitch as he noted Vox was completely nude except for his collar. There was no passion, no sexual pull, but the smile on Alastor’s face softened as his eyes landed on that faithfully worn collar. Fiery passion may not have entered Alastor’s heart but a fondness did. The radio demon was fond of Vox, always had been, to the point that he spoiled the TV demon outrageously. Spoiled him with kisses, with touches, with overstimulation and over indulgence. Alastor didn’t mind, despite the lack of stirring in his loins. He didn’t mind when cyan eyes looked up at him and a cocky smile lit Vox’s face.

 

“I’ve purified my body and offer it to you, to do with what you please.”

 

No, Alastor didn’t mind, in fact he loved to see the confidence in Vox’s stride as the demon came closer. He loved to see the loyalty Vox gave him by wearing his collar. He loved to see the obsession and utter devotion. He loved to own his sub.

 

“My job as your sub is to make sure you feel confident, just like your job is to make me feel safe.”

 

Maybe Alastor wouldn’t run out of steam, as long as Vox made him feel confident, and didn’t ask for too much. As long as Alastor had someone to take care of on his own terms. A doll to cherish, a cat to pamper, a boyfriend to dance with, and a slut to fuck into glitching stuttering silence. Perhaps Alastor would be better at playing his part this time around. As long as they were safe in one another’s arms.

 

**

 

“You’re still damp in your haste to sacrifice yourself.” Alastor teased with a wide smile stopping Vox’s approach with a single finger swiping up a stray droplet running down his chest. The simple touch sent a shiver of anticipation down Vox’s spine. It was rare that Alastor was in the mood to play outside of their set dates. It was even rarer for him to initiate, to be spontaneous like this. Vox couldn’t imagine how anyone could take this for granted. How anyone could think Alastor wasn’t enough. The radio demon was like an unpredictable slot machine if given the freedom to be chaotic, and Vox would gladly let his dom be as chaotic as he liked. It’s what made their games so fun. It’s what made Alastor so addictive, and now the radio demon was his. Or maybe he was Alastor’s. The logistics didn’t matter and they would talk it over after their Tuesday meeting. Strangely the media overlord found himself excited for the renegotiation. He wondered how much he’d be able to get away with. He wondered if he’d be punished if he pushed too far. Put in his place with a stern word, or a teasing insult. Or maybe Alastor would indulge him. Maybe Vox would be cherished and feel like he was worth something.

 

He held on to his smile despite the unease that entered his mind. Despite the harsh words Val had spoken to him in the past. Despite the self deprecation he inflicted upon himself. No he couldn't dwell on those thoughts. Not when he was in the presence of his god. Not when he had been accepted, despite his flaws. Allowed to linger near perfection despite his tainted soul. Or maybe he fed off his god’s darkness, letting it touch his own, praying to fall into shadow and sin.

 

“I can’t help it, sir. I tried to follow your orders to the best of my abilities, but you know me.” Vox tilted his head coyly, his smile sharp. “I’m impatient.”

 

“And I am cursed to forever teach you patience. The one virtue you refuse to take.”

 

“Do I have any virtues, sir? I’m in hell after all.”

 

Alastor’s hand trailed up his chest. The pads of his fingers seemed to buzz with static and Vox wanted to lean into the touch. He allowed red finger to circle around his neck, tracing over his collar before  they kept moving. Eventually Alastor's hand curled around the edge of his screen pulling him close to smiling lips. “Of course you do, dear.” The radio demon leaned in closer, breath ghosting over Vox’s screen. Electromagnetic waves pulsing through the TV demon’s body, causing him to hear church bells. “Diligence.”

 

“Diligence…” Vox whispered back, melting into Alastor’s touch, letting himself be pulled into a kiss. Warm lips pressed against glass, and in his desire to kiss his dom back Vox let his tongue peek out. Alastor pulled away before he could get a taste.

 

“Yes, you work soooo hard to get what you want.” Alastor whispered, walking backwards towards the bed, pulling Vox along with him. “You are single minded in your desire. You’ll do anything for me, won’t you? As long as it gives you a chance to ride my cock, hmm?”

 

“Fuck, yes.” Vox moaned lost in the sound of Alastor’s voice. So steady, so nonchalant, so unaffected. Vox felt far from unaffected. He was caught off guard when the radio demon suddenly grabbed his arms, fingernails digging into wet skin, and threw him onto the bed.

 

“It’s rather pathetic actually. How relentless you are. How hard working. Day in and day out, you collect souls, and power, only to give everything up to me.”  Alastor lifted a knee and leaned onto the mattress hovering above Vox, who propped himself up on his elbows, licking his lips. Watching Alastor undo his bowtie with one fluid motion. “Tell me dear, would you sign your soul over to me? To your god? Give me control of everything you owned? Everything you are?”

 

“Yes.” Vox breathed out and his eyes grew wide at the honesty. Maybe this was a game. Just Alastor riling him up, but the truth of the matter was that Vox would do it. He’d give everything, as long as he was allowed to dwell in the heaven that was Alastor’s affection… to be loved by the radio demon. That was worth his own soul. 

 

Alastor’s eyes glowed at the answer, his smile growing wide, and Vox was happy that he’d pleased him. He surrendered as the radio demon pushed him into the mattress, mouth pressed against his screen. He desperately tried to kiss back, and their tongues met for a brief moment before Alastor nipped at his neck. “Oh!”

 

Hands roamed down Vox’s side and lips trailed over his collar bone. The TV demon let himself relax under Alastor’s control, surrendering happily, closing his eyes and giving up everything. He’d worked so hard creating this sanctuary. Worked so hard convincing Alastor to love him, and now here he was surrounded by soft pillows and warm affection. Not shoved aside, or shunned. Not abandoned for seven years but in the arms of his dom. Safe to let go of control, and worry. Free to fall to mindlessness. No more guilt plaguing him, because finally he was loved. He was cherished…

 

He wondered if perhaps in some way he was beautiful.

 

Cyan eyes opened to look into red as Alastor trailed down his body and for a moment Vox could delude himself. He could believe that Alastor found him beautiful despite knowing the radio demon did not find him sexually attractive. Vox held on to Velvette’s words, and her assertion that Alastor could be attracted to him in some other way. Could find him breathtaking. He wanted to take Alastor’s breath away. His own breath hitched as the redhead settled between his legs.

 

“I want to hear you sing your praises.” Alastor whispered against the soft flesh of Vox's thigh. Vox’s chest started heaving in anticipation with every lingering kiss left on his skin. Oh he would sing, he would praise, he would give Alastor everything he could. Everything he desired. He wanted to fulfill the radio demon’s every strange request, and fuel his disconnected passion. He wanted to start the spark and fall into the loop of their odd mechanical feedback. Into their game, their ritual. Perhaps not passion in the traditional sense of the word, but comfort. 

 

Familiarity.

 

Fondness.

 

Acceptance of their differences and a negotiated meeting in the middle. Vox would not ask for what Alastor could not give, and in return Alastor would translate his affection into actions that made Vox feel wanted. In that moment the TV demon felt wanted. It did not matter that the breath ghosting over the head of his erection was steady, unbothered and perhaps a bit hesitant. Because Alastor was trying. He was giving and whatever Alastor got out of this arrangement was none of Vox’s business. Not when Vox was too busy feeling.

 

“Oh, god…fuck!” Blue claws dug into the bed sheets as Alastor’s tongue trailed over the underside of his erection. Legs fell apart willingly as full lips slid over hard flesh. “Ah!”

 

**

 

Fingers teased and massaged as the radio demon bobbed up and down slowly. Tongue pressing against the sensitive underside of Vox’s dick. Precum gathered at the tip and was easily swallowed up lingering on Alastor’s tongue like the nectar of a honeysuckle. Vox’s thighs were pushed further apart as hands disappeared underneath to lift up narrow hips bringing his cock further into Alastor’s mouth.

 

“Holy shit!” Vox’s legs hooked around broad shoulders and Alastor slowly dragged up before releasing Vox with a wet pop. A whimper greeted Alastor’s ears, but he ignored the plea.

 

“Do you have lube somewhere, dear.”

 

“Fuck.” Vox let his head drop in frustration against the pillow as he groaned. “No, I didn’t think we needed it yet.” The fact that Vox was unprepared was anything but disappointing. In fact it made Alastor smile, happy that Vox hadn’t planned on anything sexual. He’d simply wanted to show his dom the little church he had built in his name. 

 

“Pity, I suppose I’ll have to get creative.” Vox’s head popped back up as a chime went off. Alastor chuckled and descended, breaking eye contact as his tongue roamed over firm flesh and soft mounds. Hands pushing to expose Vox’s puckered hole. 

 

“Oh!” The sigh escaped the TV demon with a shudder as the flat of Alastor tongue dragged against him. The redhead pressed in close sealing his lips around Vox as his tongue pushed softly against him. Soon the media overlord relaxed. “Nghn… fuck.. I.. god I should’ve brought some fucking lube!”

 

Alastor hummed in agreement, his lips moving against the spasming hole. The desperate sounds his sub was making sent shivers down his spine. His body reacted to the sweet noises. Alastor readjust sucking on his finger loudly which made Vox moan adding to the chorus of filthy sounds that excited the radio demon’s body. Vox now slick with spit eagerly wiggled when the finger came to press against him. “Tell me if it’s too uncomfortable, dear.”

 

“Y-yes, sir.” Vox breathed out and Alastor pushed in. “Mhmm!”

 

Alastor occupied his mouth by leaning up and recapturing Vox’s leaking cock. His finger gently pressed in and out giving Vox time to adjust. A sob broke the TV demon’s voice when the finger curled up as Alastor relaxed his throat and went down. Hips lifted off the bed and Alastor pulled off. “Control yourself. I have a lot of things I need to focus on and don’t need your eagerness gagging me. Keep still.”

 

Vox moaned low and deep. “Fuck, yes”. Despite the verbal agreement the TV demon arched into the feeling of Alastor’s finger, rocking his hips a bit in an attempt to fuck himself on the digit.

 

“Look at you so distracted by your own lust.” Alastor started to pull his finger out. 

 

“No!”

 

“Hmm, that you notice.” Alastor laughed and pushed his finger back in. Giving Vox’s thigh a little nip when hips twitched. “Stay still, you eager little slut, or you’ll get nothing. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, s-sorry, yes.” Vox moaned and his hands came to rest on his abdomen as if reminding himself not to move. 

 

“Good boy.” Alastor purred before running his tongue along Vox’s erection again.

 

“Please…oh.” Little blue bolts sparked from claws and Vox’s body shook in its effort to be still as Alastor took him back into his mouth and pressed his finger in and up. “Fuck! Ah-Al!”

 

Relaxing his throat once again Alastor slowly inched down Vox’s member. Strained whines echoed through the room as the TV demon held perfectly still. Alastor hummed around him breathing out of his nose as the tip brushed against blue skin.

 

“Oh my god!” A muffled laugh escaped Alastor’s throat which only made Vox whimper. “You feel amazing.”

 

With a curled finger Alastor slowly pulled up, before descending all the way back down. He could feel the slight trembling in Vox’s body. The desperate desire to move and fuck into Alastor’s throat. The thrill of having Vox obey his commands sent a tingle down Alastor’s spine. He let out a moan of his own, feeling the hard flesh blocking his throat. The only way Vox was ever allowed to penetrate him, and really it was no act of submission when he was in control of the action. When Vox was a shaking, whimpering mess while Alastor did as he pleased. Taking his time bobbing his head up and down agonizingly slow. Finger moving gently within his sub. Vox had earned this reward, creating such a beautiful sanctuary for them. For expecting nothing and being unprepared, for falling into exalted ecstasy underneath his god. Alastor was simply christening the bed with Vox’s pleasure.

 

“Ngnh! I-fuck I’m cloooose.”

 

Alastor pulled off his other hand wrapping tightly around Vox’s base much to his groaned dismay. “Such a good boy for telling me.”

 

The finger continued to gently press against Vox’s prostate, careful not to cause any unnecessary friction that might distract from the building orgasm tensing Vox’s body. Cyan eyes looked pleadingly into red, obviously not happy with the firm grip around a leaking cock. Alastor only smiled innocently, tongue giving a teasing flick to the tip just because he could.

 

“Please!” Vox groaned.

 

“I know for a fact you can cum like this, sweetheart.” Alastor hummed, continuing to stimulate Vox from the inside. “You did it soooo many times when we played house. Now we have a new home to play in. Isn’t that just wonderful?” Alastor chirped out with his smile on the edge of sadistic as he watched the pained pleasure displayed on Vox’s screen. A static line buzzed over the TV’s face and claws dug into a flat abdomen, like he was holding himself still. Red eyes watched for a few seconds before having mercy. “You can move those whorish hips of yours since you are struggling so hard with the simple concept of self control.”

 

“Ooh, ah!” Vox wasted no time, writhing under Alastor’s ministrations. The little bolts that sparked from Vox’s body and the test strips across his face announced the sudden crash of Vox’s orgasm. The shaking of his body stopped as he tensed up and a sad dribble if clear liquid escaped the head of his hard on. Which did not flag as Alastor held on tight, denying him that particular release.

 

“Gorgeous.” The radio demon proclaimed like a god satisfied with an offering. It didn’t take long for Vox’s face to come back online dazed and needy. His hips lifted as if trying to fuck into Alastor’s unforgiving grip.

 

“Mmm-more.” The word was glitchy with need and the sound of Vox’s fans were as loud as panting breath.

 

“What a greedy little thing you are asking your god for more when I just bestowed pleasure unto you.”

 

“Please, fuck I’m so hard right now . Please, sir.” Vox begged shamelessly. Eyes screwed shut as if still being aroused was painful for him. Alastor happily drank in the display of emotion. He loosened his grip and dragged his hand up as he settled into a seated position.  Vox shuddered, dick drenched in precum. The radio demon turned up his lip in disgust as he pulled his wet hand away and then wiped it on Vox’s screen.

 

“Mhmm, yes.” The TV demon delighted in the misuse. Looking up into Alastor’s face with reverence. Ready to be used by his god in whatever way he saw fit.

 

Alastor settled over Vox’s body. “Look at you, such a mess.” The image was broadcasted out for Vox, who received it eagerly with closed eyes and a spark between his antenna. Cyan eyes opened up to display dazed hearts and Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle. Being laughed at only seemed to excite Vox more, as needy little whimpers left his lips.

 

“Well do you have anything to say for yourself?” Alastor breathed out, lowering himself over Vox, the crotch of his pants brushing against a flushed erection.

 

“Yes…fuck me..p-please.” The hearts of Vox’s pupils started to grow and slowly swirl, the demon falling into that delicious state of self hypnosis Alastor found intriguing.

 

“Oh, but I can’t do that, dear. You see, this,” Alastor thrust his hips against Vox to punctuate the words, “dumb little slut forgot to bring lube.”

 

“Oooooh…ah…please.” Vox begged, legs wrapping around Alastor’s waist pulling him closer. “Fuck me…j-just like that!”

 

“So desperate you’ll take anything, won’t you dear?” Vox nodded eagerly and their hips moved against each other. Alastor’s forehead touched a bright screen as he looked into hazy eyes. Vox’s mouth hung open in an adoring O, as they rocked together. “Don’t even care I’m fully clothed and barely hard. Pathetic little thing, aren’t you?”

 

“Yes! Fuck, ff-feels sooo good, hah, sir!” Vox rolled his hips up desperate for the friction Alastor gave with every thrust. The radio demon held himself up on his forearms, undulating his hips in an attempt to draw out more sounds of pleasure from the body beneath him. The chorus of sounds and friction helped to excite his body. He adjusted, thrusting forward hard, and shifting his weight to one side with the press of a palm into the pillow next to Vox’s screen. He kissed at an exposed neck and Vox threw his head back. Static built between them and sparks popped in the air accompanied by Vox’s moaning. Alastor was breathing heavy ears twisting with pleasure trying to catch every note of the song two bodies were composing. The radio demon’s own body quivered, and he wrapped his arms around the small of Vox’s back, pulling him even closer. The radio demon wanted to get lost in the feeling of Vox’s body. Perhaps not in the way lust dictation but in the way intimacy demanded. A give and take, back and forth, vulnerability that matched the uncoordinated thrust of hips. The radio demon did not just want to hear every sound but taste every note. He buried his face into the junction of a warm neck and shoulder right next to the cool leather of Vox’s collar, and inhaled the burning cedar smell of Vox’s electrifying skin.

 

“Mine.” Alastor whispered.

 

“Yes!” Vox cried, legs tightened around the redhead's hips. They humped desperately against one another lost in the spark of their connection, feeding the energy back and forth in an endless loop as they rose toward their climax together. Lips ghosted over dark blue skin. Claws grasped at strands of red hair. Limbs and signals tangled together to create one pulsating form lost in the chemical high of hormones and endorphins.

 

“Vox…” Alastor tensed, the sudden high of the peak of his orgasm taking him by surprise before he let himself fall into the feeling. Leaving him uncomfortably trapped in his underwear. Sticky and wet. Still he pushed through the sensation, fucking his way through his own climax to ensure Vox would also reach a satisfactory end.

 

“Oh! Ah-Alastor!”  Blue claws tugged mercilessly at thick hair and the pain added to the ebbing wave of pleasure Alastor was calming down from. The desire to hurt to make Vox sob entered Alastor’s mind and kept his hips moving long past both of their climaxes, milking every last drop of pleasure from Vox’s body. “Fuck, fuck, stop!”

 

Alastor’s own body was starting to feel irritated by the overstimulation so he pulled his hips away. He sat up looking down at Vox who was still twitching, little sparks skittering over his heaving chest. He looked every bit as satisfied with their coupling as when Alastor fucked him with his dick. Perhaps Alastor could keep up if the demand was diverse. If he could stay clothed like this. Or have Vox play with himself. Maybe he wouldn’t run out of steam when the burden of getting Vox off didn’t solely rest on his own climax or intimate involvement.

 

Maybe if they talked, negotiated, and scheduled the radio demon could fulfill Vox’s desires more consistently. Maybe there would be no reason to stray, to pout, or to demand, if the rules were followed. Maybe Alastor had a chance at loving Vox right if he was given a blueprint.

 

**

There was no reason in hell why Vox should feel so happy. It seemed almost improper to be so giddy while suffering eternal damnation. Still he couldn’t help the smile as he zapped himself up to his apartment. Ready to take on the day after waking up in Alastor’s arms. They’d share a leisurely breakfast and talked about nothing important. Just spent the morning together as if they were a couple. Well, weren't they? Vox could still hardly believe he’d been forgiven and that in some capacity, he and Alastor were official. Perhaps not ‘going steady’ in the sentimental way that Vox’s culture while alive demanded, but they were together. The TV demon had given himself up. Exposed his sins and been forgiven. 

 

The doors to his apartment opened and something felt off. Vox felt uneasy as he looked around half expecting Valentino but instead he saw a striped socked leg hanging over the arm of his sofa. “So you finally bagged Alastor, huh, babes?” Velvette grinned at her phone as Vox rounded the couch.

 

“What the fuck Velvette!” Vox shooed his colleague to the opposition corner. The doll demon scooted over to one side with a popping smack in her gum. Vox was avoiding her question as he settled into the space next to her. Velvette leaned over holding her phone out for a selfie.

 

“Smile Vox, you old dog, you finally got what you’ve always wanted.”

 

Vox rolled his eyes mid picture. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

 

“Oh come on babes! You had me help decorate your little love nest! You are not into bones and books.”

 

“I read!”

 

“On a screen not paper.” Velvette retorted. “So Al’s asexual? Honestly not surprised. The absolutely phenomenal fashion taste however is surprising, considering his tacky ass pimp suit.”

 

“You’re not gonna tell Val, right?” Vox smiled menacingly, touching an electric finger to Velvette’s phone and shutting it off.

 

“Psh, like I care what you two do or don’t get up to. Though he’s been super fucking moody ever since you stopped putting out.” Vel leaned her head on Vox’s shoulder looking up at him with big eyes. “You and the old fossil exclusive, now? That why you stopped letting Val fuck you.” Vox hummed in annoyance much like the radio demon would do in this situation. This did not deter Velvette’s teasing. “When’s the wedding? Can’t wait to see what he puts you in for that.”

 

“Shut up. There’s no wedding.”

 

“But you're exclusive?” 

 

“I mean yeah. Me and Val were never really…” Vox looked away, fingers curling into a fist as he remembered the pain of nail caps being torn from them. “We just fucked around, there was never anything there. With Al…” 

 

“I want to love you.”

 

“It’s different.”

 

Velvette lifted an eyebrow as she turned her phone back on. “Valentino’s not gonna be happy about this. Where are you going to direct his anger? No quick lay to distract him. It was bad enough dealing with him when he lost access to Angel and now your ass won’t be available to pound either?”

 

“I’ll figure it out. Just keep your mouth shut.”

 

 Velette hopped up from the couch and flipped a pigtail over her shoulder as she sauntered off “My lips are sealed, boss.”

Chapter 28: Worship Part: 4

 

Everyone in hell knew Alastor had a flair for the dramatic, but Vox was the only one privileged enough to see that flare in a sexual context. He was more than ready to fall to his knees when he turned on the radio and prayed for his god to bless him with his presence. The stage was set as ordered for this specific summoning. Candles littered the outside of the atrium creating a circle, bloody fresh deer head was plated on a golden tray and garnished with bright purple beautyberries. Jazz danced softly in the air echoing from speakers inside the “church”. Vox lowered himself to the ground and pressed his hands together.

 

“Oh lord, I offer you this flesh as sustenance for your physical form. I pray you will bless me with the vision of you manifested. I offer my own body as I offer this flesh to sustain your spirit.” It was a simple prayer and the silence that followed seemed to stretch on forever. The radio did not tune or flicker; the only sound was the soft jazz Vox had put on. He knew his god would not reject him. His offer was small but of top quality. Beautyberries were hard to obtain in hell. A pop of purple in a sea of bloody red.

 

Just as Vox started to doubt, a black portal appeared. Red fingers grasped at the void’s edge and Vox’s jaw dropped as a bare hoof slowly lowered onto grass. It was delicate and light barely displacing the green blades.

 

“Holy shit.” Vox’s hands dropped to his sides as he looked up to witness the full emergence of his god, and oh was Alastor dressed the part. A long black tunic hung loosely on his frame. Bloody red was splashed over the hemline like fall leaves gathered into the folds of the fabric. A slit cut all the way up to his hip exposing a leg that was completely bare except for a gold ring that looked like a crown of antlers encircling a strong muscular thigh. A red corset belt kept the tunic closed though it did nothing to tame the bellowing material. The top part of the garment crossed over Alastor’s chest exposing one dark brown nipple and a chest full of black hair. The other half of his chest was covered with excess material tossed over the shoulder like a faux sleeve and held together by an antlered brooch. It was the same shiny gold as the thigh garter. Vox’s mouth watered as his eyes trailed back down towards that bit of jewelry. Following the line of a bare leg as Alastor stepped closer to him. He didn’t dare look up into the face of his god. Alastor was already breathtaking as it was. The sound of metal chimes tinkling made him curious though.

 

“Rise.” Alastor did not speak, instead the word was broadcasted into Vox’s head. It sent a shiver down his spine and slowly he got to his feet.

 

 

“Fuck…” the media overlord sighed out in awe. Alastor’s antlers were larger than usual and his eyes were glowing with power and magic. It wasn’t out of anger but a controlled display of parts of his demon form. Now that Vox was standing he realized Alastor was significantly larger than him. Not his full skyscraper height but definitely larger than life. Alastor had manifested not as a mortal soul but as Vox’s god ready to be worshipped. Small windchimes hung from the end of Alastor’s antlers. Gold chains looped around tines, and on top of a redhead was a crown of roses and leaves. 

 

“Approach.” The command was sent over the airwaves as Alastor gestured delicately. The portal behind him closed and Vox approached with a dumbstruck look on his face. All he could think about was being crushed under hooves. 

 

“You’re offering?” Alastor asked and Vox bent down quickly to pick up the plate and hold it up for his god to see. The radio demon kneeled down on one leg to examine the platter. Vox tilted his head to the side to try and peek past the folds of the tunic. A sharp fingernail hooked the bottom edge of his screen and brought his eyes up again. “Curious little thing aren’t you? How funny that you lesser beings are so fascinated with seeing beyond what you should.”

 

Alastor took the tray and with a single tilt let the bloody contents slide into his oversized mouth. Watching his offering be consumed whole had an effect on Vox. He watched sharp teeth grind bones and the red dripping from Alastor’s mouth could be blood or berry juice alike. Either way it stained his lips and Vox wanted nothing more than to lick it off. Cyan eyes ran up the line of Alastor’s bare thigh again.

 

The radio demon leaned closer, his eyes glowing. “Can’t abide a bit of mystery. Always questioning, always curious. Where is your faith?”

 

“In you. My light.” Vox said with more of a love sick tone than one of reverence. He couldn’t help it. Alastor had forgiven his transgression like a merciful god. He’d accepted Vox’s love and even returned it, indulging him with an elaborate scenario that was already getting his pulse racing. He felt so small and so safe.

 

“Is that so?” Alastor stood up, looking down at his worshiper, hands trailing up and exposed thigh. Circling around the gold cuff before brushing against fabric. Alastor swayed his hips as he took a step back and Vox was pulled forward by an invisible string of curiosity. Eyes following fingers which pushed at the fold hiding Alastor’s private area like the ark of the covenant shielding its treasures from the eyes of the weak. Vox was weak. He felt himself topple forward catching himself with his hands and then crawling like a dog as Alastor chuckled taking another step back with an unnecessary swish of his hips. “Your impatience says otherwise.”

 

With the snap of his fingers a small cattail whip appeared in Alastor's hand. He flicked it at Vox like a discarded toothpick and then pulled his tonic further closed. There was still plenty of skin for Vox to see but his eyes followed the split whip as it fell to the ground. He looked up into the smiling face of his god, waiting for instructions. Heart beating with anticipation as Alastor seemed to subtly grow larger, and more imposing. Vox wanted to be good. To behold Alastor in all his glory and not be denied with the covering of his robes.

 

“Twenty lashes. Ten for each eye that has offended me.” Alastor’s voice boomed in Vox’s head. “You’re lucky I am not blinding you. You seem blind enough with lust, so perhaps a bit of pain will teach you patience. That virtue you struggle so much with.”

 

“Yes, my god.” Vox sighed out happily. Happy that he was allowed imperfection. Happy to be chastised. Happy to whip himself until he went numb and was consumed by the pleasure of Alastor’s sadistic smile. Red eyes watching him. Caring for him, cradled by a demon he worshiped and willingly submitted to. A demon who wanted him. Here Vox could relax. Here he found sanctuary from the demands of his duties as overlord. Here he would only be spit on if he wanted to be. Here the insults were playful and he was allowed to push back. Here he could stop the cruelty that he so desperately wanted to indulge in at any time. Without having his fingers ripped off or his screen shattered. Here he had faced Alastor’s anger, and insecurity, coming out triumphant. 

 

Forgiven.

 

Cherished.

 

Loved.

 

All Vox ever wanted. He took off his jacket and unbuttoned his top thinking about the past month. Thinking about the tense argument. The begging and pleading to be understood to be loved, to be given a chance. It felt almost surreal as he folded his clothes neatly and picked up the leather whip. It felt like a dream to be on his knees before Alastor and know that his dom wanted to give him pleasure. That he had worried about his ability to do so. Vox looked up into glowing red eyes. It seemed almost laughable to think that Alastor couldn’t satisfy him. 

 

The leather straps connected with blue skin and a crack sounded harshly in the atrium. Candles shivered as if the force of the blow created a wind. Or perhaps they were simply responding to Vox’s spiritual devotion. Vox took in a sharp breath before letting out a moan and  pulling back for another hit. The sound of static entered the air, growing with every sting. Vox continued spurred on by the knowledge that his pain excited Alastor. The TV demon wanted to draw blood so he hit himself harder. “Ah!” A shudder ran down his spine and he closed his eyes, taking a moment to breathe.

 

“Don’t stop.” Alastor's voice echoed in his head and the sound of fabric rustling drew the media overlord’s attention. He opened his eyes to see the radio demon kneeling. He looked into dial pupils and another blow to his back made him flinch. Ears swiveled to catch the cutting of the whip flying through the air. Another blow and an audible hum left Alastor’s lips. Vox grew excited. Wet from blood running down his back, and precum leaking from his trapped erection. The pure glee on Alastor’s face was intoxicating and Vox continued to inflict pain upon his body. Punishing himself for his impatience and praying that he would never master that particular virtue.

 

Truly Vox worshiped Alastor. He wanted to remain an impatient, greedy little slut for his dom, and no amount of whipping would get rid of that desire. In fact it was having the opposite effect. Watching stitches pop at the corner of Alastor’s mouth in response to his screams of agony only spurred him to be more disobedient. To be insufferable and frustrate his god. To draw him in with his blood sacrifice. Alastor grew even larger looming over Vox, the chimes and chains tangled in his antlers softly rang as he leaned closer. He turned his head to look at Vox’s back just as another hit cut into his flesh. The TV demon felt cocooned by the massive body. Swaddled between an arm braced on the ground and the top of Alastor’s furry chest as the radio demon bent around him. The cattail trembled in Vox’s hand as he realized his dom was examining the self-inflicted wounds. He didn’t stop punishing himself. Not for a second not when he had Alastor's eyes on him like this. Not when he still had several more blows to go.

 

“Hmm.” The sound of approval was followed by the sting of a tongue lapped at the small scratches of blood. A quick taste between blows. Vox slowed his hits allowing for the soothing tongue to drag over his wounds before drawing out more blood with another hit. Vox shuddered, teetering forward until he fell into a groveling bow having finished his task. Another swipe of a large tongue and Vox moaned at the thought of Alastor being able to just scoop him up into his mouth.

 

“Fuck.” The feast prompt had really fucked up some of his wiring but he knew Alastor wouldn’t go as far as to take a bite. Not so close after remembering what had happened last time. Vox wanted him to though. Wanted to offer himself body and soul to his god. A fingernail ran down his back cutting into his skin and a bolt of pleasure chased after the digit. Alastor took another taste of the fresh blood and Vox couldn’t help but press up into that wet muscle like a cat begging to be pet. The sharp edge of a tooth grazed against him and he moaned. “My flesh is yours.”

 

The radio demon pulled away with an unsteady breath. The TV demon looked up and found blood dripping from the ever present smile. It made the TV demon’s heart skip a beat. Eyes glowing as red as the liquid spilling lustily from the corners of Alastor’s mouth. The radio demon had a taste and Vox couldn’t help but feel wanted. Feel like he would offer himself on a cross as a sacrificial lamb if only he could satisfy that one singular lust that Alastor experienced. 

 

Blood lust.

 

 He wanted to be consumed to be Alastor’s everything, to have the radio demon lost in his pain and his life’s essence. He pressed closer, raising up to withdrawing lips, completely willing to crawl into that smiling mouth and be devoured. “Please.”

 

“Yellow.” It was the first time Alastor had called a color and Vox stood up on unsteady feet, blood still dripping down his back. The word took him by surprise and he tried his best to clear his mind of his twisted desires. It was hard. Hard for him to refocus, hard for him to take charge of the scene. To redirect, now that his dom had pulled away. Alastor was on edge but he didn’t want the scene to stop. Perhaps having Vox’s blood on his tongue was too much and the TV’s words too self-sacrificial. Vox continued to fight against his own arousal at the idea that he was so very tempting to Alastor in this way. 

 

“Never let me do that again.”

 

Vox decided, with a somewhat clear mind, the best way to distract from the blood lust was to use his own sexual lust. If Alastor focused on him and his needs perhaps his mind would drift away from the taste of blood and any bitter memories it held.

 

“I still struggle with patience, my god.” Vox said, while dropping to his knees and crawling slowly towards one of Alastor’s hooves. He crawled as low as possible. Blue tipped fingers gliding over a smooth hoof. Even with his hand fully spread out it only covered half of Alastor's foot. Vox licked his lips, eyes looking up for permission. Alastor still seemed on edge, so the TV demon crawled onto his foot with a pathetic moan, screen tilted up to look adoringly into his god’s face. Attempting to reassure by being small and pathetic. To reassure Alastor that he needn’t worry about losing control or going too far. Vox began to rock his hips seeking his own pleasure, being as vocal as possible about it. Trying to distract or perhaps amuse his god. Highlighting his sexual desire in hopes of drawing Alastor back to him. Away from the uneasiness of a yellow stoplight. Vox wanted to assure Alastor that he would not allow himself to be consumed by him, only his lust. Only this game. A game that should be fun for both of them. A give and take. A spark to start the loop, to close the circuit between them so they could fall into their roles, and feel secure in their chosen parts. 

 

“Your presence excites me. The blessing of your physical form is exalting. I want to succumb to that ecstasy.” Vox moaned hips pressing shamelessly forward. Alastor still seemed a bit hesitant. Blue claws ran down the front of Vox’s pants as he leaned back canting his hips, erection straining against fabric. Taking away attention from the wounds on his back and instead drawing it towards something Alastor wouldn't get lost in. It was ironic, the conflicting pain of knowing that the radio demon would never get lost in Vox’s body like he so desperately desired him to. That the closest the TV demon would ever get to providing carnal pleasure for Alastor using his body, was if he let himself be eaten. Now after everything, Alastor would deny himself that pleasure, because he cherished Vox. It was a contradiction to be loved by Alastor. A puzzle that Vox may never understand but that he attempted to piece together nonetheless. To find unique ways to please the other demon. To give something back. To play along with the symphony even if it was being played in an unfamiliar key. He would gladly learn. They’d spent a year learning one another’s bodies. Their likes, their dislikes. Maybe not the whys and hows behind them, but the mechanisms of them. They could make beautiful music together even when they were playing from different sheet music.

 

They trusted the instruments of their orchestra.

 

Vox moaned low and deep as he cupped himself through his trousers. He knew the sound would entice if not the sight. It might not be as all consuming and heady as his blood and total submission, but it was enough. It made Alastor’s ear flick in that way that let Vox know he was willing to play.

 

“You mortals do so enjoy the bodies you have been given.” Alastor’s voice echoed in Vox’s head playing the part of god. Shadows unfurled from behind Alastor’s back and snaked towards Vox.

 

“I’ve been blessed with a rather sensitive and responsive body, my lord.” Vox said seductively, allowing shadows to ensnare him, pulling him off Alastor's foot. He whined a bit at the loss. “Can you blame me for wanting to play with my receptors?”

 

“Such a weak will.” Alastor tilted his head, shadows dragging Vox against grass. Two fingers hooking on the waistband of Vox’s pants before pulling them down. They ripped a bit with the force and lack of unfastening but Vox didn’t mind. The TV demon moaned softly for his dom’s pleasure allowing a tentacle to lift him up like a rag doll, as thumb and pointer finger pinched at the hem of his pants and gave a pull. Vox was undressed easily. Like an insignificant little object that Alastor could freely play with. The feeling of powerlessness was heady and tentacles deposited Vox into an oversized palm.

 

Had Alastor grown even larger?

 

The radio demon’s head tipped forward. Pressed up against the glass doom of the atrium as he crouched down, shuffling into a cross legged position. Careful not to crush the bouquet of flowers Vox had planted for him or tip over the candles still burning in a circle that had become unbelieved tight. Bringing his hand up like he was about to blow a kiss had Vox tensed with the feeling of weightlessness. Cyan eyes looked at that large smile and tried not to think of a tongue coming out to scoop him up. Instead a thumb brushed over Vox’s groin.

 

“Oh!” The TV demon bit his lips, small hands bracing against his dom’s thumb. Little claws dug into red skin and Alastor laughed, the breeze of his breath washing over heated flesh. “Fuck…please.”

 

“Pray for what you want.” Alastor’s voice was like a soft melody playing in Vox’s head. The thumb moved up to his chest applying a bit of pressure. Vox became arousingly aware of how fragile he was in Alastor’s hand. Arms wrapped around the digit and Vox nuzzled his screen into it. Alastor hummed his approval and Vox wondered if perhaps Alastor found him a bit cute. Pleasing in some way. He did so enjoy playing with his doll and Vox felt like a little puppet in his hand. “Pray, dear. Confess all those sinful little thoughts of yours. Pray for your release.”

 

The thumb moved back down and Vox wasted no time in humping against it, his ability to speak leaving him bereft of begging. The touch was light and teasing and every time he lifted his hips Alastor would pull away denying and real friction. Vox groaned one hand coming up to grab at the edge of his casing throwing his head back in frustration. Another hand dug its claws into the thumb as if he had any real power to make his god do his bidding. “Please, touch me. Let me feel you all around me.”

 

Fingers curled in, closing in like the bars of a cage. A spike of adrenaline only made Vox feel more desperate for Alastor's touch. Finally the thumb settled against him and the TV demon gave a blissful roll of his hip dragging himself against the rough skin. “Fuck yes.”

 

“No better than an animal. All you care about is pleasure.” Vox kept his eyes closed as Alastor’s voice rang inside his head. With his fingers curled in and his voice booming, Vox truly felt surrounded. Consumed by the glory of his god.

 

“Huh! Ah!” He kept moving and the thumb slid against him in small gentle circles.

 

“Only concerned with chasing pleasure. I could crush you, dear, and all your sick little mind is thinking about is getting off.” Fingers curled in more, causing Vox to be pushed into a half seated position. The thumb moved away and the media overlord couldn’t help the frustrated groan. “Do you enjoy being toyed with, my little disciple? Just a small insignificant little slut here to serve your god.”

 

“Nghn..yes, please.”  A bright screen titled to look at the thumb that was refusing him pleasure. Blue tipped fingers wander down an abdomen. He was so hard, and he had been so close he just needed a few strokes. 

 

Alastor’s hand suddenly went flat causing Vox to lose his back support and fall onto his back. His hands scrambled for support. His chest heaving as he clung to the flat hand looking up at the amused face of the radio demon. He was lifted closer to that smiling mouth. “So impatient. Spread your legs wider for me, dear.”

 

Vox did so obediently and was rewarded by a large tongue coming to lap at him. There was so much surface area that Vox didn’t even have to move his hips to feel the delicious wet friction. Instead he just moaned and let the tongue drag over him from dick to chest. He couldn't help the spark of excitement that shot between his antenna or the full body shudder. Alastor pulled away the tip of his tongue pushing against Vox’s throbbing erection. “Shit! Oh fuck…sooo good!”

 

Alastor flicked his tongue and Vox covered his screen feeling overwhelmed by the attention. His hips twitched and he could feel the tension building. Every nerve ending was lit up with electricity and traveled to focus on his dick. He gasped as his hips started to move. An instinct he couldn’t help. Spit dripped against his heated flesh and did nothing to put out the flames of his desire. Just as he was teetering on the edge the tongue witherdrew. “Come on! Al please!”

 

Warm breath washed over him as Alastor laughed. The thumb returned, pushing Vox’s tense and frustrated body up towards fingertips. Vox sat up helpless, uncomfortably shuffling toward the edge of Alastor’s fingers. The radio demon’s other hand came up to cup Vox’s back adding a safety net as he sat towards the top of Alastor’s hand. This angle gave Alastor better movement of his thumb. Trapping Vox’s lower body between his thumb and fingers. Pressing the TV demon into his middle finger as the thumb gilded against him.

 

“Yes.” Vox sighed, doing his best to brace against fingers and move his hips.

 

“So insignificant in my hand.” Alastor whispered and Vox closed his eyes focusing on the feeling of the pad of a thumb stroking against him. Up and down, circling, gentle and precise. His hips followed every move, sloppily trying to complement the pressure placed on his weeping erection. He gasped at Alastor’s words, wanting to hear more, but unable to speak. 

 

 “You enjoy this don’t you dear? Being putty in my hand.” Vox nodded panting as he reached for that teasing thumb holding it in place as he rolled his hips. His god was merciful and applied pressure, pulling a whine from his throat. “It’s so easy to turn you into a pathetic blithering fool. Just a bit of attention and you fall into your true nature. A needy whore who’s so desperate to be satisfied you’ll let me do anything to you.”

 

Static started to prick at his screen and it was getting hard to focus. Still Alastor’s voice was being broadcasted and Vox desperately wanted to hear every degrading word. His fan kicked on, buzzing loudly as he tried to process everything. His hips twitched and he left himself open not only to Alastor's voice but the feeling washing over his body. “Oh! Al!”

 

“There you are. My good little boy, so quick to cum and make a mess.” Alastor’s voice was breaking up as lines of color consumed Vox’s screen. He wanted to stay in the presence of his god. To bask in the glory of his voice. To feel swaddled by his hands, which now moved him gently, cupping him like a precious bloom. Vox’s vision went in and out but he could see the fondness held in Alastor’s smile and he sighed before his vision went black.

 

**

 

Vox wasn’t out long, and actually rebooted just as Alastor picked him up bridal style in his arms. Vox loved it when Alastor carried him, a frequent occurrence that he was rarely awake for. Perhaps it was weak of him to want to be cared for like this, but he couldn’t help melting into strong arms. Vague images of his human life flashed before him. The muscular arms of his wife. How she had been able to carry him too. Lifted up in the arms of a woman who wore trousers and sensible kitten heels. She would laugh at his willingness to be carried. Smiling often, at least early on in their marriage. She would laugh at his eccentrism and his allowance of her to be as butch as she pleased. Keeping her curly hair cut short and often covered with a red bandana. 

 

Vox loved to see his partner smile. Would do anything, buy anything just to see a face light up with glee. He loved Alastor’s smiles as much as he loved the broken memory of a woman he no longer felt anything for. The marriage he had before the galas and the balls, before he moved up the ladder and his wife had to play the part of a Hollywood starlet. Wearing dresses Vox didn’t care for, instead preferring to see high waisted pants and rolled up sleeves. At least when she dressed up she wore heels which he had always adored, but those started to be replaced with ballerina flats when a child came into the picture. He remembered the shame he felt having her on his arm, knowing that behind closed doors he would never be a man in the way that society demanded of him at the time. The secret desires he held on to. His wandering eyes as his wife became soft with child. His admiration of masculinity. Loving a well made blazer over supple breasts, or tailored trouser hugging narrow hips. Ignored his desires in favor of falling into the heteronormative expectations of a white picket fence and a happy family. A family left behind for business trips where Vox would get drunk and bit too handsy with the fellas. Desperate to recapture that feeling that he had early on in his marriage when his wife would carry him and pin him down, riding him like he was nothing. Back before she grew her hair out and only used her arms to lift their toddler. His regret over giving into social expectations led to shame. Which led to over compensation in his work life, and isolating from the family he no longer loved but so desperately wanted to be loved and accepted by. Confusion muddled his mind as he did not have the words to understand what he was, not until he’d entered hell. Not until he’d met Alastor and fell in love all over again. Allowing himself to embrace not only his bisexuality, but his desire to submit. By then he’d already been damaged. Lost in the bravado he had built up in life. Lost in playing a role he never really wanted. In the end only knowing how to buy the love and affection he so desperately desired. Having spent a lifetime buying it from his own wife and daughter because he was no longer the man he wanted to be. But just a shell of what a man should be. 

 

No one could love a shell. No one could really love a false image.

 

 A hologram.

 

“Welcome back, dear.” The words were spoken out loud. Alastor, back to his usual size, the two of them on equal footing again, or as equal as they wanted it to be. Golden trinkets sat discarded on the grass as antlers had reduced in size, but Alastor still wore that beautiful tunic. Vox couldn’t help but reach out for his chest. Tangling his claws into the dark hair there before  trailing towards the gold brooch clasped at an ashy shoulder. He was allowed the touch, though Alastor had initially stiffened under loving fingers. 

 

“How are you doing, sir?” Vox asked, wondering if Alastor still felt a bit yellow.

 

“Marvalous, dear. No need to worry.” It felt like a lie. Or perhaps not a lie but more of a distraction. Alastor did not want the attention on him, so Vox pulled his hand away. He would allow his dom to get lost in his fusing over him if that’s what he needed. If the TV demon were to be honest he needed it too. He wanted to get lost in Alastor’s gentle care, and the hope that this time around Vox wouldn’t mess up. That he could be enough. That he wouldn’t let his shame and self loathing make him into something he wasn’t. He wanted to be a sub, and he had never thought himself weak for it. But it was hard when others did. When submission was equated to fragility and a desire to serve equal to being property. Vox wanted to be with Alastor, not think about humanity, or past broken screens. He wanted to be loved for who he was, and didn’t he have a chance at it now?

 

“What’s your prompt, sir?” Vox asked softly as he was carried to the bedroom. Their bedroom. In the home Vox had built for them.

 

“Mhmm,” Alastor hummed as he maneuvered past the bathroom door and entered the bedroom, laying Vox down onto the soft sheets. “Well, I’d like to fall in love, the old fashioned way.”

 

Vox was puzzled and Alastor settled onto the edge of the bed. Red eyes looking a bit distant, still unsure. Hadn’t they gotten past this? Weren't they in love? Weren’t they both made for each other? Wasn’t this good enough? “What do you mean the old fashioned way?”

 

“Love at first sight or whatever nonsense.” Alastor smiled and he laughed and Vox couldn’t help but feel like it was a cover up. 

 

“How is that a prompt?” Vox sat up feeling irritated and a bit defensive. Alastor didn’t rise to the bait of his tone. Instead he just shrugged, resting a hand over his reassuringly. Fingers interlaced slowly as the redhead leaned in close.

 

“Well dear, come tomorrow I don’t know you. But I’d like to fall for you. You have until our next Tuesday meeting to sweep me off my feet to the point that I’d actually want to fuck you. Do you think you’re up for the challenge?”

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 5 of Tuesday