Chapter Text
A partnership had formed down below. Two signals, one analog, one digital, became something of a match made in Hell itself.
Vox sighed, turning to the window. “You know, Al… this thing we’ve got goin’-” he gestured between them, “it’s been fun. More than fun, actually. And, hell, I wouldn’t mind keepin’ this broadcast runnin’ forever. If you think you can handle that?”
“Forever is such a dull word, my dear Vox.” Alastor replied. “But if ‘forever’ means until I tire of the fun…” He let his voice trail along with a teasing tone, “then I suppose you’ll have me for quite some time.”
He stepped closer, lowering his voice in mock seriousness. “C’mon, admit it. Without me, you’d just be talking to yourself on these old dusty radiowaves.”
“Oh, I manage to keep myself entertained,” Alastor’s smile dripped wide over his face.
“Uh-huh.” Vox flicked his cables. “Still, I’d hate to think of the network without your lovely voice. It’d leave… quite the hole in the broadcast.”
“My dear Vox. The day I go off the air, is the day video finally kills the radio.” Alastor’s eyes sharpened his never-ending grin. “And we all know that’s never going to happen.”
In the faint reflection of the glass, Vox’s grin softened for the first time in years. “If I know you then it sounds like we have a deal.”
“Perish the thought,” Alastor purred, already turning away.
Until one cable snapped up, wrapping around Alastor’s waist.
Alastor didn’t flinch, his own shadow deepened, stretching for the media overlord.
Vox’s eyes locked onto Alastor’s, as the cords tightened and closed in possessively around the other demon. "Cheating already?" Alastor murmured, his shadows unknowingly climbing higher.
Vox yanked the cord taut, pulling Alastor forward until their chests nearly collided. Alastor’s grin widened as shadows grew around Vox.
"Hardly," Vox growled, "just establishing dominance."
More cables surged out, encircling Alastor.
Alastor tilted his head, letting himself be surrounded. Vox chuckled low, stepping closer only to freeze when he realized the cords weren’t looping Alastor anymore.
They were knotting themselves around him, guided by tendrils of shadows he hadn’t noticed surrounding him.
"You were saying?" Alastor purred, the other faltering enough to let him slip free.
Vox hissed through his speakers, a shiver running up his spine that had nothing to do with temperature, now trapped in his own cables.
"So eager to be restrained," Alastor teased, tracing a shadow tipped finger along Vox’s screen. "You’re already glitching. How cute."
Vox tried to speak, but all that escaped was static.
The shadows tightened the cords, forcing Vox’s head back in submission.
Alastor watched dispassionately as Vox arched against the cables.
"Such a mess," Alastor mused, circling him.
One shadow stroked the tendons of Vox’s throat.
Vox whimpered. "Fuck. Alastor-" His entire body shuddered. "Please."
Alastor smiled coldly. "Begging suits, you. But I’ll give you a fair chance."
He flicked his wrist, and the shadows retreated abruptly.
Vox collapsed forward onto his knees, breathing hard.
Alastor stood as ambivalent as usual. "You want dominance?"
His voice dropped to a whisper. "Then earn it.”
Vox surged up, they clashed. The light of Vox’s screen wresting against Alastors shadows, frequency against frequency.
Eventually Vox caught Alastor’s cane mid-swing tackling Alastor backwards onto the floor.
The every radio and speaker nearby crackled, even though the radio demon’s expression remained the same.
Vox’s lips crashed against Alastor’s throat, teeth scraping skin.
Vox growled, rutting against Alastor’s hip.
Alastor sighed contentedly.
He watched Vox unravel above him.
The desperation was beautiful.
Sex didn’t pull him the way it did Vox, but power? This power. Oh, did it sing to him.
"Carful now. Or you’ll short circuit before the main event." Alastor said, just as smooth as when they started.
Vox snarled.
"You—talk—too much—"
Alastor laughed before shadows coiled around Vox’s hips as Alastor rolled them over.
He pinned Vox’s wrists above his head.
Alastor leaned down, his breath fogged against Vox’s screen.
"You’re so weak for me."
Vox choked out, "Fuck you."
Alastor chuckled darkly, grinding down. Enjoying the show of desperation.
One cord suddenly snapped free.
He wrapped it around Alastor’s throat and pulled hard.
Alastor gasped, his shadows faltering.
Vox flipped them again.
He straddled Alastor’s hips.
Panting heavily, he snarled, "Dominant enough?"
His hand slid down Alastor’s chest beneath fabric.
A crackle filled the air before a bolt of electricity surged down his arm.
Alastor hissed sharply as the voltage surge though him. His face still didn’t crack.
"All this,” Vox chuckled darkly. “And you just watch. Like ice."
The surge ended and Vox’s palm lingered low on his abdomen.
Alastor laughed breathlessly.
"I thought it was impressive how you do that. But I know now that lust isn’t how to break through that." Vox murmured, grinding deliberately.
His voice dropped into static.
"It just takes a personal touch to get you going. Doesn’t it."
His fingers closed possessively around Alastor’s hipbone.
Then slid lower.
No sinner had ever dared, not those who valued survival.
Vox gripped him boldly.
For the first time, Vox felt the radio demon shudder.
"Vox-"
The name escaped clipped in static.
It was slight, but undeniable.
Alastor’s hips jerked upward instinctively from the direct touch.
Vox froze, screen widening.
Then he laughed outright.
"Oh, you felt that."
Alastor didn’t reply.
"Finally." Vox’s screen brightened.
Alastor’s shadows surged again, as his demeanor turned back to stone.
He slammed Vox flat onto the floor and pinned him.
The radio demon straddled Vox’s hips. He leaned down slowly.
Alastors claws dug into the other’s shoulders. Drawing sparks.
"Enough." He hissed.
His shadows coiled around Vox’s hips.
Alastor’s hand guided Vox’s cock deep inside him with a vicious thrust.
Vox arched off the floor as he slid inside.
"Fuck!" Vox cried out.
Static burst from his speakers.
Alastor sighed softly above him. His hips rolled downward slowly. His claws dug into the overlord as he sank deeper.
His shadows kept Vox pinned.
He didn’t look away. His grin was sharp.
Vox’s hips snapped upward instinctively.
Vox cried out again. The sound was garbled.
Alastor rode him ruthlessly.
Until-
The elevator doors slid open with a ding! In stepped Vox’s assistant clipboard in hand.
“Sir, about the quarterly broadcast schedu—”
He froze.
“WHAT THE FU-“
Before they could even finish. A blinding flash zapped across the room.
When the static cleared, he saw Vox, lying on his back, his screen-face flickered between static and color bars.
Alastor, on the other hand, stood immaculate next to the radio. The only thing still left intact inside the room.
Vox groaned, sitting up and clutching his head as it spun literally. His screen glitching back into place. “Ugh-do you mind? We were in the middle of a… business discussion.”
The assistant blinked. “A what?”
“A meeting!” Vox snapped, sparks flicking off his fingers. “Confidential! You ever heard of privacy?!”
Alastor chuckled, “Well! That was a delightful warm up. We really must do this again sometime, Vox.”
Vox’s static flared. “Don’t you dare just—”
But Alastor had already vanished in a burst of static into the radio.
The assistant glanced around the ruined room, then at his boss who was still sizzling faintly. “…Do I… call maintenance? Or, uh, a medic?”
“Just get me a fresh charger to plug into. And maybe an assistant that doesn’t blue balls his own boss.” He growled.
The assistant blinked, trying not to stare at the half-undressed overlord. “Uh, I thought that was normal-“
“It’s a fucking expression!” The broadcast overlord roared. “For you interrupting my fucking!" Electricity coiled around him. "GET THE FUCK OUT!”