As For Your Punishment

by SimplySyrup986

Summary:

When Alastor gets taken prisoner by the Vees, Vox is more than happy to claim every bit of his victory.

Notes:

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Chapter 1: Ménage À Tentacles

Vox was beyond giddy. Beyond euphoric, borderline idyllic, and quite possibly orgasmic. Not only did he finally beat Alastor to cement himself as the strongest sinner in all of Hell, but he also paraded it through Pentagram City and broadcast it across the Seven Rings. Now he was home after frolicking through town with his prize and he couldn’t decide what to do first.

Alastor was still bound by TV cables, securing his arms to his sides with a slack cord sticking out like a leash. When they rode in the car from the little milkshake parlor after ‘sharing’ a smoothie, Vox couldn’t stop rubbing the humiliation in the Radio Demon’s pride.

“Did you see that one guy’s face??”

“Did you see that other guy’s face???”

“Have you seen what people have been posting all over the internet????”

He’d laughed so obnoxiously loud it was impressive he didn’t shatter all the windows in the limousine.

Vox tugged Alastor along like a dumb puppy, dragging him this way and that to savor every second of his glee. It was entertaining at first, and Valentino enjoyed the opportunity to fire his gun at the pinche pendejo, but it quickly grew tiresome.

“VOX!!!” Valentino finally shouted, interrupting the tycoon debating with himself whether he should demonstrate some of his prototype anti-angel tech on Alastor first, or introduce him to his shark tank. Vox, to his credit, stopped on a dime and immediately turned to Val. His business partner was every bit as angry as he sounded while he breathed hard enough to make his shoulders rise and fall.

Vox looked confused and it only served to make Valentino angrier. He thrust a finger in Alastor’s direction and glared at the Radio Demon with hellish intent. “You have been FIXATED on this fucking trash all day!! Which means you’ve been ignoring me!!!”

Vox took a second to compute that information before a zap of electricity sparked between his antennae and he realized Valentino had a point.

Val folded his arms in a huff. “Tie him up somewhere, I don’t care, but you can play with him again tomorrow.” He sauntered over to Vox with his hips swishing side to side and a cunning smile on his lips. He then reached out a finger and tickled it under Vox’s chin. “I want you up in the bedroom ràpido. Or did you forget how fucking hot I looked trying to kill his ass?”

Val continued walking towards the elevators and Vox watched him go until a sinister idea popped in his head. A jagged smile carved across his visage and slowly he turned to face Alastor. The Radio Demon was still wearing the same vexed scowl underneath the blue frowny face mask. His deer ears were pointed straight back, his eyes were filled with malcontent, and everything about his posture was rigid like he had a stick shoved straight up his ass.

When Vox finally made it to the bedroom, Valentino was lounging half-naked on the mattress with a cigarette between his fingers. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to see Vox wheeling an office chair into the room with Alastor tied to it like a b-movie hostage scene, but then again, every once in a while Vox had some pretty impressive kinky bedroom suggestions.

The chair was pushed until it was an arm’s length from the bed and Vox beamed with delight before removing his coat and dropping it on Alastor’s lap.

“Alright, Val. It’s time I showed you how much I…” Vox unclipped his bowtie and unbuttoned his striped vest, also draping it over Alastor’s shoulder, “appreciate all that you’ve done for me today.” He finished sensually, removing his shoes and pants before climbing onto the bed.

Valentino snickered with amusement, then collected Vox in his arms so they could make-out passionately. They kissed and sucked face, using their tongues unashamedly until Val had enough.

“Hijo de puta!!!” He exclaimed, pointing another accusatory finger at Alastor. “That ugly fucking face is ruining the moment!! Get him out of here!!!”

Vox held up his hands defensively. “Woah, hey now, Val! Calm down, he’s not doing anything. C’mon… let me ride this a little longer.” He tried to go in for another kiss but Val wasn’t having it.

“The only thing you should be riding is me!!!”

His business partner huffed petulantly and Vox let out a heavy sigh. A thought suddenly came to mind and Vox couldn’t help smirking, calling forth two cables and using them to restrain Val’s wrists in an attempt to catch his attention.

“And you shouldn’t be focusing on him.” Vox commanded in a low tone, pinching Val’s chin between his thumb and first finger. “You should only have eyes for me.”

The little trick worked and Val was back to grinning sensually, leaning in for another kiss. This one, however, was much shorter, and Val was back to swearing in Spanish. He yanked his wrists free, shoved Vox aside, and climbed off the bed.

“The fuck is your deal, you little fucking bitch??” Val demanded, glaring menacingly at Alastor and stooping down to be almost eye-level with him. The Radio Demon didn’t answer and barely glanced at the other sinner from the corner of his eyes. “You little fucking creep… Are you finally not smiling beneath that mask??”

Valentino reached out a finger and tugged the mask off his mouth, but Alastor was indeed still smiling, albeit uneasily. He didn’t bother replying and Val gradually began to decipher the potential amusement to be had. His angry expression melted into fascination, and even Alastor knew that wasn’t a good sign. Val chuckled.

“What’s this? Is the Radio Demon disappointed he wasn’t invited to join in?”

Both Alastor and Vox sat up straighter and shot Val a dirty look at the same time. Val chuckled, using his middle finger to nudge Alastor’s head in one direction, then the other.

“I still don’t know what my amorcito sees in you, but I’m willing to find out.”

Alastor couldn’t help flicking his eyes down and up when Valentino unfurled his wings to shimmy his leather thong off his hips.

Vox panicked and couldn’t decide whether he should stop the other, or watch as the Film Demon grasped his mostly-flaccid cock and began stroking himself into an erection.

Val gave an evil smile as Alastor did everything in his power not to look at it. “How about a little taste to get me started? And maybe if you behave yourself, we’ll let you join us.”

Alastor looked like he’d rather burst into flames, but before Val could scold him for being rude, a black portal ripped its way open in the middle of the air. Black tentacles wriggled free, wrapped around Valentino and dragging him into the unknown. In a matter of seconds Valentino was gone, the portal closed, and the room was silent.

Vox jumped off the bed and looked around fiendishly. “What the fuck did you do?!”

“Hmmm…” Alastor hummed thoughtfully in his tinny radio voice. “What indeed?”

“Fix this right now!” Vox demanded, marching up and digging his fingers into the collar of Alastor’s shirt. “Bring him back!”

Alastor rolled his eyes playfully. “Hmmm…. No. No, I don’t think I will.” His smile was much more genuine and Vox snarled.

“This voids the deal, shithead!! You agreed to be all our prisoner, therefore you belong to all the Vees!!”

Alastor pretended to be deep in thought as he considered the idea, his ears standing up for the first time since he was captured. “That’s odd. I seem to recall agreeing to be your prisoner… not their prisoner. It’s times like these when speaking French would help distinguish between you, the individual, and you, the group.”

Vox didn’t appreciate the world-language grammar lesson and snarled as he slammed both hands onto the arm rests of the office chair. He leaned in close, his eyes narrowed and his teeth bared.

“Oh, do calm yourself.” Alastor insisted condescendingly. “Your film mogul is fine, I simply sent him away to cool down.”

Vox wanted to order him to do as he’s told, but a few things caught his attention. Alastor’s ears were no longer standing on end and were instead pointed straight back. He was also sitting up rigidly, pressed firmly into the back of the chair, and couldn’t seem to make eye contact. Vox found all of this fairly amusing and decided to take a page from Alastor’s insufferably calm book.

“You’re sure he’s fine?” Vox asked, leaning in a little closer and loving the subtle tremble he was given in return.

“Of course. However, if you insist on continuing to be a primitive lout, then I could certainly ensure his demise.”

A devious smile carved across Vox’s face and he moved his hands from gripping the armrests to holding onto the back of the chair. Alastor slipped another miniscule twinge he’d probably miss if he wasn’t inches away from his face.

“No… That doesn’t sound like you.” Vox tutted. “You’re not stupid enough to endanger our deal for something like this.” He used one hand to tip the Radio Demon’s head until he was facing the Media Overlord. “And as for your punishment for the noncompliance, I’m going to let you pick.”

Alastor had an incredible poker face at the news, but even that was amusing.

“You’re going to return Valentino no matter what, but before you do, you’re either going to kiss me…” Vox couldn’t stop himself from giggling as Alastor’s smile morphed into an unpleasant grimace. “Or… you’re going to let me fuck you.”

Vox searched the other overlord's eyes, dying to find out what was running through his head. Alastor was known to drink and gamble, among other sinful acts which landed a person in Hell. Of course, murder was also high up his list, but never baser instincts. There wasn’t a single person or Hell-born creature with a dirty story about Alastor, and it was maddening. At the very least, he was consistent. He didn’t just rip out Vox’s heart and smear it across the pavement, he was capable of doing that to anyone. Of course, it didn’t excuse what transpired all those years ago, and Vox was more than happy to claim every bit of his victory.

“Which is it gonna be, Alastor?” Vox persisted, his tone hushed as he leaned in closer. The Radio Demon didn’t even bother hiding how uncomfortable he was as he turned his head and closed his eyes.

“Come on, don’t be like that!” Vox spoke with a laugh, using a finger to trace a line through his bangs and down the side of his face. “If you’re hoping I’m gonna start pitying you, you’re outta luck.”

Alastor flicked a dangerous glare at his rival and Vox smoothed a thumb over his lips with a sly smile. “It’s just a kiss, how bad can it be?”

Vox decided to poke a few more buttons and let his hands wander from the back rest to Alastor’s shoulders. All day he had trouble keeping his hands to himself and now that he was in his bedroom and not wearing any pants, the temptation was growing.

Among other things.

He let his fingers wander down the Radio Demon’s chest, slowly gliding across the cables until he’d pushed his discarded clothes aside and his palms were resting on Alastor’s thighs. He took a moment to trace deep circles with his thumbs near the other sinner’s knees, watching for any reaction at all. When he wasn’t rewarded for his attempts, he took it upon himself to start sliding his hands towards Alastor’s pelvis and made sure to point all of his fingers right for his crotch.

Alastor jerked involuntarily when the other man went from invasive to predatorial, kicking his feet to try scooting the office chair back, but had no luck

“What are you getting so worked up about, Al??” Vox pried, his tone innocent, then yanked him forward to be nose to nose. “It’s just a kiss. Haven’t you ever kissed anyone before?”

Alastor figured this was a hill not worth dying on and steeled his resolve. “I didn’t realize eight years was enough to regress into a hapless twit, but if it will help you keep your hands to yourself, then I suppose I can indulge a fragment of your idiocy.”

A chuckle snuck out of the Media Demon’s throat and Alastor was caught off guard when the cables binding him loosened entirely until there was only one tying his wrists together behind his back.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Alastor glared through his smile, figuring there was another aspect of humiliation he wasn’t seeing yet, and when he leaned forward to peck a quick kiss so he could get this over with, Vox retreated a nudge.

“Do my eyes deceive me? Are all my dreams finally coming true?? Is the Radio Demon actually trying to kiss me!?” Vox cackled with cruel laughter, having to stand up and take a step back before wiping a tear from his eye. Alastor stared unamusedly, waiting for the gloating to subside.

Vox did his best to reel himself in by taking several deep breaths, then gestured for Alastor to stand up. “Okay, okay. I’ll be serious this time.”

He beckoned Alastor from his seat and the Radio Demon eventually complied, begrudgingly standing and counting down the seconds until his next unimaginative attempt to humiliate him. Alastor crept closer, waiting for Vox to burst into another bumptious giggling fit, and just as he was chest to chest with the other and leaning in for a kiss, Vox delivered.

The Media Demon clasped a hand over his face and howled with laughter. When he opened his eyes Alastor was staring contemptuously and it took him much longer to compose himself. Eventually he was able to stand up straight without doubling over from hilarity and began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Alright, alright.” Vox announced assuredly, tossing his dress shirt aside and taking a seat on the bed in only his boxer shorts. His grin was arrogantly sinister as he patted his knee for Alastor to come hither. “Third time’s the charm, Al.”

Alastor regarded the other sinner’s lap and stiffening erection with repugnance, then tried fidgeting with the cables tying his hands together. Vox really was going to milk this for everything it was worth, and it was in his best interest to go along with it for now. He rigidly approached, waiting for any chance this might turn into a ‘gotcha’ prank moment, but it never came. With a lot of grumbling and a bitter glare, Alastor climbed one knee at a time onto the bed and took a seat in Vox’s lap.

“It’s a good view.” Vox purred, setting his hands on Alastor’s waist. “It’s a shame it took so long for me to see it.”

“Don’t get used to it.” Alastor quipped, then tried to quickly lean in for a kiss only to have Vox dodge him again.

“Come on, it wouldn’t be any fun if it was easy!” Vox teased, tipping all the way back until he was lying on the bed. Alastor was doing his best to avoid the bulge in the other man’s underpants, but Vox wasn’t willing to support that decision. He wrapped his fingers around Alastor’s hips and thighs, digging his finger tips into the thickest parts, and dragged him forward so he was seated on his cock.

Alastor recoiled at the feeling, but no matter how fervently he squirmed, it was no use. Vox held him in place with sinister delight and did what he could to rock and buck his hips.

“Fuck… Such a good fucking view.” Vox murmured, giving a particularly sharp thrust and silently cheering when he was rewarded with a grunt. His cock was so hard it probably felt like a tree trunk being ground between his legs. “Let me be honest with you, though. This was not worth the wait.”

Alastor flicked a loathsome glare at the other and Vox didn’t hesitate to start fiddling with his clothes to undo all the buttons. Despite his obstinate expressions, the big bad Radio Demon wasn’t barred from using his powers. After all, he did banish Valentino to whatever dimension his tentacles reside in, and it wouldn’t take much to also use them to hold Vox down and get this simpleminded dare over with. So what was he waiting for?

Vox undid the final button and tossed his silly little bowtie aside, flicking open his shirt to admire the view. He touched his pointer finger against the other sinner’s sternum below his stitches, then dragged his nail all the way down to the hem of his pants. Alastor shivered and growled low in his throat, his expression downright murderous.

“I’m curious, because I genuinely don’t know the answer and can’t figure it out. Have you ever been fucked before?” Vox asked forwardly, using two fingers to start undoing the buttons to his pants. Alastor was still sitting on his dick, subjected to constant movements to remind him how thick and hard it was.

“If you’re asking me whether or not I’m a virgin, the answer is no.” Alastor retorted curtly, flinching at another particularly brutal thrust. Vox couldn’t help laughing as he popped open the last button and wasted no time yanking any clothing from his thighs. His reward for all the sexual harassment sprung free, bobbing lazily, but not smacking Alastor in the gut and that was a frustrating sight considering how fucking rock solid his own cock was right now.

“What? You lost your virginity to some backwoods girl in the bayou before you grew any hair down here?” Vox snickered, admiring the vibrant red color climbing towards his naval. “It’s nice to know the carpet matches the drapes.”

Alastor growled irritably until he noticed Vox was trying to join him in lower nakedness. He didn’t get a chance to protest when Vox’s member was freed, vulgarly slapping against his stomach and leaking a bead of precum.

“You’ve got a decent size there, old man.” Vox complimented, taking hold of his cock and Alastor’s in one hand, slowly stroking them both up and down. “Mine’s just a bit bigger.”

Alastor squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head so his bangs were masking his face. He snarled between his teeth, his arms tensing and fidgeting like he was trying to free himself, and it wasn’t much longer before he was fully erect.

Vox scoffed a laugh. “What? Pain and humiliation are the only things that get you hard? I gotta say, Al, I’m offended.”

Alastor let a misplaced chuckle sneak out from between his teeth, and when he glared at Vox through his hair cascading over his face, his eyes were practically lethal.

“I’m actually imagining the day when I finally get to tear open your abdomen and devour your entrails. Then again, that third arm you consider your penis would make an excellent meal.”

Vox gulped at the disturbing imagery before shaking it off and returning to what he was doing. “Whatever, bitch. You still didn’t answer my question. I’m not asking if you poked your nub into some slippery little cunt and jizzed yourself in ten seconds.” He twisted his hips and rolled over on the mattress, looming atop Alastor with a hand on either side of his head. “I’m asking if you’ve been split in two; if you’ve had a cock shoved so far up your ass you could almost choke on it.”

Alastor’s surprisingly prudish disposition made it a dead giveaway and Vox conjured an AV cable to procure a decorative glass bottle of lube from his bedside table. He then untwisted the cap and poured a hefty amount straight over their dicks, allowing it to dribble down Alastor’s stomach. He smeared his right hand through the lubricant, wrapping his fingers once again around their cocks, and picked up a tighter and faster pace.

When Vox let go, Alastor released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and flicked a warning scowl at the other, but Vox still chuffed a laugh. Without a word of mockery, he sunk a finger into Alastor’s ass and twisted left then right.

“If you want to kiss me, you’d better do it soon. I don’t think I can hold myself back much longer.” He inserted another finger and was gifted a sound that could be mistaken for a needy whine.

Alastor felt like rolling his eyes at the idea of Vox having had to restrain himself all this time. At this point it was a little late, and he resigned himself to the outcome. “Just get it over with already, you vapid brute.”

Vox was speechless when he realized he was in Alastor’s head so bad his annoying voice modulator was out to lunch. It didn’t take him long to get over it though, and in no time he was ripping all the clothing from Alastor’s legs and relinquishing the last of his own. He pinned one of Alastor’s knees into his chest to get a better view of his asshole before lining up his cock and slowly sinking in.

They both groaned in satisfaction as Vox forced inch after inch deep into Alastor’s guts until he bottomed out and there was a nice little bulge poking the Radio Demon’s navel from inside.

“Fuck!!” Vox swore, taking a moment to catch his breath. “This was so not worth the fucking wait!!” He dug his fingers into Alastor’s coat and shirt, forcing them down his arms since the clothing couldn’t be removed with his wrist restraints. “I should’ve fucked you so fucking long ago, you tight fucking twink!!”

Vox sunk his teeth into Alastor’s shoulder, practically devouring his collar bone and began ramming their hips together. Alastor gasped involuntarily, but choked back his exclamations and Vox used a hand to pry open the Radio Demon’s mouth. He pressed two fingers into the soft flesh beneath his tongue, causing him to drool uncontrollably and let slip a few delectable noises.

“That’s more fucking like it!! Scream on my cock you needy little slut!!”

Alastor twisted and pulled against his wrist restraints, his legs absolutely useless with Vox lodged firmly between them. He felt himself slipping from the pleasure only to have his brain finally begin clearing the fog and dragging him back to reality. Alastor cursed as best he could with two fingers in his mouth, then bit down and silently celebrated the little win when they were removed.

“Oh no you fucking don’t!!!” Vox declared, wrapping both hands around the Radio Demon’s throat. Alastor expected to be strangled and unable to breathe, but it seemed as if Vox was sparing his airway and pressing his thumbs into the sides of his throat. He wanted to ask what this could possibly accomplish when he finally began to feel it.

Alastor twisted and thrashed, but Vox held him in place by his throat and his ass, still pounding him into oblivion as Alastor was slowly being pulled back into the fog of pleasure. His brain was going stupid and lighting up with a barrage of happy chemicals as blood flow was being restricted by the Media Demon’s thumbs.

“You should see your fucking face right now, Al.” Vox murmured, smugly satisfied to be the sole reason the sinner with the biggest stick up his ass was unraveling so easily. Alastor was gasping deeper, tears were gathering in his eyes, and Vox was selfish enough to ride through his release without offering a moment of reprieve. When he finally came, he let go of Alastor’s throat. His hips stuttered, he buried his cock as deep as it would go, and he grunted through the intensity.

When he eventually caught his breath, Vox glanced down to see if the mission was a complete success and lit up at the sight of Alastor’s dick spent and dribbling with cum.

“Hah! You fucker, I knew you weren’t immune to getting dicked down.” He gloated, glancing back up with a big dopey smile.

Alastor stared with deep irritation at the ceiling, working with an incredibly heightened sense of post-nut clarity considering sex was never on his mind. He muttered a curse under his breath and spoke.

“If you’re finished, then I’d appreciate the use of your facilities, you contemptuous ogre.”

Vox couldn’t stop staring like a lovestruck teen at the sound of Alastor’s unmodified voice. He smiled sweetly, remembering the good old times when they could be mistaken for friends and his heart would go pitter patter whenever they were in a room together. In the deepest recesses of his mind, and far removed from anyone’s judgement, he felt safe to admit he still had leftover feelings for the Radio Demon. Some wire between his head and his heart went screwy and he never acted rationally around his fellow overlord. The opportunity to take him captive and live out some of his fantasies had been too tempting to pass up, and he wasn’t delusional enough to think this arrangement could ever result in anything remotely copacetic enough to be considered a relationship. In all honesty, it was pretty deranged, but thankfully they were both awful people and could get on with their lives when it inevitably ended after the contract concluded, or one of them was dead.

“I’m not even close to being finished with you.” Vox admitted, climbing off of Alastor while simultaneously taking hold of his coat collar and dragging him along. He situated himself to recline against the headboard with Alastor seated in his lap and crashed their lips together. Alastor was awkward and stiff at first as he tried to shake out the soreness in his arms and also find a position comfortable to sit in. Vox just simply plowed through the make-out session with heated kisses and shoved his tongue down the other man’s throat. His hands wandered unashamedly, even as Alastor shivered at certain touches and almost bit his tongue.

Alastor cursed himself for hastily sending the pimp away without first considering all of the outcomes. No matter what, he was doomed, but maybe if Valentino was still here, Vox would at least be distracted.

Yeah right, who was he kidding? Vox was wearing those big imbecilic puppy-dog eyes practically since the day they met. It was only a matter of time before he got bored and started paying attention to something else.

As soon as that thought crossed his mind, however, Vox shifted gears and tugged Alastor closer in his lap so he could get his hand wrapped around their dicks once again. Alastor jolted at the familiar hard sensation of Vox’s cock grinding against his flaccid and overstimulated member while the lube was beginning to get dry and sticky. Alastor struggled, but with one hand digging into the collar of his coat, the other hand holding him in place by the dick, and a tongue curling through his mouth and wrapped around his own, Alastor was at Vox’s mercy.

Just then, all of his struggling and fidgeting paid off. Alastor managed to wrench one arm free of the cables and shoved himself away from the Media Demon, collapsing onto the bed and trying to catch his breath.

“Perhaps you should consider a wider variety of chew toys, you mangy fucking dog. Or, better yet, extensive therapy sessions to address your debilitating oral fixation.” Alastor pointed out, once again speaking in his tinny radio voice. In a split second he was bound again in cables, this time tying his wrists above his head and securing him to the bedframe.

Vox laughed. “What the fuck did you think that was going to accomplish? You’re my prison bitch, Al.” He crawled over to the Radio Demon and flipped him onto his stomach, then grabbed him by the waist to get his knees under him. The familiar sound of the bottle of lube being unscrewed boiled an intense rage in Alastor’s chest, but before he could speak up, a finger was being inserted into his ass.

“We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, so get ready for one helluva night!”

Alastor blanched at the idea of spending the whole night with a dick in his ass, right before Vox corrected him by shoving his tongue in next. Alastor felt his limbs seize and lose their connection to his brain, not listening to him as he told them to fucking move!! The tongue in his ass wriggled and swirled before Vox finally came up for air.

“Man, I shot that load so fucking deep in you! I can’t even fucking taste it!”

“That’s it!!” Alastor used his magic to open a portal to the tentacle dimension in hopes that adding another insane person to this little fuck session would somehow cancel things out.

Both overlords stared uncomprehendingly as Valentino strutted out of the dimensional tear like he was leaving a lover’s house.

“Bye bye, my little amorcitos! Daddy is going to miss playing with all of you!”

Vox raised his eyebrows with intrigue. Alastor gaped in horror.

Valentino took another step only to be stopped in his tracks by a few tentacles wrapping around his limbs and waist, then one tickled him under his chin until he happily opened his mouth to use his tongue like they were french kissing. The tentacles wriggled sensually, rubbing and exploring until one wrapped over his leather thong and Valentino playfully smacked it with his hand.

“So naughty! Until next time my darlings, kisses! Ciao ciao!” Valentino kissed the tips of his fingers, blowing them into the portal and some of the tentacles reached out like they were catching them before it closed and Val was alone.

“Fucking, finally!” Val announced, taking a moment to inspect his wings and satisfied they were free of dirt and debris. “That was fun, but I missed my Voxxie!”

Vox couldn’t manage to string together a sentence that perfectly conveyed his desire to be the next one alone in the tentacle dimension, and Alastor regretted being able to speak as soon as the words left his mouth.

“Did you just fuck my tentacles?”

Valentino completely ignored the question as he eyed the other two overlords up and down, his sinister smile growing until he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Well, it’s about fucking time you got that fucking fantasy out of your system.” Val stated as he planted a hand on his hip.

Alastor was betrayed by his reflexes when he felt a flush dusting the corners of his cheeks, then glanced over his shoulder to see Vox’s expression lit up like a blushing fucking fool. The sight made Alastor panic, and because of the distraction, he was able to free his wrists from the cables and throw an elbow into the Media Demon’s stomach.

Vox grunted and coughed, but nevertheless let Alastor slip away as he wrapped himself in his coat to save even a smidge of his dignity while he searched for a bathroom and found an ensuite on the far end.

While Val and Vox spent their time catching up all over the enormous bed, Alastor locked himself in the restroom and cranked the elaborate shower to full blast.

Chapter 2: Quiche

Notes:

Did anyone else learn a new word in the last chapter? I did. Bumptious. Thanks, thesaurus dot com.

Alastor woke up after finally drifting off a few hours ago. His captive was gracious enough to supply him with a down pillow and a thin blanket at the foot of his bed for the night like a fucking dog.

Ⱡł₭Ɇ ₳ ₣Ʉ₵₭ł₦₲ ĐØ₲.

After being strapped to the cuck chair and given a musical number, Vox and Valentino shared a few drinks before turning in for the night. Val had his own room and told Vox he wasn’t stupid enough to fall asleep so long as Smiles was nearby.

So he is capable of thinking individualistically. Interesting.

The AV cables were still wrapped around his arms which made it painful to lay on the hard floor and uncomfortable to get any kind of real sleep. Thus, Alastor decided to embark on an adventure through the Vee’s tower in search of coffee and maybe something to eat. He climbed to his feet, feeling unsteady from his fatigue, and glanced at the bed.

Vox was sound asleep in the middle snoring softly, his arms draped over the pillows, and the comforter rumpled around him. He gave no indication of noticing Alastor, and the Radio Demon thought how easy it would be to run a tentacle through his stomach to get this whole escapade over with.

Perhaps in due time.

Alastor called forth two tentacles to extend from his back, acting like his arms to silently open the bedroom door, then softly shut it. He turned his head and saw a few more doors in the hallway, likely the bedrooms for the other Vees, while the other direction appeared to lead into some sort of common area. He headed that way and found a living area with an open concept kitchen.

Everything was sleek and modern, almost looking like a solid wall if it wasn’t for the lines indicating where the cabinet doors were. He approached, unsure if there even was a sink considering the faucet protruding from the counter looked to just spill all over the top.

Hmmm… That sounds like a VoxTek problem.

Alastor let his curiosity get the better of him, but when he went to reach for the lever for the faucet, it didn’t have one.

What an asinine kitchen.

Maybe there was a button? Alastor glanced left and right around the sleek gooseneck, finding nothing. He used a tentacle to press it, maybe the lines were just too streamline, but when he made contact, the faucet turned on.

Alastor watched with fascination while the water drained along the countertop, finally noticing there was a subtle indent and a cleverly placed linear drain for the water to disappear. However, when he tried to turn it off, nothing happened. Steam began wafting from the water, and when Alastor touched the faucet again, the stream went from a gentle line to a piercing shower.

Confounded, overly complicated, useless technology…

Alastor decided to ignore it. After all, it was a Voxtek problem. He turned his attention to the cabinet doors and finally noticed there were no fucking handles. What was everyone’s obsession with such extreme minimalism? Maybe it worked like the faucet. Alastor pressed a lower cabinet door with his foot and was surprised when it actually clicked open.

What an idiotic fucking kitchen.

He went from cabinet to cabinet, not bothering to close a single door, until he found one at his chest level that opened vertically instead of horizontally. Intriguing. When the door was lifted, it was able to slide into the wall of cabinets and a screen greeted him with illuminated pictures of hot beverages.

“Good morning,” a delicate, feminine voice greeted from what sounded like the contraption in front of him. Before he could question it, a vertical laser scanned his face up and down; “guest of Voxtek. I trust that your evening copulations were satisfactory?”

Alastor sneered with disgust and watched as the screen flicked to a different page with five colorless stars.

“Please rate your experience, with one being unsatisfactory, and five being most satisfactory.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes and leaned in, noticing something was written in small print below the rating system. It said; “Disclaimer; any rating below five stars will result in immediate and painful death.”

Alastor considered his options, then spoke. “If I participate, will this frivolous technology be able to serve me a cup of coffee?”

“Yes.” It replied. “Guests may select up to two beverages. After that, we accept all major debit or credit cards.” A little card reader then popped out with the screen prompting whether Alastor would like to leave a thirty or forty percent tip. Alastor rolled his eyes in annoyance and decided to select the five star rating in order to avoid death and collect his two free drinks. The screen thanked him, returned to the beverage menu, and nothing in the list said anything as simple as normal black coffee.

“Would you like assistance making a selection?” The screen asked. Alastor grumbled irritably, cursing Vox and his beguiling technology fetish.

“I would like a simple cup of coffee.” A few of the pictures looked like they could be coffee, but why were they all called something different??

“Of course. Would you like a latte? A cappuccino? A macchiato? A…”

Alastor cursed under his breath. “Black. I would like a black coffee.”

“Of course. Would you like a pour over? An Americano? A shot in the dark? A…”

“Whatever that first one was, just get on with it.”

The machine complied, began calibrating, then the gentle sound of beans being freshly ground could be heard. Right before they got dusted over the drip tray and all over the floor. Alastor took a step back in confusion in order to avoid being coated, then glanced up and saw that the screen was indicating for him to locate a coffee cup himself, along with some sort of ceramic dish containing a paper filter for the top. Next, hot water came streaming out, also making a mess down the cabinet and all across the floor.

Alastor narrowed his eyes contemptuously, realizing one of his drinks was just wasted, and decided to look in the cabinet above. A dozen blue coffee mugs with the words “Fuck Alastor” in bold, red font were lined up, along with a pour over dripper and filters. He set it up according to the picture, asked the robot lady to serve him another coffee, and watched as the damned thing actually worked this time.

He used a tentacle to take his coffee, leaving the ceramic dripper on the counter, and helped himself to a seat on a couch in the living area. And, just as he took a sip, Vox came rushing into the room in a bathrobe, looking around frantically until he found Alastor making himself at home.

Most of the cabinet doors were cracked open, the faucet was running with steam billowing from the boiling water, and there was a pile of coffee grounds on the floor. Vox regarded the other with a tart frown, no longer looking as if he was in a panic.

“Y’know, you could’ve just woken me up instead of making a fucking mess.” Vox pointed out bitterly, snapping his fingers to have the faucet turn off, the cabinet doors shut, and a little robot vacuum came rolling out from an opening under the sink.

Alastor chuckled amusedly. “But where would the fun in that be?”

Vox raised an eyebrow, wondering where this man found the audacity, and strolled up to the other overlord. If Alastor was going to insist on acting like a fucking brat, then Vox had no problem meeting him on his level. When he approached, he used a hand to nudge the sinner’s knees apart, stepping between them and reaching out to snag his mug. Vox took a healthy swig from it right before he remembered the other man only drank his morning brew scaldingly hot and bitter. He made an unpleasant face, then handed it back.

“D’ya like the mugs?” Vox asked, deciding to change the subject.

“Mmmm… I’ve known your intentions for quite some time. There’s no need to commemorate them with souvenirs.” Alastor replied, turning the mug in his tentacles to see the words were written on both sides, then didn’t hesitate to take a sip right where Vox had drank from. Vox couldn’t help himself as he watched, then reached out a hand to use a finger in order to tip the Radio Demon’s chin up for a kiss. He was delightfully surprised when Alastor didn’t so much as flinch and decided to try his luck by deepening it.

Vox suddenly found a tentacle pressed over his mouth, shoving him back. He glanced down to see Alastor glaring venomously through his jagged smile, his ears once again tucked against the crown of his head, and the Media Demon snorted a laugh.

“Ooo, so scary.” He mocked, using a hand to push the tentacle aside. “Y’know, I had Velvette get me up to speed on the whole ‘LBGT-whatever’ lingo.” Vox used finger quotes and rolled his eyes like it was an inconvenience. “She told me about asexuality, and at first I was like ‘what? They can reproduce without fucking?’ and she told me it’s actually someone who isn’t interested in sex.”

Alastor took a sip of his coffee, looking as bored as can be. “Marvelous for you. Very forward thinking. But I assure you that I have no desire to discuss such things.”

“Right, sure. Whatever.” Vox extended a hand, then plucked Alastor’s coffee mug from his tentacle and set it on a low table off to the side. He then reached out with both hands, dug his fingers into the Radio Demon’s lapels, and dragged him along as he took a seat on the couch until Alastor was once again sitting on his thighs. “Y’see, that got me thinking… How does a guy, one of the strongest in Hell, who has no interest in sex, get his jollies off? Where does all that pent up tension go?”

Before Alastor could speak, Vox tangled his fingers into his hair and yanked his head aside to expose his throat, then tugged him close and sunk his teeth into the corner of his jaw. Alastor hissed at the pain, but instead of struggling for freedom, it was more like he submitted with a tremble shivering down his spine. Vox reveled in his astute observation, and when he released his bite, he dragged his tongue up the other sinner’s temple.

“You don’t prey on the weak like the other overlords. Skimming off the bottom of the barrel and biding your time by intimidating the feebleminded. No…”

Vox waved a hand to undo the cables wrapped around him, earning a quiet breath of relief as Alastor flexed his hands and bent his arms. Vox didn’t bother giving him a moment to enjoy the lack of restraints, let alone ask his permission, before popping open the buttons to his coat and untying his bowtie. Vox also couldn’t help noticing the tentacles were nowhere to be seen while he focused on Alastor’s dress shirt next. Alastor reached out to stop him, only for Vox to intercept by wrapping each wrist in a cable and halfheartedly holding them in place.

“You enjoy a challenge. Emerging victorious in some sort of conquest. Of course, when you’re sitting at the top, it’s hard to keep scoring that kind of win. But, then again, you seem to have no problem lowering yourself if it means you can flaunt your power. My only question is; why bother?”

Alastor savored being a man of mystery, choosing never to open up to anyone. It was a skill he grew quite adept at in the living world. After all, that’d be an easy way for a serial killer to be caught.

Despite striking a deal with Rosie when he was still alive and arriving in Hell all-mighty and all-powerful, he was essentially a puppet on her strings. In true demon fashion, she twisted and altered their deal to fit her needs and it didn’t take him long to understand there were no friends in Hell. No sinner was there to help anyone, no sinner had any intention of being altruistic, and if anyone claimed to be different, they were either a scammer or a con artist. When Vox asked to join forces and be partners, Alastor knew if he accepted, he himself would inevitably be the scammer in their duo. There was no way he could live up to the conditions of his deal and also be trusted.

It might’ve looked as if he was sitting at the top from anyone else’s point of view, but there was a helluva long way to go.

After a lengthy pause, Alastor chortled in his throat. “You certainly do love to hear yourself talk, don’t you?” He mused in an airy tone, knowing exactly how to derail the conversation. Vox undid the cables on his wrists just long enough to yank the clothes from his arms, then tied his hands together behind his back.

“I asked you a question,” Vox stated in a low and dangerous tone, twisting his fingers into his hair and also grabbing a fuzzy ear before yanking him backwards to expose his chest. “I expect to be given a straight answer.”

Vox leaned forward, then dragged his tongue along the gash Alastor received from Adam. He licked long and slow, savoring his little tremors. When he finished and glanced up, Alastor flicked his eyes from Vox to the hallway leading to the bedrooms and the Media Demon chuckled.

“Don’t worry, they’re still asleep. Besides, Val would probably love to walk in with my cock up your ass.”

Alastor snarled through his teeth, taking a moment to test the strength of the cables binding him once more.

“It’s not gonna be that easy. Plus, I’ve finally got an edge now; I dicked my white whale, so your stupid little mind tricks aren’t going to work on me anymore.”

Alastor’s expression fell into one of amused incredulity. “Really? Do you honestly think I’m going to believe that?”

Vox looked like he wanted to reply with something short and snarky until he sputtered a laugh. “Not even close. I’m so fucking horny right now.” He reclined into the couch, tugged his robe open, and slid Alastor right back onto his cock. The Radio Demon grunted as the tree trunk from last night was being ground between his legs.

“Let’s make a deal, Al.” Vox proposed, bucking and bouncing his hips which earned him an especially sour grimace. “Tell me a smidge of your plan; even just a drop of juicy details. Why did you start working for that joke of a hotel? Where did you disappear to for seven years? How come you managed to gain so much power from practically the moment you set foot in Hell? Or, let me bend you over the kitchen counter and have my way with you.”

One of Alastor’s ears twitched with annoyance before returning to its down position. Vox couldn’t help grinning like a fool, loving every tortured moment Alastor was experiencing until the Radio Demon slowly leaned forward to whisper in his ear. “Make it sloppy.”

Alastor stood with a conniving grin, casually strolling into the kitchen. When he got to the sink, he flicked his gaze over his shoulder with his best attempt at a sultry expression, then bent forward to rest his cheek on the stone surface. For a moment, Vox thought he was going to jizz his pants right there. He jumped up and bolted to the other sinner’s side, tossing his robe to the floor, and hopping out of his boxers.

“Fuckin’ tease of a cunt, I knew you couldn’t resist getting fucked by my cock.” Vox muttered under his breath, yanking any clothes from Alastor’s hips before realizing he didn’t have lube. He considered running to his room, then remembered they might be in luck with something in these cabinets.

“Mmm… Not quite. You see, I had about as much emotional attachment to what we did last night as going on a walk. It may be repulsive to be near you when you’re acting like a bitch in heat, but it’s certainly easy to manipulate you.”

Vox returned to stand behind Alastor, and for a moment was able to connect a few dots having to do with the Radio Demon quite possibly trying to set him up in some sort of grand, elaborate plan that may or may not result in his demise. However, the beckoning swish of Alastor’s hips was enough to short circuit his brain.

“I’m certain it’s a moment like this where you wished I had a tail.”

Vox immediately threw caution to the wind and made a mental note about researching deer tail butt plugs. He then unscrewed a jar of coconut oil and poured some of the liquid right over Alastor’s asshole. One finger went in, followed shortly by a second, and this time Alastor definitely let out a needy little whine.

“You can act all high and mighty, but these reactions don’t lie.” Vox pointed out, finger fucking the other without hesitation.

Alastor fixed the Media Demon with a testy sneer and spoke without his modulator. “You’re hurting me.”

Vox blushed reflexively, caught off guard with such a grounded statement. He swore under his breath, then stretched his two fingers and poured the coconut oil again, this time aiming for the center of the reddened sphincter.

“I’m still gonna fuck you. We have a deal.”

Alastor rolled his eyes, his cheek smushed into the countertop and his ears still back. “I don’t recall shaking on it.”

Vox slicked up his cock, then rammed it in place which gifted him with a genuine yelp and he smiled mischievously. “You always have something smart to say, don’t you?”

The fucking commenced with Alastor’s fingers curling and squeezing at each other, still bound behind his back. His eyes were shut, his smile was a thin line, and Vox was thrusting with a brutal pace.

“Still feel like a walk in the park?” Vox spoke breathlessly. Alastor finally opened his eyes, staring blankly across the counter.

“I’m famished. Do me a f-favor and hurry this along so you can-n get me some breakfast.”

Vox decided to take the little stutters as wins and did what he could to chase his own orgasm. He grunted through his climax, driving his cock as deep as it would go, before tipping his head back to try and catch his breath.

Alastor jolted when the Media Demon reached around to take hold of his dick, his hand greased with coconut oil as he instantly committed to a merciless pace. Alastor couldn’t decide which insult to begin with while his brain screamed the words get the fuck off of me!!! but Vox couldn’t hear. Not when he had a hand clamped over the Radio Demon’s throat with his first finger and thumb pressed to his carotid arteries while his palm was crushing the other sinner’s airway. Alastor gasped and choked, convulsing this way and that, trying to free himself in vain. Just as black spots were beginning to speckle across his vision, Vox released his hold and Alastor felt as a wave crashed into him that caused him to ejaculate all over the lower cabinet door.

“Damn… That was so fucking hot.” Vox murmured, raising his hand to lick a bit of cum and oil from his fingers. Alastor was working to steady his breath, but movement near his ass caught Vox’s attention and he glanced down to see the Radio demon was flipping him the double bird. Vox chuffed a laugh, then manhandled and hefted the other sinner to be seated on the stone countertop. He placed his hands rather tenderly along Alastor’s jawline, pulling him in for a make out session. Alastor was too exhausted to be obstinate and allowed the exploratory tongue into his mouth despite his overwhelming desire to bite it off.

The cable tying his wrists together unraveled itself and Alastor was caught off guard. He immediately used his newfound freedom to press his hands into Vox’s chest to push him away, until the Media Demon dug his fingernails into his shoulder blades and slowly raked them down his spine. Alastor’s brain instantly lost its signal for any attempt to free himself, and even he had to admit that was a fascinating outcome.

Vox was smiling wickedly, loving that he was finding out how to crack the code to the Radio Demon.

“What do you want for breakfast?” Vox inquired in a soft tone. “There’s a French bakery around the corner. We could order beignets.”

Alastor considered the offer, thinking that sounded delightful, until he noticed Vox was trying to completely remove his pants from his legs.

“I’ll call it in right after round two.”

Alastor stared incredulously, wondering how it was possible someone could go as many rounds as Vox did last night, then wake up just as horny. Alastor grabbed Vox’s wrists before the man could render him completely nude and spoke.

“The conditions of your deal have been satisfied. Either get me breakfast or risk breaking our original agreement.”

Vox flicked his eyes down and then up before grinning snootily. “Deal? I don’t recall shaking on it.”

Alastor mentally cursed this buffoon, especially when Vox sunk his fingernails into his hips and slowly raked them down his thighs. He squeezed his eyes shut, his toes curled, his back arched, and when Vox got to his knees he tugged him to the edge of the countertop.

“C’mon, just a quickie. And all you’ve gotta do is sit there and look pretty.” Vox splayed his fingers across Alastor’s chest, then pressed his thumb forcefully into the other’s man’s stitches. Alastor grimaced through his smile, frozen in place by the pain. “Like that! Good job.”

“You’ve already bedded me two times too many. Try for a third today and your phallus will be severed and in my stomach.”

Vox paused only to come to a wildly incorrect presumption. “So… I can try again tomorrow?”

Alastor slapped a palm into the Media Demon’s forehead to keep him back when he began leaning in for a kiss.

“C’mon, Al! It’s just a quickie! I’ll be in and out before you know it.”

Vox had one hand wrapped completely around Alastor’s thigh and the other pressed between his shoulder blades. His cock was rock hard once again, grinding into Alastor’s stomach like he hadn’t just spilled his load into the other sinner’s guts.

“It’s pronounced quiche.” Alastor insisted poignantly. The sound of a drawer opening caught Vox’s attention, and when he glanced over he could see one of Alastor’s tentacles pulling a chef’s knife out. “Here’s a deal for you; either bring me breakfast or have two of your three arms cut off.”

Vox sputtered a chuckle. “But if both of these are lopped off and my cock is spared, then how am I supposed to choke you out?”

Alastor’s ceaseless smile became tart, hating that every answer this man had was ‘I’m horny’. Vox began chattering about making it feel good for him too as he sank down to one knee and couldn’t take his eyes off the other man’s dick. The Radio Demon was just about to call forth a swarm of tentacles to finally end this maddening show of desperation when something from the living area caught his eye.

Vox noticed as Alastor went rigid and finally used a decent amount of strength to hold him back from leaning in to suck his dick. Both of his hands were holding Alastor’s knees open and it was just sitting there, completely flaccid and mocking him. He decided to see what all the fuss was about, turning to look over his shoulder. To his annoyance, he found Valentino sitting on a couch and peering over the back while fiddling with his phone, obviously trying to film them.

Val waved his hand dismissively. “Just pretend I’m not here.”

Vox didn’t get a chance to order his business partner to scram before Alastor was kicking him in the head with both feet and beckoning a tentacle to smash Valentino’s phone to bits.

“Aye, fuck!”

“Ow!! Fuck!!”

Vox expected his screen to be cracked when he momentarily blipped to color-test mode, but when his face came back there was only a dribble of blood from his nose. He glanced around, but Alastor was gone, and a slam from the direction of the bedrooms told him he was probably taking a shower.

“Dammit, Val.” Vox muttered, rubbing his head and looking around for his clothes. He found them strewn about and made himself decent before flopping beside his business partner on the couch. He expected Val to be throwing a fit in Spanish about disrespectful bitch deers, but when he turned to him, Val was holding another phone.

His phone.

Vox scooched a little closer, wondering what the other overlord was watching, and blushed deeply when he saw it was a video of him fucking Alastor. Of course, the Radio Demon was fuzzed out, but not nearly enough to be confused who was on the receiving end of Vox's cock.

“I didn’t want to spook your Bambino, otherwise I would’ve gone in for a better angle.” Val explained deviously, holding the phone so they could both watch. The Film Demon must’ve sent it to Vox’s phone right before Alastor destroyed his, and it was more than enough to make Vox jump his bones.

Vox got his quickie, much to Valentino’s disappointment, and hurried to his room with Alastor’s discarded clothing in his grasp. He found the Radio Demon in front of his dressing table wearing only pants, using his fingers to comb his damp hair, and Vox was surprised at how much the sight squeezed his heart.

Alastor tried to ignore the other sinner, but when he came up behind him offering to help with his shirt, he didn’t turn him down. He slipped his arms into the sleeves, shrugged it onto his shoulders, and before he could touch the buttons, Vox wrapped his arms around his waist and started doing it for him.

It was surprising how quiet and gentle Vox was acting. Alastor considered some ulterior motive, but there didn’t seem to be one, and that in itself was amusing.

“We were fifteen, and she was a neighbor of mine.” Alastor broke the silence as he reminisced. Vox raised an eyebrow, unsure what he was going on about and Alastor elaborated. “The girl I lost my virginity to; she was a friend of mine. She told me she watched her mother doing something in her parent’s bedroom with a man passing through town, and she wanted to try it with me. She claimed it looked like so much fun, but I couldn’t seem to get into the spirit of things.”

Vox hummed, figuring that made sense as he helped Alastor into his coat next and also fastened the buttons.

“She wasn’t the first person I killed, but she was the first one to almost make me feel regret for ending her life.”

Vox snorted a laugh. Of course this fucker killed his first date. He held up the bowtie next, but when he tried remembering how to tie it, he gave up. Alastor gently took it from him and effortlessly completed the knot.

“Then maybe I should consider myself lucky you haven’t slit my throat and tossed me in a shallow grave yet.” Vox murmured, smoothing the other sinner’s shoulders and picking a bit of lint from his lapel. Alastor chuckled.

“Perhaps.”

Alastor turned around, caught between Vox and the dressing table, and didn’t seem to mind it. Vox reflexively set his hands on the man’s hips, using his thumbs to trace circles into his waist.

“You’re telling me this does nothing for you?” Vox asked, searching his features for the lie.

Alastor’s grin sharpened sadistically. “Not a thing.”

Just then, a tentacle appeared beside them holding Vox’s phone.

“You still owe me breakfast.” Alastor pointed out, causing Vox to glare testily at him, but when he attempted to take the device, the tentacle constricted and reduced the phone to pieces.

“Hey!”

Alastor jabbed his pointer finger into Vox’s sternum and pushed him away.

“That’s for conspiring to keep such an atrocious video of me. Now, I believe you were saying something about beignets.”

Vox batted the other man’s hand away and met his humorous grin with a look of irritation.

“I can’t order shit if I don’t have my fucking phone, jackass.”

Alastor laughed jovially.

“What a quandary, my good man! I suppose that means you’ll be hoofing it. Better get a move on!!”

Alastor laughed again, then hummed a little tune under his breath as he strolled for the door of the bedroom before he remembered something and paused.

“Oh! Would you be a dear and get me a coffee? I seem to have spilled my first, and my second is likely cold by this point.”

Vox smacked his palm into his forehead, but nevertheless complied. He marched into the living area, finding Val still sitting on the couch with an iPad scrolling through social media. He set the coffeemaker to allow Alastor unlimited drinks, and created a preference for twelve ounces of hot, bitter drip. He then located a desk phone in a seating area near the windows and ordered whichever concierge who picked up to run out and bring a collection of French bakery items to them.

He noticed the kitchen was spotless, likely because Valentino ordered someone to get their ass in there and clean it up. Which was incredibly good timing considering Velvette was now awake and walking into the common area. Before she could greet anyone, she fixed Vox with a harsh scowl and told him to march his ass into the shower because he smelled like Val’s and deer ass all the way from where she was standing.

Notes:

That's it for now. Unless the next set of episodes come out and inspire me to write more, again 😋🌶️♨️

Chapter 3: Thank The Babysitter

Vox didn’t have any fucking time for this. Setup for the Resistance Rally was underway, his people were running around the stage areas like a mad circus, and Alastor was being an especially big pain in the ass. His excuses ranged from curiosity to boredom while he got in the way, sabotaged setups, and generally harassed the staff. Vox didn’t think he’d have to keep this grown-ass fucking man under constant surveillance, but then again, never have high expectations when it comes to the Radio Demon.

“You are going to sit in this fucking chair!!” Vox declared, having shoved the man into a nearby rolling office chair and tied him up with AV cables again. You’d think the guy would learn how uncomfortable they were at some point. “You are going to fucking behave yourself for ten fucking minutes!!!” He jabbed a finger at Alastor’s nose. “And when I get out of my dressing room, not a single one of my fucking staff had better be fucking missing!!!”

Vox thought he was going to blow a fuse with how pissed off he was, and all Alastor could do was smile like a spoiled brat.

“Well, I suppose I could take a break. After all, I am quite hungry.”

Vox snarled, squeezing the arm rests of the chair and nearly shredding them to pieces. “There is food in the greenroom, you fucking child!!! Go fucking eat something!!!”

Alastor giggled merrily before using his feet to scoot himself away. Vox breathed heavily while he watched him go, trying to reign himself in. Today was his day; he and the Vees went around town pitching their rally to every overlord they could find, and now he was in charge of taking center stage, so there couldn’t be a single thing that might fuck it all up. He had a killer speech, a sexy new white suit, and everyone was here to listen to him.

When he finally simmered down to a manageable level of emotions, he let out a deep breath, set a neutral expression, and took one step in the direction of his dressing room.

Only to be stopped by Valentino who was standing with his arms crossed, a big wily smile carved into his features.

“I knew you had a crush on Alastor, but I didn’t know he had one on you too.”

Vox heard a vinyl record scratch in his mind as he was caught off guard and nearly tripped over his own feet. An involuntary blush lit up his screen, and he scrambled clumsily for words.

“What… the fuck are you going on about, Val?” Vox demanded, incomprehensible confusion knitting his eyebrows together. Valentino’s smile darkened.

“Oh? I thought you knew.” He said playfully. “With the way he won’t let anyone else touch him or come near him, but then you come along and you can’t keep your hands off him.”

Vox glanced around frantically, but no one was within earshot. “You’re imagining things, you have no idea what you’re fucking talking about!” He deflected lamely, suddenly over-analyzing his interactions with Alastor like he could put them on slides under a microscope.

“I’m just saying… you might want to be more careful around him. Especially since he makes you think with your dick.” Val pointed out simply, his tone light and airy.

Vox opened his mouth like he wanted to say something, then thought better of it and crossed his arms. “Fuck you. I'm gonna go get changed.”

He stomped over to his dressing room and slammed the door shut, grumbling to himself about how Val should keep his damned nose out of other peoples’ damned business.

Then again, the Film Demon was a slut for gossip.

He scrubbed his face with his hands, then reminded himself he was going to have an audience to manage soon, and set to work getting ready for the event. Val was just spreading rumors like he always did. Was Alastor more relaxed and receptive to being near Vox? Sure, they’d known each other for over seventy years and were pretty close back in the day. Did Alastor readily let people into his life and allow them to see more than his one-dimensional smiling façade? No, not usually. If ever. Not even Vox managed to get the whole story about the man’s life, but he might be the one closest to achieving something like that.

Did that mean Alastor had a crush on him? Absolutely not, what a stupid fucking thing to consider. They were arch rivals for decades arguing over turf and trying to best one another. Of course, Alastor always seemed to have the upper hand, and he loved toying with Vox just to tease him and get his hackles to rise. But it didn’t mean anything. And now Alastor was his prisoner, forced to live under his thumb despite the power he still wielded.

Vox shook his head and decided to put all that aside. He could speculate and come up with theories and excuses forever, but in the end, none of them would matter because there was no way Alastor the Fucking Radio Demon had special little feelings for him.

~0~

After the rally, Vox was supercharged with energy. He put Lucifer in his place, showed up Little Miss Morningstar, and had the undeniable support of the people. Now all he needed was for Carmilla Carmine to build his weapon and the next phase of his plan could be under way.

Vox shook hands with his people, allowing them to thank him for such a wonderful performance and making cool finger-gun poses the entire time.

“No, you rock!! Ah, gotcha!!! You’re right, I rock!!! I’m the fuckin’ MAN!!!!”

He pushed through some more of the crowd and couldn’t help noticing a certain mischief-maker was unaccounted for. He tried sensing for his AV cables since they were controlled by his overlord powers, but the signal was weak and pretty much undetectable. If that was the case, then he was no longer located within the same city block, let alone the rally arena.

Vox pushed through a few people, ordering them to go do some actual work instead of just kissing ass and was eventually standing next to Valentino.

“Val, have you seen Alastor? I can’t sense him at all.” Vox stated, flicking his eyes around the backstage area. Val hardly even acknowledged him and took a heavy drag off his opium pipe.

“I’m your little show producer, not a fucking babysitter.” Val replied venomously, blowing a smoke ring. Vox felt a bubble of rage welling in his chest.

“My-!” He stopped himself short and backtracked. “OUR entire plan is only going to be possible if Alastor is on our side!! Or are you too doped up to remember such an important detail?!!”

Valentino sprung to his feet in an instant, stooping over to be eye-level with Vox. “Do NOT fucking speak to me like that!! Pinche idiota…!! What the fuck crawled up your ass and died?!”

Vox took another step to be nose to nose with the other overlord. “If he’s missing because of your oversight, I swear I’m going to-!”

A timid throat being cleared distracted Vox long enough to not finish that sentence. He glanced to his side and found his assistant Spencer… or was it Joshua? Whatever, that baby shark looking motherfucker, was pathetically trying to get his attention.

“Whatever it is, Kevin, it can wait. I’m in the middle of…”

“It’s, umm… It’s Ethan, sir.” He pointed out, then quickly realized he just interrupted Vox in the middle of speaking and nearly threw his phone across the room as he hastily pulled it out. “Sorry, sorry! I overheard you talking about the Radio Demon and I just saw something sent privately to the VoxTek social media account!”

Vox decided to spare the young man’s life. For now. He accepted the phone, saw there was a voice recording sent, and tapped on it to play the message.

“HeLlO vOx.” The voice spoke with a garbling effect and Vox had to turn up the volume to understand it. “YoU dOn’T kNoW mE, bUt I hAvE sOmEtHiNg ImPoRtAnT oF yOuRs.” Yadda yadda, blah blah… Video chat this number within one hour or the hostage dies. Vox tossed the phone back to Ethan and pulled his out, dialing the number and waiting for the screen to connect. When it did, Vox felt his blood boiling to see Alastor now duct taped to the office chair. Two goons in balaclavas stood at his side, while another in a Mardi Gras mask pointed a gun at his chest.

“HeLLo VoX…” The same garbled voice spoke until Vox interrupted him by tutting disapprovingly.

“Lose the stupid fucking voice changer, I can’t understand a fucking thing you’re saying and after this is done, I’ll never think twice about you again.”

The guys all exchanged looks and the one running the show sounded like he was setting some equipment aside before speaking again.

“You don’t know me, but…”

“Yeah, yeah. Cut to the chase, I’m a busy man. How much?”

The kidnappers were all stupefied. They whispered a few things back and forth before their leader spoke. “We’re demanding one hundred! Thousand! Dollars…!” His tone was intense, almost theatrical, and Vox instantly deflated it.

“Done. Send the exchange location.” He examined his fingernails boredly and the kidnappers were at a loss for words. It seemed like it was going to be the easiest hostage exchange ever performed, unless some idiot spoke up and ruined everything.

“Whaaat?” Alastor drawled out, his smile wickedly playful. “One hundred thousand dollars? Is that really all you gentlemen think I’m worth?”

Vox felt his eye twitch as a blood vessel nearly popped in his forehead. “Alastor…” Vox warned, his voice growing dangerously low.

“Come now, you must try harder than that. In fact I think you could easily get a million dollars from him.”

Vox snarled ferociously, his fists shaking from his anger. The three guys all exchanged glances again and their leader took Alastor up on his tip.

“The deal’s off. Now, uhhh… We want…” More whispering and one of the balaclava guys was gesturing vigorously at the camera. “Two million dollars!”

Vox wondered if the sound of shattering glass was real, and was simply thankful it wasn’t his phone. He took three deep breaths before speaking through his clenched teeth. “Fine! Send. The. Location.”

“Mmmm…” Alastor hummed thoughtfully. “He’s still agreeing too quickly. I think you strong, strapping men could get even more!”

“ALASTOR!!!” Vox shouted, his expression contorting into feral hysterics.

“I believe you all could get, hmmm… Let’s say… Ten million dollars! Maybe even twenty million! After all, I’m rather important to him.”

“ALASTOR!!!!!”

The three guys were nodding and Vox was practically foaming at the mouth.

“Fifty million dollars for the safe return of the Radio Demon! You have until midnight to come up with the money! And it’s cash only!!”

Vox choked and sputtered, unsure which fucking dumbass to start shaming first. “No bank has that kind of fucking cash you fucking dipshits!!! I’d have to hit up every single fucking bank, money lender, drug dealer, and pawn shop in this whole fucking city to even come close!!!”

The guy with the Mardi Gras mask found his voice modulator again and spoke. “ThEn YoU’d BeTtEr HuRrY. TiMe iS rUnNiNg OuT!”

The man started laughing like a third rate villain, waving his gun around carelessly while the others joined him in his guffawing. That is, until the gun suddenly fired and one of the balaclava guys held a hand to his stomach. He pulled it away, revealing a heavy amount of blood, before dropping to the ground. The other two shouted in disbelief while another without a mask ran on screen to hopefully do something.

But that’s not what Vox was paying attention to. It was subtle, but Vox could see Alastor grimacing from a tear in the upper arm of his coat where the bullet nicked him and opened a wound.

Vox thought he was mad before. Now he was livid.

Another of his phones was reduced to scrap and when he turned to Val, the other overlord was grinning maliciously.

“Go get your Bambino.” Val stated, his expression depraved with violence and lust. “And don’t let a single one of them die an easy death.”

Vox grinned with the same intensity. “I was never planning to.”

If Vox challenged himself, he could zip through multiple power lines at once, enough to travel a radius for miles. He never found the limits to this power, mostly because he never needed to, and the only unfortunate side effect had to do with exponential growth. The larger the circle got, the more ground he’d need to cover, and if they were hiding somewhere sneaky then he’d need to be thorough.

It took him about two hours to find their hovel in some abandoned basement, and he started the festivities by turning his victims inside out. Entrails were yanked free, severed limbs were shoved down esophaguses, and in the end there were seven corpses, including the guy who was accidentally shot. His fancy white suit was ruined, and he still didn’t find Alastor.

Vox wandered into one room, then another, and on the third try he opened a door that led to some kind of large-scale faraday cage.

If only these chuckle-fucks turned the entire basement into a faraday cage. Then no electricity could come in or go out. But, sadly, that’s what you get when you all have to share one brain cell.

Alastor was locked in an iron cell, laying on the floor facing away from the entrance. Vox felt his heart flutter in his chest, wondering for a moment if something happened to the other man.

“Al?” Vox asked, swallowing hard when Alastor didn’t move. “This isn’t fucking funny, Al. Get up.”

The Radio Demon stirred minutely and Vox felt like he could breathe again. That is, until Alastor gracelessly flopped over to face him with a nearly empty fifth of whiskey in his hand.

“You certainly took your sweet time. I’d just about won their entire earnings before you ever even showed up!” Alastor jutted his hand towards an overturned folding table with a bunch of poker chips and playing cards scattered around it. Vox was speechless.

Alastor climbed to his knees and shuffled over to the bars, pressing his head between them and staring up at Vox. “Are you…” his voice trailed off right before he belched into his fist from deep within his chest, “going to get me out? Or are you simply going to stand there?”

Vox folded his arms and realized he kinda liked this look. Alastor, locked in a cage, begging him for help to be set free. “I dunno, now that I know where you are, I could just leave you here.” He looked around and smirked when he found another fifth of whisky along with a bag of pork rinds alongside a container of beef jerky. He used his cables to collect the items and set them in the cage. “There, now you’re stocked up for the next few days. Pick a corner to shit in and I’ll be back before you know it.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes, either from bitter scorn or because he was so fucking wasted. To Vox’s amusement, he then pushed his head through the surprisingly wide bars and managed to shimmy his shoulders across the threshold as well. Vox thought it was hilarious until he realized something.

“Wait… You could escape this whole fucking time?!”

Alastor dissolved into a fit of giggles, halfway out of the cage but no longer able to focus on his task through all the laughter.

“What can I say? I missed being amongst those who didn’t want to constantly fuck me.” He declared, using his arms to drag himself the rest of the way out. “Although, they did turn out to be spoilsports when I won the whole pot and one of the big guys flipped the table over.”

Vox rolled his eyes, then crouched down. He lifted one of Alastor’s arms and dipped a hand into his sleeve, easily finding a few playing cards stashed in there. Alastor shrugged his shoulders and snorted a laugh.

“Old habits really do die hard, I suppose.”

Vox shook his head with a tart scowl, then reached out to slip his hands beneath the Radio Demon’s arms and started lifting him to his feet. When he was finally up, Alastor’s knees gave out for a moment, sending him stumbling into Vox who held him steady and supported him with an arm around his waist.

“My, my, Vox… Have you always been so strong?”

Vox felt his face light up with a blush, almost not believing what he just heard until Alastor was bursting into laughter.

“You really are so easy to manipulate, Vox. When will you ever learn?”

The Media Demon frowned crossly, then wrapped one of Alastor’s deer ears in his fingers and yanked hard enough to be rewarded with a grunt.

“And when will you ever learn to shut your fucking mouth?”

With Alastor collected in his arms and a building full of corpses, the atmosphere seemed perfect to lean in for a kiss. The Radio Demon didn’t have a chance to fend off the other sinner as he jammed his tongue into his mouth, and Vox let the little sounds of protest go straight to his dick.

Alastor’s hands were flat against Vox’s chest and when the Media Demon dug his nails into the other man’s lower back before gradually dragging them down his ass and behind his thighs, Alastor clenched his fists with such strength he began straining the seams of his suit jacket.

Vox wasn’t paying much attention to his surroundings, so when he took a step to compensate for Alastor leaning into his arms, he tripped over a discarded item and landed on his ass with Al straddling him. He took a moment to curse at the pain until he looked up to see large red eyes staring right into his. Alastor had his hands braced against the other man’s shoulders and Vox couldn’t resist placing his hands on the sinner’s hips.

“How’s about it, Al? I think you owe me for coming to your rescue.” Vox spoke in a sensual tone, tightening his grip and rubbing his thumbs back and forth on the innermost parts of Alastor’s thighs. The Radio Demon continued to stare and for a moment Vox wondered if he was finally tapping into some sort of repressed sex drive until Alastor was shoving him away and crawling to the side in order to throw up.

Vox cringed and let him go, scooting back to avoid the splash zone. “Take your time, we can pick this up when you’re done.”

Alastor hurled again, completely coating the floor in whiskey and whatever finger sandwiches he still had in his stomach from the greenroom at the rally. Vox gagged and held his digits over his mouth.

“No worries, we’ll get you some water and a damp cloth…”

Alastor heaved but there was nothing left and Vox finally gave up. “Fine, you win. The mood is killed.” He stood elegantly and dusted off his sleeves and pants, despite both still being splattered in blood. He collected Alastor into his arms like a sick child and searched for a sink. When he found a little hand washing station accompanied by some cabinets, he walked over and sat Al on the countertop. He then rummaged around until he found a cup, puffed a breath of air into it to blow away the dust, and filled it with cold water.

“Rinse.” He ordered, handing it to Alastor. He accepted the cup, swished a bit, and spat it all over the floor. While the Radio Demon was being uncharacteristically compliant, Vox wetted a rag before smearing it all over his face and neck. “Don’t be such a little bitch.” Vox ordered when Alastor began trying to fend him off. “I don’t have time to babysit a fucking drunk, so you’re going to be spending the rest of the day in Valentino’s studio while Velvette and I run some errands.”

Vox collected the man in his arms again, then used his own broadcasting frequency to contact his assistant. “Evan, track my location and send a car.” He ordered, glancing at Al who appeared to be on the cusp of falling asleep in his arms. “Send the driver with some antinausea and aspirin while you’re at it.”

Ethan did as he was told and Vox didn’t have to wait long in an alley beside the building until his ride arrived.

When they got to V Tower, Vox used a private entrance with Alastor still knocked out in his arms. He went straight to Val’s studio, ordered the staff to bring him a couch, and Val couldn’t hide his irritated glare.

“What? So now I am his babysitter?” He asked, watching as Vox gently laid the other man down across the cushions.

“Bite me. He passed out from drinking too much. Velvette and I have an important meeting with Carmilla Carmine and all you have to do is call me if he wakes up.” Vox informed the man, walking right up to where Val was perched on his director’s chair and using his finger to tip his chin up. “I’ll be back soon so I can properly… thank the babysitter.”

After that, Val didn’t seem to mind, and Vox was off to strike a deal and get his weapon built.

Notes:

Cool finger gun poses? Pfft... Ok, Vox...

Chapter 4: Round Two

Valentino, for the most part, could handle racist little snippets. However, after consistently having to put up with Vox’s derogatory statements as a result of his inferiority complex, his temper was shortened considerably. So, when Vox complained about not being able to understand when he spoke ‘that island language’, it was only natural for him to lash out.

“I’m from fuckin’ Florida!!!”

His martini glass went flying across the room, smashing into Vox’s face, and sending him to the ground with an exclamation of pain.

“Nice shot, Val!” Velvette complimented from her seat off to the side, glad to see Vox was given a smidge of humility.

Vox had to toggle a few settings in order to get back from color-test mode, realizing he had a crack in his screen and ready to chew out Valentino for being an overly emotional bitch. However, when he glanced up, all he could see was Alastor looking down on him with the smuggest fucking smile.

“You got something you wanna fuckin' say, Al?!!” Vox shouted, climbing to his feet and marching right up to Alastor. The Radio Demon somehow managed to make his smile even more arrogantly pompous before replying.

“Spoken like a man with complete control over the situation. Bravo!”

It wouldn’t have surprised Vox if someone told him steam was spewing out of the sides of his head. He was so pissed off, an equipment overheating warning icon began flashing on his screen, and Vox had enough. He reached out, taking a fistful of Alastor’s shirt and coat, then began marching out of the room.

With how he was holding Alastor, the Radio Demon was facing backwards as they walked. At first he tried to keep pace, stumbling over his own feet until he was eventually being dragged. When it was apparent he wasn’t willing to put in any effort, Vox threw the other overlord to the ground and stood over him, seething with rage.

“You cheeky fucking brat!!”

He reached down and tangled his grip into the other sinner’s red hair, yanking until his head was off the ground. Alastor twisted in his bindings, but it was no use.

“Just can’t fucking figure out when to shut the fuck up, can you??”

Alastor chuckled with amusement, his voice dripping with condescension. “Is my little mockery finally going to make you cwy?”

Vox snarled, tightening his grip which made Alastor grimace until the Media Demon was closing a hand around his neck and hauling him to his feet to slam him into a wall.

“If I had even a single shred of doubt whether you’d bite my dick off, I’d shove it so far down your throat, your asshole wouldn’t feel neglected.” Vox spoke in a low and menacing tone. “Maybe that’s the medicine you need; my cum on your tongue.”

Alastor looked as if he wasn’t sure whether or not Vox was telling the truth, but already knew deep in his heart that if anyone tried to force him into oral sex, their sex organs would definitely wind up in his stomach.

“I’m surprised you have the capacity for reason at a time like this.” Alastor remarked, flinching when Vox took one step closer to start grinding his crotch into Alastor’s thigh. He felt as the other overlord’s cock was gradually hardening through the fabric of their clothes.

Vox gave a conniving smirk. “There goes that smart mouth again. Tell me, what am I supposed to do with such a disrespectful guy?” He pressed his first finger into the corner of Alastor’s jaw, then traced along his chin, trailing it down until he was tugging the buttons of his coat open. Alastor wasn’t sure what the man was trying to accomplish since his arms were still bound to his sides with power cables.

While Vox and Velvette were out, Alastor managed to sleep off most of the whiskey, but at some point after he awoke, his curiosity in the filming studio was enough to make Valentino tie him back up again.

When the few buttons were undone, Vox snapped his fingers to make the cables unravel, then tied his wrists behind his back. He took a moment to enjoy the blip in Alastor’s calm features, then used his first finger to gingerly push the coat open and fiddle with the hem of his shirt.

“Always so dressed up, yet you never tuck in your shirt. Why is that?”

Alastor didn’t respond. Whether because he didn’t want to, or because he thought it was rhetorical, and Vox moved on.

“You’re right, I don’t actually care. What I do care about, on the other hand, is if you aren’t opposed to sex, you’re just not interested in it, then how am I supposed to keep that unruly mouth of yours in check?”

Vox lowered his hand until he had a finger pointing at Alastor’s dick and went all in for a full grope. He was greeted with a completely soft member; not even the stimulation of his hand was enough to elicit a tremor. Vox smiled sadistically.

“Actually… There is one thing I’d like to try.” The Media Demon looked up at one of the overhead light fixtures and suddenly the entire hallway was dark. He then dimmed his screen until it was so faint, it almost didn’t cast a glow.

Vox released his throat and grabbed him from underneath his elbow, dragging him down the hallway. Alastor had a moment to question his motives until a pit dropped in his stomach. He stopped walking, trying to plant his feet firmly into the floor which made Vox grab both of his deer ears in response and force him to continue moving, even lugging him bodily for a short ways until he was once again crowding him against a wall.

Alastor stared down at the floor with trepidation, noticing they were barely standing in the triangle of a shadow, and beyond the light was the atrium of V Tower. Chattering could be heard from a floor or two below, and Vox leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“Reporters have been coming and going all day for weeks now. Not to mention Val’s auditioners, Vel’s models, and dumb fucking suckers willing to pay money for a shitty publicity tour.”

Alastor froze when Vox tugged his bowtie loose, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He flung it open and used both hands to smooth down his chest and over his stomach.

“I wonder what any of them would say if they could see you now.”

Vox shifted his hands to the man’s thighs and hoisted him into his arms, then ground his rock hard cock in between the Radio Demon’s legs. Alastor scrunched his eyes shut and tipped his head back until it gave a soft thunk from the wall.

“Careful.” Vox teased. “I wouldn’t want anyone to hear me fucking you.”

What a fat fucking lie that was. If Vox thought he could have his way with Alastor in the middle of Pentagram City Square and live to tell the tale, he would’ve done it ages ago. The Media Demon then sunk his fingertips into Alastor’s ass cheeks and dragged his nails down the backside of his thighs. Alastor gave a sharp inhale and didn’t need to open his eyes to know a wicked grin was etched into Vox’s features.

He was starting to get hard, and there was no way Vox didn’t notice.

Another thrust from the sinner’s hips had Alastor letting out a breathy exhale. Vox reached behind himself, helping Alastor cross his ankles so he could hold himself in place.

“Stay right there.”

The Media Demon then jabbed his nails into the other sinner’s ribs, earning a sharp inhale before Vox slowly, so slowly, raked them down his sides. Alastor finally opened his eyes, his breath stuttering as he used all of his willpower to keep completely quiet.

“It’s too bad I don’t have any lube on me.” Vox whispered, placing a kiss on his cheek. “If I took you dry, do you think you’d finally scream for me?”

Alastor’s eyes widened reflexively. He uncrossed his ankles and struggled, but Vox was once again holding him up. The Media Demon then shifted his grip, using one hand to support him under his ass while the other was fiddling with the buttons on his pants. Alastor felt his heart squeeze in his chest, his breath catch in his throat, and it was difficult to notice, but he spoke without his voice modulator. “Don’t.”

Vox paused for a moment, then flicked his cruel eyes to meet Alastor’s apprehensive gaze. His smile was unbelievably villainous as he spoke. “Why don’t you try using your manners for once?”

Alastor hesitated for a second, but then spoke. “Please, don’t.”

Vox couldn’t help chuckling, thinking how sweet that sound was, before leaning in for a gentle kiss. Alastor, surprisingly enough, kissed him back. He was hilariously bad at it, probably since he didn’t have much practice, but Vox could notice a slight improvement during their time together.

He suddenly stepped away from the wall and out of the shadows into the light. Alastor gave a sharp inhale, his eyes flying open as he broke the kiss and ducked his head into the crook of Vox’s neck trying to hide his face.

Vox snorted a laugh. “Relax, Al. We’re too high up to be seen from below and no one comes through this way.”

Alastor didn’t seem to believe him as the chattering from the atrium grew louder and Vox turned the corner to stand in front of an elevator. He pressed the button and they waited.

“Al,” Vox used both thumbs to gently trace circles into his tailbone, “you can either kiss me, or I can bend you over that rail and put on a show for everyone below.”

That finally got his attention and Alastor uncurled himself to point a hateful glare at the other sinner. Nevertheless, he leaned in and pressed their lips together.

The elevator took an eternity to arrive, but when it did, it was thankfully empty. Vox shuffled in the door, waved his hand over the key fob detector, and selected one of the restricted executive floors.

He stumbled into an elevator wall, kissing the other sinner feverishly and loving how much of a quick study Alastor was. The elevator flew to the top of the tower and when they arrived, Vox was hurrying through the living space to his bedroom. He slammed the door behind them, marched right up to the mattress, and tossed the Radio Demon onto it. He practically ripped off his own clothes, kicking his shoes aside, before yanking everything from Alastor’s legs. He decided to undo the wrist restraints entirely, and Al immediately held his hands in front of his face, examining where the cords were beginning to slice through his skin.

“And you’d better fucking behave yourself, brat.”

Alastor flicked a dangerous glare at the man, but obliged by shrugging off his jacket and shirt. Vox then grabbed him by the ankles and yanked him to the end of the bed. He dropped to his knees and balanced the other sinner’s calves on his shoulders as he leaned in and swallowed his dick in one go.

Alastor’s legs jolted as a reflex, his hands flying to his face as he wasn’t anticipating the stimulation to be so intense. Vox was using expert techniques meant to satisfy Valentino on a complete novice, and Alastor couldn’t help wanting to kick the man in his teeth. Vox didn’t appreciate the Radio Demon trying to hide himself and summoned two cables to pull his hands away from his features. On a particularly strong pull, Alastor let slip a whine and Vox had enough of letting him hog all the fun.

He pulled off the other sinner’s throbbing dick with a pop, smirking at how flushed he was, before maneuvering to flip him over. The bottle of lube was in his hand instantly and he wasted no time sinking a finger into the Radio Demon’s ass.

It bobbed in an out, feeling the slight loosening from their previous fuck sessions, and it was easy to get the second finger in.

“Still so fucking tight.” Vox murmured before removing both fingers and shoving Alastor aside. He was given a tart glare for doing that, but just smirked as he crawled onto the bed and laid with his head on a pillow. He stroked his cock and beckoned the other sinner over, indicating for him to take a seat on his lap.

“Why don’t you give it a try?”

Alastor regarded him irritably, but obeyed nonetheless and crawled over. He straddled the Media Demon’s hips, aimed, and did what he could to find his own asshole.

Vox couldn’t help snickering at his attempts and Alastor shot him a dirty look.

“You actually have to touch my cock. There’s no way it’s going in on its own.” He stated, ghosting his fingertips over Alastor’s thighs before murmuring to himself. “Damn, this is such a good fucking view.”

Alastor rolled his eyes and reached underneath himself. Vox’s cock felt nothing like his. Not that he spent much of any time with his hand in his pants, but the differences weren’t subtle. He ended up having to use his other hand around the back to guide where he was going, and something about slipping a big long hard thing into his own asshole was somehow more erotic than Vox doing it. He glided down until it was firmly set inside, then jolted when Vox reached out and touched a hand to his stomach.

“You look so fucking perfect sitting on my cock.” Vox purred, rubbing his pointer finger back and forth over the bulge. Alastor didn’t bother acknowledging the thirsty compliment and slowly began moving his hips. He did his best to set a rhythm, but it was more difficult than it appeared, and regardless of how bad he was at it, Vox seemed to be enjoying himself.

“You really expect me to keep this up the whole night?” Alastor grumbled, still not speaking with his voice modulator. Vox blinked in astonishment.

“Maybe not the whole night, I do want to cum at some point. But you know what they say; practice makes perfect.” Vox then grabbed his hips and began hammering his cock up into his guts. Alastor pitched forward, bracing himself on Vox’s chest as he was fucked mercilesly and leaned down to kiss the other sinner.

Vox was caught off guard, his pacing thrown off, so he pulled himself out and rolled them both over so he was on top.

“On your knees.” He ordered, pleased when the Radio Demon did so without any lip.

Vox reinserted himself and started right away with a brutal pace. He swatted Alastor once on the ass and was disappointed when he wasn’t given a yelp. He swatted the same spot harder, and this time he was given a grumpy look.

It’d have to do.

He reached around with both arms, resting his chest on the other sinner’s back as he used one hand to jerk Alastor off and the other hand to press into his throat. He matched his pace with his strokes, digging his first finger and thumb into the arteries in the man’s neck, and restricting his windpipe with his palm. He could feel himself on the cusp, and he could feel the other sinner raking welts onto his arm right before the man was spilling onto the sheets. Vox, however, wasn’t done. He softened his grip and used a hand to help support himself as he pounded into the other through the overstimulation until he also ejaculated with a throaty grunt.

They were both out of breath and panting, but soon Vox was kissing a line across Alastor’s shoulders.

“You were so good to me, Al.” Vox whispered, rocking his hips side to side to enjoy every moment he could still buried in the man.

“Are you finally satisfied?” Alastor asked, reaching up to wipe a line of drool from his mouth. “Can I be rid of you yet?”

Vox gave a quiet laugh. “Not even close. There’s still round two to get through.”

Alastor was moments from letting slip a sour frown. He began squirming to try freeing himself from beneath this horny oaf, but that only seemed to inspire the man to hold on tighter.

“Fuck… I can already feel myself getting hard inside you.”

Alastor blanched, but before he could start thrashing around, Vox summoned a cable to tie up his wrists and secure him to the bedframe.

“Release me!” Alastor ordered, cringing when Vox slowly began sliding his cock in and out.

“Of course, Al. Whatever you say.”

However, instead of complying, Vox just pushed him onto his side and held his leg in the air.

“Round three will probably take a little longer to start up. It’s usually a good time for a water break.”

Alastor stared at him in horror and Vox grunted sensually.

“Oh yeah, tighten up for me. Just like that.” Vox turned towards the man’s leg, stuck out his tongue, and licked a line up his ankle and over his heel.

Alastor was positively disgusted. “Go fuck your other Vees, leave me out of this!”

Vox shook his head and finally started to gently rock back and forth. The change in position meant he could reach even deeper and Alastor let out a contemptuous swear. “Vel said if I ever tried flirting with her again it’d turn her into a double lesbian, whatever that is. And Val is still being pissy with me.”

“Then call a whore you insufferable, agitating, vile picture box-!”

Alastor was cut off when Vox used his cables to wrap around his mouth and the Radio Demon could feel tumultuous anger roiling in his chest.

Two can play this game…

Alastor summoned forth a tear in the dimension which housed his tentacles and in an instant they were wrapped around every bit of Vox. The Media Demon seemed to have a moment of clarity as he was being wrenched away from Alastor, and he reached out a hand to grab the sinner’s ankle. Alastor cursed, calling for two more tentacles to help hold him in place while he used his other foot to kick the man until he let go.

Vox shouted something that sounded angry and vengeful, but Alastor didn’t pay it any mind as the dimension closed and the bedroom was finally quiet. He took a deep breath, appreciating the ambiance, before rolling off the mattress and heading for the shower.

Alastor took his sweet time. He enjoyed his bathing experience, decided to try his luck cleaning his clothes with some sort of petite sized all-in-one washer/dryer combo machine in the bathroom, and raided Vox’s closet for something comfortable in the meantime. As he went through the clothes, he didn’t bother putting anything back and just threw everything that wasn’t appealing on the floor.

When he was done, he came out wearing a teal sporty crewneck shirt, a pair of black slacks, socks with pictures of sharks, and a scrunchy pink headband to hold his bangs back, likely left behind by whoever Vox chose for evening company.

The Vees didn’t have much in the way of literature other than magazines, and after pouring himself a cup of coffee, Alastor settled into a couch in the living space with some celebrity inquirer.

Twenty minutes passed, Alastor already read three magazines and figured he’d suffered enough brain rot, so he cozied up even further and decided to mentally revisit his plans to sever his contracts.

Not long after, Valentino was marching into the room looking displeased. Alastor didn’t bother acknowledging him and took a sip from his nearly empty mug.

“Have you seen Vox?” Valentino asked, confused why the Radio Demon was being allowed to roam free without any restraints. Alastor’s smile sharpened.

“Not for sometime now.” He responded vaguely. Val looked him up and down, noticing he’d done an outfit change for maybe the first time since he came to Hell.

“Uh huh…” He clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. “Is that my fucking headband?”

Alastor touched a hand to the fuzzy thing. “My apologies, my good fellow! I found it hidden away in Vox’s closet, I didn’t know it was yours. Would you like it back?”

Val hummed thoughtfully. “Keep it, I’ve got a hundred more where that bitch came from.” He then walked over to another couch and flopped onto it, stretching his arms across the back. “Vox said he wanted to go talk to Angie, but now he’s fucking gone. What the fuck?”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up sooner or later.” Alastor stated assuredly, almost as if he wasn’t the one to make the man disappear.

An awkward moment passed between the two before Valentino spoke up.

“Did you know Angel is a spy for us?” He asked, his smile darkening with a sinister lilt.

“My good man, of course I knew Angel is a spy! But what in the world was he supposed to report on? The simple happenings of a failed hotel?? How pedestrian!” Alastor laughed merrily.

“Voxxie is convinced you’re up to something with Lucifer’s princesa.” Valentino continued, realizing he should’ve poured himself a drink before he sat down. “Ugh! Where is that fucking jerk?? Is he going to keep me waiting around all night??”

Just then, a fissure opened up in the middle of the room. Electricity shot out in all directions, burning lines into the walls and nearly lighting the kitchen on fire. Through the split, an arm reached out into their dimension. Then another. Then a TV.

Alastor and Valentino watched with fascination as Vox clawed his way across the dimensional tear until he was completely out and wrestling with the tentacles from the other side. He finally took hold of the split between worlds with his bare hands, pulling the two sides together with all his might like trying to close the heaviest curtains in the universe. He had to kick a few tentacles back through, and once the rift was finally sealed and disappeared, Vox collapsed to his knees. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes looked as if he’d seen The Horrors unfold.

Val scrunched his lips petulantly, then stood up and strolled over to the other man. “You doing okay there, Voxxie?” He asked, crouching beside his business partner. Vox couldn’t speak and slowly began raising his trembling hands in front of his face. He stared in awe at his digits, then brought his right hand closer and touched his index finger to his tongue. He lowered his hands and turned to Val.

“I… Can taste colors…!”

Vox looked as if he was in the middle of an existential crisis and Val just nodded his head.

“Mhmm. Sure, babe. I told you that you couldn’t handle the tentacle dimension.”

Valentino stood, hoisting Vox into his arms and heading for the bedrooms. “Tu puta madre… Vox! Get your shit together… we’re gonna be late and you’re just gonna be a jackass and blame it on me!!”

Alastor watched the two go, then heard a door slam shut.

And hopefully nothing more.

He drank the last of his coffee and hummed a thoughtful tune to himself. It was pretty unique to see someone appear from the dimensional rift like that. After all, no one had ever been able to free themselves before.

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Chapter 5: Legal Nonsense

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When Vox ended the call after impersonating Charlie in order to trick Lucifer, he couldn’t help laughing maliciously as all the pieces were finally coming together. He extended some of his cables in order to drag Alastor to his side as he cackled diabolically until a lightning strike accompanied by a shrill scream mysteriously pierced the air.

Vox jolted from surprise, then looked around. “The fuck??” Nothing seemed out of the ordinary though, and everyone was acting as if nothing happened. “What the fuck was that?” He muttered to himself, before trying to play it off and act cool.

He glanced at Velvette and Valentino, but neither one was paying him any mind since they were spending all of their time fussing over Angel Dust. The whore was still cracked-out on his hypnotism, and the great unveiling of his weapon wasn’t until the morning, so why were they spending all of their energy on him? Didn’t they know they still had shit to do tonight??

“Umm, hello?? Control Board to Val and Vel, is anyone listening??! Lucifer will be on his way here soon, so we’ve gotta get a move on!!”

His business partners immediately fixed him with spiteful looks and Valentino spoke.

“Take your new fuck piece if you need something to keep your dick wet! Vel and I have shit to take care of here.” He declared, then turned his attention back to Angel with a softness in his features Vox never seemed to get for himself.

Vox’s shoulders trembled with rage. “Fine, I will!” He exclaimed, standing behind Alastor and gripping the top of the chair. “My dick will be so wet, they won’t be able to squeegee it off the fuckin’ floors!!”

Vox completely missed the miserable glare Alastor was arbitrarily pointing at the far wall, and Valentino gave them an icky face.

“You two should really get that checked out, especially if you’re also feeling a burning sensation down there.” He advised sincerely before turning back to Angel.

The Media Demon realized how he made that sound and stumbled over his words. “I didn’t…! Oh, whatever, fuck you all!” He then began pushing Alastor to the elevators and pressed the down button. When he rolled the chair into the lift and selected one of the levels for the basement, he let out a breath of exasperation.

“Sometimes I can’t figure out how Val manages to dress himself in the morning.” Vox stated with a laugh, propping an elbow on the top of the chair and searching for a reaction from Alastor. The Radio Demon didn’t seem to find his quip funny, or at least interesting enough to respond.

How boring.

Vox used a finger to trace along his jaw, finally catching his attention as he followed the touch and looked up into Vox’s gaze. “What’s the matter? I thought you’d be excited to see the torture I have planned for Lucifer.”

Alastor hummed a note. “I assure you, I enjoy seeing Lucifer forced into precarious situations, but it’s late, and you’re being a pest.”

The Media Demon scoffed a laugh, then used his finger to boop Alastor on the nose. “You really are an old man. What? Is it past your bedtime?”

The elevator finally dinged, indicating they reached their destination, and Vox started pushing the office chair into the hallway.

“Besides! You stiffed me several times on round two, and while those tentacles were a good warm up, they’re nothing compared to watching you bouncing on my cock.”

Alastor rolled his eyes, frustrated that the result of experiencing Eldritch Horror first hand was just more horniness.

“Attempt to bed me anytime tonight and I’ll send you right back to them.” Alastor warned, his eyebrow twitching irritably.

The sparkling delight of wonderment in Vox’s expression was almost enough to blind Alastor as he cringed at the display. Vox gaped like a fish out of water, desperately trying to get himself to speak. “Does that mean… We can fuck tomorrow morning?!”

Alastor managed to cringe even harder, trying to figure out how this man was capable of drawing these conclusions.

“If it means you won’t beg me for any proceeding rounds, or following copulations for the rest of the day…” Alastor trailed off, hardly believing he was about to make such a suggestion and trying to think of any variables that wouldn’t turn out in his favor.

Well, the entire situation wouldn’t be in his favor, but maybe Vox would stop acting like a starving animal, eyeing him as if he was a juicy piece of meat, all the time.

“Then you may attempt to… initiate intercourse with me once in the morning.” Alastor felt a knot twisting in his stomach and hoped Vox was stupid enough to accept the deal just like that.

The Media Demon stopped in his tracks and came around the front of the chair. He wrapped his fingers around the arm rests and looked straight at Alastor with a radiant sparkle coming directly from his soul.

“I get to fuck you once a day, no questions asked, for one hour, and you can’t say no.” Vox countered. If he had a tail, it would be wagging right now. Alastor’s permanent smile was especially tart as he was starting to sink further into the chair while having to verbally write up a contract over something so crass.

“You may request intercourse once a day, with generous limitations enforced by me. Activities will last no longer than eight minutes, and I most certainly can say no.”

Vox leaned in even closer and Alastor wished he could just melt into the chair.

“I get one guaranteed vanilla fuck session with you, per day, for thirty minutes, cuddles are mandatory afterwards, and this contract has to be able to be renegotiated in the future to include toys and roleplay.”

Alastor started swearing under his breath in French and Vox knew they were close to striking a deal.

“Twelve minutes, which includes time for…” Alastor swallowed hard and couldn’t meet Vox’s gaze as he said the word, “cuddles.” He cleared his throat lightly and glanced back at the man. “Vanilla only, no renegotiation, no begging for additional favors, and sex may only occur within the confines of V Tower.”

Vox grinned sinisterly before he gave his final offer.

“One vanilla fuck session per day with you, twenty minutes including cuddles, breath play allowed, kink renegotiation in as little as six months, no fuck requests outside the time slot, sex only within the confines of V Tower…” He leaned in close until he was whispering right into Alastor’s ear. “And if you don’t agree, I’ll fuck your tight little ass right in front of Lucifer.”

Alastor trembled minutely and almost lost his smile. He regarded the other man from the corner of his eye, his expression conceding defeat, and Vox waved to undo the cables. Vox then held out his hand and Alastor regarded it with consternation before reciprocating to shake it. An elegant and scrawling blue succubus tattoo suddenly appeared on both men just below their navels, signifying their deal, before dissipating.

Vox wrapped his fingers around the other sinner’s jaw and pulled him in for a kiss, receiving a grunt of surprise.

A thought suddenly interrupted their make-out session. “Shit, that’s right, Lucifer.” Vox muttered before pulling out his phone and using a proxy app to finally send Lucifer the location he thought he was going to be meeting Charlie at. With that, Vox began dashing down the hallway to the underground weapons building lab, pushing Alastor along with a spring in his step.

~0~

The next morning, Alastor awoke in Vox’s bed.

Buck naked.

The covers were draped over him completely, encasing every inch other than his eyes and nose. Vox had offered to share the space under the premise of two conditions being met. Condition number one; on Alastor’s behalf, Vox was not to touch, grope, or overall harass the man until their morning fuck session commenced. Condition number two; Alastor was to sleep in the nude. For one thing, it’d be easier to get things started right away, and for the other… it was sexy as fuck.

He was facing away from his bedmate, and yet he could still feel the man’s thirsty stare boring holes through the comforter. He wondered how long he could get away with pretending to sleep, then weighed the option against just getting it over with and cursed his rationality.

When Alastor finally rolled over, Vox was laying on his side, supporting his head with his hand, and beaming with anticipation. Alastor, on the other hand, returned his expression to the same doom-filled one he wore while Vox was schlepping him around town with the blue frowny face mask.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Vox greeted cutely, his smile bright and adorable. Alastor didn’t even bother to respond.

Vox didn’t seem to mind however, and in no time he was disregarding personal space by crawling on top of Alastor. The Radio Demon wasn’t shocked to see he was already hard as he scooched his way between Alastor’s legs and leaned forward which pressed his knees into his chest.

The only thing that did surprise Alastor was when Vox reached for his hands, then twined their fingers together before leaning down for a soft kiss. He began rotating his hips clockwise, sensually grinding his cock against the other sinner’s, as he slowed down the French kisses to something more akin to being between lovers.

Alastor was beginning to see he’d been hoodwinked with this time table and was beyond frustrated there was nothing he could do about it.

Vox behaved for the most part, relegating his tongue to the front of the Radio Demon’s mouth instead of just trying to cram it down his throat. He teased Alastor’s, swiped around it with his own, and squeezed their hands together like they really were making love. They kissed and pecked, mirroring each other’s movements until Vox was coming up for air.

“It really does nothing for you?” Vox asked, still in disbelief as he bent down to place kisses along his jaw. Alastor felt a light flush dusting over his cheeks.

“I do have the capacity to feel things, Vox. I am not paralyzed from the neck down. I would just much rather be reading the newspaper and drinking a piping hot cup of coffee instead.” Alastor replied, right before Vox was kissing him tenderly on the lips again.

“You’ll get to do that stuff too.” Vox reassured, biting playfully at the other sinner’s lower lip. “I’d much rather be shoving my tongue up your ass right now, but somebody wanted to do it vanilla.”

Alastor glared crossly at him. “I seem to recall vanilla being your suggestion, whatever it means.”

Vox fixed the other man with an odd look before snorting a laugh. “You don’t know what vanilla means?” He laughed a little harder. “That’s so fucking vanilla of you!”

Alastor was growing more irritated by the minute and Vox shook his head in disbelief.

“It means we’re going to be spending the next six months fucking like this; staring into each other’s eyes like honeymooners.”

Alastor realized he’d been duped again. What was it called? Doggy style? He should’ve asked for that so he didn’t have to spend his time looking at this insufferable lout.

Vox used his thumbs to trace circles into the Radio Demon’s palms while he leaned down for more kisses. He started circling his hips counter-clockwise, mixing it up a bit, and enjoying the feeling of Alastor’s legs wrapped around his waist.

He suddenly released the other sinner’s hands, then guided his arms to drape over his shoulders, and placed his thumbs delicately against the sides of Al’s throat. He didn’t apply much pressure as he started speeding up the kisses, being a little more bold with his advances until he could finally feel the other man’s dick hardening from the reduced oxygen in his brain.

Alastor began tightening his grip, both with his arms and with his legs, as Vox kept kissing him into deliriousness. His hips changed course to begin thrusting back and forth and Alastor was starting to dig his nails into the Media Demon’s shoulders.

“Still wish you had that newspaper?” Vox asked with a teasing smile, breaking the kiss, pausing his hips, and releasing his throat. Alastor blinked at the complete interruption of stimulation before narrowing his eyes in annoyance.

“Just fuck me already, you idiot.”

Vox couldn’t say no to that.

He used his cables to snag the bottle of lube and coated his fingers before sliding one up Alastor’s ass. This little process was starting to get too familiar for the Radio Demon, but on the bright side, he’d be done with it for the rest of the day.

Vox slipped another finger in, not even receiving a twitch like usual, and smiled to himself as this was starting to get more natural for his fellow sinner. When he pulled his fingers out, he slicked up his cock, and lined it against the puckered hole. Vox pressed the tip of his cock against it, loving the little gasp of breath Alastor gave when he expected for it to be shoved inside, and decided to savor a bit more of this moment.

“How about using some of those manners you’ve been working on?” Vox asked smoothly, giving the other man a smoldering smile.

Alastor, on the other hand, was not dazzled by the request. A portal to the tentacle dimension suddenly opened across the headboard, followed by a beastly roar Vox didn’t remember hearing from it yesterday.

“Or not.” He relented, going ahead and shoving his cock right up the Radio Demon’s ass. When he did, the portal closed, and Alastor was slowly starting to relax. Vox hooked one of Alastor’s legs over his shoulder to help with the angle and leaned forward to once again take the other sinner’s hands in his. He twined their fingers together, squeezing tight as he started clapping their hips, and patted himself on the back when Alastor gingerly squeezed his back.

He kept up a smooth and casual pace, trying to think of boring shit like taxes and legal disclaimers so he could ride this arousal for a full nineteen minutes, leaving just enough time for a minute of cuddling.

He savored the slow in and out motion, feeling the ring gripping every bit of his cock from tip to root while his balls gently slapped against the other man’s ass. He was so warm and tight, like a hug just for his dick over and over, in and out, warm and tight…

“I thought I told you to fuck me.”

Vox shook his head and blinked rapidly to come back to reality, having to pry himself away from a vision of a thousand smiling Alastors wanting to wrap their arms around him in a tight warm hug. The Radio Demon was fixing him with an impatient glower and Vox wished Alastor didn’t still blur himself out of every piece of media so he could take a picture and hold onto this memory forever.

He considered asking for a simple little please, then thought better of it, and got to work. He slammed their hips together, earning a few breathy grunts that threatened to send him over the edge. Alastor then guided his hands back onto the man’s throat, silently asking for some breath play, and Vox was happy to acquiesce. He used a thumb and a first finger to restrict bloodflow, then his other thumb to press down in the center of the sinner’s windpipe.

His thrusts were quick and brutal, battering every bit of the man’s pleasure centers as he relinquished more and more brain function. Black dots were beginning to speckle across his eyes and he even noticed his peripheral vision was starting to narrow.

Alastor was holding his hands against Vox’s chest, his nails digging into his flesh one muscle at a time as he was slowly being deprived of oxygen. He choked and gasped, his eyes growing wider and his claws becoming more desperate. Raised welts tracked across Vox’s pecs as the Radio Demon fought for air and the man fucking him was too busy focusing on his own climax.

His eyes were rolling back into his head, his lips were being tinged with blue, and Vox was way too fucked out to be paying better attention.

Vox finally came with a groan, tightening his grip for a second before releasing entirely. When he did, Alastor was drinking in the air with heavy gulps and Vox realized maybe he took things a little too far. He reached down, and after a few quick tugs, Alastor was cumming as well.

“Fuck… Al, are you okay?” Vox asked, realizing there were all kinds of hand prints on the Radio Demon’s throat. Alastor responded by slamming a palm into his face and shoving him aside. Vox was caught between wanting to apologize and wanting to ask what the fuck his problem was, only to be stopped when Alastor crawled into his arms with his head resting on his shoulder. He was still wheezing, but otherwise seemed fine, and Vox tucked his arm around his waist.

“You have ten minutes.” Alastor stated, obviously having been the one to keep track of the clock. Vox decided to enjoy what little time they had left before he was forced to wait until tomorrow for the next round.

Not that it was any different from the past few days, other than the fact that now he couldn’t try weaseling his way into the other sinner’s pants without breaching a contract.

“Are you sure we can’t just…” Vox asked softly, using his other hand to take hold of the one Alastor had resting on his chest. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

Alastor jerked his hand free, then held up his first finger for a moment before plunging it to press into the Media Demon's lower abdomen. Vox yelped, feeling as if he was being electrocuted from the inside. Which was odd considering electricity didn’t really have an effect on him.

“A true breach of contract will be much more painful, I can assure you.” Alastor explained. “And unless you want to be ravaged by the toothed ends of my tentacles, I suggest you shut up.”

Vox pursed his lips and figured that was a fair trade off. He pulled Alastor in a little tighter with the arm wrapped around him while his other wandered back to where it was threading together with the Radio Demon’s on his chest. Alastor, thankfully, didn’t seem bothered by the touch, and Vox grinned to himself at this sight to behold lounging on his mattress.

Chapter 6: Define 'Sex'

Alastor was splendidly proud of himself for making headway in regards to the elusive mastery of technology. Not only did he learn how to use the compact washer/drier combo in Vox’s ensuite, but managed to turn off the TV in the common area as well. After sex and cuddles, the Vees departed with Angel Dust for the grand unveiling of their anti-angel weapon in the front courtyard. Vox wanted to drag Alastor along since Val was taking his own fuck piece, but got out-voted, so the Radio Demon was left to bide his time alone at the top of the tower.

And he couldn’t be happier.

After his shower, he walked into the living area to find a large pink pastry box sitting on the coffee table. When he approached, he noticed something was written across the top and winced at the note.

Have a good day ♡

Alastor mumbled a few grievances under his breath, but nevertheless opened the box to explore its contents. Croissants, pain au chocolat, galettes, éclairs, beignets, pralines, and so on. The only thing it was missing was a French laugh “hon hon hon!” when he cracked open the lid. However, even more surprising was the stack of various newspapers next to the box, including independent publication journals VoxTek was either trying to buy out or suppress.

Vox had set the TV on the channel meant to broadcast his demonstration live, but was foolish enough to leave the remote on the table, and Alastor had a feeling the big red power button at the top would solve this issue.

He then settled in with a hot cup of coffee, a plate of pastries, and a thin newspaper headlined: “VOX IS GOING TO KILL US ALL AND DESTROY HELL IF WE DON’T FUCKING STOP HIM” plastered in bold lettering across the front. He enjoyed the peace and solitude as he finally had a moment for himself to think, blithely wondering how Charlie might respond to everything.

Just as Alastor was starting to consider lunch, an enormous blast rattled the walls of the tower and it sounded as if Vox’s weapon was a success. Another crash shortly after had the Radio Demon curious enough to glance up from his paper, and in the end, he strolled over to the desk phone by the window to ring the concierge line.

Not because he was interested in what Vox was doing, of course.

No, instead he inquired if it was possible to send someone out for groceries, but when the girl informed him she could expedite any order he could think of to the kitchen, Alastor was titillated.

After being transferred to the kitchen, he rattled off a list of ingredients along with instructions, and soon enough someone was bringing him a plate of his mother’s jambalaya.

There was a small table with three chairs tucked against a side wall and Alastor set himself up to enjoy a nice hot meal. Just as he was about to take a bite, however, the front door was thrown open with a booming crash and Vox came gliding through the entryway.

“That’s what I’m fucking talking about!!!” He shouted, pumping his fist in the air and making a complete ass of himself. Alastor regarded him with a miffed expression, silently pleading for him to fuck off.

Vox glanced around until he found his intended audience and, to the Radio Demon’s displeasure, marched right up to him. He engulfed the other man’s forearm in his hand, tugged him to his feet, then twirled him into his arms before crouching into a low dip and planting a kiss right on his lips. Vox’s other hand was gripping him underneath his thigh, bringing his leg to his chest, while taking it upon himself to make the kiss as deep and sensual as he could.

“Did you fucking see what I did??!” Vox exclaimed, finally coming up for air. Alastor’s expression dropped from astonishment to irritability and didn’t need to answer when Vox realized the TV was off.

“What the fuck happened?? You missed it??”

Alastor continued glaring with indignation, hoping Vox would take this as a request for him to leave.

“That fucking sucks! Come on, I’ve already got the replays queued up.”

Alastor balked when Vox stood and, instead of releasing him, hefted the man over his shoulder.

“I had so many fucking cameras on that thing, we can watch it firing at different angles for hours!”

Vox turned for the executive floor vestibule and Alastor thought about elbowing him in the back of the head, demanding to know where he got the nerve to be so fucking pig-headed. Instead, he made himself disappear into his shadow and slunk back to the little table.

“Feel free to start without me, I have no desire to join you.” Alastor commented from where he sat, picking up his fork to try again.

“Like Hell!” Vox declared, grabbing the chair's back and pulling it away from the table. Before he could collect Alastor in his arms though, he noticed what was served in front of the other sinner. “Is that your mom’s jambalaya?”

Alastor’s smile soured when Vox stole his fork and dug right in. He took the first bite, hummed a sound of enjoyment, and ate another. “Shit, this is good. Did my kitchen make it? I’m gonna have to add it to the menu.” He helped himself to two more bites while Alastor was staring daggers at his stupid screen before finally setting the fork down. He then tucked an arm beneath the Radio Demon’s knees and behind his back, lifting him like a princess. Next, he summoned a cable to collect the plate in order to hand it to Alastor, and on their way out he rooted through some of the upper cabinets to procure a bottle of single malt scotch along with two crystal glasses.

Alastor abandoned the fight as Vox carried him out of the room without consulting whether he'd even like to leave. Since it was in his hands and still hot, Alastor picked up his fork and took a bite of jambalaya, agreeing with Vox that the chefs did an acceptable job recreating the dish.

~0~

Alastor sat tied to his office chair, idly spinning round and round after tricking Vox into inviting Charlie to his little what-ever-is-happening tomorrow. Vox had disappeared somewhere, leaving Alastor alone in his media room while he zipped out to make the call. Vox was true to his word and the two of them had sat together at his desk watching endless footage of the canon firing its single shot, but as soon as Alastor was done with his lunch and had two glasses of scotch in him, his hands became idle and Vox inevitably restrained him to keep him out of trouble.

This was it. This was his ticket out of here and also the grand finale to his contract with Rosie. If everything played out accordingly, he’d be free from both, and as long as he never set foot in V Tower again, Vox wouldn’t be allowed to petition him for sex. He’d be free to resume his radio broadcasts with no limits to the scope of his influence, and no one ordering him around.

Eventually, Vox came back with a gloating smile and Alastor had the hardest time pretending the Media Demon had won.

“Guess who’s fucking coming tomorrow, Al??” Vox demanded, laughing uproariously. Alastor rolled his eyes, then feigned shock.

“Oh, dear me. It seems I was wrong about her. Oh, Charlie… Why would you do such a thing?” He lamented woefully. Vox laughed again, and this time came around behind the Radio Demon to roll him out of the room.

“It’s time for an entire night of celebrations! Soon I’ll be a God, Al. How does it feel to be one of my consorts?” He asked, leading him to the elevator and pressing the up button. Alastor regarded the little round light warily, wondering if Vox really was going to repeal their second contract so soon after shaking on it.

“It feels as if you’ve already fucked me once today and seem to have forgotten.” Alastor quipped, his eyebrows furrowing together when they stepped into the lift and Vox pushed the button that’d take them to the floor with his bedroom.

“Oh, I’d never forget fucking you.” Vox replied with amusement, reaching around to tip Alastor’s chin to steal a kiss. Alastor tried jerking free, but Vox wrapped a hand around his jaw to keep him in place as he slipped a little tongue into the mix. When he finally pulled away, he traced his hand up the side of the Radio Demon’s face, ran his fingers through the man’s hair, and began fiddling with one of his deer ears.

“I forget, what was our deal again?” Vox pondered, his tone mischievous. “Let’s see… twenty minute fuck sesh, check.” He ran his fingers through Alastor’s bangs, revealing his forehead and using a bit of strength to tip his head back. “Only within the confines of V Tower, check.” He threaded his finger through a few more times, like he was petting the man. “And one more ambiguous, tiny detail… no fuck requests outside the time slot.”

Alastor sneered tartly, hating that Vox was beginning to pick up on wordplay.

“I’m not trying to fuck you, I’m just trying to have a little fun.” He pointed out, tapping his first finger against Alastor’s nose a few times. When they got to their destination, Vox pushed the chair into his bedroom and stopped near his desk. He then walked over to his private selection of liquor and stood in contemplation, wondering what was appropriate for such an occasion.

“Cognac? Champagne? I have some French wine… Or are you all Frenched-out today?” Vox asked in a giddy tone.

Alastor glared at the man. “I’m from New Orleans, not France.” He muttered grumpily.

“Hmm, fair point.” Vox stroked his chin. “Where else have the French been? Canada? I suppose whiskey is a favorite of yours.” He thought a little harder. “Vietnam? Cambodia? I have rice wine, but I think it’s Japanese.” He ended up grabbing a bottle of whiskey and set it on his desk, then walked around to admire the view from the floor to ceiling windows.

Vox reached a hand to the sky, pointing it to where Heaven was visible. “Soon I’ll be up there; the one and only true God.”

Alastor watched the man have his moment, talking about winning the second war between Heaven and Hell as he climbed onto his desk, then declared how he’d claim his throne amongst the angels. It was comical to watch him make all these grand and elaborate plans with no idea what was going on behind the scenes.

“Once I get up there…”

“You will fuck it up.” Alastor interrupted, catching the man’s attention and causing him to lash out.

Vox scowled fiercely, sick of all this doubt and dissension when he was doing nothing but winning. “Just watch-!”

“You will never fill your cup. You’re broken from the start, no victory will ever be enough.” Al continued, smiling vindictively and turning away to pointedly ignore the man.

Vox summoned his cables to snag the office chair and hauled him over to face the desk “We’ll see who’s smiling in the end, I won’t even gloat! You can say your last ‘I told you so’ when I slit your throat!!”

That was more like it. Alastor chuckled, finally having fun as Vox laughed along with him, not even minding the other overlord using his hand to tip his chin up.

Alastor didn’t miss the soft sound of the bedroom door closing, knowing Valentino and Velvette were nearby to watch as Vox continued to ignore and replace them in favor of Alastor. The thought sharpened his smile as the wedge grew deeper between the Vees and it was all thanks to him.

Vox stepped down from his desk and undid the cables with an arrogant grin, taking Alastor’s hand and coaxing him to stand. He then jerked the sinner into his arms, wrapping one around his waist, and leaning in to purr into his ear. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now.”

Alastor flinched when the hand wandered from his waist down to his ass. “Trust me, you’re not subtle about it.”

The Media Demon gave a throaty chuckle, backing off just enough to lean in for another kiss. With one hand on the man’s ass and the other on the back of his head, he kissed thoroughly and passionately, making sure to devour each one gifted in return.

Interestingly enough, Alastor had one hand on Vox’s waist, while the other was originally resting on his bicep, but eventually found its way up to cradle the side of his neck. He was also impressed with how much better the man had gotten at kissing and decided to smush their hips together to let him know.

“Can’t we just…?” Vox pestered in a low voice, rubbing himself into the sinner’s groin.

“No.” Alastor shot down, poking a finger into the invisible succubus tattoo and causing it to zap the man. He fixed the other overlord with a bitter frown and Alastor matched it with a taunting smile.

Vox huffed testily, then moved his hand to rest against the Radio Demon’s cheek in a surprisingly tender caress. Alastor expected him to be angry or even pitch a fit, but it seemed as if he was searching for answers in the other sinner’s expression. “Why did it have to be you, Al?” He murmured in a gentle voice, staring deeply into his eyes.

Alastor fixed him with an odd look, not sure what he was going on about. They’d both been drinking, but the Media Demon only had, maybe, half as much as his counterpart, and Alastor still felt much too sober for a moment like this.

“Why did I have to fall for you?”

Alastor froze and Vox repositioned his hand, clasping it behind his skull and using it to guide his forehead to rest against his shoulder. The embrace went beyond benevolence and compassion, bordering on infatuation and, God forbid, love.

“What? You’re actually going to take me seriously for once?” Vox whispered, slowly trailing his fingers down the other sinner’s spine until both hands were at his waist. Alastor stayed frozen where he was, unsure how to react and remembering the first time Vox ever tried to sincerely convey his feelings. He’d thought it was a joke; he thought Vox was smarter than that, better than that. But he’d been wrong. He’d completely misjudged the other man and would’ve had to spell the whole fucking thing out. Not an ounce of imagination, not a smidge of self-reliance, and this man was willing to go down in flames, all for someone he thought he knew.

“I can’t be held responsible for the ideas you have of me in your head.” Alastor replied coldly, using a finger to trace a line across the man’s collarbone. As his stars were beginning to align, and the pieces of his plan were coming together, Alastor was finding himself at a crossroads, and there was no question which path he was meant to take.

He could either stay with Vox, the man who places him on a pedestal and reveres him above all else, even the people in his life who’ve proved themselves loyal time and time again. Or, he could allow events to unfold as they’re meant to tomorrow and reap his victories. On one hand, siding with Vox could one day lead to his freedom. On the other hand, tomorrow's narrative could also blow up in his face and leave him chained to his deals for an indefinite amount of time.

For Alastor, the choice was easy. And Vox was in the way.

Alastor finally glanced up into the other sinner’s eyes, wordlessly giving him an answer to the question Vox was too scared to ask. The Media Demon just kept hoping one day he’d pluck up the courage, and the answer would be yes.

Vox leaned in for a kiss, and figured for now, the situation they were in was good enough. Enough to stir his curiosity, enough to make him dream, and more than enough to string him along like he was an addict. Alastor was pleasantly receptive and draped both arms over the other man’s neck, kissing him in return since it was beginning to feel natural. Vox’s fingers wandered between them, dexterously undoing all the buttons from both sides as he began leading them over to the bed. Alastor huffed a mirthful breath.

“It hasn’t even been a full day, and you’re already breaking the contract?” Alastor questioned through an incredulous laugh. Vox gave him a smirk in return, then threw a hand into his chest and shoved him onto the mattress.

Alastor landed gracelessly, immediately touching his fingers to his wound there and flicked a cantankerous look at the man, less than pleased to be treated so roughly.

“Do I have to undress you every time, your highness?” Vox asked, already tossing his dress shirt aside and working on his pants. The Radio Demon looked inconvenienced for a moment, but eventually pulled the clothing from his arms and started undoing his pants.

“Did that backwoods town you’re from ever introduce you to zippers?” Vox griped, helping Alastor out of his shoes and happily yanking off his bottoms when he got the chance.

“Being fashion forward doesn’t always mean submitting to all the latest trends.”

Vox sputtered a laugh. “Whatever.” He grumbled, then climbed on top of Alastor between his legs, clasping their hands and threading their fingers together. He bent down to continue kissing, sneaking in some tongue now and again.

He took back one hand to begin exploring, smoothing his palm up a calf, down a thigh, across his abdomen, and along his arm. He then broke the kiss and sat up, placing both hands on Alastor’s chest where he could avoid the scar, then dug his nails into his skin and slowly raked them down to his stomach.

Alastor gasped and contorted reflexively, almost kneeing the Media Demon in the side. Vox then continued to carve steady welts down the front of his thighs, reversing down the back once he made it to the other sinner’s knees.

“You sure seem to like this treatment, you kinky fuck.” Vox observed with a crafty smile. Alastor gave him a peevish look until he was dragging his nails down the man’s arms and earning another shaky breath. Vox gave a short laugh, then scooted closer so he could wrap a hand around both of their cocks.

“This is what I’m actually looking for.” He muttered, pouring the lube Alastor didn’t even witness him bring out. He gave a few normal strokes, making them both feel good, then tightened his hold like a vice and was so close to receiving a real scream. Vox was quick to intercept Alastor’s hands, securing them up in cables as Al pitched forward. He dove a hand behind the other sinner’s head, manipulating him to lean into the crook of his neck, then guided him to latch onto his shoulder blades.

Now it was his turn to grunt painfully as he jerked their cocks in an iron grip while Alastor was trying to shred his back to ribbons.

“You fucking masochist, why don’t you just scream my fucking name already??” Vox ground between his teeth, feeling the throbs in the other sinner’s dick and pumping faster.

“It’s too much..!!” Alastor’s voice was small and almost inaudible between his breaths. “Vox, it’s too fucking much…!!”

When he came, he definitely punctured a few holes along the Media Demon’s back with his nails. He also tightened his grip, tearing the skin, and drawing a few lines of blood.

“Fuck, Al.” Vox breathed, pushing himself to sit up and then having to dodge a punch aimed for his eye. “Hey, whoa!”

Alastor was glaring daggers, but the cum decorating his stomach was a delectable sight.

“Relax! You’re supposed to be enjoying yourself.” He insisted, reaching for the lube once more and reslicking his dick.

“You have forced more ejaculations from me in a much shorter amount of time than anyone in my life, and I’m growing tired of it.”

Vox knew it’s not what he meant, but he couldn’t help feeling triumphant. “Gosh, no need to praise me like that.” He replied, lining his cock between Alastor’s thighs. The Radio Demon’s legs were repositioned to rest on one of Vox’s shoulders with his knees pressed together, and Vox began rutting himself between with a dubious smile on his face.

“As for myself, I’m not really into the pain game. I like a sweeter fuck, something that makes me feel butterflies.”

Alastor wasn’t amused and regarded the use of his legs with repulsion.

“What?” Vox snipped, his tone annoyed. “I’m not fucking you, this doesn’t count.”

Al narrowed his eyes, watching as his blue cock kept poking out between his thighs.

“Besides, it’s technically my contract, so it must go off of my definitions of sex, which would mean my cock in your ass.” Vox reasoned, then suddenly thought of something and smiled sinisterly. “Or your cock in my ass.”

Alastor actually fucking blushed and Vox was more upset than ever that there wasn’t a camera in existence that could capture the sight.

“Fuuuck…” He groaned, tipping his head back. “Do more cute shit like that, I almost nutted.”

Alastor just rolled his eyes and stretched his arms over his head, trying to get comfortable and wondering when they were going to be done.

“Fuuuuuuck… Why are you so pretty?!” Vox demanded in a hushed tone, thrusting a bit quicker and Alastor wasn’t entirely sure what he did to warrant that. After all, if he knew, he’d never do it again.

“Oral…” Vox interjected, trying to get back to the original conversation. “I also think of oral as sex, which means sucking your dick would break the contract… but you were so fucking pretty!!” Vox was now hugging the other sinner’s legs, wrapping them tight in his arms, and humping unapologetically.

Alastor felt a blush lighting up his cheeks until Vox was finally cumming and shooting it across his chest, practically all the way to his neck.

The Media Demon untangled himself from the other overlord’s legs, then collected him into his arms and dragged him to cozy up against his side. Alastor made a sound of disgust as the cum was smeared between them, but Vox just gripped an arm around him tighter to hold him in place.

“Don’t be such a little bitch, it’s only polite to cuddle after.” He informed the man.

“Is that so?” Alastor inquired skeptically. “Then I suppose it’s no wonder no one ever called me back.”

Vox’s eyes flew open at that bit of news, but when he looked down, the Radio Demon was giving him a cheeky grin.

“Why don’t I fucking believe that?” Vox responded with a laugh.

“Come now, Vox. It was a joke! They never called me back because they all mysteriously disappeared after thinking they could take a chance while I was inebriated.”

Now Vox was staring at him with wide, comical eyes. “All of them?? You killed everyone who ever tried to sleep with you??” He burst out laughing.

“Well, there might have been some subtle requests I never picked up on. And if they politely accepted my decline to their offer, they were spared.” He explained simply.

Vox couldn’t help asking in between laughs. “How many were there?!”

Alastor clicked his tongue with disapproval. “Come now, Vox. Isn’t it rude to kiss and tell?”

Vox snorted on a laugh and shook his head. “Yeah, I suppose. But you’re already in Hell, so where’s the harm in it now?”

“Hmm… I suppose you have a point.” Alastor looked as if he was weighing his options, but in the end Vox had no such luck. “Then I won’t be telling you because I simply don’t want to.”

Vox conceded the loss without much obstinance. “Don’t you want to know what my body count is?”

“Sweetheart, if you could count that high then I’m sure the number would be atrocious.”

Cut up and then burned all in one night. Vox couldn’t help laughing at that quip and rolled over to steal a few more kisses from the Radio Demon.

Notes:

Absolutely thirst-trappin' artwork by ryulexhei:
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Chapter 7: Perfection

Vox was too excited to sleep in. Today was the day of his party celebrating all of his successes, and tomorrow was the day they’d be taking on Heaven. Planners and decorators were working around the clock, elaborate dishes were being prepared from all over Pentagram City, and everything was set to be perfect.

Perfection was his image, and perfection was all that mattered. The weapon was perfect, the guest list was perfect, his outfit was perfect, and his entire itinerary for this day was perfect!

He’d thought of everything; every little detail that might go astray, and even the tiny fragments that might be hiccupped. Nothing was going to stop him from achieving his goals and proving to all of Heaven and Hell that he was the strongest. Lilith was absent, Lucifer was his weapon’s fucking battery, Charlie was useless, Alastor was his cock warmer, and none of the other overlords stood a chance against him.

Everything was PERFECT.

Vox was still laying in bed, his head propped in his hand and looking across the mattress where Alastor was sleeping. The guy slept like a dainty princess; quiet, tucked in, and still had a little ghost of a smile on his face. Vox’s bed was massive, and Alastor took up so little space compared to the Media Demon who slept sprawled out like a starfish.

They were both naked, only kept modest by the covers, and Vox was looking forward to many more mornings exactly like this. The previous night, Alastor had obstinately faced away from Vox the entire time, but now it looked as if he lowered his guard. He was on his side facing towards the other sinner, his hands soft and delicate tucked beneath his chin while the comforter was only halfway up his torso. The sight was so conjugal Vox was starting to get crazy ideas about planning a celebration. After all, it only made sense. Alastor was once the strongest in all of Hell, Vox was now the strongest in all of Hell… why wouldn’t they combine their strengths? Join their forces in a unity of sorts? And Alastor wouldn’t be able to say shit because he’d be working for Vox, not with Vox.

The thought gave him a goofy little smile and it wasn’t long until he was scooting across the bed to get the day started.

Alastor waking up was almost an angelic sight to behold. His big eyes fluttered open, one of his deer ears twitched minutely, and as Vox collected him into his arms, the Radio Demon stretched and yawned. It was such a domestic moment, Vox felt his heart squeezing with joy.

Absolutely perfect.

He leaned in for a soft kiss, beyond giddy to have the tenderness reciprocated.

“Are you ready, Al? Today’s the big day!” Vox stated, his features positively elated to the point where he missed the faint dispiriting of Alastor’s smile. “Nothing’s going to stop me from taking everything I deserve!”

Vox wasn’t sure what he was expecting for a reply, but it certainly wasn’t the Radio Demon pulling away from his embrace and sliding out of bed.

“Yes, I’m sure there’s not a single thing you could possibly fuck up today.” Alastor observed over his shoulder, sauntering to the ensuite and then slamming the door behind himself. Vox felt his mood deflate right before it was replaced with annoyance.

“You’re fuckin’ right about that one!!” He called out, not even sure if Al was paying attention. He flopped on his back and stared at the ceiling with a sulking expression before he reminded himself about the word of the day.

Perfection.

Minutes ticked by and when Alastor finally came out of the bathroom wearing Vox’s dark blue robe, he thinned his smile at the sight before him. Flickering candles surrounded the bed and Vox was posed lustfully in the center, lounging on his side with his head propped up by his fist and his other hand stroking his cock.

Vox flicked his eyes up and down the other man before smiling even more smugly. “Blue’s a good look for you. Ever considered expanding your color palette?”

“Hmm…” Alastor hummed in a disapproving tone. “I’d say I have enough of it to deal with already.”

Vox chuckled, then summoned a cable to take Alastor by the hand and lead him back to the bed. When he arrived, another cable joined the first to undo the tie on the robe before nudging it off of his shoulders. It fell to the ground and Vox couldn’t help enjoying the show whereas Alastor was giving him the same unimpressed expression.

“Well?” Vox asked, repositioning himself so he was sitting against the headboard. One hand was still occupied with stroking his dick while the other patted his lap as an offer to sit. Alastor let a moment of silence pass between them before complying, crawling across the bed with his ears pointed straight back. Vox was finally starting to pick up on the apprehension, and as the Radio Demon took a seat on his knees, far enough away from his cock, he spoke.

“What’s the matter with you today? Usually you’re being a brat, not a fuddy-duddy.” Vox pointed out, reaching forward to take the other sinner’s hands in his. Just as he was about to thread their fingers together though, Alastor pulled his away.

“It’s nothing. Stomach troubles.” He responded quickly. “Can we get this over with?”

An easy enough explanation. Vox smirked playfully, then wrapped his fingers around the other sinner’s thighs and dragged him to sit on his cock. Alastor’s was still floppy and hadn’t so much as perked up yet.

“Can’t do much of anything if you aren’t in the mood.” Vox replied enthusiastically, digging his nails into soft flesh and dragging them to the man’s knees. Alastor flinched at the sensation, giving him the usual expression, but there wasn’t so much as a twitch from his dick. Vox flicked his eyes up at the man. “Something on your mind?”

Alastor pursed his lips. “I told you, stomach troubles. That, and the fact that you’ve had your way with me half a dozen times now. I’m surprised I’m not ill with a fever.”

Vox raised an eyebrow. “Mhmm.” He then started doing some mental math and came up with a deficit. “Six times? Really? I only count five.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Do you not recall attempting to initiate a second round and being taught a lesson by my tentacles?”

Vox flubbed a raspberry. “That doesn’t count!” He then reached around his back to slowly rake his nails down Alastor’s spine and the same thing happened. The facial features were delectable, but nothing was happening below.

“Seriously, what’s going on with you? What’s on your mind?” Vox demanded, practically forgetting about his own erection. Alastor looked like he wanted to refute the accusation until his expression dissolved into nonchalance.

“What can I say, Vox? You’ve tapped me dry. I’m afraid there’s nothing left for me to give, so if you wouldn’t mind getting this over with, I’d much appreciate being able to enjoy my morning cup of coffee.”

Vox regarded the other sinner skeptically. “You want me to fuck you without a hard-on?”

Alastor laughed one of his over the top fakey chuckles. “It’s not like the contract stipulates pleasure or completion from either party. If it bothers you so much, then just take me from behind.”

Vox scrunched his mouth petulantly, then bucked his hips to roll them both over so he was on top. “No can do. Remember? We’re stuck fucking like this.” Vox then sat up, reached out to take Alastor’s hands, and just as he was about to twine their fingers together, Alastor pulled away.

“Ah hah!! There is something wrong!”

Alastor thinned his smile once again, then took Vox’s hands in his, finally lacing their fingers together.

“There. Now, will you shut up and get this over with?”

Vox gave the other sinner a look of indignation, then leaned in closer as he squeezed his grip affectionately. “No. Tell me what’s got you so fucking pissy.”

The moment was short and easy to miss, but Vox still saw the irritation right before Alastor was slapping a carefree facade on his face. “Do you attempt to have heart-to-heart discussions with all of your bedmates? Or am I just special?”

Of course the guy was deflecting, but before Vox could point it out, Alastor was using a tentacle to snag the bottle of lube from the bedside table.

“I believe you’re going to need this.”

Vox stared at the thing as Alastor used the tentacle to waggle it alluringly, then looked back into his red eyes that were masked with amusement and hilarity.

“Al, just tell me-” Vox was cut short when the Radio Demon freed a hand, doused it in lube, and reached down to slick up his cock himself. As soon as Alastor had his fingers wrapped around it, he was rock hard once more, and watched speechlessly as the other sinner did his best to line it up with his asshole. “Al, wait, we should get you-” Vox was cut off again as the Radio Demon dug his heels into his lower back, causing him to sink the tip in, and at that point Vox was no longer able to hold himself back. He pushed through the tightness with a groan, squeezing the one hand he was still using to grip Alastor’s while his other arm slid beneath the man’s shoulders to hold him in a tender embrace.

He sank all the way in, muttering a swear before leaning in for a kiss. Gradually he began moving his hips forward and back, setting a lackadaisical pace as they kissed slowly and passionately. Vox swirled his tongue, getting lost in the moment, until Alastor’s palm collided with his forehead and pushed him away.

“Enough with the kissing, get on with it.” He demanded, no more interested in this situation than before. Vox thought of a few bitchy insults he wanted to rattle off, then gave up and decided to be the selfish egomaniac Alastor was insisting he act like. He rammed their hips together, trying to remember the sweet little noises he’d been able to coax from the other sinner before, and was eventually spilling into his guts with less intensity than he was hoping for.

“There, happy?” Vox asked testily, pulling himself free.

“Mmm, no. But then again I’m starved, and I’ve had to spend my morning indulging a sexual deviant.”

Alastor rolled himself out from beneath Vox and quickly wrapped himself back up in the robe before heading for the bathroom. The Media Demon sputtered indignantly from where he was still laying on the bed.

“What? No cuddling? The deal specifically requires twenty minutes, jackass.”

Alastor paused and glanced over his shoulder with a devious smile. “And you went over your time. You see, the clock starts when you initiate your advances. It doesn’t say anything about taking a break in the middle for me to powder my nose.”

With that, Alastor disappeared into the bathroom, engaged the privacy lock on the handle, and turned on the shower.

Vox stuck out his lower lip in a pout and drummed his fingers on the mattress.

Well, that was a pretty shitty start to the morning. Thankfully, it could only get better from here.

Right?

Notes:

Vox: Baby, I could go down on you for hours!!
Alastor: Hours?? I don't have hours, I've got places to be, shit to do. There's a lasagna in the oven.

That's all folks!
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Chapter 8: Here There Be AUs

It’d been two weeks since the incident at VoxTek with the weapon meant to destroy Heaven. The Hazbin Hotel was thriving with new guests looking to be redeemed, Pentagram City was well underway on rebuilding from the damage inflicted, and no one had heard from or seen Vox since.

The hotel staff were kept exceptionally busy between common duties and redemption seminars, and now that Alastor was back to his full power, he was able to lend a hand just about anywhere.

And it turned out the hotel wasn’t just for sinners! In fact, Emily had created a new embassy program for the angels and rented out the entire twelfth floor in order to have a better system of communication between Heaven and Hell. Charlie was practically glowing as she danced and sang through the halls, greeting every guest and doing her best to memorize each of their names.

Angel Dust hadn’t been around for the first week, but eventually was allowed by his boss to come back once Valentino started settling down and was too busy to micromanage every second of his life. Cherri and Husk were the happiest to have him back, and promised they’d do everything they could to help break his contract.

Today was a unique day. The hotel was finally starting to feel manageable after the initial chaotic intake of new guests, and Alastor had been contacted by Zestial to meet with him to discuss something over afternoon tea. The Radio Demon made sure to get all of his affairs in order before freshening up to head out the door. When he apparated down to the lobby, he saw a familiar collection of hooligans crowded around Husk’s bar laughing and joking. Vaggi was busy manning the reception desk, Keekee was dozing on the counter, and all was well.

Alastor hummed a little tune under his breath as he twirled his staff, heading for the door.

“Heya, Smiles!” Angel Dust called from the bar, catching Alastor’s attention. “Where ya off to?”

Alastor decided to humor the other since it seemed like such an innocuous question. He changed course and headed for the bar. “Why, I’m off to see a friend of mine! I should be back later today.”

Angel was about to take a sip from his martini glass and paused. “Friend? What kinda guy makes the cut to be your friend?”

Alastor gave a tinny laugh. “Excellent question, my good fellow!” He patted Angel on the shoulder and laughed again. “Say, how are those redemption classes of yours? Are you feeling the draw of Heaven leading you down the path of righteousness??”

That struck a little close to home and Angel glanced away dejectedly. “Nah… Right now redemption ain’t for me, but I still go to some of ‘em to remind me what I’m working towards. Val’s got me on a tight leash for now. Which reminds me, I gotta get going. Val’s asking me to meet him at V Tower.”

He looked sad and his friends did what they could to cheer him up, but in the end he had to part ways and the two walked out of the hotel together. At the bottom of the steps they started heading in different directions and Angel waved goodbye. “See ya, Smiles. Say hi to your friend for me.”

“Much appreciated! And good luck to you on your endeavors!” Alastor called back, also waving. The Radio demon strolled down the street since they were meeting in an office building nearby. He’d tried to get more information from Zestial when they spoke on the phone, but the other overlord had been cryptic and ensured Alastor the information was for private ears only.

Alastor turned down one last street and finally had eyes on the building. The suite he needed was located two floors above a pub that didn't seem to bring in very many patrons. When he entered the establishment searching for the stairs, the decor was that of a 1920’s speakeasy. He took a moment to appreciate the aesthetic, but didn't seem to elicit a reaction from the bartender, then continued on his way.

When he got to the correct floor and room number, he rapped twice on the door.

No answer.

Odd…

Alastor considered his options and decided to turn the handle since he was invited and this was the correct location. When he opened the door and stepped in, the room was unimpressive. A handful of large boxy desks were scattered around, covered with drop cloths to keep the dust off. A few of the miniblinds had fallen from their windows completely, while one was hanging by a single end. The carpet had been ripped up, but there was a thin circular rug in the center of the room, and when Alastor stepped through it, he realized something was wrong.

A woman’s voice shouted; “Now, Val!”

The flick of a lighter made Alastor turn to see the familiar outline of the Film Demon amongst the shadows as he tossed a zippo onto the rug. The thing immediately ignited, and just as quickly as it was completely engulfed in flames, it was extinguished. The sight beneath made Alastor let out a snarl of frustration followed by a string of sentences in French.

Valentino laughed boisterously, then stepped out of the shadows. “Don’t be such a sore fuckin’ loser, bitch. Do us a favor and shut the fuck up!”

“Val!” Velvette called out as she also hopped from the shadows and immediately sprung into action using her powers. Puppet strings came flying through the room, causing Alastor to duck and weave as he kept chanting. “He’s not bitching at us, he’s speaking some counter curse and I don’t know which one it is because it’s in fuckin’ French!!”

“Fuck!!” Val swore, pulling out his gun and shooting at the Radio Demon. Alastor dodged those as well, and slowly his eyes were beginning to glow green. His smile tore across his face, his horns were extending long and jagged, voodoo symbols appeared in the air around him one after another, and wind was beginning to knock other things around the room.

“Stop fuckin’ shooting, Val! We rehearsed this!!” Velvette shouted, finally catching one of Alastor’s arms. Despite his continued efforts, she caught another arm, and soon enough she had both his legs too. “Get ready with the scissors!”

Strings wrapped around Alastor’s mouth, effectively silencing him before he could speak the last of his counter curse. He looked down at the voodoo symbols on the floor meant to bind a demon such as himself and ran through a very short list of names of the people who might have had this information and were also willing to share it with these two idiots. It was some pretty strong magic they were messing around with, and the preparation alone would require advanced knowledge.

Velvette used her strings to force him to the circle’s edge before slamming his skull into the floor. Alastor glared across the room, noticing the crown of his head was lying just outside the ring of symbols, and Valentino ran right up to him. He watched with lethal hatred as the Film Demon took a fistful of his hair and snipped it from his head, being mindful not to cross into the circle.

“Got it!!” Valentino declared, prancing away to keep his distance. Velvette then pulled the Radio Demon back inside the circle and held him there. Alastor wasn’t sure what their goal was since the moment he managed to get so much as a pinky finger free, these two would be dead. It’d be one thing if they pulled this stunt before his staff was fixed, but now they were just signing their own death warrants.

When Alastor saw Valentino reach into his coat pocket to reveal two grass dolls though, his eyes immediately sharpened. He struggled in the puppet strings, wrenching, pulling, and twisting until his arms were free and he could yank the bindings from his mouth. He finally got a chance to finish his last sentence, then spoke a command in French which caused one of the desks to fly through the air and crash right into Velvette. She was easily caught with it and sent careening across the room.

“Fuuuck!!” Valentino yelped, putting some finishing touches on the voodoo dolls by tying Alastor’s hair around their necks and reciting a spell. “V, catch!!!” He tossed one of the dolls in her direction, and as she pulled herself out from under the furniture, she caught it just in time.

Alastor freed himself by using a few materials to scratch and damage the floor, ruining the characters that were detaining him. He then lunged for Valentino, aiming his claws right for his heart and imagining how nice it was going to be to bite a hole in his throat.

Only to be stopped before he could get a chance.

Val was hiding behind the little doll in his hand, clamping his eyes shut and cowering like he didn’t truly believe it had the power to protect him. Alastor stared at the simple grass doll, noticing it had another symbol sewn in its belly and sensing that it contained a few extra things mixed in with its stuffing. It seemed as if he’d been bested for the time being, but just to be sure, he began circling around the Film Demon. He loomed over him with his piercing green eyes, spindly appendages, and razor sharp claws.

“Ugh!! You fucking creep… stop doing that!!” Val ordered, turning around as well to keep his eyes on the Radio Demon.

“It’s no use, fuck-ass bob!” Velvette declared, walking up to them and holding out her doll as well. “You can’t get us so long as we have these!”

Alastor blipped to be perched right in front of her, startling the social media overlord for a moment with his horrific appearance. He circled her as well, looking for any weakness and finding none.

When nothing else was happening, and in the end all these two did was ruin his hair, Alastor shrank back into his normal countenance. He took a moment to dust off his sleeves, then adjusted his bowtie.

“I have a feeling Zestial wasn’t senseless enough to hire you two miscreants to pull a stunt like this.” Alastor observed, walking over to a large mirror on the wall and examining the state of his hair. He ran his fingers through it, causing it to repair itself, and when he was satisfied, he turned back to them.

Velvette gave him a look of disgust. “The power to grow your own hair, and you choose that tacky look?” She turned away and stuck out her tongue.

Alastor chuckled as he summoned his staff, twirling it with a sense of showmanship. “My dear, I’d suggest you start explaining yourself B̵̜͠Ê̶̹F̴̞̚O̶̪͒R̴̬͝Ḛ̵̈ ̴̈͜ ̷̠̊I̶͓̚ ̴͚̏ ̴͕̇Ḡ̶̢Ẻ̷̱T̵͍̿ ̷̰̉ ̶̝̔Ȧ̸̼N̴̲͆G̴̖͝R̸̳̈́Ý̴͉!!” Alastor demanded, his voice transitioning into a tone filled with horrors.

Valentino folded his arms and popped his hip. “Ugh. We need you to come with us.”

Alastor glanced from one Vee to the other, a puzzled smile on his lips. “And why, in the seven rings and Heaven above, would I do that?”

Velvette smiled, almost like she’d been hoping he’d say those words, and flicked a switch blade out of her pocket. Without a second thought, she began stabbing her voodoo doll in the gut again and again, which in turn began stabbing holes in Alastor’s stomach. He was sent crashing to his knees, choking and coughing up blood as he used his magic to heal himself nearly as quickly as Velvette was able to open a new hole in him.

When it looked like he had enough, Velvette stopped with a conniving smile on her face. Alastor summoned forth a wave of tentacles, but none were able to touch her. He then called upon a small battalion of shadow demons, but those were just as ineffective.

“I suppose I don’t have much of a choice, do I?” Alastor asked, thinking of a dozen different ways to lift this curse. It wasn’t permanent like a deal, but it would also take a bit of time and resources.

He followed the Vees into a limousine waiting around the corner and was not surprised to be brought to V Tower. They were dropped off at a side entrance, and when they stepped inside the building, both Valentino and Velvette turned to him and broke their silence.

“We need you to fuck Vox.” Velvette stated, getting straight to the point. Alastor took a second to wonder who the fuck these two thought they were speaking to, before letting out a single pointed “Hah!”

“We’re serious.” Valentino grumbled, placing a hand on his hip.

“Vox has been…” Velvette struggled to find the right words. “Really fucking weird ever since that shit with the angel weapon happened.” She explained.

Alastor’s smile was empty and uncomfortable as he flicked his eyes back and forth between both Vees. “Hah hah! That doesn’t sound like my problem at all! Best of luck to you!” He then turned and took a step towards the door. Velvette flicked a finger and used a single puppet string to wrap around his wrist. It was loose and unencumbering, so Alastor decided to give her one more chance.

“We know you’re aware Vox has feelings for you, and we know you took advantage of him by coming here and acting like his prisoner. He may have been a right shit, but you’re still responsible for some of the aftermath.” Velvette continued, undoing the string and gesturing for Alastor to follow them into the building.

Surprisingly enough, Alastor walked right up to the social media overlord and stopped when he was only a step away from her. “My dear, I regret to inform you that isn't my concern in the slightest. If Vox is putzing about and wallowing in his self-loathing, there’s really nothing I can do about it. Nor is there anything I’m willing to do about it! Take care, now.” With that, he turned and walked for the door. The Vees let him go, smiling their own wry smiles as he attempted to push it open.

When the door remained firmly shut, Alastor tried jiggling the push bar, but nothing happened. It was the one they came through, and usually these things only required access to be granted from the outside. The Radio Demon chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“You can’t keep me in here and simply hope something good will come of it.” Alastor pointed out in a sing-song tone. He summoned his staff, then slammed the top of it into the glass door as his green magic sparked across the surface before eventually fizzling out.

Alastor was befuddled as to why the ground wasn’t littered with shards of glass and turned to the two. “What is the meaning of this?”

Val and Vel exchanged a look of hilarity before bursting into laughter. Alastor didn’t appreciate the jest, but still waited for them to finish.

“Honey…” Valentino began, wiping a tear from his eye. “We didn’t do this. It was all you, sugar-boo.”

They laughed even harder and Alastor was more annoyed than ever that they’d warded themselves against his magic.

Nevermind that; they weren’t worth the trouble. He glanced around, finding the front doors located on the other side of the atrium and began walking towards them. The Vees were right behind, snickering and giggling like a couple of twits. Alastor had a feeling there was some sort of inside-gag going on, and waited until somebody either came or went.

A girl clutching a fistful of tissues for her watery eyes was hurrying out, either a reject from Velvette’s or Valentino’s studio. As she threw the door open, Alastor tailed behind only to be stopped by an invisible barrier.

The door swished shut, and the Vees were back to uproarious laughter.

“You stupid fucking git!!” Velvette called out, taking a deep breath. “You made a fuckin’ deal with Vox, don't you remember??”

Alastor froze, trying to recall the terms of their deal and thought there was no way.

There's no fucking way!!

Valentino grinned sinisterly as he sauntered up to the other man, stooping over and using a finger to tip his chin up. “Whether you and Voxxie want it or not, the two of you made a lust deal to fuck every day you’re in this building together. And it’s not going to let you out until you fulfill the terms you set.”

Alastor snarled with rage as he jerked his head away, the aura around him beginning to glow green. “And you brought me here knowing full well that was the outcome??” He asked dangerously, tightening his grip on his staff. The Vees started laughing again and Alastor figured that was no problem. It was perfectly agreeable. After all, he couldn’t be expected to fulfill the terms of the contract if there wasn’t a scrap of this building left standing.

Val and Vel deeply miscalculated Alastor’s desire to be as far away from this place as possible and realized their mistake when he began enlarging himself to fill the vaulted space. Alastor threw an arm into the wall, causing an enormous crack to splinter all the way to the floor as he threw his shoulder into it next to make it even more pronounced. The two Vees swore irately and began doing whatever they could to defend the building from the monster they’d invited in while Alastor destroyed anything in his path. He decimated the second floor landing, sent a foot through the concierge desk, and began picking up helpless bystanders to swallow them whole.

The two Vees were running out of ideas when it was starting to look as if the building really was going to topple over, until a familiar voice projected itself through the space.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!”

Everyone stopped what they were doing and Alastor glanced up to find Vox standing at the third story landing, gripping the handrail and leaning over the side. He was wearing a blue Hawaiian shirt with sharks on it, cargo shorts, sandals with teal shark socks, and there was something smeared across his face. Alastor’s curiosity got the better of him as he shrunk down to his normal size, then extended a tentacle to fling himself up to the landing.

When he arrived, Vox was glaring at him and took a step back, only for Alastor to crowd into his personal space and use his first finger and thumb to pinch his chin.

“Is that…” Alastor was incredulous and snorted a chuckle. “Is that a five o’clock shadow??” The radio demon laughed out loud, cackling at the sight until Vox swatted his hand away.

“Alastor?? What the fuck are you doing here?? Get the fuck out of my tower!!” Vox shouted, fixing him with a hateful glare.

Alastor managed to calm himself for a moment and spoke. “You don’t even shave…! It’s just a picture on your screen!!” He laughed even harder, flinging his head back and howling towards the sky. Vox blushed, but at this point if he did anything about it, Alastor would just make fun of him some more.

“Shut the fuck up!! I asked you a fucking-!! You know what?? Nevermind, get the fuck out!!!” Vox yelled back, pointing at the front door down below which was now shattered to pieces.

Alastor wiped a tear from both eyes, snickering and giggling. “Your compatriots were making it sound like you were a complete and total mess, but this just takes the cake!”

Vox clenched his fists until they were shaking from his fury, not even noticing when the elevator doors to the side of him opened to reveal Valentino and Velvette.

“Don’t ask me why I’m here.” Alastor stated, then gestured in Val and Vel’s direction. “Ask them.”

Vox turned to his business partners, eyeing them skeptically and silently requesting an answer.

Valentino stepped forward, his face contorting into dramatics as he took one of Vox’s hands in both of his. “My amorcito… we’re both just worried about you! You’ve been locked away in your room for almost two weeks straight! You only eat deep dish pizza, you spend all your time tinkering with your little toy sets, and you keep playing that one Train song over and over on the ukulele."

Vox wrenched his hand free. “You love it when I play Hey Soul Sister!” He retorted defensively, his expression hurt with betrayal.

Val clasped his palms together. “Mi amor! Not when you play it nonstop at all hours of the day and night!!”

Tinny laughter reminded everyone Alastor was still here. “Wow, Vox! I’m curious to know how far you’ll sink into this emotional squalor!”

Vox grit his teeth and snarled. “Why is he even here?! Get him out!!”

Velvette brushed past Val and marched right up to Vox to grab a fistful of his shirt. “Cut the shit, V!! You’ve been sulking about your stupid little ‘Bambino’ for too fucking long!! Well?? Here he is! Go fuck him!!”

Vox glanced from her to Alastor, noticing the Radio Demon was no longer laughing. “What… did you do…?”

Valentino sighed. “You got wasted one night…” Val thought about that for a moment. “Well, more like every night. But one night you told us about that deal you made with Alastor and we figured we’d give you a hand.”

Vox’s face lit up in a blush. “No… No you two fuckin’ didn’t…”

Velvette rolled her eyes and let go of his shirt. “Yes, V. We fuckin’ did. Now, unless you want to march your little dad-vibe ass down to the Lust Ring and explain to Asmodeus why you can’t uphold a deal you made in his name, you’re going to fuck your stupid little deer boyfriend!!”

Vox was pinballing his attention between all three until his eyes landed on Alastor. “Does your vanilla ass even understand what’s going on here?? Did you even try to leave?!”

All three gestured at the destruction done to the front entrance and spoke at the same time. “Yes!!!”

Vox swore under his breath. “Even if I wanted to…!” he pointed an accusatory finger along with a bitter glare at Alastor, “which I fuckin’ don’t!! This piece of shit apparently hates it when I touch him!!!” Vox then waved both middle fingers at the other sinner.

Alastor rolled his eyes and gave a punctuated laugh. “After all these years, now you choose to be self-conscious about being a fucking creep?”

Vox threw his hands in the air with frustration before stomping over to the elevator and smashing his fist repeatedly against the button. As he waited for the lift to arrive, Velvette waved to get Alastor’s attention, then pulled out her voodoo doll and switch blade, silently threatening to stab it unless he followed.

Alastor glared tartly, but complied, and all four piled into the elevator for a ride to the top.

~0~

Angel Dust was laying languidly across Val’s bed, reading his newest porno script.

Same shit, different toilet.

The guy never clarified how he wanted the lines delivered until he was pitching a fit in the studio and threatening anyone within throwing distance of his martini glass. So, it was best to try and get any creases ironed out before Val was relieving his frustrations on him, or any of his costars.

Commotion suddenly erupted from the common area and Angel could make out the voices of the Vees along with…

No… There was no way. He was definitely mistaken.

Regardless, he needed some feedback on his lines and he gracefully stood from the bed before strolling out of the room.

Vox had basically been a shut-in ever since the weapons debacle, constantly having crafting and hardware supplies delivered to his room along with pizza boxes. Angel heard him playing the ukulele at odd hours when he was spending the night in the tower, and one time he could’ve sworn he heard the guy crying pathetically.

Whoever broke up with him not only ripped out his heart, but also crushed his soul.

When Angel stepped into the common area, he almost swallowed his tongue.

There’s no fuckin’ way!!

“Smiles??” Angel asked in disbelief, finding Vox and Alastor seated on the same couch with their arms folded and facing away from each other. They were both glaring at a wall, looking as if one of them wrecked the other’s toy and was refusing to apologize.

Velvette was seated on the other couch, flipping through her phone and looking bored.

The sound of the microwave being pulled open caught his attention and he glanced up to find Valentino setting a bag of popcorn on the revolving dish.

“Oh, Angie, you’re early.” Val greeted nonchalantly. No one was acknowledging the elephant in the room and Angel was stupefied. “Change of plans, recording is postponed for the night until late.”

Angel flipped his gaze back and forth between the two on the couch and his boss. “You texted me to come in early an hour ago. Said it was need-to-know, and I’d know when I needed to know.”

Val paused. “Hmm, I did say that, didn’t I?” Then continued rummaging through the cupboards until he found a mixing bowl.

Velvette cleared her throat. “Take a seat or take a hike, Angel.” She ordered, and Angel couldn’t even dream of missing whatever the fuck was going on here. He popped onto the other side of the couch she was sitting at and tried to look as casual as possible.

Vox flicked a grumpy expression at Alastor before speaking. “Well? What do you have to say for yourself?” He asked crisply.

Alastor scoffed. “I’ve said all I have to say. What more would you like to hear from me?”

Vox finally spun to face the other. “How about a fucking apology for being such a heartless bitch all these years?? For finally calling me your friend, and then throwing me away like a piece of trash!!”

Alastor rolled his eyes at the theatrics and turned to face the other sinner as well. “Oh Vox, always so emotional. It’s honestly embarrassing to see you like this.”

Vox fumed with indignation, unsure where to even begin unpacking that statement. “Where the fuck have you been, Al?? In case you haven’t noticed, we’re all in Hell!! It’s not just you!! You’re not the second coming, you’re not even first rate where you’re from!! You’re just some serial killer who sits in his fucking hovel and judges anyone for daring to have ambition!!!”

Now Alastor was pissed. “Is that right, you’ve got it all figured out?? Vincent, the fucking weather anchor here to claim his title as the next messiah and one true God!! How absolutely fucking laughable that you find the nerve to point out the flaws in everyone except yourself!!”

“At least I fucking give a damn about something, instead of trying to pretend like I don’t! You can’t stop giving me shit about needing other people, then answer me this!! Where’d you get your power?? Where’d you disappear to for seven years while all of the exterminations were going on??? Who fixed your fucking staff right after you were almost ripped to pieces by Shock.wav????”

“I don’t have to tell you a single thing!! I don’t owe you anything!! What’s there even to reward?? You rode to power on my coattails and act like it’s meaningful in the slightest! A trained monkey could be where you’re at right now!! You were supposed to have vision; imagination… something that would make you unique amongst the rest of the rabble from Hell!!”

Both were standing and Vox dug all of his fingers into Alastor’s lapels. “It did mean something, you stupid fucking jackass!!! It always meant something to know I was by your side!! Alastor; the fucking Radio Demon!! The fucking nobody who grew up in a fucking swamp and suddenly had overlords all over the seven rings licking his fucking boots!!!” He began shaking the man as tears sprung to his eyes. “I admired you!! Respected you!!! And you practically spit in my eye like I wasn’t worth a single fucking second of your time!!!”

Alastor grimaced at the display, suddenly recalling when Vox was about to use his weapon to blow them all up and hearing him say he didn’t care, just so long as he could wipe the smile from Alastor’s face. For a moment there was vulnerability in his eyes and Alastor glanced away. “You wouldn’t understand.”

Vox was astounded and floored to hear such a bold crock of shit. “Fucking try me!!!” He shouted, shaking the man a few more times. “For once in your psychopathic life, stop being so fucking self-centered!! How are you supposed to know something like that if you never fucking try???”

Vox was breathing heavily with a tear streak coming from the far corner of both eyes. It seemed as if Al was done fighting and the thought pissed him off because this wasn’t even close to being settled and it seemed as if it never would.

An unexpected crunch caught both their attention and they seemed to finally remember there were other people in the room. Valentino was holding a giant handful of popcorn, trying to stuff it all into his mouth while Angel and Velvette were seated on either side quietly picking one piece at a time.

Vox gaped at the sight. “Are you three fuckin’ serious right now??”

Val chewed his bite thoroughly and swallowed. “Well, I’ve seen enough. It looks to me like you’re both ready for an angry fuck session.”

Both Alastor and Vox gave the Film Demon a chilly glare. Angel discretely leaned in to whisper in his ear.

“How long have those two been fucking?”

Val nibbled through a few more pieces of popcorn and replied.

“They only went at it a few times. Was all boring lovey-dovey crap too, the kinda shit Voxxie simps for.”

Angel nodded with an “Ohhh…” and the other two overlords were now both blushing to different degrees.

Valentino abruptly stood, tossing the bowl on the coffee table and almost sending the rest of the popcorn flying everywhere. He then snapped twice, clapped twice, and put an arm around Vox’s shoulder to start dragging him towards the bedrooms. “Come now, and bring your Bambino.”

Vox instinctively reached for Alastor’s hand and missed the little blush that momentarily lit up the Radio Demon’s cheeks.

When they got to Vox’s room, Alastor was taken aback to find a little village of tiny shops and houses constructed throughout the space. Miniature storefronts, townhomes, offices, recreational areas, and even a model train with its tracks. Valentino somehow managed to ignore all of it and went right to the unmade bed, then shoved the quarreling couple on it with Alastor flailing to stop himself from crashing on top of the other sinner.

Valentino scoffed a laugh. “Relax, Al.” He stated, commenting on how rigid the other man looked. “You’ve got your work cut out for you today. Y’see, Vox has been drunk for the past two weeks straight, which means you’re going to have a helluva time getting him up.”

Alastor wasn’t sure if he was supposed to thank the other for the unsolicited advice or not, until he was being guided by Vox to be perched on his lap as he sat up. “Hey, fuck you. I’m plenty sober now.”

Valentino clicked his tongue on the back of his teeth. “Mhm, yeah. Sure, babe.” He then snapped his fingers repeatedly and Angel came scurrying from where he was hiding just outside the room. “I brought Angie to help with some of the… preparations”

Alastor wasn’t sure what that meant, and wasn’t even sure if Vox knew what that meant.

“Angie,” Val commanded with a guileful smirk, “why don’t you demonstrate some of your flirty voices so Al can have a good role model?”

All three of the other occupants in the room looked stunned at the proposal and Alastor couldn’t manage to get his mouth to say the words “No fucking thank you” fast enough.

Angel immediately dove into his over the top porn voice as he collapsed sensually onto the bed, moaning and saying things like “What a big strong man you are!” and “I can be your good boy for the night~”.

Both Vox and Alastor stared at the display, completely frozen in place until Val was walking back into the room.

When did he leave??

“Alright Angel, that’s enough.” Val ordered, stopping the other before he could finish his thoughts on being a cum dumpster. Valentino then held out a rolled up knapsack and unraveled it to reveal all kinds of sex toys. Alastor immediately recoiled at the sight, jumping further in Vox’s arms with his eyes wide and his smile pressed thin.

“Why don’t I leave this here and you two can sample from it?” Val asked before licking his lips seductively.

“Val, you idiot.” Velvette butted in, coming around to stand beside him. “Their deal clearly states vanilla sex only. Fuck only knows why…” She then held out her arm with a selection of lacey and stringy things dangling from it. Vox admired the picks from both his business partners, touched to see they knew him so well based on what they were offering. However, when he glanced down at Alastor, it looked as if the big bad Radio Demon wanted to crawl underneath a rock and die.

Angel came up next to Valentino. “You didn’t tell me this was vanilla fucking! If that’s the case, then probably something more along the lines of… Oh!! Daddy~! Be gentle, not so hard!!”

Vox immediately recognized the look on Alastor’s face as the one he wore right before he banished horny sinners to the tentacle dimension.

“Alright!” Vox exclaimed, setting Alastor aside then shooing everyone else out of the room. “That’s enough, time for some fucking privacy!”

The three tried arguing their contributions and giving pointers all the way until the door was slammed in their faces and locked. Vox spun around, leaning against it with a hefty sigh before returning his attention to Alastor. The Radio Demon no longer seemed perturbed, however, as he was standing over at a section of the model town set up around the room on various tables and bartops.

“It seems pretty manic, doesn’t it?” Vox stated with an awkward laugh, not thinking he’d have to explain himself to Alastor about this weird new hobby. He didn’t think he was going to have to explain himself to anyone. The nice thing about Val and Vel is no matter how weird one of them got, they all had each other's backs.

“Hmmm…” Alastor hummed thoughtfully, reaching out and picking up one of the reindeer from Santa’s workshop. “I suppose that’s your word for it.” He then set the figure inside one of the townhomes and turned to Vox. “I’m hungry, bring me something to eat.”

Vox raised his eyebrows, but before he could ask what his royal highness would like for supper, Alastor was unlocking the bedroom door and slipping out of the room. He waited a moment after it closed before he scrubbed his hands up and down his face. Whatever, the jackass could think whatever he wanted and it didn’t matter. He walked over to the set in order to retrieve the reindeer, but when he looked inside the townhome, the little animal figurine was standing in the living room facing the TV.

Vox slowly lowered his hand, then swore under his breath and decided to take a shower.

~0~

Alastor was blessed with an entire hour to himself before Vox was bursting into the scene and disrupting his peace. The Radio Demon had tucked himself away on the terrace near a particularly decadent rose bush with a cup of coffee. The first interruption came from a delivery attendant, but Alastor was able to forgive the young man since he’d been instructed to literally run at top speed wherever he needed to in order to collect as many newspapers and journals not owned by VoxTek and bring them to the Radio Demon. It was a welcome surprise, and considering it was a thoughtful gesture, Alastor decided to give Vox the benefit of the doubt.

“Been looking all over for you, I was afraid this was gonna get cold!” Vox declared, approaching the little bistro table with a tray in his hand. When he set it down, Alastor partially closed his newspaper to see it was two plates of his mother’s jambalaya alongside what appeared to be sazeracs, given the little lemon peel garnish. Vox marched away to drag another bistro chair to the table and Alastor cringed at the sound.

“Go on, dig in! Or was I supposed to read your mind and see you wanted something else?”

Vox didn’t even wait for an answer before he was shoveling a portion into his mouth and mmm-ing at an obnoxious volume. Alastor stared at him like he was an oddity, noticing the man had showered and… “shaved…” but also changed into a pair of slacks, cap toe shoes, and a dress shirt that was left untucked. Alastor closed and folded his newspaper, setting it aside.

“Y’know,” Vox said right before he swallowed another bite. “There was something off from the last time, so I went down to the kitchen and it turned out they used fresh spices instead of dried, can you believe that? It's a lot more flavorful now, tastes almost as good as you used to make.”

Alastor flicked his gaze from his plate to Vox, then back to his plate. He then delicately took it from the tray and set it in front of himself while Vox was still hoovering his meal. He picked up the fork, scooped up some rice along with a little shrimp, and took a bite. As he chewed he realized Vox was right, the flavor profile was much better, and he happily took another bite. They ate companionably, sipping on sazeracs, and enjoyed the twilight hours together. They chit-chatted over small things; Vox asked about the hotel, Alastor asked when he learned to play the ukulele, and Vox avoided admitting that he only did it for the one song.

“I suppose I should be helping you get home.” Vox eventually proclaimed, standing up and offering his hand with gentlemanly flair. Alastor regarded it hesitantly. raising a skeptical eyebrow, but nevertheless accepted. The two then disappeared inside, completely missing the voyeurs peeping at them through an open window.

Angel gave a low whistle. “Damn. That shit was actually pretty cute. Who knew Smiles had it in him?”

Velvette rolled her eyes. “Don’t let him fool ya, he’s a bleedin’ psycho. No idea what Vox sees in him.”

Valentino rubbed his chin thoughtfully, giving the scene a devious expression. “Y’know… we could really have some fun with this. Muy divertido.” He mused in a devilish tone.

Angel quirked an eyebrow. “What? You gonna use it to write your next porno?”

Valentino immediately smacked him upside the head. “Ew, Angel! Don’t be fuckin’ stupid. No one wants to pay for that sappy fuckin’ missionary shit.”

~0~

When they stepped inside his room, Vox kicked the door shut and used his hands to frame Alastor’s face before leaning in for a kiss. It was soft, gentle, and better than he remembered as they tenderly pecked and mirrored one another. Alastor had his hands around the small of his back, practically a natural by now and Vox couldn’t help smiling at the idea.

He broke away and took the other sinner’s hands in his, walking backwards and leading them to the bed. Al was following him without resistance and when they arrived he decided to spin the other man in a ballroom twirl. Alastor was a good sport about it, but when Vox leaned in for another kiss, he shoved the Media Demon onto the mattress.

“Straight to business with you? Never thought I’d see the day.” Vox mused, enjoying the show as Alastor began undressing himself.

“Hah hah, very amusing. If you could do the honors yourself,” Alastor waved flippantly at him, “I won’t be servicing you.”

Vox snorted a laugh. “Oh, you’ll be servicing me plenty.” He then tore his shirt open with no regard for the buttons flying everywhere and a little disappointed it didn’t elicit a reaction from the Radio Demon. He then grabbed Al by the waist, still clothed in pants, and toppled him onto the bed, rolling them both to kiss fervently. Alastor gratefully accepted, wrapping his arms over the other man’s shoulders and returning the action.

“Shit, Al.” Vox murmured, pausing for a moment. “Are you actually in the mood for once?”

“Mmm… no. But I do happen to have the next twenty minutes free, and you seem to be available.”

Vox chuckled and decided to go with it, pressing his hardening dick between the other sinner’s legs through their pants. They returned to kissing, slipping in some tongue as well, and taking their time. The Media Demon eventually came up for air, a bit out of breath as he sat up.

“Fuck, Al. You’re starting to get good at that. If I ever hear that you’re fucking other people, I’m gonna be so fuckin’ jealous.” He warned, his tone lighthearted but entirely serious as he started working on undoing both their pants.

“Hah! As if I have time to entertain any other sex addled lunatics, let alone roll around with strangers.” Alastor countered. “One is already too many.”

Vox tore the clothing from his legs and was satisfied to see the telltale signs of arousal this time. Before removing his own pants, he wrapped his fingers around the Radio Demon’s hips and used all his strength to dig the pads of his fingertips into the thickest parts of his ass along with the backside of his thighs. Alastor gasped at the treatment, his back arching and his shoulders scrunching as the sensation made his dick throb alluringly.

Vox smiled vindictively. “One is the exact number you need.” He pressed heavy circles into the inside of the Radio Demon’s thighs with his thumbs, causing the other sinner’s toes to curl.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth.” Alastor muttered while Vox climbed off to finally remove his own pants, freeing his cock which bobbed lazily. Alastor raised an eyebrow at it.

“It seems your colleague was right.” Alastor pointed out in a mirthful tone, his smile sharpening.

Vox shot him a dirty look. “I don’t wanna hear it from you.” He grumbled, taking his cock and jerking it a few times. It was gradually beginning to stand as it normally did and Vox closed his eyes to let his imagination add to the stimulus.

Until the sound of the sheets shifting piqued his curiosity. When he opened his eyes, Alastor was batting his hand away from his dick so he could take hold of it. His grip was arbitrary and inexperienced, but when he leaned the side of his head against Vox’s pelvis and looked up through his eyelashes, the Media Demon briefly thought he was going to have a stroke. His cock immediately sprung to life, and was rock hard in an instant.

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Al.” Vox whispered, smoothing his fingers through the other sinner’s hair to reveal his forehead.

“Would you hurry along and fuck me already? I believe I left the stove on at home.”

Vox sputtered a laugh and pushed him back onto the bed. “You’re such a fucking punk.”

That did the trick, however, and after coating his fingers in lube, he was sinking the first into Alastor’s ass, twisting it left and right.

“Fuuuck… how are you so fucking tight?” He murmured, adding the next and receiving a flinch. “I haven’t fucked anything since the last time we were together. Haven’t even masturbated. Just didn’t feel right without you.” Vox confessed, thrusting his fingers in and out.

“Hmm… No wonder those two idiots were so concerned over you. I imagine you not being horny is like watching a dog starve to death.”

Vox removed his fingers to slick his cock, then slowly sunk every inch into the other sinner’s guts and was delighted to see the bulge protruding from his abdomen once again.

“Fuck you, you mouthy fucking twink.” Vox breathed through a smile, reaching out to take both of the Radio Demon’s hands in his and lacing their fingers together.

“Fuck me yourself, you coward.”

Vox immediately set a quickened pace, clapping their hips together and leaning down to steal a few more kisses. Alastor matched his movements, kissing him in return, and slowly Vox took his hands back to press his thumbs into the sides of the Radio Demon’s throat.

When Alastor started feeling the flood of happy chemicals in his brain, he wrapped his arms around the other man’s shoulders, kissing him deeper as Vox started pounding him harder. He didn’t even notice when a few yelps and sounds of appreciation escaped from his mouth and Vox thought about how he was definitely going replay that sound track with a box of tissues later.

He came with several grunts, and the moment he let go of Alastor’s throat to jerk his dick, he was also releasing over his stomach.

“Fuck, Al…” Vox murmured, kissing him a few more times. “Please tell me I’m going to get to see you again.” He then pulled out and climbed to the side, flopping on his back and pulling Alastor into his chest. The Radio Demon rested his head against his shoulder with a hand gently laying on his sternum. Vox took a deep, contented breath, then realized he hadn’t been given an answer. “Well? Am I going to get to see you again?”

“Mmm… I’m sure we’ll cross paths sometime, but these days I’m rather busy.” Alastor replied simply, as if the news wouldn’t crush Vox’s spirit and rip his soul to shreds.

Then again, what an Alastor thing to say.

Vox let out a testy huff and mentally bargained he could come up with a better plan some other time. “How much time we got?” He asked, using his free hand to twine his fingers together with Alastor’s on his chest.

“Fifteen minutes.”

Vox blinked incredulously and pointed a surly look down at his dick. “We were only at it for five minutes??”

“Four, actually. We’ve already wasted a minute.”

Vox hummed at the thought and figured there wasn’t much he could do about it at this point, so he relaxed and enjoyed whatever time they had left together.

Notes:

Get ready for Fuck or Die RadioStatic 😈

Chapter 9: Hugs and Kisses OX

Notes:

Another update today because why not? I am a kind and benevolent writer.

It was three weeks since the VoxTek angel weapon incident and Husk was in the habit of serving the brunch, dinner, and midnight drinking crowd. He’d disappear in the middle of the day for a catnap (no pun intended) and keep at it until his patrons were no longer interesting enough to continue serving. He started his morning shifts a little early to do some house keeping, and for the past week he’d been the one in charge of signing for order after order of illustrious bouquets. Towering displays of flowers in red vases large enough to be wine barrels, and every single one of them was addressed to Alastor.

That is, until Alastor readdressed the cards to Charlie.

There were anywhere from three to five deliveries of these enormous things everyday since he went out to go visit that “friend”, and Husk was beginning to have his suspicions.

No one knew about the card swaps except for Husk, because it was his duty to stash them until Alastor could rewrite the message, but this morning it slipped Husk’s mind and when Lucifer took a seat at the bar, he yanked the little card from the holder.

“Absolutely unbelievable!!” Lucifer bitched, throwing his arm out to indicate all the other vases scattered throughout the lobby of the hotel. “Is he in love with her or something?? It’s disgusting, boarding on unhinged! Even for him!!”

“Mhmm.” Husk replied as he finished crafting the king of Hell’s mimosa. He set the champagne flute on the table, noticed the other man was reading a little slip of paper, and swore under his breath. Lucifer’s face went from miffed scrutiny to complete indignation.

“He’s calling her Bambino now??” Lucifer shouted, absolutely outraged. “What does that even mean??? What kind of sick, perverted, despicable things is he trying to do to my daughter??!!”

A groan caught Husk’s attention and he found Angel dragging himself to the bar alongside Cherri. “Wouldya turn down the volume a bit? My head is killing me.” Angel bemoaned, collapsing into a seat. Husk slid him a water glass.

Lucifer managed to accommodate the request before he spoke again, thrusting the card in the three sinners’ direction. “Did any of you know about this?? I’m gonna kill him!! I swear I’m gonna kill him!!!”

Cherri plucked the thing from his grasp and read it. “My Dear Bambino, with all of my fondness and affection. Heart Oh Ex.” She then flipped the thing over, but there was nothing on the back. “Bambino? Ain’t that Italian for ‘boyfriend’?”

Lucifer lost his shit and Cherri was quick to throw her hands over Angel’s ears. “Boyfriend?? BOYFRIEND??? Is there something I don’t know??! Is there something she isn’t telling me?!!” Lucifer was having a mental breakdown, throwing a hand to his chest as he started hyperventilating.

Just then, Alastor apparated in front of everyone wearing a visibly irked smile along with the same voodoo talisman necklace around his neck he’d also had on the entire week. He was holding a misshapen wooden bowl in his hands with several items stacked inside of it, including a human skull.

“Husker, my good man!” Alastor greeted, his expression lifting into one of joy. “I have a task for you!” Alastor set the bowl on the bar counter, then reached into the inner breast pocket of his coat, revealed a hefty meat cleaver, then thwacked it into the wooden counter so it was standing on end. But, before he could continue, Lucifer was in his face.

“Explain yourself!!” He demanded, yanking the card from Cherri’s hand and holding it right in front of Alastor’s face. The Radio Demon calmly accepted it, having to hold it a bit further away in order to read the script, then flicked it twice without a single facial reaction and handed it back.

Lucifer muttered a grievance under his breath, then read what was rewritten. “To Charlie, From Alastor.”

A message just like every other bouquet in the room. However, it wasn’t enough of an explanation for Lucifer and he pointed an accusatory finger at the other man. “Just what do you think you’re trying to accomplish with my daughter?!! She has a girlfriend, y’know!!! And, if you haven’t noticed, SHE’S ALSO A GIRL!!!”

“Hmm…” Alastor daintily plucked the card back, then returned it to the clip in the vase. “Why, I’m trying to help run a hotel! Haven’t you been paying attention all these months?”

Cherri snorted a laugh. “Can’t you see what's going on? Smiles got himself a romantic interest and doesn’t want any of us to know about it.”

Lucifer balked at the information, turning back and forth between Cherri and Alastor as he tried to process those words. Alastor continued to stare with the same unreadable, fiendish smile.

“You?” Lucifer asked, pointing at Alastor. “A girlfriend? I’m supposed to believe you have a girlfriend?”

Alastor’s smile sharpened just a hair before returning to his usual lackadaisical candor. “Mmm… I’d consider it more of a stalker.”

Lucifer chuffed a laugh. “A stalker? Sent you all of these??” He gestured at the many oversized vases of flowers.

Alastor shrugged impishly “My mother always said I had a devilish charm about me.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes so hard his head went with them. “I’m supposed to believe you, the creepiest guy in Hell, has a girlfriend?!”

An excited inhale announced Charlie and Vaggi’s arrival to the bar. “Alastor has a girlfriend??” Charlie exclaimed, squealing with delight before wrapping him in her arms. “That’s so amazing!! What’s she like?? When can we meet her??”

Alastor gave her a few pats on the shoulder before gently coaxing her out of the hug. “Unfortunately, your father is bringing himself to some very loose assumptions, I’m afraid.” Alastor replied, suddenly summoning his staff and leaning against it.

When it seemed as if all of the yelling was done, Cherri removed her hands from Angel’s ears and he reacted by shaking his head and rapidly blinking his eyes. Cherri raised an eyebrow. “Angie, is everything alright?”

Instead of replying, Angel turned to the Radio Demon. “Oh, Alastor! I just remembered. A guest in one of the rooms is requesting your assistance. Would you be able to meet them?”

Charlie and Vaggi exchanged a glance. “A guest?” Charlie asked. “Vaggi and I could take care of it…”

“No, no, my dear. I wouldn’t dream of it.” Alastor interrupted, coming to stand beside Angel. “Which room was it?” He asked with a glowing smile.

“Room number one six nine, they…” Just as Angel finished the numbers, Alastor whacked him in the head with the top of his staff, sending him reeling against the bar counter.

Cherri was at his side in an instant and Husk shouted. “What the fuck was that for?!”

Everyone was crowded around Angel as he groaned pathetically, right before he sat up completely straight. He looked around with wide eyes until he finally found Alastor.

“Hey, thanks, Smiles!” He said chipperly, before rubbing the bump on my head. “Fuckin’ Vox musta did that freaky eye shit to me again last night. How did you know?”

“Mmm… I have my ways.”

Alastor twirled his staff, walking around to step behind the bar while Angel ordered a mimosa with a cheery disposition. Husk regarded the man suspiciously, then spoke.

“What’s this task for me?” He muttered, eyeing the meat cleaver. Alastor’s eyes lit up and his smile widened.

“Ah! I’m glad you asked.” He then slammed his left hand on the bar top and spoke like they were discussing the weather. “I need you to cut off my pinky finger!”

Everyone stared at Alastor like he was insane. Well, he was, but more insane than usual.

Husk crinkled his nose. “Not that I don’t mind, but may I ask why?” He reached out and tugged the cleaver free, weighing it in his hand.

Charlie condemned the idea. Vaggi condemned the idea being done in the lobby and where they served beverages to guests. Cherri pumped her fist in excitement. Angel seemed both repulsed and intrigued, while Lucifer didn’t seem to care.

Alastor snapped his fingers, decorating the bar in voodoo items and symbols before emptying the bowl and lining his supplies up. There were vials of herbs, a jar of mysterious liquid, and of course the skull.

Vaggi crinkled her nose. “Do I want to know whose that is?”

“No need to fret, dear. It’s mine.”

Everyone was now staring at him with horror, including Lucifer.

“It took some time to track down in the living world, but thankfully there’s a team of imps here in the Pride Ring that can travel between realms and were able to collect it for me. Come now, Husker. We don’t have all day!”

Just as everyone shouted their objections and encouragements, Husk slammed the cleaver into the bar top, successfully removing Alastor’s pinky from his hand. The lights dimmed ominously, but other than that, Alastor didn’t have a reaction.

He quickly drew a circle with a five-pointed star inside it on the bartop, then a five-pointed star on the forehead of the skull while chanting lines in French under his breath. He broke the vials into the wooden bowl, then poured the liquid and tossed in his severed pinky, all while he continued to bleed everywhere. He set the skull in the bowl, the bowl on the circle with the star, then snagged the cleaver from Husk and expertly sliced a thin line across the back of Lucifer’s hand.

The King of Hell recoiled and swore under his breath, but it was too late. Alastor flicked a single drop of his blood onto the skull, and was immediately surrounded in green light. Voodoo symbols appeared all around, every light in the lobby flickered ominously, the air swirled, howls danced across the currents, and the skull began radiating with luminous shine until it was too bright to look at.

And then, just as everything was coming to an apex, it all stopped and returned to normal.

Everyone glanced around, wondering what the fuck just happened until they turned to Alastor and saw him holding a bar towel to his hand as it was slowly be dyed red with his blood.

Vaggi sputtered indignantly. “What the fuck was that?!”

Alastor stared at his skull, now blackened to a crisp. The spell worked, but the outcome wasn’t what he desired. The ritual was meant to remove any voodoo curses put upon him, and adding Lucifer’s blood to the mix would ensure another could never be cast using his essence for a hundred years or so. However, with the skull scorched like this, it meant no voodoo curses were mixed with his soul, meaning the two Vees undid the doll curses and were likely using his hair for something else.

Vexing…

Alastor tossed another clean bar rag at Lucifer who accepted it and used it to wipe away what little blood there was on the back of his hand.

“Just a bit of precaution.” Alastor replied flippantly before turning to the alcohol lining the shelves of the bar. He searched thoughtfully, ducking and weaving until he found what he was looking for and pulled a musty, grimy bottle from the back.

Husk raised an eyebrow. “That stuff? It tastes like piss and earwax.”

Alastor gave a pointed laugh. “Of course a drinker like you would take a whiff of this and still attempt to consume it.” He popped the cork off the top with his right hand, then plucked a clean tumbler glass from an above shelf and filled it halfway. He submerged the pinky end of his left hand into the murky liquid and let out an involuntary hiss through his teeth.

Angel blinked, fascinated at the display. “What’s that stuff do?”

After a few moments, Alastor removed his hand where the stump was now cauterized. He then lifted the glass to his lips and threw the entire drink back in one swig, before shattering it across the floor with a grimace to his smile.

“In approximately seven days I should have a fully regrown pinky finger.” He replied simply, then flexed his left hand a few times. There was limited mobility to it due to the trauma he sustained, but it didn’t seem to bother him much. He then plastered his usual carefree smile on his face and turned to Cherri.

“Miss Cherri! Would you be a dear and accompany me to room one sixty-nine?”

Cherri frowned in confusion. “Uh, yeah? I suppose.”

“Excellent! And my dear Charlie, so sorry for the concern! These flowers are for you.”

Charlie lit up with joy and thanked him while Lucifer stared at the man dumbfounded.

Husk rolled his eyes. “And you expect me to clean all this shit up?”

Alastor winked at him. “An excellent suggestion, my friend! My greatest thanks to you!!”

He then turned on his heel and strutted from the bar, waving his hand and calling for Cherri to follow after him. Angel ended up tagging along as well, and the three walked through the lobby while the two friends were sipping their mimosas.

“So…” Cherri asked coyly. “Who’s the girlfriend? Anyone we know?”

Angel almost choked on his drink. “Girlfriend?? Since when does Smiles give a fuck about datin’ anyone?” He asked with a laugh.

“Those flowers were for him, dipshit! You know he’s always being called Bambi, that’s definitely not a coincidence they were addressed to Bambino!”

Angel laughed again. “You’re crazy! I’m sure it’s just some stalker that watched him fightin’ monsters in the city and wants to sit on his dick.”

Alastor’s eye twitched irritably, but he also knew Angel wasn’t brain damaged enough to forget about seeing him at V Tower. Angel and Cherri went back and forth a few times, and Angel was surprisingly good at keeping his situation with Vox a secret.

When they got to room one sixty-nine, they paused outside of the door and Alastor turned to Cherri. “My dear, would you be so kind as to relinquish all of the bombs you’re carrying?”

Cherri flicked her eye between Angel and Alastor. “Uh, yeah, I suppose. But you’re paying me back for them, and I ain’t responsible for the repairs.”

Alastor smiled sweetly. “Don’t you worry, I’ll take care of it.”

Cherri shrugged, and when Alastor opened the door, the three of them quickly tossed as many lit bombs as they could through the entrance until three voices were shouting and swearing.

“PINCHE PENDEJO….!”

“THAT LITTLE FUCKIN’ GIT…!”

“ALASTOR!!!!”

Alastor then slammed the door shut, and Cherri was confused when there wasn’t an explosion. She turned to ask what that was about, only to find Alastor leafing through a stack of bills and handing her a good chunk of it.

“Woah, shit yeah! Way to land yourself a sugar mama!!” Cherri cheered before walking away. Angel chuckled and was about to follow her back to the lobby when Alastor reached out and stopped him with a hand underneath his elbow. Angel turned, surprised to see Alastor’s features looking especially demonic.

“When you return to the hotel after visiting V Tower, come see me. I can’t have you being Vox’s little spy any longer.”

Angel blinked, then grinned.

“Hey, thanks Smiles! That’d do me a huge favor.”

Alastor then released his arm and he was chasing after Cherri. The Radio Demon watched them go, then turned to head back to his own room.

When he arrived, he went straight to his dressing table and opened one of the drawers. Inside were a collection of different odds and ends, but what he was looking for was his most recent love note. He picked up the card from the stack of others.

My Dear Bambino,
With all of my fondness and affection
♡ox

The heart was a not-so-clever way to disguise the V in Vox, and Alastor scoffed at it, then set the card back in the pile. Right next to it was another stack the exact same size, all with the same words written on them; To Charlie, From Alastor. In the end, he never rewrote the words on the greeting slips, he just exchanged them instead.

Chapter 10: Chocolates For The Girlfriend

A week after Alastor chopped off his pinky finger, the gifts were still coming. Most times Lucifer saw them they were already addressed to Charlie, and the thought irked him to his core. There were flowers, fruit baskets, candygrams, and even a concert grand piano accompanied by a master pianist set to perform at the hotel for six hours every Tuesday and Thursday.

Absolutely unbelievable. Whatever was going on was obviously meant to curry favor with his daughter, and he didn’t like how well it was working. Especially from a devious sociopath like Alastor. After finding another, albeit more reasonably sized, vase of flowers sitting at Husk’s bar this morning, he made it his mission to go speak with the insufferable bellhop.

Lucifer eventually found him in the ballroom helping set up for an informal dance Charlie was coordinating for the sinners as a reward of all their hard work towards redemption. He was holding a clipboard, running through a list thoroughly covered in Charlie’s handwriting and cute little doodles.

Lucifer approached and cleared his throat, but nothing happened.

“I said, ahem!” He tried again, this time earning a little chuckle.

“Hmm? Why, your majesty!” Alastor gasped with insincere shock, touching a hand to his chest. “I didn’t see your short stature amongst all the flowers! Whatever may I do for you this fine morning?”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. “Listen here, red guy! I picked up an Italian translation book, and bambino does not mean boyfriend, it means little boy. So cut the crap… Who keeps sending you all this junk? Your grandma? A special internet friend you take your pants off for??”

Alastor waved his hand dismissively. “Come now, Lou! There’s no need for hostilities. After all, you were the one jumping to conclusions so quickly. So why don’t you hop along? I believe the janitors could use some help scrubbing the toilets, and your itty bitty fingers would be perfect to get into those hard to reach places.”

Lucifer gaped and sputtered, then pointed a finger at Alastor’s nose. “I’ll have you know I’ve already completed Charlie’s tasks for me! And if you think I’m going to believe a creepy guy like you has a girlfriend that isn’t made of rubber or silicone, then that’d make me dumber than your flimsy story!”

Both men suddenly glanced towards the entrance to the ballroom when they heard Charlie’s voice. “Alastor, Dad! Good morning, it’s so nice to see you two working together!” She exclaimed with a beaming smile on her features as she was approaching.

“Charlie! There’s my girl, good morning!” Lucifer stepped away from his heated conversation to meet her with a hug.

“What a splendid morning it is, my dear! Your father was just mentioning to me how unfair it is to be given so little work for him to accomplish in regards to this event. Almost as if you don’t trust him not to make a mistake.”

Lucifer flailed his arms, pointing dirty looks at Alastor in between trying to refute the claim to his daughter.

Charlie gasped. “Oh, Dad! I hope you know that isn’t true! In fact…!” She reached into a canvas bag she had draped from her elbow. “I thought maybe Alastor could take the rest of the day off! After all, with all these gifts and with everything you’ve been doing around the hotel recently, you’ve been such a big help! And I want you to know how important you are to everyone here!” She pulled two boxes of chocolates out, one larger than the other, and handed the bigger one to Alastor. The Radio Demon considered the offering for a moment, then accepted with a genuinely warm smile.

“Bourbon chocolates? How delightful, thank you, dear!” Alastor stated, then reached out an arm to pull her into a side hug.

Lucifer fumed at the display, then glanced down at his much smaller box of fruit filled chocolates. Of course, he’d much prefer these, but sometimes size does matter.

“Heeey, kiddo! What about your old dad! Shouldn’t he, y’know, get the bigger box?” He pointed out softly, scuffing his boot on the floor.

“Dad!” Charlie said with a laugh. “I just figured… gosh, you know, since Alastor has a girlfriend now, maybe he’d like to share them with her!”

Lucifer snorted a laugh, gesturing vaguely at Alastor like that’s all he needed to say, but neither one seemed to understand him. “Come on, really? This guy? I mean, unless there’s a false wall she’s hidden behind in his closet, amirite?” He nudged his elbow towards Charlie and her expression told him she didn’t find that funny.

“Dad, come on! This is special and we should be celebrating!” She insisted, taking the clipboard from Alastor and handing it to her father. “Come on, Al! Why don’t you take the rest of the day off and go spend it with your girlfriend? You’ve been working so hard, we can handle it from here!”

Alastor tucked the chocolates underneath his arms and tipped his head to her. “My sincerest thanks to you, Charlie. I’ll come back later to check in with everything.”

With that, he left and headed for his own room. He walked with a spring in his step, humming a little tune as he tried to think of how he’d be spending his time today.

His newest plots to wrestle territories from other overlords? Coming up with more ideas for enacting his revenge against Rosie? Finding fresh new ways to undermine Lucifer? So much to do, and so little time to accomplish it all. He turned the handle to his room, stepped inside, and then glanced around in confusion.

He blinked. Wasn’t this… Alastor quickly spun around to catch the door, but it was too late. It clicked softly closed, and movement caught his attention from inside the space.

He was standing in Vox’s room in V Tower. The area was still a mess with his handmade little village set, and walking towards him was Valentino wearing fishnets, leather, straps, and lace. Alastor recoiled until he realized the other overlord was handing him two items and he hesitantly accepted them.

“Tag, you’re it.” Val muttered under his breath before popping a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. “I need a fuckin’ smoke break.” He then reached above the doorframe to grab something before heading out and shutting it behind himself.

Alastor looked down at the items in his hands, along with the chocolates he was still holding, and grimaced when he found a leather flogging stick and leather handcuffs.

“Alright, Val! I’ve got it for sure this time!”

Vox’s voice could be heard from the ensuite since the door was wide open. Alastor took a quick inventory of the room, noticing there were quite a few more BDSM things around like ropes and chains attached to walls, the bedframe, and the ceiling. He felt a pit drop in his stomach.

“We’re going Western this time! I’m the outlaw, and you’re the saloon girl caught in my robbery. Your role is the damsel in distress, so when I give the word, Val…” Vox finally stepped out into the doorway, his knees bent and his arms poised like he was about to draw his pistol in a duel. However, the real showstopping piece was the fact that the only things he was wearing were fringed chaps with nothing underneath, and a vest that was left unbuttoned.

Both sinners stared at each other, stunned into awkward silence until Vox spoke.

“...Al?”

Alastor didn’t know how to respond to this development, but also knew he wanted nothing to do with it. He gingerly set the items in his hands on a corner of one of the tables, careful not to disturb the model pieces much, then quietly slipped out the door.

Vox was blushing so hard his entire screen was practically teal until the sounds of crashing and smashing wrenched him back to the present.

He threw on his robe and ran out the door to see the entire common area overturned with Valentino caught in Alastor’s tentacles.

“You stupid fucking deer, put me down!!”

The tentacles writhed and wriggled, going wherever they pleased and causing him to burst into laughs now and again.

“It’s not- haha!! It’s not fucking funny!!!”

Before Vox could do anything though, Valentino was released and collapsed to the floor. Alastor reached out and accepted something from his tentacle, then walked up to Val and held it in front of his face. From what Vox could see, it looked like a thin braid of red hair.

“Tell me where the rest of it is!!” Alastor demanded, surprisingly direct to the point. No snarky comments or little quips? He really was pissed.

Val stuck out his tongue in amusement. “The rest of what?”

Alastor snarled, setting the braid on fire in his hand before calling on his tentacles to wrap him up again. One snaked around his neck, but no amount of pulling or tugging freed him from their grip. When he was genuinely beginning to choke from the restrictiveness, Vox ran up behind Alastor and set his hands on his shoulders.

“Al, stop it! Let him go!”

More choking and coughing. Vox gripped his arm in his hand and shook it to get his attention.

“Al, whatever is going on, we can talk about it! Let him go!”

Now there was gasping and gagging.

“Alastor!!”

The Radio Demon finally relented and Valentino was released. He held a hand to his throat, drinking in heavy breaths. Vox rolled his eyes and walked over to his business partner, offering a hand to help him stand.

“Whatever you took, give it back. This isn’t worth it.” He directed, pulling Valentino up, then using his cables to start reassembling the room. Quite a few things were shattered across the floor and he frowned at the sight.

“Boo, you two are no fun.” Val retorted with a teasing smile. “I didn’t even give you my safe sign.”

With that, he sauntered towards the bedrooms. Vox let out a withering breath, then turned to see Alastor with his arms folded and his expression testy as he watched the other overlord leave. The Media Demon rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and decided to try making small-talk.

“So, uhh… It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

Lame. That was so lame. He wouldn’t be surprised if Alastor didn’t even bother to reply.

He didn’t and Vox took a few steps closer. He gingerly reached out and set a hand in the center of the Radio Demon’s back, trying to coax him into a loose embrace. Remarkably, it worked, and the tension in his shoulders deflated just a bit.

“Val can be a prick sometimes, you shouldn’t take it personally.” He tried to console, but only seemed to make the situation worse.

“Oh? Sage advice from the outlaw? Do impart your wisdom, I’d love to know your thoughts on the subject.”

Vox removed his hand and gave the other sinner a tart glower. “No need to be a little shit about it.” He grumbled.

Alastor gave a clipped laugh. “Fetch me a drink. I’m not in the mood for niceties.”

Vox glowered but eventually complied and wandered back to his room. He dug through his liquor supply, finally settling on a bottle of absinthe as well as his strongest bottle of whiskey, and as he was leaving he paused. A box of chocolates was sitting on the table and that lightened his mood just a smidge.

He came back to the common area to find Alastor seated on a sofa with his legs crossed at the knee and a newspaper in his hands. When he set the bottles on the coffee table, Alastor lowered his page.

“Today’s paper? Why, Vox. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’ve been collecting them just in case I happen to swing by.”

Vox scrunched his mouth as a blush lightly dusted over his features.

“Why else would I? Media is digital these days, old man.” He replied curtly, walking away to rummage through the kitchen. Alastor heard the coffee maker softly buzzing to life and looked down to see Vox found his gift from Charlie.

When Vox returned with two crystal tumblers and a “Fuck Alastor” mug of black coffee, the Radio Demon held out the opened chocolate box for Vox to take the first one. He regarded the peace offering silently, then set down the drink containers and selected a milk chocolate one. He popped it into his mouth and spoke.

“You done being pissy? Can I sit?”

Alastor selected a dark chocolate and examined it. “Hmm, I suppose.”

Vox scoffed, then sat close enough so their hips were touching. He reached out to the coffee table, picked up the mug, then handed it to Alastor while he swiped the chocolates to rest on his lap. The Media Demon relaxed into the back cushion, draping an arm behind Al’s shoulders, and propping his heels on the edge of the low table.

Vox then pointed a finger-gun at his entertainment center and flicked on the TV, using his digit to flip through the settings until he pulled up his internet radio app and started playing soft ragtime tunes.

When a familiar song came on, Alastor hummed along with it and ate another chocolate.

Vox poured himself a whiskey and they sat together in the calm until Valentino eventually came back into the room. He’d showered and changed, looking like he was ready to go into his film studio, and tossed a handful of little red braids onto the coffee table.

“I believe that’s all of them, but if not, then I guess you’ll be back.” He stated with an evil smile. Alastor regarded him hesitantly, then picked up the chocolates and offered them to the Film Demon. Valentino was pleasantly surprised at the gesture and strolled over.

“Voxxie, have you taken a look at the script for my new soap opera porn I sent you?” Val asked smoothly, plucking several chocolates and tossing one into his mouth.

Vox fixed him with a pensive look. “Yeah, but you and I can talk about that later.” He insisted, his expression unamused.

Val grinned sinisterly. “Looking forward to it, babe.” He tossed the others into his mouth, then reached out to take three more. He glanced around, his face suddenly tinging with confusion as he pointed a finger around in a squiggly line. “Is this, like, your guys’ foreplay or something?”

Vox frowned bitterly, his eyes silently asking the man to leave.

“What? I’m just wondering. And then you two just get in there and what… vanilla fuck?”

Vox was glaring now and Valentino returned the look with a revolted one of his own.

“Ew, you two are disgusting.”

With that, he turned on his heel and left. He waved over his shoulder and called out “Bye, bitches!” and the two overlords were finally alone.

~0~

The alcohol did the trick and Alastor had his legs stretched across the couch cushions while his back was pressed into Vox’s chest. The Media Demon had helped himself by removing the other sinner’s coat and undoing the buttons to his dress shirt, and was now tracing a finger all over his chest. He drew a circle around the scar, noticing it was completely healed and just a simple line telling a painful story now.

He smoothed a hand up the Radio Demon’s pectorals, along his collar bones, then down his sternum. Alastor hummed lightly at the soft touches, his eyes closed and his face peaceful.

“I’ve missed you.” Vox murmured, using both hands to smooth up his abdomen until they stopped at his chest.

“The piano made that fairly obvious.” He retorted in the same tone, reacting pleasantly when Vox leisurely dragged the pads of his fingers down his sides until they stopped at his hips.

“And yet you didn’t come say hi? That wasn’t very gracious.” He repeated the process with the same amount of pressure in the opposite direction.

“I told you I’m busy. Besides, this arrangement seems to benefit you far more than it does me.”

Vox hummed, conceding the point to Alastor and then began dragging his nails down his abdomen with deliberate intention. The Radio Demon gave a sharp little inhale and arched his back.

“Then it sounds like I need to take you on a proper date.” He whispered into the other sinner’s ear, pulling his shirt down his arms in order to leave little kisses along his shoulders. Alastor tensed at those words, bringing his knees to his chest.

“Your ceaseless gifts have already drawn too much attention for my liking as is.” He countered, setting his hands on Vox’s forearms when the man reached out to trace lines down his thighs.

“Good. I want them to know.”

Something caught his attention and he raised his left hand, taking Alastor’s with it, and silently asking what happened to make his entire pinky gray instead of the usual black with red claws like all the others.

Alastor breathed a chuckle. “Don’t ask.”

Vox didn’t like that response, but didn’t force the issue, and used his thumbs to trace circles on the insides of his thighs.

“Dinner, drinks… A movie. C’mon, I just went to the hardware store the other day and you wouldn’t believe the complete lack of attention I got with my stubble and my ‘Global Warming Isn’t A Hoax’ t-shirt.”

Vox let his right hand wander a little more boldly to cop a feel between the Radio Demon’s legs and Alastor was quick to reposition his hand back to his leg.

“What? You want me to touch you everywhere except your dick?”

Alastor looked up at him through his lashes. “Yes.”

Vox stuck out his lower lip, then gave a thoughtful hum. He then pressed every bit of his palms and fingers to cover as much surface area as possible, gliding his hands over Alastor’s skin and earning all kinds of delightful movements. He smoothed his left hand down and to the right in order to wrap around his waist, while his right came up to engulf his neck. Alastor let out a heavy breath at the touch and Vox used the tips of his fingers and thumbs to massage little circles into different points around his jaw.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Vox whispered in a low voice, pulling him closer and grinding his cock into the other man’s tailbone. Alastor wasn’t able to hold back a subtle whimper and Vox couldn’t resist any longer. He gripped his hands between the other sinner’s legs and gave a triumphant throaty chuckle when his dick went from firm to hard.

“Wait right here.”

Vox suddenly left and Alastor was abandoned breathless on the couch, until the Media Demon was hurrying back with a familiar bottle in his hand. Alastor attempted to protest, but Vox was on top of him in an instant, kissing and grinding their hips together.

“We won’t be bothered anytime soon.” Vox assured him, understanding his silent reservations. Considering the last time they did it out here resulted in Valentino stealing a glimpse of the show uninvited, Alastor wasn’t too keen on the idea. Then again, he did just leave out the front door, and the alcohol was doing funny things to his head.

In no time at all, the only one wearing anything was Vox with his assless chaps sporting a rigid hard-on. When Alastor was prepped and Vox was lined up against his ass, he found the Radio Demon staring down at his hips with an interesting expression and Vox felt himself get defensive.

“What? It’s not like they’re in the way.”

He expected Alastor to tease him or make some kind of remark, but when nothing happened, his eyes slowly lit up with joy.

“You like them, don’t you?”

Alastor gave the deepest blush he’d ever seen on the guy and the sight somehow managed to make his cock even harder. He immediately slid himself into the Radio Demon and began pounding him into the couch, doing everything in his power to balance the fact that Alastor The Motherfucking Radio Demon enjoyed a good Western fantasy fuck, while also trying to hold out his stamina.

There were so many one liners and sexy statements he wanted to quote, but he also didn’t want to ruin the mood by having Al get oversaturated with the sexualizations. So, he enjoyed the breathy whines, pulled him close, and pressed his thumbs into the sides of his throat.

They came together with Alastor’s arms and legs wrapped around him like a constrictor, pulling him in close and Vox was more than happy to be squeezed tight. He stole a few kisses before rolling them both over to have Alastor tucked between him and the back of the couch.

“How much time we got left?” Vox asked softly, smoothing his hand from the Radio Demon’s shoulder down to his waist.

“What? Am I the only one capable of keeping track?”

Vox wanted to chastise him for being such a fucking brat when he realized Alastor didn’t have a number. He didn’t keep track of the time, and that felt like a nice little win.

Notes:

Next update will be 11/30/25. I’ve put off doing chores long enough cranking out chapters and Thanksgiving is upon us 🦃🇺🇸

Chapter 11: We're Trying To Reach You In Regards To Your Cable Plan

Notes:

There goes my lack of commitment. In my defense, the robots are doing most of the work, and this chapter is only 1650 words long. A shorty for my shorties 🤗🥰

A few days passed and Lucifer hopped up on a stool at Husk’s bar for his morning mimosa. He was, begrudgingly, becoming accustomed to seeing a new vase of flowers sitting on the counter every day, and as the pomegranate flavored champagne flute was slid to him, he read the little card.

My Dearest Bambino,
My love for you is in full bloom
♡ox ox

He crinkled his nose. Whoever this chick is needs a psych evaluation. He also didn’t want to admit how jealous he was to see Alastor, of all people, so thoroughly pursued by a woman. Especially since he didn’t seem to be interested.

“Something on your mind, Lou?” Husk asked, pouring a glass of water and sliding it to the opposite end of the bar. Just as he did, Angel Dust flopped into a seat with his head in his hands. He groaned pathetically and then spoke.

“Fuuuck… I’m so fuckin’ tired, Whiskers. Val’s got me on this new gig and I gots no fuckin’ clue why he cast me in the part.” He complained right before he picked up the glass and began guzzling its contents.

Husk raised an eyebrow. “Ain’t you, like, the hottest commodity in Hell? Why wouldn’t he cast you in a porn?”

Angel slammed the glass into the counter and closed his eyes, then used a hand to massage his brows with frustration. “That’s the thing; it is a porn… but it isn’t a porn. It’s some soap opera series with all this lovey dovey fuckin’ foreplay, but then no action in the end! And any time I try to spice things up, Val’s yellin’ at me!”

Husk hummed in acknowledgement, agreeing with how strange that was as he refilled Angel’s water and slid it back to him.

“Thanks, Husk.” He murmured softly, a little smile turning up the corners of his mouth.

“Anytime, Legs.” Husk replied in a sweet tone.

Lucifer glanced between the two, then at the flowers, and drank his entire mimosa in one go. It seemed love was in the air and had nothing to do with him.

“Another one, Lou?”

Lucifer glanced up and considered it, then nodded and watched Husk get to work.

“One for me too.” Angel spoke up, only getting halfway through his water before stopping. Just as he was served his own pomegranate mimosa, Alastor came strolling up to the bunch.

“Angel, my good fellow! You look a terrible mess this morning!” He announced, then wrapped his fingers around the other man’s jaw and forced him to look into his eyes. Angel flinched at the manhandling, Husk glared at the complete lack of boundaries from his boss, and Lucifer was just annoyed by his presence. Alastor stared straight into Angel’s eyes, searching for any kind of mind control waves, and eventually let him go.

“Well, I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do for you! I suggest a balanced diet and some proper sleep, that should be able to perk you right back up!” He declared, then plucked the card from the vase of flowers, shook it twice, and slipped it back into the holder. Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the message.

To Charlie, From Alastor

Just then, the phone behind the bar rang and Husk picked it up.

“Hello? Hazbin Hotel bar service.” He greeted gruffly. He listened for a moment, gave it an odd look, then handed the phone over to Alastor. “It’s for you.”

Alastor regarded the corded receiver hesitantly before reaching out and accepting it.

“Alastor, host of the hotel speaking! How may I help you?” He spoke with animation, his smile wide and inviting. Lucifer tried listening in, but he couldn’t hear the other voice and without a single warning, Alastor reached over the bar and slammed the receiver into its holder.

“Those pesky pornographic telemarketers… don’t they know this is a place for redemption??” He gave a riotous laugh as he strolled away from the bar.

The three glanced between each other and Husk shrugged. “Don’t look at me. It was just some woman asking for Alastor.”

Lucifer’s eyes flew open. “A woman?? Asking for him???” Could it be?! Was that freak’s girlfriend real???

Another ring came from the front desk and Vaggi answered it with a pleasant “Thank you for calling the Hazbin Hotel! How may I help you?” She then nodded. Then nodded again. Then placed her hand to the speaker and raised her voice.

“Alastor, it’s for you.”

The Radio Demon stopped in his tracks, then turned his head robotically until he was facing Vaggi with a much more demented smile.

“She says she’s from the cable company and is looking to cut us a deal. Says she’s free Friday night and wants to take you to Ozzie’s.”

Angel suddenly came to life, his arms flailing as he sucked in a deep inhale. “Ozzie’s?? The cable sales lady wants to take you to Ozzie’s??”

Lucifer shot an astounded look between Vaggi, Angel, and Alastor. “What?? What is that, what’s Ozzie’s??”

Angel gave the King of Hell a flabbergasted look. “You don’t know Ozzie’s?? It’s only the most primo restaurant for couples in all the seven rings!! I’ve been beggin’ Val to take me there for years!!”

Alastor twirled his staff and gave a thoughtful hum. “Let her know our very own Angel Dust is available and willing to represent the hotel!” With that, he turned and continued on his way. Vaggi relayed the message and had to raise her voice a little louder to catch him.

“She says she’s only willing to speak with you on the matter!”

Alastor stopped midstride and suddenly all the lights in the lobby flickered. The three at the bar exchanged curious looks and watched as Alastor spun back around and marched up to the front desk. His expression was neutral, his posture was relaxed, and when he accepted the phone from Vaggi, he spoke pleasantly. At least, until the end of his statement.

“We are perfectly happy with our cable plan and ask that you n̶̝̎e̴͝v̴ḙ̴́r̸͕͊ c̵͓̏a̶̾l̴͋l̴̮͋ t̸͠h̶͗ḯ̵s̸̤̉ n̶͓̾u̷͝m̴̃b̸̓e̴̓r A̸̠̐̒̀Ģ̸͈̠̂͑͝Á̸̛͎Ị̸̃̃Ń̷̬!!”

Alastor then hung up the phone and once more tried to leave. Vaggi folded her arms.

“We could actually use a break on our cable bill, Alastor. You should speak with her and see what she has to offer.”

Alastor laughed over his shoulder. “No need, dear. I know exactly what she has to offer.”

Just then, Charlie came running into the room with her cell phone in her hand.

“Oh, Alastor! There you are!” She ran right up to him. “There’s a lady on the phone for you! Says she really needs to speak with you about her cable services!”

The three at the bar were practically on the edges of their seats as they watched Alastor staring at the cell phone like he was trying to make it explode telepathically. He reluctantly accepted with a few choice words under his breath and spoke.

“What is it that you want?!” He demanded in a hushed tone, his smile bitter and his eyes angered.

The voice on the phone started out effeminate, but slowly morphed into Vox the Media Demon. “Is that really how you speak to your vendors? How unprofessional, Al.” He laughed and Alastor glared even harder.

“Just get to the point.” He spoke without his modulator and Charlie gave him a look of concern.

“You, me, Ozzie’s this Friday. I’ll pick you up and we’ll finally go on that date I promised you!”

Alastor rolled his eyes and pointed a sneer at one of the security cameras he knew Vox was tapping into. “You will do no such thing, I can meet you there.”

“No chance in Hell!” Vox declared exuberantly. “Don’t worry, I won’t say anything to your little hotel cronies. And if you say yes, I’ll stop calling and bugging you about it.”

Alastor squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, growling something contemptuous under his breath until he eventually gave in. “Fine.”

As Vox was celebrating on the other end, Alastor hung up and handed the phone back to Charlie with his usual smile.

“Alastor? Is everything alright?” She asked, wondering what the reasons for his scary expressions were. When the Radio Demon spoke, he was back to using a zesty tone.

“Of course, Charlie! Everything is just dandy! Those blithering buffoons have been badgering me for quite some time about their… cable services.” Alastor shivered at the euphemism. “Now, what's to say we make our rounds of the hotel to ensure everything is in tip top shape?!”

Alastor wrapped an arm around Charlie’s shoulder and began leading her away. Lucifer watched the little show with reserved skepticism, wondering why the first woman was selling pornography over the phone while the second was selling cable. Not that he paid much attention, but he didn’t think there’d ever been a phone call for Alastor even once, especially not back to back like that. The barkeep, Charlie, and her girlfriend all said it was a woman on the phone, and how did she get Charlie’s cell number to begin with??

Something wasn’t adding up.

“Barkeep!” Lucifer spoke up, turning to Husk. The man grunted in acknowledgement as he was washing Angel’s water glass. “You seem to know the most about him, what’s his deal? Does he really have a girlfriend?”

Husk scoffed a little laugh. “Know him? Can’t say anyone in Hell knows much about the guy to begin with. Even if I did, it’s not my business to tell. But there is somethin’ weird going on; weird even for him.”

Lucifer took a sip of his mimosa and pondered the information scrupulously.

Notes:

Next update will be 11/30/25. I’ve put off doing chores long enough cranking out chapters and Thanksgiving is upon us 🦃

Chapter 12: Date Night

Notes:

Content warning change!!! I thought I could get away without Graphic Depictions of Violence but whoopsie daisy 👀

By the time Friday rolled around, everyone had a bet placed on who was going to show up for Alastor. Even a large portion of the hotel guests. Of course, hardly anyone was brave enough to outright stand in the middle of the lobby, so most sinners were crowding around the rails of the second floor landing. There were so many guests huddled together trying to sneak a peek without being noticed that it was like a wall of faces. Vaggi groaned, wondering if this would be considered a fire trap, and turned to Charlie.

“If Alastor sees all these people, gets mad, and goes on a blood rage, can we finally fire him?” She asked in all seriousness.

Charlie laughed and was about to refute that statement until she really considered it and realized Vaggi had a point. She awkwardly climbed over the front desk where they were standing and ran to the center of the lobby in an attempt to make an announcement to evacuate the premises, only to bump into someone.

“Omigosh, I am so sorry!!” She squeaked, backing up to meet this person face to face in order to apologize properly and was immediately rendered speechless when she recognized who it was. Vaggi was at her side in an instant, brandishing her angel weapon and pointing it at the Media Demon’s throat.

“Ladies… So good to see you two again.” Vox greeted with a fiendish smile. Vaggi snarled at him.

“Pinche cabrón, what the fuck are you doing here?!” She demanded, pushing Charlie to stand behind her. Vox’s smile widened even further until a few noises of dissension came from Husk’s bar.

Cherri let out a boo. “Go back to your fuckin’ hovel, you fuckin’ prick!!”

Nifty laughed sadistically. “What’s the bad boy doing here?!”

Baxter adjusted his glasses. “And just as we’re about to learn the outcome of this bet… We don’t have time for this, Vox!”

Vox quirked an eyebrow at that statement, then turned to fully face the bar. Standing in front of it was a large board with names, descriptions, and betting wagers on “Who Is Showing Up For Alastor’s Friday Night Plans”. He pinched his chin with his first finger and thumb in contemplation as he read:

□Alastor’s girlfriend
_○Hot
_○Not
_○Let’s not objectify her!! So long as Al is happy, we should be supportive!!
□Someone from the cable sales team. This is just a business meeting you horny cabrónes
□Charlie’s mom, Lilith
□Adam, back from the dead
□Alastor’s tri-gendered aero/ace goth furry partner
□Zestial
□Charlie’s dad, Lucifer
□Charlie
□Sir Pentious, visiting from Heaven
□A horny pack of cannibals
□Frank the EggBoy
□Husk, because he’s a good kitty
□No one, Alastor made the whole thing up because he’s sad and alone
□No one, Alastor is going to be stood up

No where did it say Vox. The Media Demon stroked his chin thoughtfully and turned back to the two girls, a sinister smile carving across his visage. “Who’s showing up for Alastor’s Friday night plans?” He asked with an amused laugh before his expression darkened and he spoke with his ominous TV voice. “I am.”

Everyone went fucking crazy. People were shouting, asking who won the bet then?? Most of the crowd began walking back to their rooms, grumbling about losing their money and the only one who didn’t seem to be in a tiff was Angel Dust. The porn star was hiding out behind the bar with Husk, doing his best not to be seen by Vox, and Husk couldn’t blame him. He had a feeling Angel knew what was going on the entire time, which is why he didn’t participate in the bet.

While the noise of the crowd was beginning to die down, Charlie stepped out from behind her girlfriend.

“You?!” She demanded, glaring as best she could through her turbulent emotions. “What business could you possibly have with Alastor?! He was your prisoner, you humiliated him and kept him tied to a chair the entire time he was your captive!!”

Vox rolled his eyes, wishing he could assure her that the Radio Demon most certainly was not tied to the chair all of the time. He was honestly a little disappointed with himself they never got to fuck in that chair.

“Oh, Princess!” He said with a chuckle. “There’s no need to get so uppity! In my absence I realized the errors of my ways and am now trying to regain some of what I lost.” He sniffled pathetically and pretended to wipe a tear from his eye. “Starting with digital media subscription plans! Your buddy Al and I are going to be spending the entire evening going over cable and internet bundles!”

Vaggi lowered her weapon a touch. “Alastor? Is going to talk about digital media plans? Since when does he care about that kind of stuff?”

Vox shrugged. “Who’s to say what goes on in that fucked up little mind of his?”

Just then, Alastor apparated in the middle of the lobby wearing the most constipated smile Vox had ever seen on the man’s face before.

“Speak of the devil!” Vox declared, walking up to throw an arm around Alastor’s shoulders. “Come on, Al! Let’s get a move-!”

Vox choked and sputtered as Alastor summoned his staff and collided the base of it directly into his foot with all of his strength. The Media Demon hopped away, cursing and snarling as he grabbed hold of his ankle.

“My good man! Always a treasure to be seeing you!” Alastor exclaimed, his features positively dripping with sarcasm. Charlie stared at the spectacle, wondering what she could possibly do in a situation like this. On one hand, Alastor’s staff was fixed and there was no doubt he could hold his own against this creep. Then again, he could be walking into some kind of trap at the restaurant and get seriously hurt from it.

Or worse.

Of course, Vox was insisting he’d changed and was trying to turn over a new leaf, and she truly believed everyone could be redeemed. Her dilemma must’ve been written all over her face because Alastor walked right up to her and set a hand on her shoulder.

“No need to worry, my dear. I assure you Vox only intends to speak with me about his frivolous television plans and whatnot. He’s grown quite pathetic after destroying his company’s reputation. In fact, I even heard he cries himself to sleep!”

Vox was barely able to put pressure on his foot and glared at the other overlord. “Hey!!”

Charlie gave Alastor a soulful gaze, her eyes sparkling with uncertainty and Alastor’s smile softened. “Would it give you peace of mind to know we had a chaperone with us?”

Charlie’s expression immediately radiated with gratification. “Oh, yes!! Alastor; that’s a great idea!!”

Vox gaped, finally able to stand on his foot and pointed an icy glower between the Radio Demon and the princess. “Uhh!! No?!! No, we will not have a chaperone!!”

Charlie turned to Lucifer. “Dad!! Will you please go with them??”

Lucifer was busy watching the show from the bar counter and nearly choked on his long island iced tea. He sputtered and stumbled over his words, trying to find the best way to say ‘no fucking chance’ to his little princess when Alastor interrupted with a laugh.

“There’s no need for that! Besides, he’s useless against sinners!”

Lucifer pointed a grumpy frown at the man and conceded his loss, sipping from his drink once again.

“No no, my dear. I shall have Husk accompany us! Husker, my good man! What do you say??”

Husk gave his boss an incredulous look and suddenly noticed everyone was staring at him.

“Why’s it always gotta be me?? Take Niff for once!”

Nifty giggled sinisterly and muttered something in a creepy voice about bad boys. Husk silently admitted his faux pas and snarled irritably. “Fine! But there better be booze!!”

Vox glared menacingly at the anthropomorphic cat-man before fixing his ire on Alastor once again. “One fuckin’ problem, dipshit! Ozzie’s only takes reservations for two! And getting on the list takes months!!”

Alastor chortled with amusement, then slowly made his way over to Vox with a cunning look in his eye. “Are you telling me you’ve lost all credibility to your name? So much so that you can’t even walk into a simple restaurant and demand an extra table?” Alastor stopped a breath away from Vox, then tactfully reached out to tuck his first finger into the V of his vest, using it to gently tug him forward. Vox swallowed hard. “Oh, it certainly is sad how far the mighty fall.”

Vox glared hard, his shoulders shaking and his fists tightening from his rage. “Fine!!” He relented, earning a cheeky smirk from Alastor. “But even I can’t bend their one rule, so pick someone else too!”

Charlie did a little happy dance, Vaggi patted her on the shoulder, Husk began pregaming with vodka, and Alastor pointed at Angel Dust.

“Angel, my good man!! Why don’t you tag along with us??”

Now everyone’s eyes were on Angel. He looked around, then pointed to himself with confusion as if he was asking whether or not he was picked, only to wave his arms emphatically.

“No… No way! Not possible!! I, uh, I have work tonight! Val will never let me out-!”

Vox rolled his eyes. “Let me deal with Val. Get a move-on, we’re gonna be fuckin’ late.”

With that, Alastor suddenly appeared on the server side of Husk’s bar, then linked his arms with Husk’s and Angel’s before tugging them towards the exit.

“My gosh!! What a splendid night we’re going to have!!”

Vox simmered with rage while his date skipped through the door without him. He begrudgingly followed the three as they went down the steps to the stretch limousine parked out front.

Angel’s eyes lit up. “No way!! This is so nice!”

Even Husk looked a bit impressed, right up until Vox was stepping through and wrapping an arm around Alastor’s shoulders, dragging him to his side.

“Let me get some things straight with you two chuckle-fucks.” Vox began in a low and menacing tone, pointing a finger between the two sinners. “You won’t be sitting at our table. You won’t even be sitting near our table! And yuppies like you two ride in the front of the limo, not the back!!”

Husk and Angel blinked, perplexed. Husk more so than Angel.

“You two are going to sit down, shut up, and not do a single fuckin’ thing!!”

Alastor interrupted the intimidation speech with a frivolous giggle. “Oh Vox… these two have an incredibly important job tonight.” He informed the man, using two fingers to walk up his sternum until he was pinching the corner of his screen and wiggling it back and forth condescendingly. “They’re to make sure that I come home tonight without any funny business.”

Alastor smiled sweetly, Vox scowled contemptuously, and the other two flicked nervous glances at each other.

Vox then snapped at the two. “Get in the fuckin’ front!!”

They complied immediately, rushing to where the driver was opening a door for them. There was bench seating right behind him, so they didn’t have to crowd into the passenger seat, but when they glanced behind themselves at how fun the back looked, they both gave pouty frowns.

Vox opened the door for Alastor, his expression a little less pissed off, and offered a hand to help him in. Alastor accepted, climbed inside, and scooted over for Vox.

Husk had brought the vodka with him and handed it to Angel who graciously accepted. He took a swig, Husk took a swig, and Angel stealthily pulled out his phone to point the selfie side of his camera so it could barely glimpse over the top of the low backrest. He and Husk then covertly watched as Vox draped an arm around Alastor’s shoulders, held him tight to his chest, and used his other hand to tip his chin to steal a kiss. They pecked and mirrored each other’s movements while Vox snuck his tongue into the mix and both sinners sitting in the front row couldn’t help blushing.

Husk swallowed hard and whispered. “How long have those two been fucking?”

Angel quietly hummed ‘I dunno’ as Vox was petting a thumb along Alastor’s cheek, still kissing him passionately. “You ever seen your boss fuck anyone?” Angel quietly asked. Husk discretely shook his head no.

“Didn’t even think he had a dick.”

Just then, the privacy screen started going up, cutting off the overlords from the regular sinners and Angel stuck out his lower lip in a pout. He stashed his phone and accepted the vodka bottle when Husk offered it.

Alastor placed a hand against Vox’s chest and guided him away, then dusted off his coat. “I don’t need to arrive looking like I’ve gone through a hurricane.” He muttered in a prickly tone.

“Relax, you look great.” Vox replied, leaning in for another kiss only to have a tentacle appear in front of his face. He frowned tartly and shoved the thing away. “What the fuck is your problem?? I’m just trying to have a nice night and you’re being so fucking moody!”

Alastor crossed his legs at the knee and folded his arms. “This little outing was meant to be your attempt to humor my tastes. If you’re going to insist on being a feral mutt, then perhaps we should end the night here.”

Vox fumed helplessly until Alastor used his tentacle to pour himself a glass of whiskey from the minibar inside the limo. Just as he was about to take a sip, Vox stole it and threw the entire thing back. The Radio Demon gave him a pensive look.

“It’s rude not to offer.” Vox pointed out, handing him the glass. Alastor accepted, poured another, then followed the Media Demon’s lead by tossing it back.

By the time they arrived in the Lust Ring, they were both three shots of whiskey in and Vox resumed putting his hands wherever he pleased. Alastor was trying to remind himself about character and dignity, but the alcohol was making things fuzzy and Vox tasted good. Like, really good. So good it made Alastor suddenly slam a palm in his face from where he was crouching over the Radio Demon between his legs on the floor of the limo.

“What the fuck is- is it breath mints??” Alastor touched a finger to his lips, noticing they were a bit tingly.

Vox chuckled and reached into his pocket, pulling out a little tube. “Chapstick. One from Velvette’s Love Potion line.”

Alastor gave him a dumbfounded look of indignation before shoving him away and muttering something about insufferable, licentious bastards. He hurriedly began redoing his buttons, cursing when the vehicle stopped and the doors began to open and shut.

“Relax a little!” Vox tried again, reaching out to help him straighten his hair. “I didn’t even think this stuff would do anything to you, Velvette just gave it to me for good luck! I swear it’s all a marketing ploy.”

Alastor pointed a dirty look at him and reached out to rebutton the other sinner’s coat before the door beside the Radio Demon was opened by their driver. Alastor quickly climbed out and did what he could to sort the rest of himself out, followed lazily by Vox. Husk and Angel were already waiting for them, and when Vox tried to take his hand to lace their fingers together, Alastor flinched away.

When they got to the host, Vox pleaded his case and was easily given a second table somewhere on the main level with an undesirable view of the stage. Alastor piped up as well, ensuring the check for Angel and Husk was billed to the Media Demon and also reminded them to pick the most expensive things from the menu.

When Angel and Husk got their food, it was extravagant. Their drinks were delicious, the venue was gorgeous, the entertainment was phenomenal, and the company was perfect.

~0~

When the overlords got to their table, it was a half-round booth on a private balcony with an excellent view of the stage. Vox splurged and ordered a fruity cocktail, Alastor insisted on staying with water, and Vox ordered a double shot of whiskey on his behalf regardless.

“What? There’s a free round of drinks included for couples bound by a lust deal.” Vox pointed out defensively when Alastor directed a scathing sneer at him.

“Hah! Of course; whatever excuse it takes to justify your actions.”

Vox lowered his menu with exasperation creased into his frown lines. He took a moment to pause and reflect inwardly, deciding to be more considerate towards Al’s point about this date intending to revolve around his idea of a good time rather than Vox’s. The Radio Demon was always one great big enigma, and after surrounding himself with those who were more like-minded, Vox wondered if he was having a harder time staying open to new experiences.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ve been excited about this night all week and I’m just trying to have a nice evening.” Vox reached along the fairly short distance across the table to set his hand on Alastor’s forearm, but once again the other sinner shied away. He scoffed at the reaction. “Seriously, what’s bugging you??”

Now Alastor flipped his menu down. His expression was a deadpan smirk until it spontaneously inflated into exaggerated curiosity while he tapped his chin. “Hmm, what indeed? Could it be, ooo… just maybe, the fact that you burst into the hotel without my permission and proceeded to make a complete and utter fool of yourself? Or, perhaps, your continued disregard of boundaries? Or, to spice things up, you decided it was appropriate to partake in aphrodisiatic cosmetics without my consent?? You decide!”

Vox slumped into his seat, unable to deny all of those accusations except for one. “It’s not an aphrodisiac! Velvette can explain it better, but it does something to heighten feelings in the brain… but not like that!”

Alastor rolled his eyes and held up the menu so he wouldn’t have to continue looking at Vox.

“Besides! Those clueless fucking idiots seem to think you have a girlfriend, or you’re more likely to get lucky with Lilith, than spend a night with me!”

Alastor didn’t reply and Vox folded his arms with a cranky pout.

Their drinks arrived, they ordered their food, and Alastor ignored his water in favor of sipping his whiskey. Vox wanted to make a little quip about the other insisting he was done drinking for the night, but decided against it. He steeled his resolve to take one more opportunity, darting his reach out and snagging Alastor’s hand with his before he was able to pull away. He held onto it tight, and soon the Radio Demon was relaxing and even reciprocating with a little squeeze in return. He wanted to press for more information and finally get to the bottom of all of this unnecessary tiptoeing, but Alastor seemed firmly set on keeping all of his brambly feelings a secret.

The silence was beginning to feel awkward as neither one was able to make eye contact and simply watched the musical performances going on below. Vox thinned his lips and flicked his eyes at Alastor a few times. The guy was so calm and collected… it made him feel like such a mess sitting here and stewing in his discomfort. He took a deep breath, decided to try again, and slid across the back of the half-round booth to be seated an elbow’s distance away from the other sinner.

Alastor didn’t mention it, didn’t even flinch or give him a little side eye… So Vox slid his arm behind the other man’s back, resting his hand on the waist of his red coat, and started drawing circles with his thumb.

“Any chance you know whether you have a mesh system or a router? For the hotel’s internet, I mean.”

Alastor blinked, perplexed, then turned to fix the Media Demon with a look of abject bewilderment. “What, in the seven rings and Heaven above, would lead you to believe I’d possess such knowledge?”

Vox shrugged with a saucy grin on his lips. “According to our cover story, we’re here to discuss cable and internet plans. Now, I could get you access to unlimited Hell channels, but if you want to tap into Heaven’s streaming services then I’ll have to take it up with the CEO of VoxTek and that guy can be a real piece of work.”

Alastor sputtered a laugh, leaning into Vox’s chest and the two scooched closer until their hips were touching. “I’ve met him before, he certainly seems the type to do whatever he pleases.”

Vox gave a little smile and leaned in for a quick kiss. He then rattled on about upload and download speeds, fiberoptics, sportschannels, and adding a business phone plan as well. They were brought another round of drinks, Alastor attempted to follow along with whatever he was saying, and soon enough they were digging into their meals. Vox ordered the pan-seared duck breast with orange sauce, and Alastor was essentially handed a thick slab of raw steak. Vox stared with whole-body discomfort as the Radio Demon delicately set a napkin on his lap, then used his fork and knife to elegantly cut a bite-sized piece.

“Y’know sometimes I wonder what it would’ve been like to meet you in the living world, and then you do shit like this.”

Alastor paused before he could take another bite. “Believe me, Vox. There’s no doubt in my mind I would have killed you and eaten your liver. When it comes to corpses, my body count is much higher than yours.”

The Media Demon couldn’t argue with that point and turned to his own meal. He decided he could overlook the other sinner’s choice in dinner, but something had been poking the front of his mind ceaselessly since he entered the Hazbin Hotel to pick up Alastor for their date.

“So…” Vox began stiffly, “couldn’t help noticing all your pals at the hotel think you have a girlfriend, and that she was the one meeting you tonight.”

Alastor dabbed his mouth with his napkin and chuckled. “Yes, it is quite amusing. Something about receiving hundreds of flowers and making assumptions about traditional courtship values led several to believe there was no alternative explanation.”

Vox stared at the remaining bites left on his plate, but was no longer hungry. He set down his fork and knife and cozied a little closer to the Radio Demon.

“There’s a pretty obvious way to fix that mistake.” He pointed out, closing a hand around the other sinner’s thigh and tightening his grip. Both of them had drunk their way through two cocktails a piece and were working on their thirds, so it was no wonder his brain felt like it was floating through fluffy clouds.

“You’d be wise to disregard whatever it is you’re thinking.” Alastor warned right before Vox pulled himself closer. His hand came up to tip the other’s chin for a kiss while the one on his thigh wandered a little higher. Alastor lost his grip on his utensils, letting them clatter to the ground as he gave a moment of resistance, then ultimately began kissing back. Vox instantly snapped him into his arms, digging his fingers into the Radio Demon’s coat and pulling him up onto his lap.

Alastor’s knee went into the table with a thud, knocking over the thin flower vase with a single rose in the center. One hand gripped the back of the booth seating while the other made a racket through their dishes trying to add stability. Vox eventually fell backward completely, taking Alastor with him as they kissed feverishly across the booth seat. The Media Demon had his hands wrapped over the other sinner’s hips, forcing him to be seated in his lap as he started grinding himself between Alastor’s legs like he was trying to pop a boner in the middle of the fucking restaurant.

Just then, a deep voice cleared their throat from outside their booth and Alastor had to pry his mouth away in order to see who it was. Husk and Angel were standing a few paces to the side with one sinner smiling flirtatiously while the other looked tremendously displeased.

“Fucking ignore them.” Vox muttered, tugging Alastor into another kiss by his lapels. The Radio Demon grunted, forgetting for a moment they had an audience until Husk’s voice brought him back to reality.

“Listen, I couldn’t care less what you two nutcases do on your own time, but the boss put me in charge of defense tonight. No funny business, and I take it Alastor’s too liquored up to be forcing the issue himself.”

Vox released his grip, letting Al sit up, and grumbling a few annoyances under his breath. Despite being forced to put an end to things, the Media Demon reached up to brush his fingertips along the other sinner’s cheek and felt his heart skip a beat when Al leaned slightly into the touch.

Husk rolled his eyes with aggravation. “Yeah, yeah. Love is in the air tonight… C’mon you fuckin’ drunk. Let’s get you home.” He motioned for Angel to help and they did what they could to coax Alastor over Vox until he was stumbling out of the booth. The table got knocked around a bit, rattling the dinnerware, and Alastor was giggling the entire time. Vox sat up and clasped a hand to his head, realizing he’d drank more than he meant to, and had to focus hard at the checks their server left on the table. He did some quick math in his head, pulled out his wallet, flipped through several high denomination bills, and tossed them in the middle. However, before he could also get up, Husk abrasively cleared his throat.

“You’re missin’ a few hundreds there.”

Vox grumbled as he flipped through a few more bills, tossing them amongst the others and climbing from the booth. Angel Dust had an arm wrapped around Al’s waist, holding him steady as he swayed now and again. Vox reached out as an offer to take over, only for Husk to step in between and point a dirty look at the overlord.

“I think you’ve done enough tonight, Vox. Why don’t you let us take it from here?” Husk insisted, draping Alastor’s arm over his shoulders while his crossed behind the other man’s back. Vox wasn’t happy about it, but conceded nonetheless since he wasn’t steady on his legs either.

When they got outside to the pickup area, they only waited a few minutes for their ride. Husk pushed his way into the rear door, throwing an obstinate look at the Media Demon as he guided Angel in first, then ducked in himself. He and Vox then helped Alastor into the car as he practically toppled into his subordinate, giggling the entire time.

“Geez…” Angel commented with a small laugh. “I didn’t think Smiles could get any smilier.”

When Vox piled in, he scrunched himself so hard into Alastor that Husk was forced from the back seat to instead join Angel on one of the side-facing benches. With no regard to the other passengers, Vox slipped an arm behind the Radio Demon, tugging him to angle in his direction, before crashing their lips together.

Husk squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering under his breath “Oh my God, he’s so fuckin’ drunk.”

Vox didn’t seem to care, and Alastor didn’t seem to be coherent. Just as Husk was threatening to douse the two overlords in ice water from the minibar, Angel’s phone began ringing and he panicked at the caller ID.

“Aww, shit! It’s Val!”

Before he could answer, Vox was holding out his hand so he could take it. Angel hesitantly complied, and when Vox accepted the call, Valentino was screaming so loud it was almost like he was on speaker. Vox let him yell for a bit, completely unbothered as he pecked a few more quick kisses on the Radio Demon’s lips.

“Val.” Vox tried interjecting when the guy would not stop droning on and on about Angel being late. “Val!”

That got him to shut up, but now his anger was redirected. “Voxxie?! What the FUCK are you doing with Angel Dust?? He’s supposed to be on fucking set tonight, not whoring himself out to whatever stupid fucking bullshit idea you’ve pulled out of your ass-!”

Val continued yelling and Vox continued making out with Alastor. They kissed slow and sensually, slipping a bit of tongue back and forth as the hand Vox had around his waist wandered up to begin groping the Radio Demon’s chest.

Husk was clasping a hand over his eyes now. “Christ almighty… I don’t get enough fuckin’ credit for all the shit I have to put up with.”

Vox finally broke the kiss, amused when there was a trail of spit between them and enjoying how blissed-out Alastor appeared to be.

“Val, listen to me.” He ordered, interrupting Valentino in a commanding tone. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was taking Angel, but something came up. He’s perfectly fine and he’ll be back to work again tomorrow for an early shoot.” He flicked his eyes at Angel and the pornstar nodded obediently, hugging his legs to his chest.

Valentino bitched a little bit longer about production costs and blah blah blah… Vox was barely listening as he smushed a few more kisses onto Alastor’s lips, popping open a couple center buttons on his shirt to slip his hand beneath the fabric.

“Tell you what, Val. I’ll up the budget on your Soap project. I’ve got a guy that might be able to get it streaming as far away as Heaven, and if that’s the case then we’ll be raking in the air time earnings.”

That seemed to pacify Valentino and Vox was glad because he really wished he had both hands free right now.

“How’d your date with your Bambino go? Is he letting you take him home?” Val asked, his tone much calmer and somewhat teasing.

Vox snorted a laugh. “No. It’s still going, but Little Miss Morningstar convinced him to let a couple of cockblockers tag along and one of them is taking his job way too fuckin’ seriously.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “Oh, fuck you!”

Vox removed his hand from Alastor’s shirt long enough to flip the other sinner off.

“My poor amorcito… It sounds like you’ll be needing some servicing tonight~”

Vox pulled away from another kiss to snicker fiendishly. “You have no fucking idea.”

At some point Husk was able to tone down the make-out session, and when they got to the hotel, Vox eventually relinquished his hold on the other overlord. At first, Angel and Husk were on either side of him, but once they got to the top of the steps, Alastor was pulling free. He chuckled in amusement to himself, stumbling through the front door while the other two hotel residents pointed uncertain looks at each other.

When he got inside, Alastor paused. He rolled his head from one side to the other, narrowing his eyes to try and see better through the drunken tunnel vision. Something caught his interest and he wandered over, finding Husk’s bar and a vase of flowers sitting on top of it. He grinned sweetly at the sight, looking for the card and seeing that it already said To Charlie, From Alastor.

Husk suddenly appeared behind the bar and Alastor had to wrench himself back to the present when he realized the other man was trying to speak to him.

“I said, how about some water before we all turn in?”

Alastor blinked, then glanced up to see Angel Dust was also sitting at the bar.

“Well, I suppose that’s a well thought out plan.” He remarked, reaching out to pet a few of the petals. They were still crisp like they were freshly cut from the garden, but also soft and delicate.

Angel couldn’t help smiling at the face the other sinner was making. “Did you have a good night tonight, Al?” He asked, propping his head on his fist as he leaned his elbow on the counter.

“Why, yes. As a matter of fact I did.” Alastor replied, using a finger to gently spin the vase. Angel’s smile widened.

“Well, that’s good! I’m glad to hear. By the end of that limo ride I wasn’t too sure we was gonna be able to pry the two of you apart!” He thanked Husk when he was handed a glass of water and drank half of it in one go. When he looked up, Husk had done the same, but Alastor hadn’t touched his. “Why don’t you drink some water and we’ll getchu to bed?”

Alastor didn’t respond. He plucked a single red rose from the vase and twirled it between his fingers. Angel and Husk shared a quick look, wondering if the Radio Demon was too smitten to be paying attention until Alastor suddenly closed his fingers around the blossom, crushing it in his grasp. He crumpled the petals between his fingers until finally letting it fall to the floor.

“Umm, Smiles?” Angel asked hesitantly. “Al?”

Alastor wasn’t paying attention. He placed his hand around the vase, then thrust it from the counter and watched as it shattered across the floor. Water spilled in every direction while fragments of glass splintered nearly as far. Angel recoiled at the sound, but wasn’t able to ask why he did that when one look at Alastor’s harrowing features was enough to keep his mouth shut. Even Husk couldn’t speak as the Radio Demon glared with such malevolent intensity through his heinous smile. Without a word, he departed from the bar, taking care not to step through the flowers as he walked in the direction of his room.

~0~

When Alastor arrived, he quietly shut the door behind himself and walked over to his dressing table. He stood in front of the mirror and braced his hands on the top, staring into his own wide and perturbed eyes. His shoulders were shaking, his fists tightened ineffectually, and tears wouldn’t stop cascading over his cheeks. How long had it been since he reaped these feelings and buried them deep within his heart?

All his life he struggled to form amicable human connections. Not a single person resonated on the same frequency as he; no one shared his interests, and no one shared his ambitions. His mother tried, Mimsy got close, but nothing seemed to bridge the cavernous holes of companionship growing wider and deeper the more fervently he tried to fill them.

It was never right. He was always the freak. Taunted, teased, left to be miserable and alone. Those who tried to bring him into their world didn’t understand or accept his. It was always too much; too intense, too creepy, too sinister. When he stopped trying to entertain the egos of others, it was as if a weight was lifted from his shoulders

He wasn’t meant for the world of the living, he was meant for a world beyond. One where he could control his own destiny and use his talents to demand the respect of others. The more he researched Hell, and the harder he tried to contact those from a realm beyond the scope of man, the more tenacious he became. The human world was too complicated with its bureaucracy and government. You needed to amass a following of subjects, hide all of your deceit and deception, pander to the commoners, and pretend like you gave a damn about their struggles. But in Hell, you had the potential to rise through the ranks without all that overly complicated system of trickery, and he’d found a ticket straight to the top.

Or so he thought.

Rosie was indeed helpful, especially in the beginning. It didn’t take him long to become an overlord and snatch up a bunch of territory, establishing himself as someone without contest.

That is, until Vincent Wittman fell into Hell.

In the beginning, he was a silly little man with silly little ambitions. Much like Alastor, he desired power, but he never bothered to consider where he'd find it in the next life. While Alastor spent the majority of his time alive planning for his death, Vincent arrived entirely unprepared.

Unfortunately, the problem with gaining so much power meant it was much easier to acquire enemies. New souls would see the toughest guy in the yard and figured all they had to do was take him out to be the next in charge. It painted a target on his back, but with his strength, it was always easy to watch his own back.

Others weren’t so fortunate.

Alastor had no problem collecting souls for his own personal gain, but a few managed to pique his interest to the point where they were cast in more important roles. Nifty and Husk were the most prominent, the rest were either tucked away for later or completely stricken from the afterlife.

Where did life after the afterlife lead? Even Alastor couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard he looked.

He learned early on that if you desired power, there were no friends in Hell. Rosie had her own agenda, and just because she had his soul didn’t mean she was through finding ways to control him.

His smile told the world all was well, and he was in complete control. It also hid a plethora of other aspects. Weakness was easily exploited amongst the overlords, and no amount of pain or suffering was out of the question. After all, this was Hell; suffering was the name of the game. The higher you aimed, the harder you fell. The more you took, the more you could have stolen. In the living world, Alastor couldn’t seem to get a single person to humor his odd disposition, and yet little TV-headed Vincent couldn’t be driven away.

Alastor clutched a hand to his throat before tugging his bowtie loose as he tried to catch his breath. It was too hot and too stuffy. He couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t breathe…

The Radio Demon helped him pick the name Vox, and in the beginning they truly were inseparable. Rosie always assumed he’d taken in a stray, taken pity on some pathetic soul and kept him around like a good-natured pet.

Alastor scraped at his collar as he fumbled to undo the buttons one after another down to the center of his chest.

He couldn’t BREATHE…

Hell was an eternity until existence ceased. There were no clues as to what came next, and the thought was terrifying. A person had maybe a hundred years in the living world, but if they played their cards right, time was infinite in Hell.

Was it possible to remain in control indefinitely? No one had before, and even Zestial wasn’t terribly ancient compared to the start of the universe and the beginning of time.

Alastor pressed a hand to his throat, feeling his windpipe expand and contract as he desperately tried to fill his lungs and satiate his mind’s deepening chasm of dread.

All he wanted in life was to be understood, and all he got in death was someone willing to pursue him at any cost. Even at the expense of his own demise.

Vox had no idea the fire he was playing with or the monsters he could unleash. The things that waited in the dark for Alastor to make a tiny mistake. Just one simple slip-up, one little facet of control lost, and perhaps the Radio Demon could be unraveled like a crocheted scarf.

Alastor dug his nails into his throat, desperate to relieve the pressure and just allow his lungs to fill.

I can’t fucking breathe!

I can’t fucking breathe!!!

I CAN’T FUCKING BREATHE!!!!

Scraping, clawing, ripping, TEARING, SHREDDING!!

Warmth down his fingers, warmth down his chest. Air finally in his lungs. He gasped deeply, stumbling and falling to his knees as dizziness threatened to make him black out. Coughing, choking…

WHY CAN’T I JUST FUCKING BREATHE?!?!!!

Seven lines were torn through his throat and down his chest, one from each finger save his left pinky that was still recovering from the voodoo spell he sacrificed it for. His windpipe was ripped open, the flesh gasping and wheezing as his lungs slowly filled with blood. He held his hands to his neck, squeezing and begging for the bleeding to stop, but in order to harm himself so definitively, he’d needed to do so with the aid of his own magic.

The tunnel vision of his drunkenness was slowly beginning to overtake his sight, and in his final moments he understood he was lying across the floor and bleeding to death. His own rasping was the last thing he heard before being unwillingly dragged into unconsciousness.

All of this power, all of this strength… And for what?

I’m still so fucking weak.

Notes:

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Chapter 13: He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

Alastor jolted awake, gasping as deeply as he could when it felt like a thick wad of phlegm was caught in his throat. He coughed and grunted, trying to dislodge it, until blood was splattering across the floor. He groaned irritably at the sight, almost like it was a simple inconvenience, before peeling himself from the dried blood on the floor with a throbbing headache and a stomach that was flip-flopping around his insides.

He couldn’t even whisper a swear under his breath as he touched a hand to his throat, remembering what occurred last night.

His date with Vox, the restaurant, one drink after another, Husk’s disapproving glower, the kissing… so much kissing. So many stupid fucking mistakes. He just had to mistakenly mention the disproportionate dealings of their arrangement and get Vox to roll the two marbles in his skull around until they finally clacked together and produced an idea.

A date?

With Vox???

How laughable!

Alastor pulled himself up using his dressing table, his knees wobbling as he wheezed the best he could through his swollen esophagus. When he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, it reminded him of when he first arrived in Hell and was still getting used to his powers. Dark circles, sunken eyes, pallid features, dry lips, a cold sweat, and blood smeared generously damn near everywhere. He did his best to stand unassisted and limped away to take a bath.

He could barely turn his head, and the rasping was starting to grate at his ears, as he dug through a few cabinets for some jars of healing herbs along with a large jug of epsom salt. He’d altered his bathroom to fit his tastes, much like the rest of his room, and spun the wheeled handles for the hot and cold valves to the clawfoot bathtub. When the temperature was almost unpleasantly hot, he started mixing in a little of this, a little of that, and a heaping pile of salt.

He certainly had a reputation of overindulging with alcohol which landed him in a bit of trouble in his early years. However, once the rabble of Hell understood they were still no match for him even while shit-faced drunk, things got a bit calmer. It’d been a while since he let himself get so far gone, other than nearly drinking a fifth of whiskey after being kidnapped at Vox’s rally.

Those guys were such a crack-up. The minute they caught a glimpse of the Radio Demon tied to a rolling chair with AV cables, they thought they’d won the lottery. Alastor couldn’t help but bolster their self esteem by going along with it, especially since he knew Vox wasn’t the type to waste his time on such frivolous endeavors. His only regret was he didn’t get a chance to watch when the other overlord ripped them all to pieces.

While the bathtub was still filling, Alastor sank down to his knees and rested his forehead on the rim. His stomach was warning him of impending vomit, but there was no way that shit was coming up without carving a path of carnage. He managed to undress himself with his limited range of motion and climbed into the tub, sinking to the bottom to get the process over with. He summoned his staff and dunked it into the water as well to imbue it with some of his magic and hopefully counteract the damage he’d done.

The water was too hot, and the minerals were too caustic, but he laid there and endured as the pain was beginning to numb.

He was able to admit that he had some weaknesses. After all, he was a human sinner just like everyone else who wasn’t born in Hell. He had his own collection of irrational moments, but none of them ever truly caused him to make stupid mistakes. When Mimzy got herself in trouble with gangsters and loan sharks, of course Alastor was going to lend her a helping hand. He had no problem instigating a crest of blood through the landscape, even if she was solely responsible for her own actions. Nifty was another one he couldn’t bear to see in trouble, but those instances always evolved into other diabolical schemes that ultimately delivered to him everything he desired.

Vox, on the other hand, ran through his mind like a monkey in a banana factory. He pushed every stupid little button he could get his fucking hands on, and it drove Alastor nuts. The only remedy to the insanity was putting the man in his fucking place and keeping him back an arm’s distance. So many times he could’ve ended the idiot’s time in Hell, and so many times he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He wasn’t useful, he was a liability. He cursed himself for thinking he had the willpower to withstand the absolute bull-shittery by surrendering himself to the man, but he’d been out of options. He was supposed to use Vox like he was disposable and simply toss him away, and now look at him.

Alastor pulled himself forward to turn off the spigots, then carefully reclined back into the tub, completely submerged up to his nose. He relaxed there like a grumpy crocodile, simply soaking in the hot water.

He eventually reached up and touched a hand to his chest, feeling the torn gashes and pleased they seemed to be reducing in size. The heat of the bath wasn’t helping his nausea though, and soon enough he was emptying the contents of the stomach over the side of the tub.

Despite the feeling of tearing and ripping, purging was a relief. Alastor sank back down before calling forth one of his tentacles to dig through a cabinet for a jar of salve. Once it was passed to him, he sat up, unscrewed the lid, and smoothed generous globs into his wounds.

It was looking as if they’d leave scars in the end and Alastor grimaced at the thought, figuring at this point he’d either have to convince Vox to let him keep his shirt on, or never have sex with the man again.

Well… any excuse was a good excuse at this point. It was time to break things off with the horny mongrel and Alastor was just disappointed with himself that it took this long.

~0~

That morning, Velvette was bursting into Vox’s room and hollering louder than she should.

“Rise and shine, sleepin’ beauties!! Get the fuck up so you can spill some tea!!”

She then strutted back to the common area while Vox and Val moaned and groaned about being way too hung over for this. When Vox came home stumbling drunk, Valentino couldn’t help meeting him on his boozy level and the two spent the entire night fucking and sucking until they both passed out.

But still, Vel was right. It was time to spill some fucking tea!!

The two men managed to put themselves together enough to be able to collapse on the couch, beyond thankful when Velvette handed them their favorite coffees and a short stack of pancakes.

“Eat and talk.” Velvette ordered, sitting casually with her own pancakes and coffee. “I want to hear all the slutty details, spare no dirty secrets. Not about you two after you got home last night though, I already know way too fuckin’ much about that.”

Val called her a bitch under his breath as he picked the littlest bit of pancake with his fork and delicately ate it. This hangover was much more brutal than usual and he wasn’t sure why.

Vox started the story with going into the hotel and Velvette called him a bleedin’ nitwit for pulling a stunt like that, then laughed at him for not even being on Alastor’s list of eligible dates to bet on. He complained about Angel and Husk tagging along, but when he got to the part where he was making out with Alastor on the floor of the limo, Velvette had to stop him.

“Tingling?? His lips were tingling??” She asked incredulously before tipping her head back and howling with laughter.

“Yeah, I mean, I assume they were. He was shoving me away, asking if I was drugging him with breath mints while touching his lips as if he could feel something on them.” Vox replied defensively.

Velvette managed to reel in her laughter. “You fuckin’ fool! I told you it was good fuckin’ luck, didn’t I?!” She laughed again and Vox was starting to get annoyed.

“What the fuck is so funny?? That stuff is supposed to be a gimmick, some sort of publicity stunt to get people to buy it for the novelty. It’s not actually like chapstick can make a person suddenly fall head over heels for someone else.” Vox continued bitterly, taking a larger bite of his pancakes.

“You idiot!! I told you before I gave it to you!!” Velvette countered, absolutely stunned he didn’t seem to understand what was going on. “It doesn’t make a person fall in love, it heightens their sense of love! Your feelings for Alastor are already written all over your sleeves and down your arms, but his are apparently so buried that one little kiss was enough to make him have an allergic reaction!!”

She continued laughing, and even Valentino joined in on the hilarity, as Vox’s comprehension of the situation was slowly beginning to piece itself together.

“...Wait… So, you’re telling me…” Vox flicked his eyes back and forth between his two business partners. “Alastor? The fucking Radio Demon? Has feelings for me??”

Val threw his arms in the air. “Pinche idiota!! Yes!! We’ve been trying to tell you that for so fucking long now!!”

Vox was dumbstruck. His blush was so deep that his entire screen was practically sky-blue until he realized something.

“Fuck yes!!” He announced, pumping a fist into the air despite his raging headache. “All that fucking actually paid off?? Fuck! Yes!! I knew that fucker couldn’t resist getting dicked down forever, fuck yes!!!”

Velvette suddenly turned her enthusiasm off and shook her head. “M-mm, sorry love, that’s not how asexuality works.”

Vox halted in place, beyond confused at what she was trying to tell him. “It’s not?? But he… And then… What the fuck??”

Velvette snorted a laugh. “Just because he’s not interested in sex doesn’t mean he can’t or won’t have sex. What it means is; he likes you, you like fucking him, so he indulges your horny whims.”

Vox raised an eyebrow, still not entirely sure he understood what she was saying. Velvette smirked at his clueless expression and waggled her fork in his direction. “You could probably get away with doing just about anything to the guy and he’d simply write it off as your asinine attempts at showing affection, piloted by a brain that gets most of its ideas straight from your dick.”

Now Vox was giving her a sour frown, not entirely sure if she was making fun of him or not.

“Think about it!” She declared, her face lighting up. “You touch him all the time and he just lets you! Do you think anyone else could get away with something like that?? You harass him with gifts, badger him with phone calls, smother him with PDA on a date to the hottest couple’s restaurant in all seven rings…! Val and I pissed him off and he tried everything in his power to fuckin’ kill us!!”

Vox flicked his eyes back and forth, still a little confused. “So… He likes me? But he also… Doesn’t like me?”

Valentino grumbled a curse in Spanish. “He likes you, you fucking dork!”

Velvette set her plate down and picked up her coffee. “Sex to you is like having sex. Sex to him is like doing any other activity; he may not orgasm from going out to dinner with you, but it’s time you spend together and that’s what matters.”

Vox stared at his pancakes long and hard, starting to realize there were layers to this LGBT identification system that were unreasonably complicated. Then again, there was something positively captivating about the idea that Alastor wasn’t just simply interested in him, he was completely disinterested in everyone else in the entire world as well as all levels of the afterlife.

He felt a wobbly smile tugging on the corners of his lips, thinking what a relief that after all these years, he might actually have a second chance.

Chapter 14: Misdirection

Notes:

Second post today! If you're reading this past midnight, GO TO SLEEP!!!!

An entire week passed without a single word from the Radio Demon and Vox had thrown himself wholeheartedly, without invitation, into Valentino’s soap opera porn project. He was adding in commentation, calling out cuts, giving the talent advice, and Val was ready to yeet him head first out of the studio. The only thing holding him back from making such a bold and bitchy move was the fact that the entire show was based on Voxxie’s relationship with his Bambino. Now that they were also airing on prime time networks in Heaven, “My Darling Dear In Red” was on track to be the hottest new drama series across all ends of the afterlife. Of course, Heaven was only given the porn-free version, which is where Vox’s ideals came in because most people from the seven rings didn’t see the draw of such a vanilla TV show until they actually sat down to watch it, and found themselves not being able to look away.

Val had to excuse himself before he and Vox got into a screaming match once again, and when he stepped out he immediately called his other business partner.

“Vel, I need to cash in that favor. Get that fucking deer over here rápido before I fucking lose my shit all over this fucking studio!!!”

Velvette laughed from the other side of the phone call. “Way ahead of you, V. That pent-up jackass has been pissing me off too, but it won’t be long before his little bitch-boy is back for a playdate.”

Val smiled viciously and thanked her graciously before hanging up the phone.

~0~

One minute Alastor was taking a stroll out the front door to go to the market, the next he was standing at the entryway of the V Tower’s filming studio. He glanced around, a little disoriented, until he realized Valentino truly hadn’t kept his word and found the Film Demon sitting in his director’s chair with a martini in hand. Without hesitation, he summoned his staff and pointed it right for the other sinner’s head, then launched an attack meant to obliterate his skull.

Val noticed just in time and ducked out of the way, his chair tipping back as he went with it and scrambled to escape.

Vox was seated in a shorter chair, and was shorter as well, so the attack went right over his head, but he was still startled when it crashed into the far wall.

“What the fuck-!” Vox shouted, glancing up at who had the audacity only to find Alastor glaring venomously with a wicked smile. “Al! What are you-!” Vox quickly put two and two together and shot an angry look at his business partner. “Val!! Are you fucking serious?! You can’t just fucking bring him here whenever you think I…!!”

Alastor shot another blast, aiming once more at Valentino. The Film Demon hopped up and dodged, allowing the attack to destroy some of his make-up chairs as everyone in the room was screaming and running for their lives.

Angel Dust was on set in costume, wearing a red haired bob-style wig, a feminine red peacoat with ruffles at the bottom, and a heavy amount of make-up. “Alastor?!” He called out from where he was seated on a couch alongside his hunky co-star. “Al, stop! Don’t hurt him!!”

Alastor still had vengeance in his eyes as he leapt forward, aiming to smack the other sinner around with his staff while Valentino did what he could to dodge and avoid the weapon. Even blocking it would probably result in something nasty, and just as he was about to be struck in the leg, Vox ran up behind the Radio Demon to catch him in his arms.

“Al, stop!! He’s just being an idiot, don’t do this!!!”

He wrapped his arms around Alastor’s chest, holding him tight as the other sinner’s animosity slowly began ramping down. He breathed laboriously with hatred, but was gradually evening out until his shoulders were no longer rising and falling from his breaths.

Finally, Alastor spoke. “Where. Is. The rest of it?!”

Through it all, Valentino was smiling diabolically, his tongue hanging out of his mouth like this entire show was incredibly amusing.

“Ohh, Bambino… I don’t have any, remember? But you might want to try Velvette. I think she’s up on the executive floor~”

Alastor snarled, but nevertheless was on his way. He wrenched himself free from Vox’s arms, then marched towards the exit. He caught sight of a few red strands sitting on the frame above the door and used his staff to turn the entire spot into rubble and ash.

Vox followed along and suddenly realized he hadn’t showered in a day or two. His blue shirt was unbuttoned at the top, the sleeves were rolled up, and he looked incredibly casual compared to Alastor.

“Al, hey! We’ll get to the bottom of this, I swear! No more surprise visits, but, y’know… I have missed you…” He trailed off on the last part until Alastor spun around and used his staff to push the man into a wall.

“Enough with the patronization. I want to see all of that witch’s attempts to lure me into this place.” He leaned in closer, pressing his staff into Vox’s chest harder. “And I want out of our deal.”

Vox’s breath caught in his throat. He stared at the other sinner with disbelief, but nothing about Alastor’s disposition made him imagine for a second he might take that last part back. Vox swallowed hard, then slipped his fingers between himself and the staff in order to gently push it away.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say, Al.” He then stepped off from the wall and started leading them towards the elevators.

Alastor followed a few paces behind, unable to see Vox’s expression and doing what he could to suppress his own.

The elevator ride was silent, and when they got to the common area of the executive floor, three thin red braids were sitting on the coffee table.

Vox tucked his hands into his pants pockets. “There, looks like that’s all of them.”

Alastor scoffed, then summoned a few little shadow creatures and handed one of them a tuft of his hair. “Search everywhere, leave nothing unturned and find the rest.”

The little imps divided up the lock, then ran off and began rifling through every nook and cranny. Vox gave the other sinner an unhappy frown, but couldn’t blame him for wanting to be thorough.

The Media Demon let out a heavy breath, then used a hand to rub the back of his head as he tried to think of what to say. “Look, I’m sorry about them. They had no right, and I certainly wouldn’t ask them to.”

Alastor chuffed another laugh and shrugged his shoulders. “I suppose that doesn’t matter, does it?” He started walking towards the bedroom and Vox reached out a hand to grab his, stopping him with hardly any effort.

“Al, hear me out. It’s good to see you!” He searched for the right words, unsure what to say after having practiced in the bathroom mirror this entire week. Thank him? Chastise him? Let him know his secret wasn’t so secretive anymore? All of it seemed like the wrong approach to take, so he decided to just talk. “I can’t call you, I can’t come see you, no texting, IM’s, DM’s, emails, anything… I don’t need this deal, but I don’t want the end of it to be the end of us.”

Alastor’s expression didn’t change, not even a single flinch, and Vox felt his heart tighten in his chest. He reached out with his other hand to gently press against the other sinner’s jaw as he stepped in closer.

“You can’t tell me there isn’t anything here.” Vox murmured, leaning in for a kiss before he could be told some lie. Alastor tensed, but he didn’t shy away, and when Vox moved to deepen the kiss, the Radio Demon followed his rhythm. He reached behind the other sinner’s arms and directed them to drape over his shoulders before placing his hands on the other man’s waist and tracing circles with his thumbs.

Alastor didn’t deny any of it, even welcomed the advances as he relaxed into the embrace and went along with the kisses. Vox felt guilty for being the reason the Radio Demon was spirited away from whatever he was trying to do in order to serve as a booty call, and got to work undoing his bowtie and buttons starting at his collar. Just as he was about to pop the ones on his coat, Alastor jolted in his grasp and pulled away, immediately reaching for the collar of his shirt and trying to raise it over his neck.

“Al, what the Hell? What’s wrong? I thought you’d want to get out of-” Vox couldn’t finish his sentence as he reached out to see what was the matter and noticed lines that were almost shimmery down his throat.

Vox was speechless as he took hold of Alastor’s wrist and yanked so he was facing the Media Demon again. He smoothed two fingers over the narrow vertical scars, then tucked his shirt and coat down his arms to be given the full view.

He counted seven lines, jagged and uneven scraping down his throat, over his shoulders, and ending at the bottom of his pectorals. His eyes were wide with a lack of comprehension, and by the time he was able to form a word in his mouth, Alastor was chuckling low in his throat.

“Whaaat? What’s the matter, Vox? Don’t like what you see?”

Alastor stepped in closer, placing his hands on Vox’s waist as a devilish smile carved into his features.

“Or… perhaps? No…!” Alastor gave a vindictive chortle. “Did you honestly believe you could be the only one??”

Vox stepped back like he’d been decked in the cheek. He stared with pure incredulity, wondering if everything all along had been a complete and total lie.

“Are you serious?!” Alastor was laughing maniacally now, hugging himself around his abdomen. “You truly thought I’d fall for you after everything you’ve done?! A weak, pathetic man like you??!”

Before he could think, Vox lashed out by twisting his fingers into Alastor’s hair and snagging one of his deer ears as well. He tightened his grip with all his strength, feeling several strands popping free and earning a wince from the other sinner.

“Where the fuck is this coming from?!” Vox demanded, shaking him like a disobedient puppy. “Where the fuck do you find the nerve to kiss me like that, then spout this fuckin’ bullshit??”

Despite being at Vox’s mercy, Alastor laughed again. “Oh Vox, you said so yourself! It’s much more believable to everyone else that I have a girlfriend than to ever be caught spending an evening alone with you!”

Vox snarled with rage and Alastor couldn’t help reacting by wrapping his fingers around the other sinner’s wrist when he tightened his grip even further. Without a word, he began hauling the other overlord to his bedroom, his movements rough and unkind. He then tossed Alastor onto the mattress and didn’t even notice that the Radio Demon’s little imps had made a mess of his village sets. Overturned residents, decorations undone, and even a few broken pieces as they dutifully tried to find any more of their master’s hair.

The Media Demon was quick to undo his belt and slacks, dropping them only below his crotch before yanking Alastor towards him. Al wasn’t able to unfasten any of his buttons before he was being forced to his knees, staring straight at Vox’s cock as he was busy stroking himself to full mast.

“Suck it.” He ordered, trying to drag Alastor closer only for the other sinner to take hold of his thighs and stop himself. He glared up at Vox, all the amusement gone from his eyes. Vox couldn’t help returning the look with a calculated one of his own. “It’s what you wanted; just put it in your mouth and the deal is over.”

Alastor’s expression lost a few shades of color as he continued to stare at the heavy, slow strokes. Vox scoffed a laugh. “Whaat? Don’t like what you see??”

He pulled Alastor to his feet by his hair, receiving a painful grunt before he was shoved back onto the bed. In one swift movement, Vox ripped open all the buttons between Alastor’s coat and shirt, then tore the clothing from underneath him and tossed it aside. The little fastenings could be heard clattering around the room and the Radio Demon grimaced at the carelessness. Vox wasn’t done though, and tore apart the ones on his pants next, also jerking everything from his legs.

The Media Demon was still mostly clothed as he climbed between the other sinner’s knees and shoved two fingers from the hand that was jerking his dick into Al’s mouth.

“Better make it nice and sloppy. This is all you get.” He warned, digging his fingers around to get them messy and wet. When he removed his digits, a trail of saliva stretched a short way before disconnecting. Vox then shoved the first finger into the Radio Demon’s ass, receiving a sharp inhale as Alastor reached up to put his arms over the other sinner’s shoulders. Vox caught him before he could, and held both his wrists in one hand against the mattress over his head.

“Sluts don’t get the princess treatment.” Vox stated before shoving the next digit in and scissoring his fingers. Alastor squirmed and closed his eyes. “What’s her name?”

He blinked, caught off guard with that question and cringed when Vox added a third finger completely dry. “What’s her fucking name??”

Alastor chuckled, his voice modulator absent. “What makes you think I’d tell you?”

Vox glared venomously, then pulled out his fingers and spat in his palm. “You fuckin’ asked for it.”

Alastor couldn’t help tensing at the pain, squirming and writhing as Vox matched his movements to pummel his way completely inside. He squeezed his eyes shut, bit his lip until it bled, and still couldn’t stop himself from whimpering the entire time. When their hips were pressed together, they both let out heavy breaths, and Vox reached down to bite a hickey into the Radio Demon’s chest. He bit and sucked hard, earning another struggling fidget before releasing and whispering in his ear.

“My gift to the happy couple.”

Vox then set forth on a brutal pace, his hands gripping bruises into Alastor’s wrists and ass cheek.

“You’re too lazy of a fuck to land any bitch… is she pegging you from behind??”

He panted heavily, trying everything he could to hold out on his emotions as the Radio Demon was gasping hiccups and yelps with every thrust that was brutalizing his prostate. He gripped his fingers around Alastor’s wrists even tighter, grimacing at the intensity of their session until he finally let go and slipped his arm behind the other sinner’s back to thread his digits into his hair. Al immediately wrapped his arms over the Media Demon’s shoulders, tucking his face into the crook of the other sinner’s neck and Vox felt a well bubbling in his throat.

His grip behind the Radio Demon became firmer while his thrusting began slowing down, and when he finally peeled his other hand from where it was digging grooves into the sinner’s ass, he reached between them to find Alastor’s dick soft and already spent.

His breath hitched and his heart missed a beat in his chest. He immediately pulled out his cock, trying to remember what he was so angry about until he propped himself up and saw the scars once again. He used the fingers of his right hand to trace ghostly trails from the man’s neck to his nipple, wondering for a moment why there were only three instead of four.

He then decided he didn’t give a fuck what the reasoning was and shoved himself away from the other sinner, angrily undoing the buttons on his shirt and disappearing into the ensuite, slamming the door.

He took a shower, but even that didn’t get him off, and Vox eventually gave up. When he came out, he wasn’t surprised to find Al was gone. There wasn’t a single trace of him left; the buttons were all collected and the coffee table in the common area was empty. The entire floor was vacant, and Vox was left alone.

Notes:

If no update on Sunday, then expect one on Tuesday.

Chapter 15: My Darling Dear In Red

It’d been two weeks since the last time he saw Alastor, and Vox was not doing well. He hardly slept, he hardly ate, he played ‘Hey Soul Sister’ relentlessly on the ukulele, he threw away his entire model village, and he was chain-smoking nonstop.

Alastor, on the other hand, was doing exceptionally well. The hotel was running smoothly, events were bringing in more guests, it seemed as if Charlie had several sinners on the cusp of redemption, and he was biding his time before attempting to enact any of his future long term plans. The only vexing aspects had to do with his pesky scars that just couldn’t seem to heal. The ones down his chest were easy enough to cover up, but his pinky finger should have returned to its normal appearance by now. However, it was still gray while the nail was short and pink.

When he consulted his ancient texts having to do with various disciplines of dark magic, everything pointed to a disruption in his spiritual energy flow being the reason. Something was causing his soul to be restless, not allowing him to move beyond, and he couldn’t figure out what it could possibly be.

Alastor strolled through the hotel lobby with a fresh cup of coffee balanced in both hands. Today was promising to be an easy day and he was looking forward to some time to himself. Husk’s bar was buzzing with the morning brunch rush, Vaggi was talking with some guests at the front counter, and a few familiar faces were gathered around the monstrosity of a TV Vox donated to the hotel when Charlie invited him and Velvette over for a tour before he completely descending into megalomania. One hundred and fifty inches was indeed too large, but after Vox actually went through with upgrading their cable and internet plans for a fraction of what they were originally paying, it was one of the largest draws to the hotel.

It was honestly surprising the man kept his word. Alastor thought after their last encounter his fellow overlord might turn into some pathetic recluse or have another villain arc, but he was being uncharacteristically quiet. He still sent Alastor a bouquet of flowers a day with a sappy message written on the greeting card, and Alastor was still tucking them in his dressing table drawer.

Alastor remained uninterested in watching TV, but even he couldn’t ignore what was playing on the screen as a larger than normal crowd was gathered around. Angel Dust had been talking about this new soap opera project for quite some time now, and it seemed as if there was an episode airing.

And the character he played looked strikingly familiar. Alastor narrowed his eyes and tipped his head, then decided to investigate.

“Well hello, Miss Cherri Bomb! How are you fairing this fine morning??” Alastor remarked after making his way to one of the couches.

“Oh, Smiles. Not bad, and you?” She inquired half heartedly, not willing to take her eyes off the television.

“Never been better! Say, what is it that everyone is so captively watching??”

Cherri finally turned to give him a beaming smile. “Oh, this is Angie’s new show! It’s called ‘My Darling Dear In Red’. Pretty cheesy name, but it’s become sooo popular! I even hear they managed to air it in Heaven!”

Alastor’s head twitched to the side a bit as his pupils sharpened.

“All the way to Heaven, you say? My my, it must be quite the story; whatever could it be about?”

“Well, the story is pretty bland, but it’s the characters that really bring it to life! Angie plays this girl called Alastina and she’s in love with this bodybuilding CEO named Nox, but their love is forbidden by something from her past. We’re all dying to see what it is!”

Cherri turned back to the TV and didn’t seem to notice as the air surrounding Alastor was growing increasingly dreadful.

“Is that right? Well! I was under the impression that the ever-famous Angel Dust worked in porn. He must be quite the accomplished thespian if he’s also able to play a role such as this.”

Cherri nodded exuberantly and gave him another brilliant smile. “I know, right?! I keep tellin’ him that, but he’s so humble! Of course, there are still sex scenes, but his blushing virgin act is so unbelievably hot, these sickos can’t get enough!”

A resounding cheer came from the crowd and Alastor had heard enough. Before he could turn away though, the program cut to a commercial break. In the transition sequence, the title was shown with a silhouette of Alastina and Nox staring lovingly into each other’s eyes.

My Darling Dear In Red

Executive Producer: Valentino
Story Written in the Throes of Passion By: RadioStatic

Alastor turned on a dime and headed for the front door, only taking a slight deviation to set his 'Oh Deer' coffee cup on the bar counter on his way out.

When Alastor arrived at V Tower, he summoned his staff and twirled it theatrically before pointing the top of it at the front doors and blasting them open. Screams came from inside, and any kind of security was quickly subdued with the slap of a tentacle before the unfortunate sinners were dragged into the depths of their world. The Radio Demon snagged someone he recognized from the front desk running by, and with demented eyes and a harrowing smile, he asked a simple question; “Where is Valentino?? I wish to speak with him about a certain television show being broadcast!!”

She pointed him in the direction of the V’s filming studio where he seemed to be spending most of his time, and he figured that was just the perfect location. Alastor strolled through the building, knowing exactly where he wished to go, and everyone who had half a mind to stay alive kept their distance.

Word got around and by the time Alastor arrived at the filming studio, Vox was already in the room trying to dissolve the situation. He was back to wearing a Hawaiian shirt with cargo shorts and sandals, and he immediately ran up to the other overlord.

“Al, listen! We can explain-!”

Alastor pointed his staff at Vox in an effort to fling him aside, then paused.

“We?!”

What an interesting way to phrase it; We… Almost like Vox was also in cahoots. The Media Demon froze, searching for the right thing to say and looked like a gasping eel.

“We?? We… as in you AND your business partner??” Alastor probed curiously, pointing a lethal glare at Vox and jabbing the tip of his staff into the man’s throat. “I was under the impression he was the executive producer, and the story was written by someone named RadioStatic… Would you happen to know who that is??”

Vox blanched, his mouth forming a squiggle across his screen now that he was being forced to explain himself to his partner.

Well… He was more like an inconvenienced fuck buddy.

“Al… Hear me out! Just put the weapon down-”

Alastor burst into hysterics. “Weapon?!? You think THIS is a weapon??!” Alastor then pointed it at their very expensive studio camera, reducing it to flaming scrap. “Well!! I suppose you’re right, it IS a weapon!!!”

He blasted a few more charges around the room, blowing holes in the walls and ceiling until he finally saw Valentino ducking behind one of the make-up chairs.

“You!!! There you are!!!”

Valentino yelped and hopped away before he could also be vaporized, then ran to the safest place in the room: behind Vox.

“Pinche loco!!! VOX!!! Control your crazy bitch!!!” Val shouted, doing whatever he could to tuck himself completely out of range behind the much shorter man.

Alastor pointed his staff at the two, his features blood thirsty and hateful. “Move out of the way, Vox!!”

“Don’tchu fucking think about it!!!” Valentino yelled, forcing the Media Demon to take a few steps back so he was better protected.

Vox held up his hands and tried to summon a smile. “Come on, let’s all try to relax-!”

Alastor shot a blast from his staff, sending it right past Vox’s face and nearly hitting Valentino in the shoulder.

“AYE!! Fuck!!!”

The Radio Demon tightened his grip on his staff. “I’ll say this one more time, Vox. Get out of my way!”

The air around Alastor was beginning to swirl as green electricity spiked through the currents. Voodoo symbols materialized all around him, his irises were rimmed with green, a red X appeared between his brows, and his eyes glowed with ferocity. Vox was at a loss for how to mediate this situation, then figured if he hadn’t been blown to bits yet, he probably wasn’t going to be.

Vox slowly began walking forward, tugging himself away from Val’s grasp as he approached the Radio Demon until he could put a hand on the other sinner’s staff. He gingerly pushed it away, inadvertently also calming the storm as the green began to subside and all which remained was Alastor glaring into his eyes with a warped sneer.

“Al, please. Just let me explain!” He tried again, reaching out with both hands to rest them beneath Alastor’s jaw so he could look directly into his eyes. “It’s just a script, it doesn’t mean anything! I may have taken some liberties, but everyone loves it! Even the critics are singing high praises!”

Alastor’s eyes widened with disbelief as he took a hesitant step back. “Just a script?”

Oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuuuuck!!

Vox pressed his fingers tighter into the back of the other sinner’s jaw. “That’s not what I meant-!”

Alastor swatted his hands away and shoved him in the chest, scowling with such intensity Vox felt a shiver run down his spine.

“So it’s all just a script, is it??” Alastor twinkled his fingers with pizzazz and rolled his eyes. “All so Vox, the great Media Tycoon, could have another few moments in the spotlight, hmm?? That is just so on brand for you, isn’t it?! Always looking for the next bolster to your ego!”

Now Vox was retreating a step as Alastor crowded into his personal space.

“What else would make for good television, Vox?? Shall we link arms and skip down to the animal shelter to adopt a destitute puppy?! Maybe cook a meal for the orphans??” Raucous laughter as Alastor used both hands to shove him in the chest once more, leading them both to the bedroom scene at the center of all the film studio cameras.

Before Alastor could shove him again, Vox caught his hands and laced their fingers together. “Shut the fuck up, asshole! I was just about to say-!”

“About to say what?? That you misspoke and didn’t intend for your words to sound the way they did??” Alastor shoved him a few more steps closer to the bed on set. “Poor, pathetic, pitiable Vox!! Always so misunderstood!! Everyone in the world simply takes advantage of him and all he has to offer!” Alastor unclasped their hands, then rammed his shoulder into Vox’s chest until he was stumbling back with shock. Two tentacles then appeared from the bed, wrapping around his wrists and dragging him the rest of the way. He collapsed onto the mattress on his back, his arms pinned pointing to the top two corners, while two more tentacles fastened his legs so he was held down like a star.

Vox couldn’t help blushing at the position he was in, then stared with captivation as Alastor climbed one sensual step at a time on his hands and knees until he was seated on the Media Demon’s thighs.

“To be laid bare for all to watch… If only you had a smidge of dignity left to extort.”

Alastor nimbly undid the button to the other sinner’s shorts and tugged down the zipper, then reached unashamedly into the clothing to remove his rapidly hardening cock. Vox’s eyes took up practically his entire screen as he stared at the spectacle.

“What a deplorable expression. All the whores you could ever dream of at your disposal, and yet you still think you deserve what you can’t have.”

Alastor began stroking his cock until a tentacle appeared, offering to pump a dollop of lube into his palm. He accepted, then smeared it up and down the shaft so he could start working at a faster pace.

“You should feel embarrassed for yourself, Vox, yet here you are enjoying every moment like some pathetic stray animal longing for the affection of its master.”

Oh fuck!! Vox gave a sharp inhale at that line, squeezing his eyes shut and tipping his head back. Prestige be damned, this was way too fucking hot to turn down!

Alastor gave a short laugh, pumping harder and faster. “What a miserable sight you are! Has the lack of my touch really affected you so greatly? Shall I make every single one of your dreams come true by finally putting your phallus in my mouth?”

Vox wanted to tell him to stop being such a fucking prick, but then the mental image of Al’s mouth stretched around his cock was enough to make him spill all over himself. Alastor stroked him roughly through his release, causing him to squirm and fidget from the overstimulation until he realized woefully that the man was climbing off of him.

The Radio Demon left without a single glance over his shoulder and when Vox tried to lift his arms, he saw that his wrists were now being held in place by ropes attached to the bedframe.

“Val… A little, uh, assistance up here.” Vox called out, blushing deeper when Alastor’s words about decency replayed in his mind.

Valentino was perched once again on his director’s chair, having needed to shut his mouth when he, and every other person in the room, was left slack-jawed at the show. He cleared his throat and turned to one of the crewmembers at his side.

“Write that shit down.”

~0~

Vox had changed into a t-shirt from the film studio and when he exited the elevator to the executive suites, he walked into the common area to find Alastor sitting with his legs crossed at the knee on one of the couches. He had a hundred bones to pick with the other for doing what he did down in the film studio, but all of it fled his mind when he remembered he was the one who betrayed the other sinner’s trust. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly and walked in.

“Al, can we just talk?” He tried with a pleading tone. He stood beside the couch and Alastor flicked a side eye at him.

“We’ve nothing to discuss. Either you respect me and take down your television show, or you don’t. And we both know which option you will choose.”

Vox huffed a breath. “Look, I can’t just take it down, we’re already green-lit for the next two seasons! It’s raking in so much money, more than anything VoxTek has ever produced before!”

Alastor sprang to his feet and jabbed his pointer finger several times into the man’s sternum. “It’s an embarrassment!! You’ve let your selfishness completely pervert any of your pathetic, whimsical feelings you might’ve thought you possessed!!”

The Radio Demon then turned away, heading for the bedrooms.

Vox tightened his fists at his sides. “Don’t just fuckin’ walk away!! I haven’t seen you in two weeks, and all you’re going to do is bitch at me?! What gives you the right to be so high and mighty??”

Alastor spun around and clicked his shoes together, giving a clipped bow. “My apologies, my good fellow!! How do you do?? How is the weather?? Where do you draw the line on your shameless audaciousness??”

Vox folded his arms and gave the other sinner a tart glower.

Alastor chuckled and gestured at the man. “See?? A useless endeavor! Now, I’d like to leave before I’m further convicted of spending time with you.”

The Radio Demon flipped back around and Vox scrunched his lips, furrowing his eyebrows. “No.”

Alastor stopped and the lights in the room flickered. He then chuckled low in his throat and turned to look over his shoulder with an evil glint to his eye. “What did you say?”

Vox wasn’t intimidated and instead marched up to the overlord, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him around so they could face each other. “I said no, Al!”

Alastor let a moment of silence pass between them before giving a flighty laugh. “That’s not the deal, is it?”

The Media Demon prickled at those words, his expression going through a colorful array of shifts until he landed on rage and dug his fingers into the other sinner’s lapels. “No, Al!! I can’t keep fucking doing this!!!” He began walking, dragging Alastor backwards until he bumped into a wall and Vox pressed some strength into holding him there. “I can’t keep getting jerked around like this!!! You can’t just show up and expect to continue as if nothing is happening between us!! IT’S DRIVING ME CRAZY!!!”

Alastor rolled his eyes at the dramatics. “Then do as I said and break the deal!”

Vox let go of his lapels long enough to slam the palms of his hands into the wall, then took his right hand and smashed the side of his fist right next to Alastor’s head.

“Don’t you fucking start that shit with me!!!” He shouted, tears cresting the corners of his eyes. “Don’t you spin this into some fucked up power play where only I can get us out of this deal!!!”

Alastor opened his mouth like he was going to say something until Vox reached down to take his hands in his, then moved them so Alastor had his fingers wrapped around the Media Demon’s throat.

“Just do what you have to fucking do, and get this shit over with!!! I can’t fucking live like this anymore!!”

Alastor flicked his gaze between Vox’s intense expression and his blackened fingertips curled around the other man’s neck. It would be so easy, wouldn’t it? To just squeeze and wring the life right out of him? Silence filled the space and slowly, so slowly, Alastor’s deer ears began to wilt.

“There’s so many fucking ways to end this deal!! But this seems to be the only one you’d be willing to stomach!”

Alastor felt abnormally meager being crowded against the wall with Vox’s hands pressed firm at either side of his head. He couldn’t meet his gaze any longer and just stared at where his hands were resting.

“You can’t fucking do it, can you?”

The Radio Demon flinched at those words, his smile pressing thin.

“It’s not that you can’t kill me… You can’t break the deal.”

Alastor’s breath hitched in his throat. He searched between Vox’s shoulders as if a better explanation was there, but all he could find was his own lack of conviction. He felt trapped, made to admit something he himself didn’t fully grasp, but ultimately came to the same conclusion. He wanted to say something smart and witty, to derail the conversation like he was so good at doing. Instead, his head gradually leaned forward until his bangs were covering his eyes. His fingers lost their grip, and bit by bit they trailed away from the other sinner’s neck until his palms grazed along the man’s chest.

Vox stared at the sight, then eventually sputtered a laugh. “You really can’t fucking do it, can you?”

Alastor didn’t respond and Vox lifted his hands until their fingers were threading together, then tenderly moved them so they were held against the wall beside Alastor’s head.

“Ask me nicely.” Vox whispered, then leaned forward to nip a kiss on his cheek. Alastor put some strength into his hands, but gave up long before he could start anything.

“Have your way with me so I can go home.”

Vox chuckled, savoring those feisty words for a moment before leaning in to capture a kiss. He moved leisurely and pleasantly, kissing without haste and enjoying as it was reciprocated. He stuttered a bit as he pulled away, pecking a few more quick kisses, then spoke a single word. “No.”

Vox shoved away from the wall, throwing a haughty smile at the other sinner before strolling away. Alastor watched him go, not sure what just happened as he also pulled himself from the wall. He laughed with amusement, watching as Vox was at the coffee maker, selecting a drink to dispense into a disposable cup.

“No??” Alastor asked, not entirely sure what the man’s excuse could be.

Vox shrugged his shoulders. “Nope! But I’ll be back tonight, so I guess I’ll see you then.”

With that, the Media Demon took his hot beverage and departed. Alastor watched him go, rendering him completely alone in the common area of the executive floor and incapable of leaving the building.

~0~

When Vox came back hours later carrying dinner, then didn’t fuck.

After they ate… no fucking.

They shared a dessert, and still no fucking.

Now they were both seated on the couch with Vox reclining against an arm rest, his feet resting on the cushions while Alastor was tucked between his legs. They were both wearing dark blue silk pajamas with teal pinstripes, and Vox was playing with Alastor’s hands while his back was pressed into the Media Demon’s chest.

“Seriously, why is one of them gray?” He mused, noticing it was a single crisp line that went around the base of it.

“I had Husk cut it off so I could use it in a voodoo ceremony. The darn thing just never grew back properly.”

Vox wasn’t sure which part of that he was supposed to critique first and in the end decided it was another one of those weird Alastor things he simply needed to accept. He moved on to start unbuttoning the Radio Demon’s pajama shirt and realized he’d forgotten about the scars on the man’s chest.

“Geez, your girlfriend get you again, or are these the same ones?”

Alastor fixed the man with a contemptuous glower through his bitter smile and Vox huffed a breath.

“Fine, whatever. Didn’t want to talk about her anyways.” He then reached through the opening to begin rubbing his hand up and down Alastor’s sternum.

“Are you ever going to fuck me, or is your plan to meet with Asmodeus in nightwear?” Alastor remarked testily as Vox continued to fondle his chest.

Vox tutted with disapproval. “Patience.” He urged, smoothing a hand up his neck and pushing a finger into the pressure point at the back of his jaw. “Drink your scotch and fucking relax.”

He gave the tumbler in his hand an irritable look, but took another sip regardless. “When are your other two miscreants due to come back?” He wondered aloud, not pleased to be in such an intimate position in the middle of the room like this.

“Val probably won’t be back until two or three in the morning, and Vel is away on business. So it’s just the two of us.” He explained before pressing a kiss into the side of the Radio Demon’s neck. Alastor gave an edgy hmmm and returned his attention to the TV they were supposed to be watching.

“This is the show that’s allegedly uniting both Heaven and Hell in blessèd harmony?” He questioned skeptically, more upset over the fact that Vox was making them watch chronological episodes of ‘My Darling Dear In Red’ back to back.

“I just wanted you to actually watch it and see that it’s tasteful! Seriously, the story is great and you don’t need to be so worried about it!” Vox defended, stealing Al’s glass to take a sip of scotch. Alastor let him and gave another unimpressed hmmmm…

When it was twenty-five minutes to midnight, Vox finally made his move. He was sitting up on the couch with Alastor in his lap. The two kissed languidly while one of Alastina and Nox’s sex scenes was going on in the background, and Vox was not able to hide how hard he was getting through his thin pants.

When he finally broke away, he spoke. “You could spend the night, y’know. We could order in for breakfast.”

“Mmm, no. No, I don’t think so.”

Vox just shrugged his shoulders. “Was worth a try.”

He stood with Al in his arms, holding him so they were chest to chest and kissing all the way to the bedroom. When they arrived, Vox set the other sinner down gently, still kissing and pecking while grinding his cock between his legs. He twined their fingers together, holding them by Alastor’s head and using his thumbs to press short lines up and down the Radio Demon’s palms.

"I'm sorry about last time.” Vox spoke between kisses, then leaned down to press a tender kiss where he’d bitten the other before.

“Why bother feeling sorry? You didn’t seem to enjoy it at all.”

Vox smirked. “No, no I didn’t. But you seemed to, you kinky bastard.”

“Hah! I suppose I did.”

They kissed and reveled in sweet romantic touches as Vox aimed to be a gentle lover. He threw in a few pleasure-pain moves to keep Al interested, and at the halfway point in their timeline, they both came and settled in for cuddles. Vox was laying on his back, while the other sinner was tucked along his side, and Vox laced their fingers together atop his chest.

“When will I get to see you again?” He asked quietly, brushing his thumb up and down the back of Alastor’s hand.

“Hmm, who’s to say?” He replied in a flippant voice.

At the end of their session, they both got dressed in their regular clothes and Vox offered to walk his company to the door. Vox snuck their hands together in the elevator, but as soon as it was on the ground level and the doors were opening, Alastor shook his free. They walked to the main exit, and before Vox could unlock the doors to let the Radio Demon out, he leaned in to steal one final kiss.

Alastor grunted, stumbling a bit as he wanted to remind the man they were currently standing beneath large sheets of clear glass and well over a dozen security cameras. Vox wasn’t bothered by it like Alastor was though, and continued by slipping a bit of tongue into the mix. He pressed his hands into the Radio Demon’s jaw, holding him in place as he continued to make-out with the man. One hand threaded through the hair on the back of his head, while the other wrapped over his shoulders, and Alastor was gripping the lapels on Vox’s jacket.

When Vox finally pulled away, he smirked at the winded expression on the other sinner’s face before finally reaching out to unlock the doors. He waved his hand over a key pad which flipped open the lid, then typed in his code, and the light above turned green.

“Good night.” The Media Demon murmured as he scrunched his fingers to wave bye. Alastor just grunted, but when he went to open the door, it wouldn’t budge. He flicked a dirty look at Vox, assuming it was him being a jerk, and the other overlord gave a mischievous grin in return.

“Oops… Golly gee, mister. Wouldya look at the time?”

Vox flipped his phone around to show it reading 12:01am and Alastor narrowed his eyes sharply. The Media Demon snickered, then stretched his arms over his head.

“Well, I’m beat. Time to turn in for the night.”

In an instant, Alastor was pointing the end of his staff at Vox, silently threatening to use it with a loathsome look in his eyes. A moment of silence passed between the two and Vox reached out to wrap his fingers around Al’s, tugging them towards himself so the staff was poking him right in the neck.

When nothing happened, Vox smirked, and turned around.

“You coming? Or are you going to sleep down here tonight?” He called over his shoulder, snapping so the door was able to arm itself once again. Alastor snarled under his breath, pointing a scathing glare at Vox’s back, yet ultimately conceded and followed him into the tower.

Notes:

How do I get chapters out so fast? No idea. I type, maybe, 40 words a minute and spend most of my time laughing at my own jokes. According to physics, my publishing speed shouldn't be this quick.

Next update will be Tuesday!

Chapter 16: Midnight

Notes:

Breaking News: Local author is a fucking hypocrite and worked on some of these chapters until upwards of 5am 🫣

Alastor awoke naked in Vox’s bed. He’d hoped the temptation would be too much for the Media Demon to resist, but when he wasn’t roused at some godawful hour with a dick in his ass, he realized his predicament might be more burdensome than he originally assumed. Vox was still asleep and Alastor silently excused himself to use the restroom. When he shut the door and flicked on the lights, he noticed a brand new red silk robe hanging next to the usual blue one and he weighed his options considerably.

Use the red one and admit he now has an article of clothing left behind in this man’s home? Or continue stealing Vox’s and be accused of unwittingly agreeing the gesture has meaningful significance? Such a convoluted decision was too tedious to be made at this hour, so he chose the red one because fuck off.

When he returned to the room, Vox was lying awake and scrolling through his phone. He didn’t even look up from the screen as he spoke. “‘Morning, how’d you sleep?”

Alastor narrowed his eyes. Really? How’d you sleep? Really?? Held prisoner against his will for a second time, and those are the words that greeted him on his first morning? When Vox wasn’t given a response, he glanced up.

“You found the robe? Looks good! You like it?”

Alastor scowled harder, folding his arms across his chest. Normal captors likely weren’t so relaxed in front of their detainees. This scene was starting to get way too domestic and he knew Vox was fully aware of what he was doing.

“What?” Vox asked with a playful smile and a short chuckle. “Is there something on your mind? Something you’d like to ask me this morning?”

Alastor was on the brink of losing his smile. He had an untold number of grievances he wished to bring up, but instead he reached out and yanked the bedsheets away. When he did, low and behold, the Media Demon was sporting a boner.

Vox couldn’t hold back his laughter any longer. “Guess you caught me!”

The Radio Demon recrossed his arms, digging his fingers into the sleeves of his robe. “Your antics are unimaginative and tiresome. Don’t even think for a moment you can pull a stunt like that again today.”

Vox continued to act stupid. “What?? I’m not doing anything!” He insisted, locking his phone screen and tossing it aside. He then reached down and started lazily jerking himself off. “C’mon, don’t be like that. I missed waking up next to you, but why don’t we finish the deal so you can go home?”

When Al didn’t so much as budge, Vox hefted a deep breath.

“Hey, come on! I’m just giving you a hard time, there’s no need to be so uptight! Come over here and let’s get this over with.”

Alastor figured it wasn’t going to be that easy, but what choice did he have? He begrudgingly undid the robe, letting it fall to the floor and climbed his way over to the other sinner. Vox sat up higher against the headboard and welcomed the approach, offering a hand to help Alastor straddle his lap.

“Do I detect a hint of interest?” Vox asked with a leering grin when he noticed his company wasn’t completely flaccid. Alastor didn’t acknowledge the statement, so Vox dug his fingers into the Radio Demon’s ass cheeks and dragged them down his thighs. Another pump of arousal bobbed his dick and Alastor took it upon himself to grip a hand around both of theirs.

“Is there ever a time of the day when you’re tolerable?” He inquired in a hollow tone, working his hand up and down with no real plan.

“You seem to be tolerating me just fine.” He pointed out, giving a sharp buck to his hips. Alastor flicked a dangerous glint at the man until he noticed a familiar bottle was in his grasp. “Here, try some of this.”

Vox poured a heavy gob of lube over the Radio Demon’s hand and both their dicks, letting it spill over his pelvis. He then closed the cap, set it aside, and wrapped his digits around Alastor’s. “Go like this. Swivel your wrist.”

Alastor tensed as the pressure and dexterity increased. Vox was guiding him like they were simply in the kitchen making dinner together while his brain was nagging him that he was forgetting something.

“Over the head, and press your thumb in the slit…”

Alastor’s expression soured. “This may come as a shock to you, but I have done this before.” He grumbled, trying to match the same movements by also giving a weird wrist flicking motion.

Vox scoffed a laugh. “Yeah, but not to my standards. Hold your breath.”

The other sinner raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Just do it, trust me.”

Alastor conceded without pitching a fit. He didn’t drink in a big gulp of air, just held his breath as he waited for what Vox had in store next. For a while they continued the up/down motions with their hands, with Vox adding a swivel to his wrist or doing something different with his fingers. Alastor was losing his patience as he was just starting to run out of air when Vox reached behind him with his free hand and oh so slowly raked his nails down the Radio Demon’s spine.

Alastor reacted immediately, his spine arching inward and his eyes widening with surprise. He lost the use of both his hands as Vox continued jerking their cocks regardless.

“Put your arms around me and hold tight.”

The nagging voice of reason was completely drowned out by the assault of happy chemicals and Alastor easily obeyed, draping his arms over the other sinner’s shoulders without a fuss. Vox increased his grip and speed, making sure to pay more attention to Alastor’s while his other hand pressed a first finger and thumb into the sides of the man’s neck.

“Breathe.” He ordered. Alastor gasped to fill his lungs, the jolt of air causing him to tighten his arms and dig his nails into the Media Demon’s shoulders. The restriction of blood flow to his brain continued to make him loopy, however, and it wasn’t long until Alastor was releasing with a stutter to his breath.

When his work was done, Vox let go of his neck to scrape his nails down his spine once again, making the sinner squeeze him in a constricting embrace as he focused on chasing his own ejaculation.

Alastor collapsed forward in Vox’s arms as he continued catching his breath, having to come to terms with the fact that the bastard cheated him out of an orgasm. He didn’t need to see to know he had a smug look on his intolerable features. Instead, Vox wrapped him gently in his arms and started doodling lines into his back with his fingers.

“How much time you think you need? Five minutes? Ten minutes?” Vox asked quietly, his first finger trailing down to draw circles against his tailbone. Alastor pushed himself up to point an exasperated glare at the man who simply grinned with innocence in return.

The Radio Demon didn’t respond, just snapped his fingers and Vox gave him an uncertain look when it didn’t seem as if anything was happening. That is, until he heard the sound of a door flying open, followed by some familiar curses in Spanish. Finally, the door to his own bedroom crashed open and Valentino was being carried inside by a group of Alastor’s shadow imps. Before the Film Demon could form a coherent sentence, he was tossed none too gently onto the bed and Alastor was pointing an accusatory finger right between his eyes.

“Tag, you’re it.”

Alastor then climbed off the bed, threw on his robe, and marched into the ensuite before slamming the door.

Vox glanced at his business partner, realizing the only thing keeping the man decent was his wings. Just then, Angel Dust appeared at the door draped in bedsheets.

“Val!! What the fuck was that??” He demanded, unsure whether he should come in or not.

Despite not having his glasses on, Valentino had a feeling he knew the context of this story and wondered diabolically how far he could take it. He smiled sinisterly and used two fingers to walk up Vox’s bicep, then spoke.

“Do you think your petit ami would be interested in swinging?”

Vox stared at the man, almost like he was sincerely considering the idea of asking, then shoved him away to rummage through his closet.

~0~

After Alastor showered, he decided to keep wearing his new robe because it was comfortable and for no other reason. It was a pleasing color and it was convenient, nothing more. When he came out into the common area, he found Angel Dust seated on one of the couches sipping something brightly colored from a margarita glass. He was wearing a powder pink silk robe of his own with blush-pink feathers around the neckline.

“‘Mornin’, Smiles.” Angel greeted, scrolling through his phone. Alastor wasn’t fond of having to interact with others while in such an obviously indecent situation, but he supposed Angel had seen him at worse times.

“Good morning to you as well.” He replied, walking over to the coffee maker. He selected a ‘Fuck Alastor’ mug from above, picked the one drink choice in his user profile, and waited for it to dispense. When it was ready, he took the mug back to the living space and seated himself on a different couch than Angel. A few newspapers and news journals were scattered on the coffee table along with…

Alastor blinked in surprise. Somehow Vox had managed to get his hands on a gazette from Heaven. How intriguing. He snatched it up and began reading the cover page when a little chime started going off from the kitchen.

The door to the terrace opened with Vox and Valentino concluding a conversation as they entered. They both walked over to the couches, but whereas Val took a seat next to Angel, Vox simply stopped by to tip Alastor’s head back and peck a kiss good morning on his lips. Al watched him saunter to the kitchen with a glower of indignation, then turned back to his paper and had to read the same sentence seven times before he actually mentally absorbed it.

Vox turned off the timer, then opened the door to the oven and Alastor gave up trying to read for the time being. He glanced over the back of the couch, watching as the man removed a quiche from where it was baking. He was almost impressed, until he glanced a bit to the side and noticed the large pink pastry box it must’ve been delivered in. It looked to be from the same French bakery Vox always got their pastries and it smelled wonderful.

“Angie, would you be a doll and get me a piece?” Valentino asked with a sweetened smile. Angel obliged immediately and soon he was returning with two plates. Val took the larger piece and they both dug in.

Vox came over to sit beside Alastor and handed the Radio Demon a plate of his own. He couldn’t help noticing the other sinner’s was slightly smaller and also had a broken crust. He decided not to remark on the considerate gesture and simply ate his breakfast.

“I see you found the Heaven newspaper.” Vox noted after swallowing a bite. “I tried reading it, but that shit was so fuckin’ boring. Nothing ever happens up there.”

Alastor hummed thoughtfully. “Knowledge is power. You never know what you’ll learn if you just observe.”

Valentino scoffed. “What a deep and meaningful thing to say. Angel, why don’t you ever say shit like that?”

Angel flinched, then pointed a look at Val like he had no idea where that comment even came from.

When they finished with breakfast, Angel hurriedly got dressed while Alastor didn’t have to lift a finger for the clean up. Vox even brought him a second cup of coffee and for a moment the Radio Demon felt spoiled.

“And what, pray tell, am I meant to do here until you return?” Alastor questioned with a grumble. Vox’s neutral expression lit up devilishly as he set the mug on the short table and took a seat beside the other sinner.

“Well, if you look in my bedside drawers you’ll find all kinds of things to keep you occupied without me.” He informed the man in a sensual tone, then framed his face in his hands and pulled him in for a kiss. The gazette Alastor was holding crinkled as he tried to keep it from getting smashed and he was eventually able to stumble himself into a rhythm with the kiss. He also made a mental note never to look inside those drawers.

“Come down and watch some of the filming.” Vox offered as an alternative to masturbation. “We might be able to use your input on some of the scenes.”

When Vox pulled away from the kiss, he could tell Alastor was annoyed, but something else in his expression was starting to make the Media Demon feel guilty about it.

“Do not hold me here all night again.” Alastor stated softly, his eyes holding steady for a rare moment of seriousness.

“Oh, come on! It wasn’t that bad! Don’t tell me you didn’t have a good time, look!” Vox then took Alastor’s left hand in his and held it up so they could both see the Radio Demon’s pinky finger. “You’re gettin’ some color back in this little guy! That’s gotta count for something, right?”

Vox then stood to finish getting ready and Alastor stared at his hand. The coloring had indeed darkened not only in the finger, but also in the nail. He then parted the V in his robe to take a look at his chest and his scars were much more subdued.

Alastor scrunched his nose, not liking that development at all.

~0~

When Vox invited Alastor to sit in on some of the studio filming, he thought it might be nice for the guy to pull up and chair beside him and Val, maybe even offer some asexual words of advice. There were certainly several Alastor-isms that left him scratching his head in confusion, but him proving time and time again how much of a fucking brat he is was not one of them.

Alastor sat tied to an office chair, kicking his legs out to spin it in a circle every once in a while. It was a familiar sight to see, and also one he probably should’ve predicted. The guy really couldn’t keep his curiosity in check, and Vox was ready to shove him in an elevator and push all of the buttons.

Valentino suddenly snarled with rage. “Would you just fucking get him out of here?!?” He ordered Vox, giving him a spiteful look.

Vox scrubbed his hands up and down his face, but ultimately agreed. Alastor was being too much of a distraction and maybe he could convince the guy to blow off another round of steam with him. Just as he was about to stand up from his director’s chair though, the communicator in his screen started going off.

“Hello, Mr. Vox, sir? It’s Ethan. I have Charlie Morningstar here at the front desk wishing to see you. She says it’s urgent.”

Vox quirked an eyebrow, then glanced over to see Alastor smiling with the most smugly satisfied vainglorious grin on his features.

“Tell her I’ll be right there.” Vox replied, then hung up. He turned fully to face Alastor. “What the fuck is that look for?”

Alastor smiled even wider with hilarity. “I was wondering when she was going to stop by and demand my safe return. After all, you were the one to keep me prisoner before, and who knows what kind of humiliating activities you could be doing to me again.”

Vox frowned tartly, but when he stood, he wandered over to lean beside Alastor’s head and whispered. “Why? You think she’d like to watch?”

He expected Alastor to get defensive or show that adorable prudish side, but instead he just laughed.

“A sex joke? Oh, how original!”

Vox narrowed his eyes suspiciously but figured he’d better go find out what the princess wanted.

When he got to the main lobby, Charlie was already radiating demonic energy with her long blonde hair flowing and her eyes glowing red. Vox figured she’d be mad, but maybe not this pissed. It really seemed over the top and he was starting to feel a bit suspicious.

“Charlie, hello! It’s so good to see you again!” He greeted, slapping a coy smile on his features.

“Cut the crap, Vox!!” Charlie demanded, marching right up to him in her best attempt at appearing threatening. Yeesh, touch-y. “As the princess of Hell, I order you to return Alastor to my hotel this instant!!”

Vox scratched at his chin thoughtfully, once again wondering why she was so worked up. “Wow, skipping straight to it I see.” He coughed into his fist. “Unfortunately, there’s a slight hiccup with your timeline. Y’see, Al’s right in the middle of some important work, and I can’t just…”

“I don’t want to hear it!!!” Charlie shouted, pointing a finger in his face. “Send him home right now or there will be Hell to pay!!”

Vox held up his hands in defense, figuring the little minx might actually have some cards up her sleeves if she came here alone and was this upset. “Come now, princess. Be reasonable! There’s nothing nefarious going on, he’ll be back before you know it! Right now I just need his… help with my new TV show!”

He hoped that explanation was innocuous enough to pacify her, but he wasn't expecting the girl to revert to her normal appearance.

“Your new TV show? You mean My Darling Dear In Red?” She asked, her tone oddly fragile.

“The very one! You see, Heaven is very particular about certain…” Vox tried to spin together some lame explanation, but in the end he was interrupted by a giddy squeal from the young lady. He regarded her with a strange look as she jumped for joy, then beamed at him with large, sparkling eyes.

“I love that show so much!! Oh, the drama! The suspense!! I have to shield my eyes during the sex scenes, but otherwise it’s my absolute, all time, favoritest show!!!”

Vox smiled awkwardly, watching her freak out a little bit more. “Well, many thanks for your kind words, princess. I’m sure you must be off to…” Vox was interrupted again.

“Do you know what I adore the most about it?!?” She asked, looking as if she was going to explode from excitement.

Vox couldn’t think of a single thing. “Umm, I wouldn’t…” He was interrupted again as Charlie let out a shriek of excitement, then reeled herself back to lean in close and whisper to him.

“It’s inspired several sinners to completely change their ways! EEE!! I think a few of them might even be redeemed any day!!”

Now Vox was staring with wide, uncomprehending eyes. Charlie took a few steps back to geek out again.

“And Alastor is helping work on it?? Oh my gosh!!! He is just so amazing!!! And we are just so darn lucky to have him!!! EEEE!!! I think my heart is going to explode!!!!!”

She thanked Vox, shook his hand vigorously, and told him to try and have Alastor back as soon as possible so everyone at the hotel could throw him a proper celebration to honor all of his contributions. As she skipped out of V Tower, Vox watched her go until she was out of sight, then glanced down at where she’d taken his hand. He tried to picture the two side by side and was having a hard time imagining it, but if he did a comparison, he wondered if her nails would match up with Alastor’s scars.

~0~

Vox ended up not being able to endure Alastor’s company any longer and ordered his assistant to babysit him the rest of the day. At some point he needed to face the drama, however, and at 11:32pm he was finally walking through the executive floor elevator doors. Alastor wasn’t in the common area, nor was he on the terrace, and just as Vox was wondering if he somehow snuck a way to break their deal, he flicked the lights on to his room and found the Radio Demon buried in his sheets, stirring awake.

“Shit, Al. Didn’t mean to wake you like that.” Vox stated quietly as he unclipped his bowtie and slipped off his shoes. When Alastor rolled over to face him, he didn’t look to be wearing anything. The Radio Demon rubbed his eyes sleepily, an action that made Vox’s heart skip a beat, until Alastor read a clock that was sitting on an end table and flicked a poignant look at the other overlord.

“I thought I told you not to keep me here all night.” Alastor griped, scooting through the covers until he was seated on the side Vox was now standing at. As he emerged from the sheets, he really wasn’t wearing a scrap of clothing, and he reached up to start helping Vox undo his buttons.

The Media Demon caught the other sinner’s hands in his, threading their fingers together before he could finish unfastening his vest.

“C’mon, there’s still some time left! Why don’t we go grab a drink?” Vox tried, hating how desperate he sounded.

“Vox.” Alastor said definitively, his voice modulator no longer engaged. “There’s no more time, and I need to go home.”

Vox gave him a tired and pathetic look. “I hardly got to see you today! Between the filming and the overtime…”

Alastor tugged his hands free and resumed prying open the buttons to the man’s shirt. “And whose fault is that? As far as I’m aware, you sent your assistant to keep me preoccupied after ejecting me from your filming studio. An invitation you personally gave me to take part in.”

Vox snagged his wrists, stopping him a second time. “I can explain! It’s just…” Vox lowered his eyes, then reached out a hand to trace along the scars down the other man’s chest. “Can you please tell me what happened?”

Alastor wasn’t a fan of the girlfriend story, but when did answering ‘no, I don’t have a girlfriend’ ever convince anyone of it otherwise? Especially when those people assured themselves so thoroughly that it must be the truth? The real truth was even more ugly, and so Alastor moved on from the man’s shirt to his pants. “It’s none of your concern, and it doesn’t have anything to do with whatever ridiculous nonsense you’ve put in your head.”

Vox wrapped his fingers around the sinner’s forearms, stopping him completely from continuing to undress him.

“Please, Al. Just one more night.” Vox stated, then slowly crawled onto the bed until he was draped over the Radio Demon with his head pressed into the man’s chest. Alastor tensed, wanting to scold him, yell at him to get a grip, but then gave up and simply set his hands on his shoulders. When they finally went at it, it was 11:40pm, meaning there was no chance Alastor would be able to make it down to the doors, or even out the windows, to escape.

What Vox didn’t realize, though, was the countdown began whenever the first advances were made. The clock started ticking right as pure lust could be registered, and after their wanton activities this morning, all that remained was to cement the deal with sex. Alastor thought about this as he laid in Vox’s arms, staring at the clock while it read 11:51pm and would leave plenty of time for him to rush down the elevator and head out the door.

Chapter 17: The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

When Vox became coherent, he felt like he was in Heaven. Floating through the sky, soaring through fluffy clouds, weightless, all burdens relinquished, and free of plight. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so euphoric before, almost as if a thousand smiling Alastors were simultaneously trying to give him a warm, tight hug…

Vox’s eyes flew open just as he was bucked over and rolled into a crouching position. It took him way too long to register Alastor was beneath him with his rock hard cock in hand, lined up and ready to plunge into the Radio Demon’s ass.

“Woah, hold the fuck up!!” Vox called out, twisting himself and rolling them both so the Radio Demon was once again seated on his lap. As he was slowly starting to understand what was happening, he realized Alastor must have woken up at some abysmal hour, then decided to take advantage of the situation by jerking Vox off until he was hard enough to squeeze into that tight little ass.

“Nice try, fucker!” Vox declared, then cringed as the grip around his cock tightened while Alastor threw in some familiar moves to his hand-job game. “Why don’t you do me a favor… tug that one to completion??” He requested, his voice strained.

“Oooo… Too bad~” Alastor replied in a teasing tone, pressing his free hand into Vox’s chest and leaning forward. “I just can’t take it anymore, Vox! I need your thick, hard cock inside of me!”

For a moment Vox wondered if he really had died and gone to Heaven until his mind wrenched him back to reality.

That’s right!! The deal… the deal for the, uh… the…

Alastor had flipped them back over so Vox was on top again. He wrapped both arms around the Media Demon’s shoulders, hooking his legs over his hips, and grinding their dicks together.

“Hurry, Vox! I can’t bear to be left soooo terribly empty for much longer!!”

Vox thought he was going to go crossed eyed. He shook his head vigorously, then shoved himself completely out of Alastor’s arms to crawl desperately to the far end of the bed.

“Stop fucking doing that!!” He shouted, trying to catch his breath and calm his racing heart.

“Doing what?” Alastor asked innocently as he began stalking forward on his hands and knees. His eyes were seductive, his hips swished back and forth, and Vox swallowed hard. “What am I doing? Begging you to fuck me?? What could possibly be wrong with that??”

“You fucking tease!!” Vox seethed, holding out a hand to try and stop the Radio Demon from grabbing his dick or weaseling his way into his arms. “I will throw you in fucking horny jail!!”

Vox flicked his hand towards the ensuite and the sound of the freestanding bathtub being filled could be heard.

“Come now, Vox! There’s no need to be shy!! Just simply lay me down and have your way with me!!” Alastor pleaded, climbing up and over until he went crashing backwards onto the mattress, taking Vox with him. The Media Demon snarled as the other sinner’s legs were wrapped securely around his waist and he was treated like a jungle gym. Alastor crashed their lips together, diving his tongue straight into Vox’s mouth and kissing with such intensity the Media Overlord was grunting and gasping for breath. Vox used what few brain cells he had remaining to flop himself onto his back, taking charge of the situation with one hand threaded through red hair, the other clasped to Alastor’s ass, and thrusting his hips up into the other sinner. He bucked and humped, trying to bring himself to completion in a way that wouldn’t conclude their deal for the day.

Alastor managed to break his lips free, tucking his head into the crook of Vox’s neck. “What’s this?? You DON’T wish to bend me in half and shove your fat cock straight into my guts?!”

“FuuuuUUCK!!!” Vox roared, losing himself for a moment as he was suddenly forced on top. Alastor was grinning from ear to ear as he reached down to line up his cock until Vox shoved himself away so hard he somersaulted off the bed and landed gracelessly on the floor.

Alastor popped his head over the side of the mattress, smiling down at him playfully. “Silly man! What are you doing down there?? Come join me up here!”

Vox practically felt himself levitating onto the bed until he realized it was Alastor’s fucking tentacles!! He tore himself out of their clutches and stumbled a bit when he realized he was so fucking hard it hurt to fucking walk!!

FUUCK!!!!

Vox was almost to the bathroom when his hand was suddenly snagged. He glanced back just in time for Alastor to latch onto him, pulling him close and showering him in kisses. Vox did what he could to pull himself away, wondering if he was going to make it out of here alive when he tripped and found himself on top of Alastor again.

“My, my! I was just looking for a strong, strapping man such as yourself!!”

Vox snarled, but with his heightened adrenaline and testosterone, he was able to climb to his feet with Alastor wrapped around him like a koala.

“Straight to horny jail!!” Vox declared, marching his way into the ensuite. Alastor did what he could to slow him down with kisses and grinding their dicks together, but in the next moment Vox was toppling both of them into the depths of the soaking tub being filled at max volume with cold tap water. The shock of the temperature caused both men to shout upon contact as waves sloshed and splashed over the side, completely flooding the floor of the bathroom.

Alastor scrambled like a wet cat, attempting to pull himself out to safety only for Vox to wrap his arms around the man and pull him into a kiss. They were both submerged up to their chests in the frigid water, kissing and shivering until they started getting used to the cold.

Alastor pulled away, his smile strained and his eyes malevolent. “You are a contemptible bastard.”

Vox let out a single laugh, tipping his head back until it thunked into the bathtub. “And you’re a fucking monster when you’re horny. Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t care about sex.”

Alastor narrowed his eyes. “Release me and let me go home.” He demanded in a low and dangerous tone. Vox wrapped his hands around his jaw, yanking him into a kiss.

“Patience. In due time.”

Vox had to call in an emergency maintenance request before he ended up flooding every single level below his bedroom. As he was pacing and talking to the staff member, Alastor was draped on the man’s mattress and decided to take a look in the forbidden bedside drawers. As he suspected, it was filled with sleazy adult toys and he reached in to pull out one that looked like a simple penis of a manageable size. He then propped himself on his side, still buck naked, and tried to remember how Vox sucked his dick. It was difficult to recall since the sensation had been so dramatic, but he did remember the whole thing went in his mouth.

He touched the tip to his tongue, suddenly enraptured in what he was doing as he slowly parted his lips and pushed it further into his mouth…

As soon as he noticed Vox approaching, he was ripping the dildo out of the Radio Demon’s grasp and throwing it back in the drawer before slamming it shut. He was still on the phone, but managed to glare daggers at the other sinner. Alastor gave him a flirty little smile, stretching himself across the bed until he was kicking his feet behind him.

Vox finally hung up the phone and looked like he wanted to chastise the other sinner for being an incorrigible demon, only to drop his expression entirely as he crawled his way across the bed.

“Oh? So you want to play with toys now??”

Alastor flinched, realizing his calculations led to a serious error. Then again, it seemed as if the man’s penis was back to picking up where they left off.

“I could get you tied up in the sex swing; we should have at least a few minutes to ourselves before maintenance gets here.”

Alastor thinned his smile at the idea of having someone walk in. Nevertheless, the sooner he got out of here, the better. He scooched and twisted himself until his legs were once more on either side of Vox’s waist, staring up at the sinner with a sultry smile.

“Why don’t we start things off a little slower? Say… your cock in my ass?”

Vox scoffed a coarse laugh, then effortlessly flipped the Radio Demon over so his ass was in the air and his face was shoved into the comforter.

“You’re such a little shit, y’know that?” Vox asked lightly, using his cables to bring him the lube and untwist the cap. Alastor fidgeted, but the other sinner’s fingers were twisted painfully into his hair. The Media Demon slicked his cock, then simply slid it between the other man’s ass cheeks, rubbing back and forth. “Sure was a cute try though. You almost had me several times, no lie. Do you know how long I’ve dreamed about you begging me to fuck you? It’s pretty unfair it’s only because you’re trying to leave.”

Alastor laughed heartily. “Such a statement makes you sound entirely deranged. Why don’t you do the right thing and help me get home?”

Vox pressed his nails into Alastor’s tailbone, then grazed them up the center of his back, causing his spine to arch dramatically. “Be patient, Al. Weren’t you always bitching that advice to me?”

Al grew quiet and Vox wasn’t able to last much longer, not after replaying their little chase scene in his head. He came all over Alastor’s back with a satisfied grunt, and finally let him go. He collapsed backward, glad to finally get that out of his system, only to have Alastor straddling him once again to rub their dicks together.

His immediately began firming up, and he silently cursed his tenacity.

“Ready for another round??” Alastor asked with a nefarious smile. Vox’s eyes went wide and for the first time since he woke up, he dreaded that this might be the result of his entire day.

~0~

Valentino tipped a water bottle to his mouth and took a drink. He was seated on his director’s chair waiting for the talent to finish in the make-up chairs before they started filming. Other than the ruckus from Vox’s room rudely awakening him hours ago this morning, he slept well, and he was ready for an entire day of filming.

Just then, ragged panting could be heard from the entryway and Valentino didn’t have to turn to know it was Vox. The Media Demon dragged himself across the studio to the second shorter director’s chair and plopped into it with a hefty sigh. Without a glance, Val handed his water bottle over and Vox accepted it gratefully, immediately thrusting it to his lips and guzzling every drop until it was empty. He crumpled it in his hand, tossed it to the side, then reclined into the backrest.

Val couldn’t help his heinous little smile. “Rough morning, Amorcito?”

Vox suddenly sprung to life, leaning in Val’s direction with wide, unbelieving eyes. “He’s fucking crazy, Val!! Insatiable!!! Every time I think I’ve lost him, he turns up outta nowhere!! I can’t go ten fucking minutes without him tugging on my dick or begging me to fuck him!!!”

Valentino snorted a laugh. “My, my~! I never thought I’d see the day when you, of all people, would be drowning in your own pleasure.”

Vox smacked his palm on the armrest of the director’s chair. “This isn’t fucking funny, Val!! Help me!! I’ve been running for my life all morning!!”

Val held up a finger and waggled it back and forth. “No way. If I get involved, I’d be guaranteed death. This is the bed you made, now go fuck in it.”

Vox opened his mouth to say something else, but instead yelped in surprise as a familiar tentacle wrapped around his ankle and yanked him to the floor. The Media Demon spat and swore, trying to untangle the things as others began snaking up both legs and exploring the area between unashamedly. In his final moments, Vox held out a hand towards Valentino, then gripped the frame of the door until he was finally wrenched out of sight. The only thing that remained were claw marks on the floor and wall, and Valentino simply cracked open a new water bottle and took a sip.

Angel Dust was finally in make-up and approached Val. “The fuck was that about?”

Valentino waved dismissively at the spectacle. “Don’t you mind them, they’re just writing the next episode.” He muttered, then leaned back in his seat and snapped to get one of the crewmember’s attention. “Did you get all that shit down?”

An imp with a notepad raised their head, then nodded and gave a thumbs-up.

~0~

Vox found himself dragged into a utility closet with a single bare lightbulb above and Alastor grinning sinfully at him. The Radio Demon was clothed only in his red silk robe and had been all day.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Al!!” He muttered, doing what he could to pry himself out of the other man’s arms in the small space since there was hardly room enough for the two of them. However, he had absolutely no chance of it when Alastor hoisted himself to wrap his legs around his waist with a triumphant look in his eyes.

“Your filming studio isn’t a very clever place to hide, you know. It’s almost as if you wished for me to find you again.” Alastor pointed out. He then took Vox’s hand in his and guided it beneath his robe until the Media Demon could feel something round and unnatural protruding from his ass.

“Fuuuck!!!” Vox hissed, his eyes squeezing shut and his head tipping forward. “You’re wearing a plug??! You cocky little shit!!”

Alastor chuckled vindictively, allowing Vox to trace his fingers around it alluringly.

“Fine!! You win, you fucking win!!” Vox relented, leaning in for a heated kiss. Just as Vox could feel himself reaching full mast for the umpteenth time today, Alastor suddenly vanished. He apparated into his shadow, likely sneaking off to Vox’s bedroom so he didn’t have to walk through the tower in only his silk robe. Vox snarled with frustration, then turned around to slam his fist into the door before he also turned himself into pure electricity and zipped up the building’s power lines.

When he arrived, Alastor was standing with his back facing him and sensually dropped his robe. It landed in a heap, revealing a faux red gem between his cheeks, and there was no chance Vox could keep his hands off. It wasn’t long before Alastor was on the mattress laying on his back with Vox between his legs. Now, more than ever, the Media Demon regretted not including oral sex in their deal, and was glad to see Alastor was also fully erect. He popped out the plug, replaced it with his slicked cock, and hammered their hips together with such intensity it had Alastor letting out little cries of pleasure.

There was no way Vox was lasting much longer, even after trying in vain to drain himself all day. He thought if he reached his limit with climaxing, Al might give up on him, but he greatly underestimated how stimulating it was to have the Radio Demon hunting him down all day.

Vox collapsed onto his back, clutching Alastor to his side as he worked on catching his breath. “I hope you’re fucking happy.” Vox murmured, shutting his eyes.

Alastor let out a tinny chuckle, tracing his first finger up and down Vox’s sternum. “I suppose I do have an affinity for winning.”

Vox gave a clipped groan. “Oh, fuck you!” He shot back, fixing the other sinner with a look of annoyance. “You know what? I deserve a date for all the shit you made me put up with today. This Friday, same time, and NO chaperones!!”

The Radio Demon giggled merrily. “Whatever will help you soothe your bruised ego.”

Alastor claimed to have not been paying attention to the time, and they agreed to stay in each other’s arms the full twenty minutes, just to be sure. When the end finally came, they both got dressed and Vox walked Alastor to the side entrance on the ground level he always left through when people were still coming and going from the main doors.

“Friday, same time. Wear something nice.” Vox declared as Alastor pushed the door open.

“Of course, Vox. Whatever you say.” He replied over his shoulder, then left. Vox watched the man go, disappointed with himself he couldn’t last until twenty to midnight, and more frustrated with how fervidly Alastor was trying to leave.

Back to his hotel. Back to Charlie Morningstar.

Vox sneered to himself, then turned to head to the filming studio. As he crossed the lobby, though, a voice called to him from the front desk.

“Oh, Vox, sir!!” Ethan piped up, waving a hand before jogging to him. “My deepest apologies, but there’s an event on your calendar today I forgot to remind you about!!”

Vox raised an eyebrow and glanced at the tablet when Ethan turned to show it to him.

“It looks like you have a meeting this afternoon with the overlord Rosie in Cannibal Town! I called to try and get it rescheduled, but it sounds like it’s urgent and she told me there would be consequences if you didn’t keep the appointment!”

Vox read whatever was in the blurbage and it didn’t give much of a description. As far as he knew, Rosie wasn’t too threatening unless you pissed her off. It was inconvenient to be told at the last minute, but he simply thanked his assistant and figured he could get to Cannibal Town on time if he left in an hour or so.

Notes:

Next chapter will either be out tomorrow or Friday 🤐

Chapter 18: A Match Made In Hell

Vox casually strolled through Cannibal Town until he arrived at his meeting place with Rosie. It was a little cafe with terrible reviews and he couldn’t understand why an overlord of her standing would pick such a place. When he entered, the only people in the building were Rosie daintily seated at a quaint wooden bistro table, and the barista behind the bar staring listlessly into the distance.

Rosie lit up with delight when he entered. “Oh, my stars! Vox, yoohoo! Over here!” She called excitedly, waving her hand as if he couldn’t see her or might mistakenly walk up to one of the other nonexistent patrons. She was a quirky gal though, so he played along and pretended to catch her eye in a crowd.

“Why, Rosie! I almost didn’t see you there!” He greeted, spreading his arms wide as he approached.

“Oh, yes! Nothin’ but hustle and bustle ‘round these parts, I’m afraid!” She joked back with a laugh, gesturing for him to take a seat across from her. When Vox did, the barista came around with a cup and saucer, setting them in front of the Media Demon and then walked away. Vox regarded it impressively.

“Is this? I didn’t order this, is this a caramel macchiato?” He asked, examining the presentation and thinking it was much too artfully crafted to come from a place with such bad ratings.

Rosie sipped her own coffee. “Why, of course, sweetie! It’s your favorite, after all.”

Vox wouldn’t say he had a favorite coffee beverage, but he certainly liked them on the sweeter side. The fact that this woman seemed to know that was a little off putting, and when he took a sip it tasted absolutely perfect.

“However,” Rosie continued, “if you’d like to order something else, you’re welcome to it!”

Vox held up a hand, took another sip, and gave a satisfied mmm. “No, no! I wouldn’t dream of it!” He then set the cup back on the saucer and folded his hands on the table. “My apologies for being blunt, but I don’t recall setting this appointment and, to be honest, I’m not even sure why I’m here. Care to elaborate?”

Rosie chuffed a laugh and flicked her hand as if to say ‘oh you rascal!’, then turned her attention to a little tin and popped the lid off it. “Pinkie finger?” She offered, holding it out to show that it was, indeed, filled with pinkie fingers.

Vox politely held up his hand as a sign to pass. “No, but thank you for the offer.”

“Suite yourself.” Rosie stated, then plucked one for herself and ate it. “Well, Vox my dear, I called you to this location to discuss a mutual interest of ours.”

Vox scrunched his lips and raised an eyebrow. “A mutual interest of ours? And what might that be?”

Before Rosie could nibble on another finger, she burst into laughter. She placed a hand delicately to her chest as she tipped her head back to continue laughing and Vox just stared, wondering if she was going to let him in on the joke.

“Why, it’s Alastor of course! Did he not tell you about us?”

Vox couldn’t help lighting up with a blush at those words. Rosie?? It was Rosie?? No! There was no fucking way!!

“We’re business partners, him and I.” She continued, and Vox felt his heart slowly climbing out of his throat.

“Oh, uh… You are? The two of you are business partners?” He asked, glad it wasn’t something as crazy as the two of them fucking, but then again… Why would Al align himself with this woman and not him??

“Yes, for quite some time now! But there’s been some recent tension between him and I, and considering how close the two of you have gotten, I was hoping you could help me show him some reason.”

Vox blinked owlishly. Since his company owned most of the media outlets, it was more than easy enough for him to keep his involvement with Alastor out of any news source. How did she find out about them?

Vox laughed awkwardly. “Well, I’d hate to be accused of correcting you, but Al is just consulting with me on my latest soap opera project. You know how he is! I doubt I’d be able to make him see any kind of reason whatsoever!” He took a long sip of his coffee, irritated with how true that statement was. After all, considering all of the years he’d been shot down, he likely didn’t even have the skills to convince the guy to escape a burning building.

Rosie waved her hand dismissively. “Nonsense! I’ve been rootin’ for you two to get together for decades now! Oh, the suspense!” She placed the back of her hand delicately to her forehead. “And speaking of suspense! The newest episode between Alastina and Nox? Quite the spicy enchilada if I do say so myself!”

Vox tensed up at those words, wondering what she could possibly mean by rooting for them to get together. He started questioning if maybe he should’ve dragged his assistant along with him to this meeting.

“Oh, that Alastor!” Rosie mused wistfully. “When he so easily broke your heart and crushed your dreams all those years ago, I just couldn’t understand what his motives were! He has friends all over the Seven Rings, it didn’t make sense to throw you away right when he had the perfect chance to use you into oblivion! He had you wrapped around his finger!!”

Vox tightened his fists where they were resting atop his legs. This appointment was starting to turn unfavorable and he began looking for his options of escape.

“But enough about the past!” Rosie declared jovially, snapping her finger which caused the barista to spring into action. They ran around the bar and handed a cell phone to her. She set the thing on the little table in front of herself, then tapped a few times and looked to be making a call. The caller ID turned out to be for the Hazbin Hotel, and she tapped the icon to engage the speaker. When someone answered, they gave a polite greeting and Rosie asked for Alastor.

“Salutations!! Alastor, host of the hotel speaking!! How may I be of assistance to you??”

Vox swallowed hard and had the sneaking suspicion he might be in the middle of a hostage negotiation.

“Alastor, my darling pumpkin! It’s so good to hear from you!” Rosie greeted, sweet as can be.

“Rosie! What an unexpected surprise!! How delightful it is to hear from you as well, how is everything fairing??”

Rosie laughed and smiled. “Oh, Alastor! Everything is wonderful out here! In fact, Vox and I were just having a little chat about you! Say hello, Vox!”

She gestured for him to speak and he stumbled over his words until he settled on getting the fuck out of here.

“Heya, Al!! Good to hear from you! I’d love to stay and chat, but I’ve got to get back to the studio!! You know how Val is, that guy’s a mess and can’t do anything without me!!”

Rosie laughed heartily. “Don’t be silly, I’m sure you have some time to stay and chat for a while! After all, I was hoping you could talk Alastor into renegotiating our deal!”

Vox fidgeted uncomfortably, glancing at the windows of the cafe and noticing there were now quite a few cannibals gathered around the premises. Not only that, but what did she mean by renegotiating a deal?

“My word!!” Alastor suddenly announced over the phone. “Our connection is just simply dreadful!! Let me give you a call back from a better line!”

The phone clicked dead and Vox was speechless. Are you fucking kidding me?!!

Not even a moment later, however, Rosie’s phone was ringing. Vox gaped when the caller ID said it was from Charlie Morningstar. Rosie answered, set it on speaker phone, and gave a simple hello.

“Rosie, darling! So sorry about that!! I heard you saying something about treating Vox, of all sinners, to your company, how considerate of you!!”

Vox blinked in astonishment. Was this really just some business negotiation? If so, why was there so much ominous tension in the air?

“Oh, Alastor! You tease, it’s no trouble! We were just reminiscing about the two of you being something of an item in the past! And now Vox is telling me you’re a consultant for him on his new TV show?”

Vox had no idea why he felt so unbelievably uncomfortable. Maybe because the two of them were talking about him like he wasn’t even in the room.

“Is that really all you two are, Al? You know how I feel about deceitfulness.”

Rosie’s demeanor gained a sinister aura and Vox started thinking of ways to explain he hadn’t necessarily lied… just chose to omit certain details.

“Really?? Is that what he told you??” Alastor gave a raucous laugh and Vox was starting to hate how small he was beginning to feel. “If you’re referring to the sex, Rosie my dear, then it’s nothing more than a pastime. He’s simply entertaining me with his buffoonery and it’s quite charming to watch him pine for my attention like a starved pet!”

Vox felt all the air leave his lungs. His stomach dropped to the floor, his eyes couldn’t focus, and everything around was suddenly silent. The only thing he could hear was Alastor’s voice from years ago:

Come now, Vox!!! I knew you could be pathetic at times, but I didn’t realize you were so weak!!

Alastor continued laughing from the other side of the phone call. “You really shouldn’t waste your time on him, dear! Unless, of course, you’re beginning to feel lonely amongst your crowd of cannibals. After all, he does have a surprisingly good rhythm with his hips!”

Vox felt utterly humiliated. His betrayal turned to anger and he slammed both fists on the little table.

“Alastor!! What the fuck-?! How could-!” Vox choked on his words, completely unable to form a sentence as his shoulders shook and he stared with disbelief at the cell phone.

“Oh!! Are you still there, Vox??! My apologies! I thought the adults were left alone to talk!!” More laughing and Vox felt enraged tears gathering in his eyes.

“Alastor!! You fucking cunt!! Don’t you dare treat this like one of your fucked up games!!!” Vox shouted, hating that he was having this breakdown in front of another overlord.

“Oooo! Vox, sweetheart!! Do calm yourself!” Alastor replied condescendingly. The Media Demon slammed his palms into the tables, rattling the dishes. Vox seethed with fury, absolutely devastated at this development to their relationship. Everything had felt so natural, so right!! What did he miss?? When did his imagination run wild and take him on some stupid little fantasy only he seemed to be able to experience?!

Rosie tutted with disappointment and Vox flicked a dangerous glare at her. “Come now, Al! This is a dance we’ve done before, don’t you remember?” She asked in a gentle tone right before she flipped a knife out of nowhere and stabbed it with incredible strength straight through Vox’s hand, anchoring him to the bistro table.

“Fuck!!” Vox shouted, reaching to pull it out only for Rosie to flick a finger and tie an unbreakable golden thread around his wrist to keep him from doing so.

“You told me before he meant nothing to you, that he was simply another pawn in your schemes to be the strongest in Hell, and from where I’m sitting I just don’t see it.” She remarked, then flipped another knife out and stabbed it through Vox’s forearm into the table.

“Fuuuck!!” Vox shouted, his voice growing hoarse while a tear squeezed from the corner of his eye. “Alastor, you fuck!! I’m going to kick your ass so fucking hard the next time I see you!!”

More tinny laughter was all he received and the sound made electricity crackle and spark across his arms and antennae. “Whaaat? Are you truly so surprised?! Honestly, Vox! When will you ever learn?!” More laughter and Vox snarled with anguish. “Rosie, my dear. I really must insist you cease wasting my time with these accusations. I can’t have the world thinking I’m affiliated with such a pathetic loser!”

Rosie raised an eyebrow and gave a thoughtful hum. “Then, I suppose, you wouldn’t mind if I started hacking off his limbs?”

Vox felt his eyes grow wide. “Alastor-!!”

“Not in the slightest!! Whatever you need to soothe your worried mind!!”

“Alastor!!!!”

Rosie gave a flippant shrug, then twirled a finger with extravagance. Another golden thread was called forth, wrapped around his shin, and in the next moment the bottom half of his leg was no longer attached.

“FUUUCK!! ALASTOR!!!!!” Vox cried out, unable to move between the knives in the table and the thread holding him in place. His cables weren’t responding, his electrical magic wasn’t responding, no one was outside waiting for him, and Alastor truly was going to let him die.

“Was that one of his legs? Or one of his arms??” Alastor asked with an amused tone before bursting into another fit of laughter. Vox stared in horror at the phone.

“ALASTOR, YOU FUCK!!! If I die and go to double Hell, I will personally send you to triple Hell!!!!”

Rosie hummed with amusement again, and with the simple flick of her finger, the golden thread moved from his wrist to his bicep, then easily snipped off his limb.

“Fuuuck!! Alastor!!! Why the fuck are you doing this??! Why are you letting her torture me?!!”

More laughter from the other side of the phone and Vox couldn’t stop the tears from cascading down his features. “Oh, Vox! Come now, don’t be so dramatic! We both know you can’t die from these wounds!” Alastor reasoned in an even tone. Vox’s breath caught in his throat, his eyes flicking in horror between the phone and Rosie. “After all, your body is simply some animatronic monstrosity you fashioned together. If someone really wanted to kill you, they’d have to stab a hole through your right eye!”

Rosie chipped in with a noise of intrigue. “Really? Is that so? And you wouldn’t be bothered if I were to do something like that right now?” She asked, a wicked smile carving across her face. Vox’s pupils turned to pinpricks from abject fear.

“Al!! Please!! Please don’t let her kill me!!!” He begged, desperately trying to yank himself free from the table, but the damned thing must be bolted to the fucking floor!!!

Rosie’s smile turned more sweet as she flicked her wrist and summoned a short sword. “Sorry, sweetie. No hard feelings, but I gotta be sure this time.” She then retracted her arm before thrusting it with all her might, aiming directly for Vox’s right eye as he stared frozen in despair.

The only problem was that Vox didn’t actually have such a simplistic kill switch. It would be suicide to build a sophisticated android body, then do something as asinine as put his death trigger behind an eye. In fact, his entire life was basically connected to a microchip in the middle of his forehead that uploaded all of his data into the VoxTek cloud back at V Tower. If someone wanted to truly kill Vox, they’d have to hack a bunch of computers, write some clever code, and physically destroy all of the evidence.

And he knew Alastor had a working understanding of that.

Just before Rosie could stab him, though, a shadowy apparition came slithering under the front door and Vox watched in awe as the Radio Demon appeared out of thin air. He used his staff to deflect the sword, threw a punch into Rosie’s cheek to send her flying out of her seat, and a loud commotion could be heard from outside. Vox glanced towards the window to find a massive tear in the fabric of reality releasing a hoard of tentacles to fight against all of the cannibals. One after another were picked off without much effort, and suddenly there was a large tentacle heading right for the cafe.

Vox reflexively shut his eyes and hunkered down while the building was smashed to pieces all around him. When he opened his eyes, an army of shadow imps was engaging in war with the cannibals while Alastor was cloaked in his tentacles fighting Rosie. It was difficult to follow their attacks considering he was still attached to the table, but it wasn’t long before Alastor appeared before him with the most terror-stricken smile he’d ever seen on the man’s features.

“You absolute fucking idiot!!” Alastor shouted at the Media Demon, reaching out to take hold of his collar and shake him angrily. “What did you think was going to happen?? Not a speck of reasoning, not a moment of common sense!!! It’s almost as if you entirely lack the capacity for self preservation!!”

Vox cursed under his breath and flinched since there were still knives stabbed into him!! But he wasn’t able to bat the other man away because he was missing a fucking arm!!!

“What the fuck are you going on about?! Just get me the fuck out of here!!” Vox demanded, trying to thrust himself out of Alastor’s grasp.

The Radio Demon bent down and picked up the unattached arm, then used it like a pointing stick. “You are unbelievable!! The single least imaginative person in this entire plane of existence, and it had to be you?! It just had to be fucking you??!”

Vox blinked, perplexed. Alastor waved his arms dramatically, still holding onto Vox’s severed one as he spoke. “Of all the souls capable of higher capacity for thought, to simply be able to think rationally!! But instead, I’m saddled with some clown and his beguiling circus performance!!”

Alastor then slammed his arm back into place and used his powers to reattach the limb, securing all of the little connectors and power supplies one thread at a time. When he was finished, Vox stared in astonishment at his hand opening and closing as if he’d never lost it. Alastor then yanked the knives free, earning a shout of pain before he was using his powers to mend the holes.

“All this time I had it under control!! All this time there wasn’t an issue!! But the second I thought we could move past it, the second I released a modicum of restriction!! THIS!!” Alastor gestured all around, then aggressively between the two of them, “This is what happens!! You end up-!” Alastor effortlessly ripped the table from where golden threads kept it attached to the floor. “And then she comes out-!!” He snatched Vox’s severed leg and also shoved that one back into place, using his magic to expertly reattach it.

“Al-!” Vox attempted to interrupt, holding out his hands to get him to calm down, but he was still spiraling.

“I sacrificed!! I abandoned myself all so that I…! So that you…!”

“Alastor!!” Vox shouted, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him a bit. “Breathe!”

The Radio Demon blinked, his mind suddenly silenced as he realized his breath was rapidly wheezing in and out of his chest. He held a hand to his throat, feeling as his windpipe constricted and retracted at an alarming rate. He scraped desperately at his bowtie until it was tossed aside, then fumbled through the buttons one after another, and just as his nails were pressing into his skin, Vox grabbed hold of his hands.

“Breathe!! I got you!”

Hot tears cascaded over his cheeks, his lungs felt like they were on fire, and every alarm bell was now ringing on high alert in his mind. He collapsed into Vox’s arms, his knees suddenly too weak to keep holding him up as the two overlords sank to the floor together. Alastor was shaking like a leaf, hyperventilating beyond control, and Vox was at a loss for what to do. He stiffly rubbed a hand up and down the Radio Demon’s arm.

“It’s okay! You’re okay… I’m…” He swallowed, “I’m okay.”

Alastor flinched and shot a look up at Vox. His eyes were wide with adrenaline, tear streaks coated his cheeks, and slowly, so slowly, relief started relaxing his features.

“Seriously, I’m fine! You came to my rescue just in time!” Vox assured the other with a smile. Alastor searched his eyes, looking for the lie. When he couldn’t find it, the tension in his frame gradually started dissipating until he was laying completely pliable in the other sinner’s arms.

Vox took a moment to look around, seeing that the tentacles and shadow imps were still fending off the residents of Cannibal Town. Carnage and destruction was spread as far as his eye could see, and Rosie was still absent. That, coupled with his ability to mend his injuries and reattach his limbs… Alastor was an unstoppable force. The only thing that seemed to get under his skin was Vox getting hurt.

The Media Demon felt a tightness in his chest. Were the emotions from their time spent together not his imagination?

“Al, the phone call… Why did you…?” Vox spoke up, not sure how to ask, but needing to know.

Alastor gave a single, tinny laugh. “Could you imagine the atrocities she’d release if I’d begged her to spare you?”

Vox blushed, silently conceding the Radio Demon might have a point about his lack of imagination. However, it didn’t necessarily explain why Rosie was taking out her frustration on the two of them to begin with.

“We need to go.” Alastor stated, pushing his way out of Vox’s arms. He climbed unsteadily onto his legs, waving dismissively when Vox offered his assistance. “Can you zap yourself out of here?”

Vox glanced down at his hands, sparking a bit of electricity between them but nothing else.

“No, something is stopping me from using my powers.”

Alastor grunted. “She has her control wrapped all throughout this city. Even my abilities are somewhat restricted here.”

Vox gaped with incredulity, wondering how limited they really were after everything he just accomplished. Then he thought of something.

“Why not just use your tentacle dimension? Sneak us in, then let us out somewhere else!”

Alastor gave the other sinner a scathing look. “Well! Just call me a monkey’s uncle!! Why didn’t I think of that??”

Vox’s expression deflated and he suddenly missed having Alastor working through a panic attack in his arms.

“The tentacles only obey me in this world. Once I’m in theirs, I’m at their mercy just the same as you. Once someone enters their dominion, they mirror that person’s behavior, and the only sense they get from me is killing intent.”

Vox tapped his chin thoughtfully at the explanation. It would certainly give a reason as to why Val was able to seduce them while Vox had to claw his way to freedom and be nursed back from an existential crisis.

Speaking of, a crackling sound caught both their attention until a frame of space and time shattered to reveal Rosie hopping back into the remnants of the cafe.

“Not bad, Alastor! Your power certainly has grown quite a bit, hasn’t it?” She remarked, then flicked her wrist and pointed a finger at Vox. In an instant, Alastor threw a hand in front of the Media Demon, guiding the sinner to stand behind him, and caught a throwing spear with his other. He winced as heat radiated from his fingers while the tip of it was plunged into his shoulder.

“Al!” Vox called out.

Rosie chuckled lightly. “Not bad! Especially considering the tip is coated in angelic steel!”

Alastor yanked the point from his flesh and tossed it away, only for a length of golden chain to come shooting up from the cafe’s floorboards, binding his wrists, and securing them in handcuffs. It then retracted, dragging him to his knees as golden thread wrapped entirely around his mouth, hiding his smile. The Radio Demon glared murderously at Rosie, but just as his eyes were beginning to glow green, she appeared in front of him and combed her fingers up his bangs to hold her palm against his forehead.

Alastor’s eyes widened, his features tingeing with a mixture of pain and fear. Before Vox could react, the Radio Demon collapsed feebly onto the ground.

“What the fuck did you just do?!” The Media Demon demanded, ready to fight only for Rosie to throw a punch into his gut and send him to his knees as well.

“Don’t you worry about him, dear. He’ll be fine. It was just becoming tiresome to have to counteract his powers.” She explained, using a foot to nudge Alastor in the shoulder. He recoiled at the touch, but no sound came through the golden threads. “You managed to figure out how to get past my city’s power blockers? What a talented young man you are!” She then kicked Alastor’s staff away so it was just out of reach.

Vox glared up at her and she chuckled at his livid expression. “Oh please! All I did was engrave a binding spell across his bones! It makes it so he can’t use his powers without his staff. A non-permanent restriction, but I have to admit it’s a bit painful.” She pressed a shoe to his ribs, and with the facial reaction he gave, Vox assumed it was more than just a little painful.

Rosie climbed down on her knees beside Alastor, using a finger to tip his chin up and give him a reassuring smile as he stared odiously into her eyes. “Oh, my dearest Alastor! I knew you would be troublesome from the moment we first spoke, but I can’t help thinking we can go back to the way things were!”

Alastor jutted his chin out of her grasp only for Rosie to wrap her fingers up over his jaw and squeeze the tips into his cheeks. Alastor flinched and struggled, but it was no use.

“Did he ever tell you how he got his power, Vox?”

Alastor’s eyes widened with terror, his deer ears drooping against his skull. His focus darted for a moment to Vox before staring back at her, timidly shaking his head as a plea for her not to say it. Vox stared silently, wondering how Rosie, of all people, could know the answer.

“When he was alive, he contacted the underworld to answer some of his questions and got connected to me. We made a deal; if he held up his end of our bargain, I would make it so he was the strongest sinner in all of Hell.”

Alastor squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head more emphatically while still in her clutches. He pulled and strained against his shackles, his legs kicking wildly, but it was no use.

“And now, the little snot managed to weasel his way out of our deal! All I want is to simply have my end of it upheld, especially considering you got everything you ever desired handed to you without a smidge of consequences.”

Vox was speechless. He stared at Alastor, waiting for him to deny any of it, but without his smile it was plain as day to see the destitution written across his features. A malevolent chuckle suddenly came from the other overlord and Vox turned to look at her, wondering what she had to say now.

“Oh, Vox. You don’t get it, do you?” She asked, her tone sounding as if she truly pitied him.

“What the fuck don’t I get?? Who fucking cares how he got his power!! He swindled you, didn’t he?! Quit being such a sore fuckin’ loser!”

Rosie turned back to stare into Alastor’s eyes with a teasing smile. “You really managed to land yourself such an airhead, didn’t you?” She glanced back for a moment at Vox, then turned her attention to Alastor. “Should I tell him?”

Alastor’s eyes opened so wide they were practically circles. He shook his head desperately with tears collecting along his eyelids. Vox felt a pit sink in his stomach.

“Tell me what?” He asked, almost too quiet to be heard.

Rosie cackled with laughter. “Oh, my dear! You really should have told him! Then maybe you wouldn’t be in this situation!!” She laughed harder and Alastor closed his eyes tightly, causing a few tears to roll over the golden threads and drip from his chin.

“Just fucking tell me!!” Vox demanded, not able to bear the sight of Alastor crying. When Rosie was finally able to collect herself, she spoke.

“Oh, Vox, sweetheart! This is Hell!! Everyone who is sent here is meant to suffer. Isn’t it strange your buddy Al isn’t suffering?!” She laughed again and Alastor was once more struggling in his restraints. He pulled and jerked against the chains, scuffing his shoes fruitlessly along the floor. Rosie waited for him to settle down before she spoke again.

“Some are put into hell to chase what they can never attain, like you! The Might of Lilith sure was a feat of engineering, but come on… Did you really think you had a shot?” More laughing and Vox glared dangerously at her while Alastor still looked as if he was begging her to stop talking. “Others might be even less fortunate than that, because there are some who are given their greatest desires which they can never accept.”

Tears were scrolling endlessly from Alastor’s eyes as he stomped a foot into the ground, silently pleading for her to just stop talking!!

Vox bounced his eyes between the two, feeling more lost than before. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Rosie finally released the Radio Demon, letting him drop to the floor. “My dear, it would be a terrible waste of space for every sinner in Hell to be given their own little bit of real estate, so you’re all thrown together in one big pot to help lighten the load! Y’see, all Al ever wanted in life was someone to accept him for who he is. He killed and killed… worked on bolstering his influence in the afterlife, but he was still shackled with the same mundane desires as the rest of humanity. So, what better divine retribution to give a heartless murderer than all the power a sinner could have in Hell, and absolutely no chance to share it with someone they’ve come to love?”

Vox could feel his heart racing in his throat. He stared at Alastor, but the man just couldn’t seem to look him in the eye.

Rosie gave a little chuckle. “It’s you, Vox! You are his greatest punishment, you are the reason he suffers.”

She reached out with both hands to force Alastor to look Vox in the eye, then laughed merrily at the pathetic misery screwing up the Media Demon’s features. “Why else would the Radio Demon, the most powerful sinner in all of Hell, spend so much time helping you build your power and influence, then just throw you away without a second thought?! Are you really so naive??!”

Vox couldn’t manage to string a single sentence together in his mind. Alastor’s eyes were puffy, his nose was bright red, and still the tears wouldn’t stop coming.

“Can you imagine if all of his enemies found out the best way to kill the Radio Demon and usurp his power is to just torture a silly little man with a TV for a head?!”

Vox felt a well in his sinuses before a drip cascaded down the side of his face.

“You two really are a match made in Hell!”

As Rosie laughed some more, Vox couldn’t help feeling an elevation in negative emotions. He wanted to shout, punch something, blow something up, and demand an explanation from God on why he was just so fucking stupid. All the clues, all the signs, and absolutely none of them managed to hit home. All along Vox was having the time of his life, and all Alastor could think about was someday inevitably being the reason for his second death. Vox wanted to be partners and to be by his side, but in the end all he ever did was hold the other man back.

Vox suddenly shouted a war cry, lunging for Alastor’s staff and waving it over his head like he was swatting a giant mosquito. Rosie easily dodged the attack, wondering what he could possibly be trying to accomplish when she looked up to see Alastor now holding it instead.

A portal to the tentacle dimension suddenly opened beneath the two sinners, and just as Vox was wrapping his arms around Alastor, they disappeared into its depths. Rosie leapt forward in an instant, knowing better than to follow them, but nevertheless managed to take hold of the staff and wrench it from the Radio Demon’s grasp.

When the fissure closed, she was left in the wreckage of the cafe while all the tentacles and shadow imps disappeared. She smiled triumphantly to herself, wondering when Alastor would be dragging his sorry ass back to her trying to strike a deal for Vox’s safety.

Notes:

I subscribe to the idea that Rosie is Lilith or a Lilith proxy, but I'm not brave enough to put it in here. So, she's Rosie with ominous intentions.

Watching all of you so thoroughly enjoy the last chapter while I was preparing to write this one made me feel like I was standing on a bridge with a basket full of the cutest most precious puppies, overlooking a raging river. I promise to do all that I can to get the next chapter out tomorrow 🫡

Chapter 19: Alastor's Girlfriend

Being inside the tentacle dimension was like floating through space, only a person could breathe. It was silent, eerily so, and dark with a faint disembodied light coming from no particular direction. Vox had Alastor in his arms like a fainted damsel and he thought about what the other sinner had told him. Apparently, the tentacles sensed what another person was feeling. Whether it was Valentino’s lustfulness, Vox’s apprehension, or Alastor’s bloodthirstiness, it’s how they responded to intruders. So, as the muffled sounds of hundreds of reactionary tentacles were coming towards them, Vox did the only thing he could think of to quell their intentions. He used a finger to lower the golden mask from Alastor’s lips and leaned in for a gentle kiss. Alastor seemed to understand what he was doing and kissed back, stopping the tentacles in their tracks since now the only things they could sense were warmth and compassion.

Vox used this moment to look around for any opportunities that might present themselves and found another tear in dimensional space. It seemed as if Alastor had ripped it open before his staff was taken away, so Vox extended a cable from wherever he could sense an anchor point and yanked them out.

He landed on his feet thankfully, stumbling a bit, and spun around to use one hand to awkwardly close the fissure. Once it was sealed, he let out a gentle breath and turned to see where Alastor had sent them.

Vox scowled.

Of course he did.

Regardless, it was better than being torn to pieces in Cannibal Town, so Vox marched towards the front steps of the Hazbin Hotel. When he got inside with Alastor draped in his arms, the lobby was empty save for Husk behind his bar.

“What the fuck happened to you two?” Husk asked, noticing their torn clothes and all of the blood…

Vox glanced down at himself, only now considering how it might look to be missing an entire sleeve, having half a pant leg crumpled around his ankle, two holes stabbed into his other sleeve, and blood covering nearly half his outfit. Alastor was missing his bowtie with blood soaking through one shoulder and could hardly turn his head from the aching pain of having all of his bones carved into with anti-magic symbols.

“Turf skirmishes.” Vox replied simply, walking over to the bar and figuring he might be able to get them some first aid supplies.

Husk raised an eyebrow. “Is that why he went sprinting out of here?” He asked in a hushed tone, the cheeky lilt to his voice letting Vox know he didn’t buy the story. Whatever, not like it mattered. He turned to Alastor with a coy grin.

“Sprinting?” Vox asked with a chuckle. Alastor thinned his smile, but otherwise didn’t reply. Vox noticed there were still some tear tracks under his eyes and smoothed a thumb across his cheeks to wipe them away. He then turned to Husk and spoke.

“How are your lock picking skills?”

Husk gave the man an odd look until Alastor shakily raised his hands from his lap to reveal golden handcuffs with a chain dangling from them.

Husk raised his curious eyebrow further. “Turf skirmishes?”

Vox simply nodded his head with no further explanations and Husk gave up trying to get the details. He hopped up to take a seat on his side of the bar, beckoning the two over as he pulled some tools from a pocket and got to work. Just as he was starting to get the pins jiggled open, he noticed something and paused.

“Woah, what the fuck is that?” He asked quietly. Vox glanced up and down the Radio Demon, so Husk elaborated. “On his forehead.”

Vox used a hand to brush red bangs from the overlord’s face and revealed an inverted pentagram with tiny writing outlining it in a circle.

“He can’t use his powers for the time being.” Vox stated, earning a dirty look from Alastor.

Husk scoffed a laugh. “What? Did they carve it into your bones or something?”

The silence and solemn faces were enough of an answer and Husk gave a low whistle. “Well, shit. Regardless… The Radio Demon without his powers, that’s a pretty dangerous situation.”

Vox flicked a warning glare at the other man and Husk fixed his attitude. “Hey now, I ain’t sayin’ nothing, and I ain’t doin’ nothin’.”

The cuffs finally clicked open, revealing all kinds of cuts and scrapes from when Alastor was trying to force himself free. Vox gave the man a soulful look and Husk glanced away uncomfortably, rubbing the back of his neck, then spoke.

“The dinner rush is almost up. You might wanna get changed before someone sees you two and starts asking questions.” He then rattled off the number to Alastor’s room and Vox grunted in thanks. For a parting gift, Husk rifled through his first aid station, tossing some bandage and disinfectant packs onto Alastor’s chest.

As he was walking through the lobby, Vox took notice of all the flower vases and smiled at the sight. He didn’t recognize most of them since he started making his assistant push the buttons for the orders, but he did notice the little cards sticking out.

Vox narrowed his eyes and walked a little closer, then felt his blood run cold.

To Charlie, From Alastor

Every. Single. Fucking. One of them…

He felt a sensation stronger than absolute revulsion course through him. His reaction to it was so strong he began to shake, but when he caught sight of Alastor’s confused expression, he stowed his feelings and continued on.

When he got to Alastor’s room, he found the furnishings of some Edgar Allen Poe fanboy…

And a fucking swamp.

What the fuck…

Vox tried to ignore it as he walked in and shut the door with his foot, but Alastor’s amused expression told him he wasn’t doing a very good job.

“What? She carved up your bones, not your voice. Say something.” Vox stated, finding a queen sized bed on the border to the trees. Quite a bit smaller than he was used to, but then again he wasn’t accustomed to having a swamp indoors.

“My jaw hurts.” Alastor croaked as a response, and Vox realized he should’ve stolen some painkillers from the cat man too. It also didn’t seem like the appropriate time for a dick sucking joke, so he walked over to the bed to lay the other sinner down only for Alastor to grunt derisively.

“What??” Vox snipped, pointing a testy frown at him.

“Bathroom.” Alastor softly insisted, pointing a shaky finger in its direction. “Angel weapon… needs healing salve.”

After rooting through several cabinets and picking through dozens of vials, the Radio Demon finally settled on a glass jar of something murky and a little wooden box. Vox brought him back to the bed, gently laid him down, and couldn’t hold back the turmoil in his heart any longer.

“I can’t fucking do this.” He muttered, throwing his hands up and taking a few steps back. Alastor gave him a confused look, silently asking for elaboration. “I can’t fucking do this, Al! I already told you I can’t! I can’t deal with being jerked around like a fucking idiot! Is it because of Val?? If you’ve got a problem with him, then you’ve got a problem with me!! At least I’m open and honest about him!”

Silence filled the air and Alastor was no less dumbfounded. He darted his eyes around the Media Demon’s features, finding anger and betrayal, but not able to explain any of it.

“What…? What are you talking about?” Alastor asked. Vox’s eyes flew open in disbelief. He stomped a foot and gestured wildly at the door to the room.

“The flowers, Al!! You gave all my flowers to your girlfriend?? Why don’t you just get her to play your little hostage game and kiss your boo-boos?!?”

Vox was indignant and Alastor couldn’t stop staring with a blank expression.

“Say something Al!! Tell me the truth!”

Vox watched as the Radio Demon’s features slowly melted from complete stupefaction to… hilarity? Alastor’s eyes lit up and he sputtered a laugh, then snorted a chuckle, then gripped a hand to his chest as he started gasping and coughing through his laughter. He rolled to his side, wrapping his other arm over his abdomen and finally cracking up entirely.

Vox felt a blush light up his screen. What the fuck’s so funny??

“Oh, Heavens!!” Alastor finally breathed out, still laughing. “It hurts!! Hahahah!! It hurts so much! But… your face!!!” More sputtering and cackling. Vox folded his arms.

“What’s your fuckin’ deal?? What’s so funny?!” Vox demanded, tired of this rollercoaster of emotions.

“You think?? You think Charlie is my-??” Another burst of laughter and it was pretty obvious the other sinner was in an incredible amount of pain. “The top drawer!”

Vox blinked, almost not hearing something other than mockery for him. “The what??”

Alastor gave a few more choked snickers. “The top drawer in my dressing table!”

Vox glanced around, finding the furniture piece, and walked over. He grumpily opened a drawer, searching for what he could possibly be referring to, and noticed a stack of familiar cards.

To Charlie, From Alastor

Right next to another stack of cards that immediately took his breath away. Vox reached out hesitantly and collected the thick stack, noticing there were quite a few of the cards in other places, and began to read them.

My Dearest Bambino,
You make me so incredibly happy
♡ox

My Dear Bambino,
Your love feels like a deep breath of fresh air
xo♡ox

My Sweet Bambino,
I’d rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without you
♡ox ox

Okay, that last one was a little dramatic. He was going to need to have a word with his assistant about toning it down.

“I don’t need the flowers, and I certainly don’t need the attention. It’s Charlie’s hotel, and the action ended up currying in my favor regardless.” He gave a low chuckle, seeming to have finally calmed down, then held up a hand and waved to come closer. As Vox approached, Alastor was unbuttoning his coat and shirt completely with shaking hands, spreading the fabric open to reveal his chest. He then reached out, taking Vox’s hands in his, and holding his fingers against the vertical lines that were almost too faint to see. He guided the other sinner’s fingertips down and Vox knew they didn’t match up, he wasn’t the one to do this, but he also noticed they didn’t seem to curve in the right direction.

When Vox’s hands glided across, they came straight down and even curved into the center of his chest a bit. These lines, however, curved outwards slightly. Alastor released the other’s hands, then paused with an uncertain look in his eyes, before finally reaching up and tracing the lines himself.

Vox stared speechlessly as the Radio Demon ghosted perfect patterns over the scars, and Vox finally realized why there were only seven. Alastor’s pinkie nail had still been trying to grow in at the time, meaning the only explanation was he did this to himself.

He thought back to the cafe in Cannibal Town when Alastor was having his panic attack, trying so desperately to dig his nails into his throat…

Vox immediately bent forward and scooped Alastor into his arms, earning a grunt of pain as he tried to remember not to squeeze too hard. Alastor submitted to the affection without a word, his arms pressed between him and Vox.

“I’ve never felt for anyone the way I feel for you.” Alastor softly explained and Vox could feel tears gathering in his eyes. “I’m not even sure what I feel, but it’s… different.”

Vox sniffled and figured he’d given the man enough discomfort already. He released Alastor onto the mattress, used a finger to wipe a drip from his eye, then pressed both hands onto the bed on either side of Alastor’s chest.

“Is it a good different?” Vox asked with a hopeful smile.

“Hmm…” Alastor hummed in a teasing tone. “I suppose it is.”

Vox figured that was the closest thing he might ever get to a confession and leaned in for a kiss. The fog of jealousy clouding his brain was lifting at last, him and Al were safe in each other’s arms, and they finally had the start of an open line of communication.

Despite the jar having an awful smell when it was twisted open, Vox helped smear the salve over Alastor’s wound, then went to open the little wooden box and was surprised to find three marijuana cigarettes.

“Are you going to help me light one or not?” Alastor asked when all Vox was doing was staring at them with a look of surprise. In response to the catty question, Vox lit the joint with a spark of electricity from his finger and took the first hit. He breathed deep until he had to choke down a cough and handed it over to Al.

“Shit, where the fuck’d you get those??” Vox asked, no longer able to hold the smoke in his lungs as he coughed up his breath. Alastor held the joint between his lips and was still inhaling. Vox watched in awe as the flame consumed further down until Alastor was holding his breath for what seemed like an impossible amount of time. When he finally breathed out, a large puff of white smoke followed and Vox could see every muscle in his body release its tension.

“I’m hungry.” Was all the Radio Demon responded and Vox figured that was his cue to go and fetch them some dinner. He glanced down at his clothes, suddenly remembering how much of a mess he looked and a cunning twinkle glinted in his eyes.

“Where’s your closet?”

~0~

Vox and Alastor were roughly the same size. Same height, same waist, and same inseam. Where they weren’t the same, however, was in the chest and upper arms. Vox did his best to rifle through the other man’s clothes looking for something to wear, and in the end he found a salmon shirt that might be too big for Al, but was still tight around his biceps and impossible to button all the way to his neck. He was able to close the fastenings up to his chest, but even the last one strained on his pecs, and he absolutely adored all of the attention he was receiving from everyone in the hotel’s cafeteria and dining area.

Oh, and probably also because no one was expecting to share a meal with the Media Demon.

“Vox?!” Charlie gaped, shouting his name throughout the mess hall and making all eyes fall on him. He was sliding two trays through the cafeteria line, pretending to mind his own business like he didn’t want there to be a spectacle about his presence. Before long, Charlie and Vaggi were on either side of him with looks of bafflement. He turned casually to Charlie and spoke.

“Is the macaroni salad any good? I’m not usually a fan, but there’s something about it that’s making me want some.”

Charlie continued having a freak-out session and Vaggi was the calm voice of reason.

“What the Hell are you doing here bumming free food for?” She demanded, folding her arms. Vox chuckled and turned to her.

“I was in the neighborhood and your buddy Al invited me in.” Vox explained, indicating for the cafeteria worker to serve some macaroni salad on both trays.

Vaggi raised an eyebrow. “And where is Alastor?”

Vox pointed out the mashed potatoes and gravy next. “He’s resting. There was a turf skirmish and he kinda, well… saved my ass.” He said the last part quietly, but it seemed to be loud enough to snap Charlie out of her spell as she gasped loudly.

“Omigosh!! Is he okay?? What happened??” Charlie demanded, grabbing his arm and shaking it. Vox pointed a dirty look at the princess, silently admitting Alastor was right to mock him for thinking this little powderpuff could ever wind up on the man’s radar.

“He’s fine, just resting.” He replied, continuing down the line and accepting a slice of meatloaf for both trays.

“Uh huh.” Vaggi continued. “And why, exactly, are you still here?”

Vox realized he should’ve thought of a story before coming down, but he’d honestly been too excited to see everyone’s faces of disbelief or chaotic reactions. The night he took Alastor out on their date still gave him goosebumps to recall the noises of shock, and he was a sucker for the attention.

“This place does accept everyone, doesn’t it?” He asked with a crafty smile.

Vaggi narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, but I’m having a hard time believing you’d give up champagne and caviar for meatloaf night.” She pointed out.

Vox thought a little harder, remembering Alastor’s only demand as he was leaving the man’s room.

Behave yourself.

“Isn’t this a place where sinners come to be redeemed?” Vox asked, finally getting to the end and taking a red and a blue sports drink.

Vaggi’s jaw dropped open, the cafeteria workers fixed each other with looks of surprise, and Charlie’s face slowly blossomed into sparkles and sunshine.

“Redemption??!” Charlie exclaimed, jumping up and down with joy before lunging at the man and wrapping him tight in her arms. Vox grunted at the constricting affection, realizing he might’ve made an error in judgement as he gently patted her on the head.

“Mhmm, yup. Thought I’d give it the ol’ college try.” Vox muttered, not entirely sure what seeking redemption entailed.

Vaggi held her head in her hands, muttering a few familiar words in Spanish, and Vox realized someone had marched up to them and was now prying him and Charlie apart.

Lucifer shoved an accusatory finger in Vox’s face. “Nuh uh, no way!! You can’t let this guy stay here, Charlie!! Don’t you remember what he did??”

Charlie immediately reached out and pushed his arm down. “Dad! Of course I remember, but this is a place for redemption!! Everyone is welcome, because everyone has a chance!”

They exchanged a few soul wrenching words with each other while Vox couldn’t help grinning sinisterly at the king of Hell. Charlie called Angel over to get his opinion, and the porn star didn’t seem to be fond of the arrangement, but agreed so long as Vox promised to not harm anyone in the hotel. Finally, Lucifer was relenting.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea, Charlie. What if he’s only here to sabotage everything you’ve worked for??” Lucifer asked.

Vaggi nodded. “He has a point, you know.”

Vox sputtered a laugh. “C’mon! What’s there to even sabotage?! You’ve had one redemption! If I don’t make it, it’s not going to screw up your numbers. Isn’t it worth something that your very own host of the hotel personally invited me here to stay?”

Lucifer folded his arms crossly. “Oh yeah? Does the red guy’s girlfriend know you’re wearing his clothes?”

Vox’s grin turned haughty. “She does, and she doesn’t have a problem with it.” He then balanced one tray on his right arm, held the other tray in his right hand, and walked over to link his left arm with one of Angel’s, steering him to accompany him.

Lucifer balked and sputtered. “You met her??” He asked in astonishment, absolutely flabbergasted. A few others in the dining area made noises of amazement as well. “Well?? Is she hot or not?! The bet’s still going!”

Those words caused Vox to stop midstride, then glance over his shoulder with a saucy smirk. “Oh, she’s super fucking hot.”

With that, he left the dining area in disarray as the only topic of conversation ebbing and flowing through the mess hall was who Alastor’s super fucking hot girlfriend could possibly be. Vox continued walking with Angel until they were just outside the doors, then pulled him aside and crowded him against a wall. Angel cowered nervously until he realized the only thing Vox was doing was discreetly offering him a bill folded in half.

“Oxy.” Was all the Media Demon said. Angel tried to insist he didn’t have any and Vox rolled his eyes, then knocked the back of his hand into the other’s chest. “Don’t give me that, you’re always carrying. Oxy or whatever the fuck else you got.”

Angel grumbled something too quiet to hear, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a few pills, taking the note. Vox flicked a dangerous scowl at him and Angel pulled out a few more.

“That’s all I got, I swear!” Angel insisted, glancing away ashamedly. Vox relented and let him go as he made his way back to Alastor’s room.

Notes:

Absolutely phenomenal spank-my-ass-and-call-me-daddy artwork by MostlyHereForThe616:
hazbinhyperfixationtime

Alright, y'all. Unfortunately, I need to rejoin society. As fun as it's been to spend most of my waking hours writing for this story (it really has been, I've basically spent the last three weeks laughing my ass off and swooning over all of your beautiful comments) I do have things outside of the internet I need to accomplish.

THERE WILL STILL BE UPDATES!! NO TEARS!! NO CRYING!!
They just won't be as frequent. I'm thinking twice a week, maybe Tuesdays and Fridays sometime between 5pm-10pm PST. I've come up with another arch and a half I want to get through, so look forward to more and thank you all for coming on this journey with me!

Chapter 20: Committee Minutes

Vox ensured he was cautious and methodical, kissing Alastor in reverence as he savored the taste and drew out the moment. He made a mental note to shake down Angel for more pain pills after they finished and couldn’t help letting the allure of power go straight to his dick. The Radio Demon; the strongest sinner in Hell with a reputation that stretched on for decades. Their rivalry had gone on so long Vox was honestly starting to forget what the guy was actually capable of.

He had no idea Cannibal Town was a trap. He had no idea Rosie had the resources to turn someone from rags to riches. He certainly didn’t stand a chance against her if she could smash her way through dimensional rifts without breaking a sweat. But having Alastor laid out before him, his powers suppressed and doped up on prescriptions, gave him an incredibly undeserved amount of satisfaction.

Him. Vox the Media Demon. Without threats, without extortion, and without violence, the strongest sinner in Hell invited him into his embrace like no other being in existence. They were currently in the smaller of the two auditoriums of Hazbin Hotel, sprawled across an antique couch behind the stage curtain. Vox had his cables wrapped around the handles of any door that led to it, and the lights were off. The only illumination came from the glow of his screen that was set to the lowest brightness, along with what little light came from the gap beneath the curtain.

Alastor was on his back with Vox crouched over him, thoroughly making out and trying to stay as quiet as possible.

“Remind me what we’re doing here.” Alastor whispered between kisses. His bones still ached, but it was a distant pain dulled by the pills Vox managed to get his hands on. He was still getting used to not being able to summon a single tentacle, and Vox seemed delighted to take advantage of that.

Vox pulled away only to peck a few more quick kisses before speaking. “There’s a seminar being held here that I wanted to listen to.” He answered, also in a whisper, then leaned in to continue kissing. It took a moment after he spoke for Alastor to truly grasp those words and he twisted his head to the side.

“If you wish to be a part of it, then why did you drag me along behind the curtain in the dark?”

Vox snickered, then brushed his fingertips along Alastor’s forehead to push his bangs aside. They’d stuck a large BandAid over the symbol Rosie marked him with to keep the questions to a minimum, playing it off as some simple injury that left him concussed.

“I can’t just leave your loopy ass alone.” Vox reasoned, kissing him down his cheek and along his jaw. “You almost fell down the stairs, and ran into a wall twice.”

Alastor grumbled cantankerously under his breath about it being Vox’s fault for giving him too many painkillers. Vox snorted.

“It was the same wall!”

Alastor yielded his excuses, figuring Vox had some absurd reasoning he didn’t actually care about.

“Besides, I didn’t say I wanted to be a part of it. I said I wanted to listen to it.”

Just then, the doors to the auditorium opened and a collection of voices could be heard entering the space. They took seats in the little flip-down chairs, and Alastor wondered if there were maybe two or three dozen sinners out there. The overlords were safe behind the curtain, so long as they didn’t make much noise, and Alastor realized he didn’t like those odds with Vox draped over him, tucked between his knees.

“You told me you secured the doors.” Alastor accused the man, trying to break away from the kisses but having no luck.

“Yeah, the doors to the stage. No one is going to come up here since the stage is filled with a bunch of props and crap for that knock-off Christmas Carol Sinsmas production your little princess is trying to put together.”

They were indeed in the center of the stage amongst a collection of scene items and costume racks. The larger auditorium was currently under construction for the actual play the residents would be putting on soon, and this space was just used for practicing. Alastor felt himself giving in as Vox refused to stop kissing until he realized there was a thick hard thing poking him in the crotch.

“Don’t even think about it.” Alastor warned only to receive a much harder grind and a cocky smile.

“Oh, I’ve been thinking about it since I saw the emergency meeting announcement posted this morning.”

Alastor wasn’t sure what that meant, but then again he was having a nearly impossible time paying attention. This morning he somehow managed to wake up curled in the arms of the Media Demon, Vox was still wearing the salmon shirt that didn’t fit, and Lucifer was being especially bothersome. The king of Hell kept making comments about Alastor not being that impressive if he got his ass kicked in a street fight, coming up with snide remarks about his ‘imaginary girlfriend’, and being a general thorn in his side until Vox was stepping in and using a threatening tone to tell him to fuck off.

“Alright, everyone!”

A door slammed shut from the audience side of the curtain and Alastor jerked to attention in Vox’s arms. He glanced from the closed curtain to Vox, finding a rascally grin plastered on his features.

“Lucifer?!” Alastor whispered in outraged disbelief.

Lucifer cleared his throat, sounding as if he was right next to the two wrapped up in each other’s arms. “Alright, settle down! I’ve called an emergency meeting this morning so we can address some statements that have come to light. Aussi-gal, if you would.”

Cherri Bomb cleared her throat from somewhere in the audience, then sounded as if she was robotically reading from a script. “On behalf of the king of Hell, I hereby convene this meeting in regards to the notion of Alastor’s girlfriend. Is she real, who is she, and is she just with him because he knocked her up.”

Lucifer hummed derisively then spoke with a sarcastic tone. “Thank you, for always embellishing that last part.”

Alastor was doing his best to struggle for freedom from Vox’s ensnarement, but when a cable tied his wrists together over the armrest of the couch, he pointed a vengeful sneer at the other sinner. Vox simply ignored the man’s murderous intent and leaned in, continuing the make-out session from where they left off.

Lucifer cleared his throat from beyond the curtain. “Alright, first and foremost, have there been any sightings?”

A collective murmur of no’s went through the group and Vox couldn’t help kissing a little deeper.

“I saw something!” A random man’s voice called out. “He was speakin’ to a girl! The one with the long blonde hair!”

A smack resounded through the room, almost like he’d been slapped across the face.

“That’s just Charlie, you idiot!!” Another random voice called out.

Lucifer gave a strained laugh. “Yes, we’ve been over this, people!! Charlie is not dating that freak! It’s some other girl, and we’re investigating this case to get to the bottom of the story!”

Vox ground his dick more fervently, swiveling his hips side to side to go as deep as he could and snickering through a kiss when he could finally feel it. Alastor was getting hard.

“Oh, I saw something!” A woman called out. Lucifer called on her to speak. “There were no flowers this morning! Maybe it’s a sign?”

A murmur of intrigue passed through the audience as Vox started undoing the buttons to Alastor’s shirt and coat.

“Could be a lover’s spat.”

“Maybe she’s finally had enough of him. He doesn’t seem terribly grateful.”

“Does this mean the Radio Demon is back on the market?? Do you think he’d give me a chance?!”

Lucifer grunted irritably. “Come on, people! Let’s stay focused here. Besides, last night, as some of you are aware, Vox the TV man started staying at the hotel. And! He admitted to having seen this lady, and even claimed she’s super fucking hot!!”

Alastor grunted at that news while chattering erupted, turning away from the kiss and throwing a bitter glare at the sinner.

“One thing!! I gave you one condition-!” Alastor was immediately silenced from his whispered nagging with a kiss while Vox was grinding himself intensely like they were fucking. The couch suddenly made a tooting noise, but when no one beyond the curtain seemed to question it, Vox kept kissing the other man passionately.

What sounded like Baxter spoke up amongst the jabbering voices. “If she’s as hot as Vox claims, and he’s willing to speak on it, then perhaps she’s someone famous!”

Vox finally broke away from the kiss and sat up, but instead of being reasonable and ending this foolhardy session, he began undoing the buttons to Alastor’s pants. Through the faint light of his screen, the bottom of the curtains, and the exit signs in front and behind them, he could see the makings of a blush dusting over the Radio Demon’s nose as he stared flabbergasted. Vox yanked his bottoms straight to his ankles, then ducked between his bare legs and began undoing his own pants.

“Vox-!!” Alastor softly warned only to be stopped with another kiss. It wasn’t long before the Media Demon’s pants were down his thighs, grinding their naked cocks together.

“Turns out drugs aren’t the only things you can get in this place.” Vox whispered into the other sinner’s ear before waving a small plastic bottle of lube in front of his eyes alluringly. Alastor wasn’t given a chance to condemn the action before the cap was snapped open and a slicked hand wrapped their cocks together.

Lucifer hummed thoughtfully. “Someone famous, you say?”

Cherri called out excitedly. “Ooo! Ooo! What about Verosika Mayday?!”

Someone laughed and it sounded like Angel Dust. “Verosika?! The succubus pop singer from the Lust Ring?! Come on!!”

More theories were thrown back and forth. That one chick running from the loan sharks? No, Mimzy wasn’t even famous. Katie Killjoy? Not a chance, she’s definitely hate-fucking Tom. What about Beelzebub, one of the sins? No way! Not considering her tastes were large, thick, and voracious.

Vox used a combination of hip thrusts and rigid strokes, his other hand tangling in the back of Alastor’s hair. He felt guilty for adding to his pain, but then again, he seemed to be enjoying it just fine.

Lucifer’s committee continued deliberating while the two overlords were only a few feet away acting like the horniest lovers in Hell. Vox adored every moment, feeling his orgasm building pressure, getting ready to burst. Alastor seemed to be at his wit’s end as well, and it wasn’t long before they were both cumming over the Radio Demon’s bare chest.

“Hey!! Who’s back there?!”

Vox and Alastor flinched at Lucifer’s voice, giving each other accusatory looks at who made too much noise. In the end, it was both their heavy breathing. However, when Lucifer marched across the front apron of the stage and threw the curtain open, no one was there. The antique couch was empty, and no one was hiding behind any of the racks, set pieces, or props. Lucifer gave up, figuring he must’ve been imagining things, and went back to conclude his meeting. Everyone decided to set up covert surveillance and find chances to follow the Radio Demon if the opportunity presented itself, then adjourned for the day.

In the rafters amongst the stage lights overhead, Vox had used a cable to whisk him and Alastor out of sight. His legs were crossed like he was sitting on the floor with Alastor in his lap, his arms wrapped over the other sinner’s shoulders. Thankfully, no one caught them, because both their pants were still around their ankles.

Vox was the first to snort a quiet chuckle. “That was a close one, huh?”

Alastor looked thoroughly displeased as he glanced from Vox’s face to the mess that was now pressed all over his salmon shirt.

“Oops.” Vox smirked, tipping forward for a kiss. Alastor mentally cursed himself for rewarding this behavior, but his ability to use sound logic was in a questionable state. Vox snickered. “At least there’s some clothes down there.”

Notes:

Turns out, habits are hard to break. Also, fuck yeah there's going to be a Sinsmas chapter 🎄🎁

I will not apologize for my ceaseless Helluva Boss references

I also spent some time doing a few rewrites. Just random chapters here and there, but chapter 6 got a bit of a face lift. No new developments, just better wording

Chapter 21: One More Condition

“I said I’m sorry!” Vox insisted, one arm wrapped around Alastor’s waist to help him keep his balance. “We made it to your room. Now you can lie down and I can help you take that stick out of your ass.”

Alastor scoffed. “Yes, then I can rightfully beat you over the head with it.”

Vox ignored the quip as he opened the door to Alastor’s room, guiding him inside and shutting it behind them. As it turns out, jerking them both off on a mostly-empty stomach with an over saturation of narcotics behind a modest curtain separating them from an audience was a recipe for an upset tummy. Alastor was complaining about nausea and blaming the entire thing on Vox, as if he wasn’t partially responsible for using his Radio Demon charm to turn him on. Tripping down the stairs so Vox could catch him, constantly leaning on him through the cafeteria line, walking into the same wall twice which prompted Vox to lead him around by the hand, then not standing up for himself while Lou Morningstar was being a real prick.

Did it have something to do with all the painkillers? Probably. Was Vox happily vacationing in De-Nile? Most definitely.

Vox turned to the coat rack to hang his up, now dressed in Alastor’s pants along with a billowing pirate shirt beneath a decorative Victorian coat. When he turned to help Al out of his, he found the man stumbling to his bed.

And there was a crocodile sitting on the comforter with its mouth wide open.

“Al!!” Vox shouted, running up to stop him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, don’t you see the crocodile??”

Alastor scrunched his nose. “What are you talking about? There’s no crocodile.” He replied in a patronizing tone.

Vox gestured avidly at the creature on his bed. “You don’t fucking see that thing?!?”

Alastor gave him the most disrespectful sneer. “That’s an alligator.”

“That’s the issue you have right now??” Vox remarked incredulously. “Same fucking thing!! I’m trying to be a decent person and warn you before it bites your fucking hand off!!”

Alastor flubbed a raspberry. “They are most certainly not the same thing.” The Radio Demon then continued on, stooping beside the bed until he pulled out a corn husk broom from beneath and started whacking the thing on its snout. Vox watched, positively dumbstruck to witness the spectacle. The alligator hissed at him, causing Vox to jump, but Alastor showed no fear. The thing was probably as long and he was tall and simply hightailed it off the bed with a thump before running back towards the vegetation.

Vox gaped. “It’s a real fucking swamp??!”

Alastor flicked a confused look over his shoulder. “Did you think it was an illusion?”

Vox gripped both hands to the side of his head in a panic, turning left and right to see if he could spot any other ferocious beasts lurking about. “I didn’t think I’d have to worry about waking up with a fuckin’ gator chewing on my leg!!”

Laughter made Vox point a surly frown at the Radio Demon as the other sinner simply climbed onto his mattress like nothing happened.

“I assure you, Vox. They are much more frightened of you than you are of them.” He commented, fluffing his pillow then laying down to rest his eyes. Vox opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but decided otherwise. He suddenly didn’t know where to stand, where to sit, and there was no fucking way he was going to lay down when a fucking anaconda could come out of fucking nowhere!!

Rummaging in one of his library cabinets was followed by rummaging in his bathroom ones next until footsteps approached the bed and Alastor cracked open his eyes. Vox dropped an Alka-Seltzer tablet into a glass of water, leaving it on the night stand to dissolve. He watched it fizzling for a few moments, then glanced at the Media Demon when he hadn’t moved.

“What?”

Vox folded his arms and made a motion with his upper body like Alastor should know what was on his mind. When the Radio Demon continued gawking like he didn’t have a clue, Vox huffed a cranky breath.

“I’m not going anywhere near the side with the swamp.”

Alastor stared a little longer, deliberately taking his time to peer over the edge towards the greenery, then back to Vox. The alligator was nowhere to be seen.

“Then sit in one of the chairs.”

Vox flung his hands in the air before setting them on his hips. “What?? So a pit viper can poison me and I can get eaten by a fuckin’ jaguar when my back is turned??”

There were so many things wrong with that statement, Alastor didn’t know how to start. Instead, he simply scooched his way to the other side as an offer to be near the swamp himself.

Vox was astonished at the audacity of this man. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Is that your solution?!?”

Al understood he was oblivious to quite a few context clues, but couldn’t seem to put them together, and it was clearly frustrating Vox.

“Why can’t we just go back to my place??” He finally asked, unfolding his arms and begrudgingly climbing onto the bed. “C’mon, I’ll suck your dick, break the deal. We’ll go back to my place and cuddle…” Just as Vox was getting his hands on Alastor’s pants, the Radio Demon was shoving them away.

“Don’t you think there’s a reason I chose the hotel?” Alastor gave him a look like he wanted to remind the man of his lack of imagination.

“Fuck if I know, Al. Maybe you missed your swamp puppy??” Vox threw out his hand, gesturing at the alligator who was now sitting in the distance with its mouth wide open. They both stared at the creature for a moment before continuing.

“Rosie won’t set foot in the hotel.”

The Media Demon frowned in contemplation. That was an interesting development.

Wait a minute…

“You think she’s going to come after me again??” Vox asked wildly, not even considering that was an option.

Wait… wait another minute…

His expression dropped, laced with puzzled uncertainty. “No…” Vox set his hands on either side of Alastor’s head, peering straight into his eyes. “You don’t think I can handle myself.”

Awkward silence. Then Alastor flicked his gaze to the side.

Vox was furious. “You don’t think I can protect myself?! I’m the motherfucking Media Overlord!! I don’t need your permission to leave a stupid fucking hotel!!” Vox climbed off the bed, storming to the exit. He gruffly shoved his arms into the sleeves of his coat, buttoning the front and smoothing his hands down the lapels. “Just see if you can fucking stop me!!”

With that, he left and slammed the door shut. Alastor let him go, not willing to put up a fight when he still felt like shit. The effervescent tablet was done dissolving, so he calmly reached out to take a sip.

The further Vox got through the hotel without Alastor running after him and demanding he stay, the angrier he became. When he arrived at the front door, he shoved it open, then slammed it behind himself with a thunderous sound.

Cherri and Angel were sitting at the bar while Husk was tidying up and witnessed the man leave in a huff.

Cherri whistled. “I take it Smiles doesn’t have a girlfriend?”

Angel paused in the middle of sipping his martini. “Nope.”

Vox made it down the stairs, around the corner, down the street, and into a petite coffee shop. He really expected Alastor to chase after him at some point, and when it was evident he wasn’t going to, he began sulking. He ordered a vanilla latte with extra syrup, took a seat at a little table, and pouted.

All these years Alastor claimed they were nearly equals. All these years it seemed as if he was only a few steps behind the man. And for what? For it all to be driveled hype? A way for the Radio Demon to protect the man by simply fabricating his reputation out of nothingness?! No!! He earned this, he built his own empire! He created his own rise to power and every fight he won was with his own strength!! Alastor may have gotten him started, but other than that, he had fuck-all to do with his success!

Vox took a heavy sip of his latte, not terribly impressed with the quality, and confused when someone seated themselves opposite of him.

Then froze.

Rosie waved hello. “Vox, dear! So good to see you again!” She greeted, almost as if she hadn’t been the subject of his nightmares since they got out of Cannibal Town. He tried to stay calm, but wasn’t remotely as talented at hiding his emotions like either her or Alastor. The most frustrating part might’ve been how Alastor was right, and the only way he’d ever learn about it was by the headlines announcing Vox’s death.

“Don’t look so startled, sweetheart! Al’s already on his way over.” She spoke with such an unbelievably sweet tone. Vox stared, perplexed, and she gave a short laugh. “Check your shadow!”

He glanced down at the floor to see two shadows, actually. One was obviously his, and one had a familiar craggy jack-o-lantern frown. The sight sent a flurry of emotions coursing through his veins, but in the end he felt guilty for walking right into this bitch’s snare.

“Oh, that Alastor! Such a talented young man!” She chuckled merrily, daintily placing a hand to her chest. “To think he could still perform a trick or two in his condition. And here I thought my script was thorough!”

Vox fidgeted from his unease, getting an overwhelming sense of déjà vu having a simple chat with this psycho-bitch while Alastor was on his way to rescue him.

“You look well! Love the new coat!” Rosie beamed, taking a sip of her coffee.

Wait a second… That was his coffee!

“So… Tell me about the hotel! I hear you’re giving redemption a shot! That’s mighty noble of you, I’ve heard it ain’t for the faint of heart!” She continued, likely making small talk until Alastor arrived.

Speaking of, the front door was suddenly thrown open, clattering the little bell, and Alastor had his hands extended over his head like he was greeting an old friend.

“Rosie, my dear! So good to be seeing you!!” He declared with the most delightful smile on his face. Despite his tone, his features were pallid and his breath was short. Vox shrank into his chair, more than uncomfortable for the other sinner to act this way after she so easily reduced him to misery not even a day ago.

“Oh. My. Stars! Alastor, sweetheart!! You are positively glowing!” She stood from her seat and the two exchanged a warm embrace.

“I saw that you were in town and just had to come say hello!” He announced, and Vox didn’t miss the way he took a step in front of the Media Demon to keep himself between them.

“Oh, Alastor! You are just too kind!” She replied, flicking her hand playfully. She then twirled her wrist and made his signature red staff appear out of thin air. “I actually stopped by to return this!”

Vox gaped. Return his staff? But at what cost??

“Ah, yes! I was wondering where I misplaced this!” Alastor responded, bowing low and long with a hand pressed to his sternum. Rosie left him there for quite a few seconds until she tapped the end of his staff to his shoulder, signaling him to stand up.

“You’d better be careful, you never know who might get their hands on it!” She pointed out with a little laugh.

“Oh, of course! My sincerest gratitude!! I swear sometimes, I’d lose my head if it weren’t attached to my shoulders!!”

The two gave punctuated laughs, touching each other on the arms and putting up the biggest fucking charade Vox had ever seen. He was starting to wonder if any of their encounters had ever been genuine.

“Oh, and Al?” She continued, walking around to pull a chair for the Radio Demon to sit. He thanked her graciously once more, having a seat right beside Vox. Rosie then leaned between the two of them, speaking in a hushed tone.

“It wasn’t my idea to give it back. You can thank whoever signed this letter.” She explained, setting an unassuming white envelope on the table. “And just so you’re aware, there’s no need to keep cooped up at the hotel! Feel free to wander and explore to your heart’s content.”

Vox was extremely confused at this turn of events until Rosie continued.

“It won’t be tomorrow, and it won’t be the next day. Maybe not even in the next year. Or the next decade!” She gave a flittery little laugh. “No! No… It’ll be when you least expect it.” She reached her hands out to place one on either of their shoulders, pulling them in just a bit closer. “When you’ve forgotten your fear, and you’re living in blissful serenity. When everything in your life is filled to the brim with resplendent joy, I will come. And I will take it.” She leaned closer to Al and whispered as softly as she could. “I will take all of it, and you will never experience happiness again.”

Rosie then patted the two men on their shoulders and excused herself from the cafe. Both sinners sat and stared at nothing in particular until Vox turned and caught the terror in Alastor’s eyes right before he was slapping his usual airy smile across his facade.

“What a delightful turn of events! She truly is too good to me!” Alastor declared, standing and waving his staff overhead. A swirl of green wrapped around him, likely filling in the runes that were carved into his bones and returning him back to full power. “Come along, Vox! We’ve got to get you back to those redemption classes!”

Vox wanted to ask how he could be so calm after an encounter like that, but held his tongue and picked up the letter. They marched themselves back to the hotel, barging through the front door while Alastor regaled the other overlord about tales of his life amongst the living, hiding bodies and sometimes needing to fight off hungry alligators. Vox listened along, laughing when he was supposed to, and wondering if Al had ever hidden his fear amongst his eccentric stories like this before.

~0~

Alastor led the way to his room and quietly closed the door behind them. The second he stepped over the threshold, he was no longer the same person. His fists clenched, his shoulders became rigid, his deer ears collapsed, and his smile was a thin line. He turned to Vox and crowded him against the wall beside the door, his hands pressed beside his upper arms. His chin was tipped down, forcing him to gaze from the top of his eye sockets through his bangs.

“I was content.” Alastor began, catching Vox off guard when he didn’t use his modulator. “I’d go so far as to claim I was happy to watch you from a distance, growing your influence. Becoming who you are today. I’d like to go back to that.”

Vox felt every muscle in his body tense up. “Go back…?!” He scoffed like he couldn’t believe that was even a choice. “I can’t just fucking go back!! This isn’t some little switch you can flick on and off whenever you think it’s convenient!” He set his hands on Alastor’s waist and pulled him closer. “I can’t throw this away!! Not when I finally know what I do now!”

Vox reached up and gently picked at the corner of the Band-Aid on the other sinner’s forehead until he could carefully peel it off. The mark was gone, meaning the Radio Demon had returned to full power and likely also cleansed the narcotics from his system. He was speaking straight from his heart and using a clear head.

Alastor glanced aside, no longer able to meet his eyes. “I don’t need this. I can be satisfied simply knowing you’ve moved on…”

Vox snarled irately, flipping them around so Alastor was pressed to the wall instead. He slammed the palms of his hands against the plaster above his shoulders before trying to reel himself back, shakily clutching his fists. The Radio Demon seemed so small and fragile from how he was looming over the man, and he hated the image.

He hated the idea of being the reason Al was afraid.

“I need this!!” Vox declared. “I need you in my life! Not as some crackpot anti-villain playing a side character role!! And if you actually care about me like you claim to, then you’ll respect that and stop shutting me out!!”

Velvette’s words from the morning after their first date danced through his mind and he took a deep breath, gently placing his hands along Alastor’s jaw. “I know you assume most of my asinine attempts to show affection come straight from my dick, but this is real for me, Al. Every moment we’ve spent together has been like a dream come true. And, not to be dramatic, but I really would rather die tomorrow than live the next one hundred years without you.”

Alastor looked incredibly ill at ease with what he was being told. Vox couldn’t help feeling self conscious at the lack of enthusiasm when he personally couldn’t imagine life ever going back to the way it was. He gathered Alastor into his arms, guiding the sinner’s head to rest against his collarbone and felt a swell of relief when he returned the affection. It was soft at first, just his hands against Vox’s lower back, until he traced his fingertips up his spine to flex into his shoulder blades.

Vox gently squeezed his embrace. “We’ll figure it out, Al. We’ll find a way.” He murmured.

They stood, perfectly content in each other’s arms, until Vox remembered they were given a letter. He fished it out of his pocket, returning his arm to wrap around Alastor as he flipped open the tab and unfolded the single sheet.

He read the first line and felt his breath catch in his throat.

He read the second line and felt his heart skip a beat.

He read the third line, as well as the signature, and reflexively crumpled the paper until it was balled up in his hand.

Alastor stirred. “What’s the matter?”

Vox hugged him tighter, realizing he’d caused the situation to worsen by clearly making a big deal out of it. “Nothing, nothing! Just, umm, just a little surprising is all. Seems as if one of the Seven Deadly Sins is a fan of My Darling Dear and wanted to make sure we weren’t distracted from working on it. That’s all!”

A tentacle suddenly appeared and Vox swore when it plucked the wad of paper out of his grasp, handing it to Alastor. He uncrumpled it, peering through the gap between Vox’s shoulder and screen, and was eerily quiet.

“...Al? You okay?” Vox asked, knowing the answer but still figuring he should inquire.

“Who… is RadioStatic?!” He demanded, speaking through clenched teeth. Vox swallowed nervously.

“It’s, uh…” He was having difficulty finding the right words. “Sometimes, when referring to a couple, people make up a nickname that combines something about each person.” He explained, using a finger to trace delicate lines along Alastor’s back, hoping somehow it would calm him down. When the other sinner wrenched himself out of Vox’s grasp, he could see that it didn’t work. Not even a tiny bit.

“A couple’s name??” Alastor demanded. Vox gave a goofy shrug, trying his best to suppress a smile. “You credited me in your preposterous television show?!? Are you out of your mind???”

Vox held up his hands defensively. “Hold on!! It’s not like anyone’s going to know!! Well, I mean, obviously one person knows, but it’s nothing crazy!”

Alastor was not pacified. “What was it again?? Written In The Throes Of Passion??” The air was beginning to swirl around the man as arches of green electricity began sparking. “And what does he mean by top??”

Now Vox was blushing and unable to make eye contact. He reached an arm behind to scratch the back of his head nervously. “Well, y’see… When I fuck you, that’s me topping you. So…” Vox trailed off, not sure how to end that sentence. Thankfully, it seemed he didn’t have to as Alastor’s features morphed through a colorful array of expressions. In the end, he slammed the letter into Vox’s chest and stormed off through his room, disappearing into his swamp.

Vox carefully took the letter and decided to read it one more time:

Dear RadioStatic,
I wanted to show my appreciation for my favorite lust deal. Not only am I a fan of your show, but I’m also a fan of how you carry out your contract. I’ve asked Rosie to return the Radio Overlord’s staff, but only on the condition that he tops at least once in accordance with your agreement by the end of the six month negotiation.

Lustfully,
Asmodeus
The Sin of Lust

Vox crudely folded the letter, stuffing it into his pocket so he could show Val later.

When Alastor returned, he was hauling what looked to be a dead alligator by its tail. For a moment, Vox felt sorry for the thing, until Alastor easily hefted it onto the little bistro table as if he was going to have it for a meal just like that. Before Alastor could sit himself down to eat his feelings, however, there was a knock at his door.

“Hey, Red Guy! Charlie’s calling an emergency meeting in the front lobby.”

Vox raised a quizzical brow at Lucifer’s voice, then opened the door and seemed to surprise the king of Hell by his presence.

“TV Guy?” Lucifer asked, narrowing his eyes, then glanced past him to see Alastor standing in his swamp with a dead gator flopped over a modest table. Lucifer flicked his attention between the two men as a conniving smile slowly began curling up the corners of his mouth. “Does his girlfriend know about the two of you?” He asked, pointing an accusatory finger between the sinners.

Vox rolled his eyes. With one hand he summoned a cable to snag Alastor by the wrist and drag him to the door, while the other hand collided with Lucifer’s face to shove him out of the way. When the door was shut, Vox wrapped an arm around Alastor’s shoulders, holding him tight as they departed. He then raised his free hand to hold up his middle finger, flipping off the king of Hell while they headed for the lobby.

~0~

Vox and Alastor stood beside one another, each feeling their own swirling emotions of discomfort as Charlie made a very special announcement.

Another person had been successfully redeemed.

Rooster was a forgettable man neither overlord could admit they knew much about, but he gave a speech from the Redemption Camera in Heaven that originally only broadcast updates from Sir Pentious. He admitted to being a drinker, a gambler, and getting killed accidentally by his wife when they were in the middle of a fight. However, despite his initial descent into Hell and feeling as if it was pointless to ever change his ways, he was inspired by Charlie and Sir Pentious to seek redemption.

And he claimed that the TV show My Darling Dear In Red helped him see the error of his ways.

He was able to repent for his transgressions against love, see the fault in his destructive habits, forgive his wife for killing him in a moment of passion, and forgive himself for giving in to temptation. By donating his time to the hotel and hosting couples’ counseling services, he was able to help repair dozens of relationships and inspire others to spread the word of sobriety and healthy communication.

When Charlie was wrapping up the ceremony, she gestured emphatically at the audience, specifically towards Alastor and Vox.

“And!! A great big extra special shout out is in order!!! To Vox and his film team for this absolutely amazing show!! And to Alastor for also being a consultant for it!!”

Cheers and applause rang through the crowd. On the outside they both managed to maintain the appearance of gratitude, but as soon as they made eye contact, they were silent asking each other what the fuck just happened??

Notes:

I swear, this story will not leave me alone 🔥✍️🔥

Chapter 22: No Privacy

Notes:

Check out the artwork that dropped in the bottom notes section of chapters 4 and 19!! MostlyHereForThe616 was kind enough to draw two scenes and I'm beyond grateful 🥹

The disclaimer at the beginning of the fic and the scrolling note at the end are just there because I have no money for commissions and no patience for networking. If you feel the call to do art or ask for my socials just to have a human-to-human chat with no ulterior motives, then by all means go for it. I don't really go on social media to begin with because now that everything is reels, I just sit there like a zombie not blinking for hours. I also don't like playing video games, no longer have anything I want to binge watch, and am very unemployed. Maybe that's why chapters come so fast 🤔

Reporters were quick to swarm the hotel trying to get an exclusive story on the most recent case of redemption, along with whatever else they could get their hands on.

“Is it true he was redeemed after watching the newest episode of My Darling Dear In Red??”

“What are your thoughts on the rumors of redemption being a soul-sucking, back-breaking endeavor??”

“Alastor!! Care to comment on the similarities between you and Alastina from the show??”

“Is it true Vox is here for rehab??”

“Should I kill my second wife??”

Charlie tried to be polite and answer a few questions, but in the end, Vaggi was demanding Alastor throw them all out. He turned into his Mega Radio Demon form, and just as he was about to devour one or two whole, Charlie reminded him they were trying to make their image less violent and more wholesome. So, he returned to his original size, opened the front doors, graciously indicated for them to depart, and used his radio voice through the speakers of all their cell phones and devices to inform them to sleep with one eye open if they didn’t comply.

The front lobby was cleared in a matter of seconds and Vox was not ashamed to admit watching the fiasco turned him on.

The day continued as was originally intended, and Alastor found himself given a clipboard with more of Charlie’s doodles. He was part of the Sinsmas decorating committee and was in charge of putting up a tree along with its accoutrements in the dining area. He originally had a small group to keep him company, but after some gentle persuasion, and a well-timed comment about lamenting not being able to quell his appetite for human flesh by eating the reporters, Alastor was left alone.

Well, almost alone.

Vox was sitting atop one of the cafeteria tables, ripping open what seemed like the one thousandth packet of tinsel garland and tossing it in a large box big enough for a washing machine. There was so much it was beginning to spill over onto the floor and Vox glanced up boredly to inquire with his facial expression if they were done yet. Alastor, on the other hand, appeared to be enjoying this process as he hummed a little tune, tossing another strand of garland into the pile.

Somehow, there were more tinsel packets waiting to be opened, and considering their Sinsmas tree was over thirty feet tall, it might sincerely not be enough.

However, after all their work so far, and because of Vox’s lack of attention in regards to mundane tasks, he figured it was time for a break. He flicked a cable to wrap around Alastor’s waist and slowly pulled him in like he’d been lassoed.

“How long are you going to make me do this boring shit?” Vox griped, finally getting Alastor close enough to be between his legs and bring him in for a kiss. Alastor grunted, having to steady himself with his hands on Vox’s shoulders, but kissing back nevertheless.

“Whatever could you mean?? I thought you were enamored by glittering objects!” Alastor countered between kisses. “The only thing this moment might be lacking is a mobile overhead, or a set of jangling keys!” He held his tinsel over their heads, shimmering it like he was trying to entertain an infant.

Vox scoffed a laugh. “Shut the fuck up!” He pulled Alastor completely into his arms, deepening their kiss and gradually leaning back onto the table which forced the Radio Demon to climb on top of him. Their knees bumped and bungled inelegantly, but in the end Alastor was crouched over Vox with his legs wrapped around the Radio Demon’s waist.

“Haven’t you been enough of a menace already? After Lucifer nearly caught us and I saved you from Rosie’s clutches like a shivering lamb in the maw of a wolf, I believe I deserve more than a singular moment of respite.”

Vox snorted a chuckle. “Yeah, well… We gotta get your practice in if you’re gonna top me by the end of the six months. How many weeks are left? Like, twenty?”

Alastor grumbled a noise of complaint through his teeth. “Fifteen.”

They continued kissing and Vox used this moment to climb his waist further up until their hips were pressed together. “Don’t be so uptight! It’s all in the smoothness of the motion, like waves on the beach going in and out.”

Alastor was not interested in playing along in the middle of the dining hall so close to when the cafeteria workers would be arriving to start preparing dinner.

“C’mon, just a quickie! Doesn’t have to be anything spectacular, we have plenty of time to get you some practice.” Vox pleaded, tangling his fingers through Alastor’s hair.

“No.” He replied, pulling away from the kisses and starting to lose his tolerance. “Besides, the terms were stated to align with our deal. It doesn’t count if it’s outside of V Tower.”

Vox groaned petulantly. “Then let’s go back to my place, fuck all this decorating bullshit…!”

Just as he was finishing that sentence, the handle for the heavy metal door to the dining hall was twisted open, prompting Vox to shove Alastor out of his arms and send him stumbling backwards. In his opinion, he didn’t care who caught them wherever doing whatever, but Alastor was more delicate about the subject and set a ground rule that they couldn’t be found engaging in promiscuous activity, no matter what it was.

Alastor managed to trip over his own feet and go tumbling into the tinsel box, immediately being swallowed up by the garland and leaving no trace of the Radio Demon. It was perfect timing too as Vaggi walked through the door and glanced around in confusion.

“Where’s Alastor?” She asked simply. Vox was seated casually on the table, little flecks of tinsel dusted over his Victorian coat that he started boredly picking off.

“Uhh, bathroom. He went to the bathroom.” He replied lamely, trying his best to act cool. He could only imagine the grumpy expression the man was giving him through the box.

“Yeah, sure.” Vaggi stated, not sounding convinced. “Anyways, when your boyfriend gets back, Charlie has another list of tasks we need completed as soon as possible.” She then walked over and handed him a piece of paper.

Vox choked on a laugh. “Boyfriend?! Where the fuck did-?!”

Vaggi crossed her arms. “You two have been all over each other the entire day. Not to mention you checked in, but never got a room. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

With that, she turned and left. Vox’s heart was fluttering in his chest as he apprehensively glanced at the tinsel box. One of Alastor’s hands poked through the glittering pile, then he snapped his fingers and the garland lifted into the air. In no time at all, it was draped elegantly over the branches while the boxes of ornaments were opened in one great big motion. Everything floated with the help of magic, adorning over the Sinsmas tree until there was nothing left to do.

Vox hesitantly stood and walked to the box, peering over the edge to find Alastor crumpled at the bottom. Before he could offer a hand, however, a tentacle suddenly reached out and snapped him up. With a subdued yelp, he was dragged in and the only thing that could be seen from the outside was an occasional jostling.

~0~

The next bit of decorating was happening outside and Vox was quickly distracted from untangling a bunch of shitty light strands by kissing Alastor.

The only good thing this hotel seemed to have was kissing Alastor.

Alastor was sandwiched between Vox and a tree trunk, lifted into the Media Demon’s arms, and thoroughly captivated by the make-out session. So much so that both overlords almost missed the sound of someone approaching. At the last minute, Vox was tossing Alastor into a collection of bushes and trying to act natural.

Baxter rounded the corner. “Ah, Vox! There you are. I need to speak with you about something pertaining to your internet services.”

Vox pressed his lips thin, entirely displeased to be interrupted for something like this. Just call the technology support line you detestable little cockroach!!

“Baxter! My man!” Vox chuckled stiffly. “The guy who designed my entire security system and then double-crossed me!! Of course, anything for you!”

Baxter readjusted his glasses and dove right into the specifics of the fiberoptic mesh system VoxTek installed for the entire hotel. He claimed the upload and download speeds weren’t performing as they were advertised to and blah blah blah!! Oh my God, would you give it a rest??!

“Buddy!! Hey!!” Vox interrupted, tucking both hands behind his back and fixing the other sinner with a strained smile. “I’m not one of the guys stuck behind a computer all day fixing this kinda stuff for an hourly rate! Why don’t you give ‘em a call, demand some upgrades, and tell them I approved everything. How’s that sound??”

Baxter tapped his chin and gave a conniving smile. “Any upgrades?”

Vox rolled his eyes, but at this point didn’t care about the undertones in the cretin’s tone. “Yes!! Any upgrades! Now, I’m in the middle of some chores for the princess so I’d appreciate it if you’d let me get back to them.”

That seemed to satisfy him, but just as he turned to depart, he flipped back around. “I suppose congratulations are in order for you and the Radio Demon.”

Vox heard the inexplicable sound of shattering glass in his head and felt his eye twitch aggressively.

“As far as I can recall, you’ve been chasing after him with fiendish desire for decades now. And the two of you make a surprisingly enviable couple.”

Vox couldn't manage to come up with an excuse before the inventor was leaving and at some point he gave up trying. He walked back over to where he’d deposited Alastor, finding him glaring from where he was still tangled at the bottom of a bush, and decided to join him. He climbed over the limbs, straddling the Radio Demon as he collapsed forward and crashed their lips together.

~0~

It was the middle of the dinner rush and the hotel lobby was empty. Even Husk was absent from his bar to grab something to eat. Vox was laying on a couch set up to view the giant 150in TV with Alastor seated on his lap, and they were back to making out. Vox just couldn’t help trying to find every chance he could get to coerce the other sinner into canoodling like it was some kind of game. Of course, it came with a lot of rejection, and he could tell Alastor was starting to lose his patience quicker since most of the time today he was elbowed jarringly. Right now, however, he greatly savored this time they could spend kissing.

“Red Guy!”

Alastor froze and Vox muttered a curse between their lips. Lucifer was standing a few paces away somewhere behind the couch and he had a feeling if they didn’t move, they might not have to respond.

“Yeah, I’m talking to you!”

Goddammit…

Alastor sat up. “Lou, what do I owe for the pleasure of your company??” Alastor responded, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

Lucifer gave a snide grimace. “Your company is never a pleasure.” He coughed into his fist, dropping his expression for one that was more neutral. “I’m actually looking for your pal, the TV Guy. Have you seen him?”

A few awkward moments ticked by until Vox was slowly sitting up from where he’d been lying on the couch, giving the king of Hell the most incredulous expression.

“Ah, TV Guy! Perfect timing!” Lucifer strolled up to the two with an iPad in his hand. “I’ve been having trouble connecting to the internet, and the little fish guy said I was beyond his capability of helping. Could you maybe see if you could give it a shot?” He turned the tablet to face the Media Demon and Vox continued staring like he couldn’t believe he had to put up with this. His eyes flicked around the screen, he tapped in a few different places, then gave the man a ferocious side-eye.

“Your airplane mode is turned on…” He informed the man bitterly, tapping on the little icon. In a moment, the internet signal in the top right corner was engaged.

Lucifer grinned and laughed heartily. “Well, duh! C’mon Lou, get it together!” He commented, more to himself than either of the overlords. He then pressed the home button, tapped through a few things, and walked away playing some sort of rubber duck themed game.

Vox and Alastor waited for him to be gone before they resumed kissing like nothing happened.

Until they heard the unmistakable sound of heavy breathing.

They both paused, their lips locked together, as they glanced to the front of the couch to see Nifty standing a few feet away with a feral grin carving across her features.

“Heheh!! Alastor’s kissing the bad boy…” She muttered in a creepy voice.

Vox broke the kiss and gestured contentiously in her direction. “Can we just go to my place already??”

Notes:

NEXT 👏 UPDATE 👏 WILL 👏 BE 👏 FRIDAY 👏👏👏 Otherwise my HR department (my cats) will seek disciplinary action (bites and fights) and give me a temporary suspension (sit on my keyboard)

Chapter 23: A Proper Throuple

Alastor sat crossed-legged in the middle of Vox’s expansive mattress, completely nude. The lights were off, but the room was aglow from the cityscape through the floor to ceiling windows behind the bed. A collection of candles were scattered on surfaces across the room, some being neutral scents, and others claiming to stimulate the feeling of lust.

If they worked, Alastor couldn’t tell.

Red rose petals were dusted over the comforter, the glass bottle of lube had been refilled, and some sort of soft saxophone music was playing at an almost inaudible volume. Vox was digging through his closet for something and Alastor gave a quick yawn. It was getting late, almost eleven, and he was starting to wonder if they could hurry this along so he could go to bed.

“Aha! I found it!” Vox called out as he emerged from the walk-in closet, brandishing some sort of triangular pillow. “Haven’t used this thing in so long, was starting to wonder if I’d thrown it out.” He came over to the bed and tossed it near the headboard, then cleared his throat so Alastor would glance his way. When he did, Vox attempted to sensually lower his robe from his shoulders, letting it drop to his elbows and wiggling an eyebrow seductively.

Alastor blinked.

“Really?” Vox’s expression collapsed, along with the entire robe. “Nothing? Not even to humor me?”

Alastor seemed to realize he’d missed his cue and held his first finger and thumb to his teeth before blowing between the digits to make an impressively loud wolf whistle. Vox jumped at the volume, his face lighting up with a devious smile after the unexpected sound.

“Yeah!!! That’s more like it!!” He cheered, crawling towards the center of the bed. When he arrived, he took Alastor’s jaw in both his hands, bringing him in for a heavy kiss. They moved their lips together, mirroring one another while Vox got to work pressing heavy lines down the Radio Demon’s spine. He arched his back in response, slowly starting to pop a boner, while Vox took extra care to make him hard. He played all the tricks; up and down, back and forth, until he was leading them both closer to the headboard. A cable brought him the lube, a product from Velvette’s Love Potion line that was meant to evoke stronger feelings of pleasure, and used it to coat the other sinner’s dick.

When everything was perfect, he gave a final kiss with a giddy smile, then reached out to situate the triangle pillow so it was under his back, helping point his ass in the air. He beckoned Alastor over by taking his hand, leading him between his legs, and when he reached to help position his dick, he frowned.

“Did… did you go soft??”

Alastor blinked, then glanced down.

“Well, I suppose I did.”

Vox raised an eyebrow, absolutely floored. “You suppose?? You mean you didn’t feel it??”

A heavy exhale curled past his teeth, and Alastor closed his eyes in defeat. “We’ve been over this, Vox. I am not paralyzed, I can certainly still feel all of my extremities.”

“Yeah, but, like…” Vox scratched his head. “How do you not feel yourself going soft?? Does this… not turn you on?”

Another heavy breath, this time through his nose. Alastor gave the man a tired sneer. “I believe that is the point of this asexuality label you keep wanting to give me. I couldn’t even tell you if I remain hard whenever you’re taking charge.”

Vox propped himself up on his elbows, glancing from Alastor to the man’s dick. “Really…?” He drummed his fingers along the sheets. “Shit, this is uhh… This is new for me.” He thought a little bit harder. “What about your other partners, how’d you stay hard for them?”

Alastor considered the question, still naked and kneeling between the other overlord’s bare legs like it was nothing. “Perhaps, with the first one, I’d been told girls bleed upon the loss of their virginity. But it was such a disappointingly small amount I lost interest.”

Vox was dumbstruck.

“With the second, I simply wanted to give it another try before I wrote the whole experience off.”

Vox waited for a moment, wondering if he would continue. “And the third?”

Alastor laughed. “Oh, that was it. The second was much quicker than the first. I don’t think I made it through half a dozen strokes before I was reaching for a knife.”

The man killed two out of his three sexual partners? His odds were starting to look grim.

“Anyone else who avidly petitioned me for sex wound up dead before we could get undressed.”

Vox collapsed onto his back with a heavy breath. “Well… shit. I knew you were a bottom, but damn… I didn’t know it was this bad.” He clicked his tongue a few times on the back of his teeth in contemplation. “How about… Oh! What do you think about when I’m fucking you?”

Alastor blinked, just as clueless as before. “Think about? I can’t really say I think about much of anything.”

“Nothing?” Vox scrunched his nose. “Not even sexy things?”

Alastor gave him a tart grimace.

“Right, right. Sorry, the asexual thing. Fuck… really?!” He gave the sinner a look of pure confusion.

Alastor shrugged his shoulders flippantly. “What is it that I’m supposed to think about?”

Vox raised a hand to scratch the top of his head, trying to come up with what he should even say. He was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable simply lying exposed like this, but Alastor didn’t seem to mind at all. “Well, uhh… I think about how fucked-out you look. Or how hot it is to have you wrapped around my cock. Sometimes I think about Val, or maybe some other fuck piece that stands out in my mind in the moment.”

Vox realized he’d started going soft as well, but all these thoughts were bringing his cock back and Alastor was still simply flaccid.

“Really, just… nothing?”

Alastor shrugged.

Vox hummed thoughtfully, realizing they were getting nowhere and still had to fuck before midnight. He rolled forward off the sex pillow and guided Alastor onto his back, crouching over to whisper into his ear.

“Right now I’m thinking about how much of a bitch in heat you were with my cock grinding against you ten fucking feet away from Lucifer.”

Alastor felt his breath stutter in his throat while Vox took his wrists and pressed them into the mattress over his head with one hand, while the other raked sluggish lines down his ribcage.

“You fucking loved having your control taken away and being used to get me off. Nothing but a fucking curtain separating you from an audience listening to you fall to pieces by my hand.”

Vox was grinding his cock between Alastor’s legs side to side, then back and forth while nipping kisses along his jaw.

“Maybe when our deal is up for negotiation, I’ll make it so whenever I fuck you, Lucifer has to be sucking your dick.”

Alastor let out a strained breath, flicking a bitter glare at Vox for even suggesting such a thing.

Vox chuckled. “You’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you? My fat cock in your ass, your dick down his throat. I bet he’d choke on it before it even got past his tongue.”

That did the trick. Al was rock hard and Vox immediately switched up their positions. He climbed back onto the pillow, pulled the Radio Demon between his knees, grabbed his hard dick, and the second it was near his asshole, it lost about half its hardness.

Vox rolled his eyes. “Al, what the fuck?? You’re supposed to keep thinking sexy thoughts!”

Alastor froze like he was caught sticking his hand in the cookie jar and glanced down, perplexed like this had never happened before.

Vox narrowed his eyes. “What? Only the sight of some cunt able to keep you hard?”

Alastor actually fucking blushed and Vox wondered if, for a moment, there was a pulse of intrigue from his dick. He decided to shelve this conversation for later and pushed himself back up again to be on top of Alastor.

“You’re really high maintenance, you know that right?” Vox grumbled, bringing over the lube so he could slick his own fingers and dick. “And I know they’re literally blue, but you’re also giving me figurative blue balls too.”

Without another word, Vox shoved a finger in the other sinner’s ass, twisting left and right, then inserting the second.

“I should’ve fucked you on that ugly couch.” Vox murmured, scissoring and fucking his fingers. “Taken you dry and made you scream so those disrespectful cunts in the audience knew you weren’t available, as well as which one of us is the one getting knocked up.”

With Alastor’s arms draped over his back and his nails biting into his shoulderblades, Vox inserted himself, groaning in satisfaction while his hands came up to press his thumbs into the side of the Radio Demon’s throat.

“Fuck… you’re so tight for me, Al.”

Vox lost himself in the pleasure, thrusting through the heavy breathing and the lines that were being carved into his spine. He kept a steady pace, trying to maintain a reasonable grip instead of squeezing with all his strength, and watching Alastor’s face as he was gradually losing his calm and unflappable sense of reason. No more proper composure, no more carefully constructed facade. All of it was being stripped away piece by piece for Vox alone to lay witness and it gave him an incredible sense of accomplishment.

When he came, he buried his cock as far as it would go, releasing the other sinner’s throat to also bring him to climax. They laid there, catching their breath for a moment, before Vox was leaning up for soft and sensual kisses. Alastor remained blissfully high on happy chemicals, kissing him back, and not realizing when Vox started moving his hips again. It was without consistency and usually just a little shake or shimmy to savor the moment to the very end, but when Alastor noticed they were starting to fuck once more, he attempted to push himself from Vox’s arms.

“Does it really count as round two if I never pulled out?” Vox murmured, sounding as if he was in a dreamlike state. It wasn’t long before he was slapping their hips together, kissing him deeply, and reaching behind to carve lines down his spine. “I couldn’t help myself, Al. Not when I keep thinking about Lucifer gagging on your cock and choking on your cum.”

A strangled whine from Alastor was muffled by a kiss and he practically lost his will to fight. Vox was kissing and fucking, ramming their hips together with incredible charisma until he came a second time. He knew he was playing with fire and wouldn’t be able to get through a full round two, so he made it as short as he could and hoped Al might even be interested in a round three. He tried pulling the same stunt once again just to see, but ended up with Alastor’s feet pressed into his stomach, shoving him away.

“Geez, fine, I get it!” He griped, crawling back over to still try enjoying some cuddles. Alastor was especially feisty after being conned into another round until his face was lighting up with a blush and Vox followed his gaze to see he’d cum so much inside the sinner it was starting to spill out.

“Nice.” Vox murmured, laying on his back in the middle of the mattress with Alastor held tight to his side.

“Do you ever feel any sort of shame for how incurably carnal you are?” Alastor remarked.

Vox gave a smug smile. “Not even a little bit.”

~0~

Alastor made the decision to stay past midnight and the two were sitting side by side in their robes watching the latest episode of My Darling Dear when Valentino came home early.

The Film Demon gave a dastardly smile. “Oh? Well, look who’s back. I was almost starting to get worried.” He mused, practically gliding across the room to give his business partner a kiss hello. Vox jolted when Valentino took hold of his screen in both hands and immediately started smooching with tongue. After all, Alastor was right beside him, cuddled up with Vox’s arm over his shoulder. When Val pulled away, the evil glint in his eye told the Media Demon he didn’t give a flying fuck who he was sitting next to.

“So? How was it? Did Bambino top?” Val probed, flicking his attention between the two. When neither one immediately began diving into the specifics, his grin became more sinister.

Alastor pointed a stern glower at Vox and he simply pretended not to see it. He’d ended up texting a picture of the letter to Val and the man had simply texted back with the deer emoji followed by an eggplant and a splash.

“Que loco,” Val chuckled, “he really couldn’t handle it? My poor Voxxie.” Without any warning, Val shoved Vox until he was laying against the armrest, his robe separating to reveal he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. “Hola, papi. It feels like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you.” Next, he turned to Alastor, using his two lower arms to manipulate him so he was sitting between the Media Demon’s knees like they were about to fuck. Valentino’s hands stayed holding him, wrapped around his thighs from below as he took a seat on the couch right behind Alastor.

Val leaned in, and with his two upper arms, undid the sash for the blue robe to open it up. “I still don’t understand what my Amorcito sees in you, but if it’s your job to pleasure him, then you’re gonna fuckin’ learn how to do it right.”

Alastor was beyond uncomfortable to have his back pressed into Valentino’s chest, but managed to become more distressed when the Film Demon took hold of Vox’s dick and began jerking him until it was hardening.

“He likes it when you’re a little rough, but don’t forget to stay sweet. And his freaky body gets him wet like a pussy.” Val commented in a low tone. Alastor could forgive the nakedness since it was Vox. He could even overlook being sandwiched between the two men. However, when Valentino inserted a finger into Vox’s ass and began bumping his hips into Alastor’s to make him move rhythmically, he was at a breaking point.

Vox groaned, caught between pleasure and sensing Alastor’s bloodthirsty discomfort. “Fuck… Val, you can’t just manhandle people and start fucking on the couch. What if Velvette walks in on this?!”

Val gave a devious chuckle. “Vel’s out with her chickita. Won’t be back until very late.” He inserted a second finger, still jerking the man off. “Don’t change the fucking subject when I’m in the middle of something.”

Alastor couldn’t decide what to do as he watched Valentino finger-fucking Vox right in front of his eyes. Before he could wonder if this moment could get anymore graphic, Val was pulling his digits free to take Alastor’s and guide their first fingers in together. Alastor felt his eyes widen considerably as his hackles rose, completely shellshocked at where this led.

“Feel that?” Val purred into his ear. “That spot right there.”

Vox was gasping and cursing as the two rubbed their first fingers against his prostate. Val continued bumping their hips together with the rhythm of his finger slipping in and out, and Alastor suddenly found himself mesmerized with what was going on.

“You’re in for a treat; he’s got all kinds of vibrators and warmers down there.” Valentino continued, and the Radio Demon was starting to feel the man getting hard grinding into his back. He cringed at the sensation, halfheartedly trying to free himself from being in the middle. Instead, Val took his other hand, guiding it to assume jerking Vox off.

“Don’t be shy; really tug on it. I have a feeling this idiot will cum no matter how bad you are at this.”

When Valentino removed his own finger, Alastor slipped another in and begrudgingly took over, doing what he could to follow some sort of consistency while Val reached up to play with the man’s nipples. Alastor watched him coming undone, understanding there was a sort of amusement to be had like any other activity. It wasn’t something he’d likely ever seek out for himself, even having the film demon completely clothed in his personal space was making his stomach flip. But there was true passion and dedication Vox had for the task that couldn’t be mistaken. Alastor realized this with his own paltry attempts to reciprocate; there was an art to any craft and he was not afraid to admit this wasn’t his thing.

When Vox finally came, Alastor watched between his face and his release coating his stomach. He removed his hands from where they were positioned, starting to wonder when he’d be liberated from this insufferable proximity. Valentino shamelessly dragged a finger through his spend, licking his long tongue over the digit as a distraction to reach between the Radio Demon’s legs, pressing a full grope to his boxer briefs.

“Oh?” Val commented, genuinely surprised. “Do I detect just a bit of interest?”

Alastor simply plucked the offending hand away, but before he could disentangle himself from these horny idiots, Vox was sitting up to meet him with a passionate kiss.

Will it never end??

He definitely felt regret for leaving the hotel since he was now completely engulfed between the two, but when Vox broke their kiss to instead start making out with Valentino, Alastor had enough. He forced his way out, pausing with a wince once he was standing and noticed Vox’s cum smeared all over the front of his red silk robe.

“What? Feeling shy?” Valentino mused. “You’ve watched us fuck before, why leave now?”

Alastor didn’t bother responding and simply stalked off to use the facilities in Vox’s room.

~0~

It was a bit too early to actually be awake, but Vox couldn’t help the big dopey smile across his face when he opened his eyes. Al spent the night, and Val wasn’t interested in sleeping in his own room, so he was fortunate enough to wake up with both on either side of him.

Alllll the way on opposite sides.

Both of his partners were hugging the edges of the bed as far away from each other as possible and Vox was smack dab in the center. He couldn’t help feeling like this was progress. Maybe one day they’d be a proper throuple.

Just as Vox was imagining the three of them linking arms and skipping to the milkshake parlor together, Alastor was the first to wake up. While he blearily rubbed the sleep from his eyes, Vox took it upon himself to scooch over to give him a kiss and a grind good morning. He immediately received a palm colliding with his forehead, demanding some space.

“Good morning to you as well, your highness.” Vox grumbled, sneaking around the hand to steal a kiss regardless. Alastor struggled to pull away.

“Go bother the moth, I have no patience for your advances right now.”

Vox gave a hefty pout, but had a feeling this was how the morning would be transpiring all along. Both of these prima donnas had refused to concede Vox’s bed. Alastor on the premise of: where else am I supposed to sleep? And Valentino on the premise of: like I fucking care. Vox was enamored by their cat fight, but also by coming in Alastor twice, getting serviced quite a few times by Valentino, and, of course, getting jerked off by the two of them at the same time.

He felt beyond spoiled. Sinsmas came early.

Vox was discovering that being a pest got him exactly what he wanted from Alastor and with persistence he could eventually penetrate the barrage of hands for some good morning smooches. He ground his hardening cock between the other sinner’s legs, and slowly he was starting to calm down.

“What? No good morning kisses for me, Amorcito?”

Alastor’s burgeoning good mood instantly vanished as Valentino draped himself over Vox trying to sneak some kisses for himself. Vox didn’t get a chance to protest before tentacles were appearing from the mattress to shove them both out of the way.

“Wait, Al!!” Vox tried to call out, now wrapped completely in tentacles. “We have that bullshit overlord meeting today!! If I miss another one, Carmilla’s gonna be pissed!!”

Alastor tied the sash of his teal bathrobe and flicked a scathing look over his shoulder. “Service your insect first and see to it he stays out of the room when you’re done.”

Vox swallowed hard. Uh oh…

“Insect?! Are you just going to let him fucking talk about me like that??!”

Valentino pulled and pried his way through the tentacles, but it wasn’t fair because quite a few of them retained amorous feelings for the man from their time together.

“I’m sick of this disrespectful fucker’s bullshit!!” The film demon shouted, coming to stand with only his wings keeping him decent and pointing an accusatory finger right at Alastor’s nose. “You treat Voxxie like he’s a fucking dog you keep giving back to the shelter!! He puts you on a fucking pedestal, and for what?!? For when he first came to Hell and you fucked with his feelings so he’d obey your creepy ass???”

Alastor folded his arms and rolled his eyes hard, speaking with a smug tone. “Oh yes. Poor, pathetic Vox!! Always drawing the short straw and needing someone to come to his rescue!”

Valentino clenched his fists and stomped his foot. “Stop fucking doing that!! All you do is get on my nerves and give me the fucking creeps!! You brainwashed him the first time and it took me years!! Fucking YEARS to get you out of his head for more than a day, and now you’re back fucking everything back up!!!” He suddenly turned to Vox, his tone dropping and his features softening. “I’m trying, mi amor!! I’m fucking trying, but I just can’t fucking sit back and watch him drag you around like a toy he’s trying to break!!!”

Vox could see the perspective from both sides. He hadn’t told Val all the details he’d learned about why the Radio Demon acts the way he does, but he also had a feeling it wouldn’t matter to his business partner. In fact, it might make things worse to know his life was in more immediate danger thanks to Al.

Alastor scoffed. “Vox made his own decisions based on his own free will, I had nothing to do with it. In fact, I did everything in my power to keep him at a distance! But then YOU went ahead and allowed him to gallivant as he pleases like a monkey in a banana factory!!”

Valentino was squinting so hard without his glasses. “You prick!! He’s MY monkey and it’s OUR banana factory!! If you don’t like it, fucking LEAVE!!”

Vox wanted to do something, but he was still tangled in the tentacles and it was also super hot to see these two fighting over him.

Alastor was glaring, his smile hardly even upturned. He spoke in a low tone. “Believe me, I would much rather be anywhere but here.”

With that, he walked away and disappeared into the restroom, slamming the door behind himself. The tentacles gently released Vox onto the bed, and Valentino turned to speak to him.

“You are taking me to the club tonight and that stupid deer is not coming!!”

Vox chuckled nervously. “Relax!! Of course I’ll take you, it’s not even his scene, so there’s nothing to worry about! Come here…” Vox collected Val into his arms and the two made out, which eventually turned into fucking.

When Alastor was finished in the bathroom, he wanted nothing to do with havoc being wreaked across Vox’s bed and disappeared into his shadow to go get some coffee. When he arrived at the machine, he tapped the screen to turn it on and the feminine voice it was programmed with spoke to him.

“Welcome, guest of VoxTek, you have no remaining complimentary drinks. Would you like to make a purchase?” A card reader folded out, displaying a required selection for a 500% tip, and Alastor narrowed his eyes.

“Sorry, dollface.” Velvette spoke from behind him. He turned to find her lounging on the couch with her own frilly coffee, passively reading a celebrity inquirer. “Must’ve reset the machine and forgot to reprogram your profile.”

Instead of getting up and rectifying the situation, she simply flipped the page of her magazine.

“I overheard Val talkin’ and I’ve gotta agree with him. You’re up to something, and the one who’s gonna pay for it is Vox, which means me an’ Val are gonna be the ones pickin’ up after him when you break his heart. Again.”

Alastor growled in his throat, but nevertheless walked over to take a seat on the couch.

“Speak with him on the matter, not me. He’s the overly emotional one with attachment issues.”

Velvette flicked a dangerous glare at him. “Oh, is that right?? Then why don’t you get in there and break your fuckin’ deal?! It took both of you to make it, and both of you can break it! But instead, you keep deciding to show up, pretending like you don’t have feelings for him. Val’s right; you’re a manipulative fuckin’ prick.”

She flicked her magazine and continued reading. Alastor muttered a few grievances under his breath but ultimately got up to use the phone in order to send someone from the front desk to fetch him a simple cup of black coffee.

Notes:

HR lodged their complaints; there were many keyboard sits to be had, but I persisted. Regardless of how cute those tippy tapping little paws are. I also realized if I want Sinsmas to be posted before Christmas, I'd better get a move-on. Next chapter will probably be Sunday.

Chapter 24: Idiots In Love

Time practically stood still at the overlord meeting considering anything worth noting was already old news. The topics mostly consisted of the newest redeemed sinner, My Darling Dear breaching into the top twenty most popular TV spots in Heaven despite being a product of Hell, as well as rumors of a rogue turf skirmish.

So yeah, this whole fucking meeting was centered around Vox and Al fucking each other. And it was killing the Media Demon that he couldn’t gloat about it.

But what was more aggravating was the fact that, despite the two of them arriving in the same vehicle, Alastor refused to sit next to him. Instead, he chose to be next to Rosie. The sight from across the table was enough to make his blood boil, especially when that bitch made quippy little comments.

“Oh, Alastor!” Rosie had exclaimed, her look of concern no longer fooling Vox. “I heard you were in the middle of that scuffle! Are you alright? You aren’t hurt, are you?”

Vox had needed to hold himself back from snapping a leg off the table and using it to beat her to death with. He tried imagining her face while being electrocuted, or an unstable ceiling tile caving her skull in, or simply using one of his cables to stab her through the eye.

Specifically the right one.

Then she’d also commented on the show.

“Oh, Alastor! I heard you were consulting for that new soap opera! To think, our very own Radio Demon would be helping write one of the most influential romances of our time!”

Oh barf!! Oh, Alastor! Oh, Alastor! Oh Alastor!!! Shut the fuck up, bitch!!

Vox sat stewing in his own misery, also angry that Val and Vel refused to join them because it’d mean sharing the limo and being at the same table with Al. So now he was forced to sit by himself watching those two converse and giggle between each other like they were the best of friends!!

Carmilla was dragging this meeting through the fucking mud, and all Vox wanted to do was take Al home so he could show him a proper fucking instead of what they rushed through to get out the door. He’d managed to sneak a few kisses in the limo, but something else seemed to have crawled up the man’s ass because he was back to being pissy.

Maybe they should’ve just continued making out around the hotel. Who knows; if he stayed there long enough, perhaps he’d get good at wrastlin’ gators.

All work and no play was proving to make Voxxie a very dull boy, so he decided to try sneaking a little attention from the man rude enough to steal his heart and leave him on read.

With a sly smirk and an active imagination, Vox called upon a thin little cable to extend from the ground at Alastor’s foot and start making its way up his pant leg. Vox was immediately rewarded with a testy inhale as well as a dangerous flick of the Radio Demon’s eyes, then nothing. He wrapped the cable slowly, methodically, around and around his calf, over his knee, and circling up his thigh. The further along he got, the harder it became to contain his entertainment.

Alastor was like a statue, his expression not budging an inch, even as Vox paid extra attention to tickling his way up the sinner’s inner thigh and eventually arrived at the main course between his legs. He used the cable to twist and rub, shamelessly exploring and imagining all the ways Alastor was going to let him have it on the ride home. He could see it now; yelling, cursing, then evolving into kissing and Vox discreetly informing the driver to take the long way back.

Just as he was traveling up to scout whether there was any slick leftover so he could really explore down under, something, likely a tentacle, burst from the floor near Vox and struck him in the leg like a kick.

He grunted and reached down to rub his sore shin, then seemed to suddenly remember where he was.

Carmilla cleared her throat. “Care to make a comment, Vox?”

The Media Demon grinned sheepishly. “No, no. Just a, uh, sneeze.” He faked a sneeze, trying to make it sound like a hybrid with a grunt.

Carmilla raised an eyebrow. “Right. I believe that’ll conclude our meeting. Heaven may have ended the exterminations and started welcoming the redeemed, but that doesn’t mean they’re through with trying to use violence to control us.” She finalized the session with some tips and pointers, then moved to adjourn. As everyone was chattering and standing, Carmilla cleared her throat again.

“Alastor, Vox. A word with you two.”

Vox scrunched his lips, wondering what this could be about until he got to watch Rosie and Al bid each other adieu which sent his spirits soaring. He turned his attention to Alastor, but the man simply sat, boredly inspecting his fingernails while Vox continued having the cable slowly spiral in a loose coil up his waist, making sure to graze over his nipples when he got there.

When the last person left and the door shut, Carmilla fixed a wrathful glare on the Radio Demon before strutting up to him and whacking the back of her hand across his cheek.

Vox immediately bolted to attention in his seat. “Woah, what the fuck-?!!” When he glanced back at Alastor, however, he simply seemed resigned to the attack.

Carmilla reached into the collar of her shirt, pulling out a chain with two wedding bands on it, and yanked it from her neck. “I warned you, didn’t I? All those years ago when you came to me for advice.” She tossed the necklace on the table in front of the man. “Hell is unforgiving and cruel. If you’re arrogant enough to believe you’re the exception, then your punishment is guaranteed to be merciless.”

Vox darted a glance between the two. “What the fuck are you going on about?? It’s just a fucking soap opera, we’re not…”

Carmilla silenced him with a single look. “If you’re trying to be discrete, then you are failing miserably. I’d suggest getting a better handle on your emotions before this spreads all through Hell. And quit looking for sexual favors in the middle of my meetings.”

He gave a sour frown, but nevertheless, Vox retracted his cable.

Carmilla turned back to Alastor. “You consulted me on my own personal experiences and I gave you my advice. Now you’ve thrown it all away, and for what? Some television show to announce yourselves throughout the Seven Rings and Heaven above?”

Vox jolted to sit upright in his chair and pointed an indignant finger in her direction. “He had nothing to do with that! I was the one who green-lit the project! Besides, what we do in our own personal lives doesn’t need a single fuckin’ word of approval!” He glanced at Alastor, hoping for some sign that he agreed, but he continued to stare at his hands folded on the table, a look of consternation practically leveling out his smile.

“So,” Carmilla began, “you alone created an entire show, broadcast as far away as Heaven, and didn’t seek approval from the man you based the story on?”

Vox felt the sum of his vocabulary simultaneously evacuate his brain. Thankfully, she was no longer looming over Alastor, but now she was coming around to give the Media Demon a piece of her mind.

“It always starts with some idiot. Just when we’re coming into true power, when our presence is established and our reputation precedes us, some fool has the nerve to turn everything upside down.” Carmilla stopped an arm’s length away, glaring intensely. “They might be weak and filled with illusions of grandeur, but there’s something about them that makes us think we should give them a chance. So we let down our guard, and before we know it, they’ve become our greatest liability.”

Vox felt incredibly small with this giant lady towering over him. He turned once again to Alastor, but he was still only staring at his hands, and the rings remained where Carmilla had tossed them. Vox couldn’t say he knew the whole story, but he did know she went through an extraordinary heartbreak at the loss of her partner. The woman responsible for the largest and most well-organized weapons manufacturing facilities Hell had ever seen, reduced to an emotional wretch like some sappy chick-flick.

“I told Alastor his best chance at living a life with you in it was to keep you as far away from him as possible. He’d already taught you everything you needed to know, helped you build the foundations of your powers. After all, he was gifted with the greatest willpower any of us could only dream of possessing; a complete disinterest in maintaining a physical relationship.”

Vox blinked. Willpower? We?? What the fuck was this bitch smoking??

“And yet,” she continued, her tone softening into passivity, “he still somehow managed to get dragged along in your nonsensical bullshit. Regardless,” she turned to Alastor, “you should be proud you managed to make it this many decades. I don’t know of a single soul who was able to spend so much time with the one fated to destroy them.”

Vox snorted a chuckle, then laughed hysterically. “Destroy?? Carmilla, please! The only one around here doing the killing is you!”

He continued laughing and Carmilla folded her arms, her expression devoid of amusement. “You think I don’t know the trajectory you two are on? That I, and several others, haven’t lived through this exact same experience?”

Vox wiped a tear from his eye. “I think you’re making a mountain out of a mole hill. We’re just fuckin’ around, trying to have a good time. You know me! Always with some new side piece of the week. Maybe even a new one each day!”

“Oh? So the idea of Alastor in the arms of another doesn’t send you into a frenzy?”

The Media Demon froze, wondering how she could know such a personal quality about him. He didn’t even think Val knew the depths of his jealousy when it came to Alastor. There were times Angel Dust aggravated him with how close he and Val got, but nothing to the extreme gut-churning reaction he felt from the thought of Alastor being with anyone else.

“That’s how it always starts; a passionate love that consumes your essence and makes you act irrationally. If not marriage, then something strikingly similar.”

He sputtered. “Marriage…?! Come on…”

“Then, there will be children.”

Vox wheezed. “Children?? Are you listening to yourself?? Sinners can’t reproduce, and even if we could, we’re guys…!”

Carmilla took a step closer to be in his face. “Do you think I ever wanted to be a mother down here? Do you think I had a shred of interest in being responsible for the life of another?” She narrowed her eyes and Vox swallowed hard. “When I arrived in Hell, I did so with the express understanding of looking out for myself and myself alone. When those girls came to me, children sent here for circumstances far beyond their control, it changed every fiber of my being. Mine and my partner’s. We took them in, called ourselves a family, and now everyday I risk losing them too.”

Vox was speechless and Alastor was silent. Were they really on some predetermined path of suffering? Was this all playing out like some tragic movie reel unfolding scene by scene before their eyes?

“I thought I could help the two of you. I thought you might even have the greatest chance among those cursed to never be allowed to obtain their greatest desires, but it seems no one is spared from suffering a loss such as this.”

Vox felt his heart leap into his throat and he turned to Alastor. “Say something!! Am I just supposed to die and leave you as some emotional wreck?! Is that my whole purpose for existing in this fucking place?!”

Alastor finally looked up, and the absolute defeat in his eyes was enough to make Vox even angrier.

“I never wanted you to find out, because I never wanted to see you lose who you’ve become.” Alastor spoke solemnly.

Vox abruptly stood, ripping the seat from under him and sending it crashing into the wall. He rounded the table and came up to Alastor, spinning his chair so he could press the palms of his hands into his jaw, forcing their eyes to meet.

“Don’t fucking listen to this sappy fucking bullshit!! It’s not real, it’s not us!! You don’t know for certain any of this will happen, so how could you so easily write it off??” Vox demanded, disbelief lighting up his eyes. “You told me you don’t need a deeper connection… Then why did you stay?! Why do you keep coming back?! Why don’t you just kill me and save yourself the fuckin’ trouble??!”

Alastor’s pupils turned to pinpricks as his hands came up to press against Vox’s.

“We’ll rewrite destiny, Al. I’d move Heaven and Hell to be with you! And, if I die, then I guess I’ll just have to wait for you in second Hell.”

He moved a thumb to catch a tear from Alastor’s eye and for a moment they were the only two people in the room.

Carmilla unfolded her arms, placing a hand on her hip. “The moment he accepts you completely is the moment you sign your own death certificate. I can’t stop you from making the same mistakes as I did, but you can heed my warnings nonetheless.”

Vox took Alastor’s hands in his, guiding him to stand and giving Carmilla a look of distaste. “Keep it to yourself.”

With that, he led Alastor out of the room, still grasping a hand tight through the elevator until they made it to the ground floor and, as the doors opened, Al was pulling free. Vox swore under his breath, but persisted seeking affection. He snuck his reach around the small of the man’s back, guiding him through the lobby and out to the limousine waiting for them. When they piled into the back, their driver asked where they’d like to go, and Alastor was the one to speak.

“Back to V Tower.”

The driver nodded, then pushed the button to raise the privacy screen.

Vox felt his heart fluttering in his chest as a wobbly smile broke across his face. He immediately pulled the other man into a kiss despite how stiff and noncompliant he was reacting, threading his fingers into his hair and wrapping him tight in his embrace.

“Don’t fucking listen to them, Al. They don’t fucking know what they’re talking about.” Vox stated between kisses before dragging the other sinner to straddle his lap. He brushed red bangs from his forehead, leaning in to place a kiss upon it. “We’ll figure it out. Radio and Video; there’s nothing we can’t do.”

Alastor hummed in tepid uncertainty, back to using his modulator. “I suppose it can’t get much worse than what Zestial had to go through.”

Vox raised a curious brow, placing both of his hands on the Radio Demon’s waist. “Oh yeah? That spidery creep had a love curse too?”

Alastor nodded, tracing a first finger along the edges of his screen. “Yes. And in order to spare himself the inevitable heartache, he killed and ate his partner and children.”

Vox felt himself lose a bit of color in his features, especially when Alastor slowly licked his tongue along his upper lip like he was considering the idea. He chuffed a nervous laugh. “You’re fuckin’ lying, there’s no way…”

He waited for a response, but when there was no indication he’d be taking the statement back, Vox let out a timid whimper.

Alastor snickered. “Ever since that day many centuries ago, he’s been afflicted with a despondency with no end in sight. He confided in me once that he used to dress in a magnificent array of colors and sing in the streets for coins, just to donate them to the local soup kitchens.”

Vox let out a thoughtful “huh” only to be easily distracted by the overwhelming urge to kiss the man in his lap.

~0~

When they made it back to V Tower, Vox chewed out his business partners for being world-class assholes by deleting Alastor’s profile from the coffee maker, and instead added the Radio Demon to his own personal one. He made sure to set the top favorite drink as black coffee so it would be easy for Alastor to find, and when it came time for him and Val to head for the club, he set the TV to play 1920’s and 30’s music from the internet radio. Velvette was already at the place with her latest fling, Verosika Mayday, and he and Val were finishing getting ready.

Vox emerged from his room wearing classy black shoes, teal skinny jeans, a matching teal turtleneck shirt tucked in, a bright red belt, and a lightweight tailed black jacket with the sleeves rolled up.

“Alright, Al. Are you sure you don’t want a ride back to the hotel?” He asked, coming around the couch and placing both hands on the other sinner’s shoulders. Alastor tipped his head back with a confused expression.

“Why would I do that? I thought we were going to the club?”

Vox felt his eyes widen in trepidation right before a string of swear words were belted in Spanish down the hallway to the bedrooms.

“That pinche pendejo is NOT COMING!!!” Valentino shouted before emerging in a huff. “Tell him, Vox!!!”

Vox turned back to Alastor, feeling like the words were going to rip his heart right out of his chest. After all, he’d promised Val this was just going to be the Vees, and he knew having Alastor around was starting to step on some toes. Not only that, but he and Al had spent the last five days in each other’s arms. Earlier this afternoon, they were cuddling on the couch and then sharing dinner with drinks on the terrace. It might be nice to have a bit of time solely between him and Val.

“Al, umm. It’s not really your scene.” He spoke softly, hoping Al would just take the hint. "They’re going to be playing house music, not ragtime jigs. There’s all kinds of people getting into your personal business, I don’t think you’d enjoy something like this.”

Alastor was still staring at him from over the back of the couch. “They serve alcohol, don’t they? I’m sure I’ll find some sort of entertainment to occupy myself with.”

~0~

The ride to the club was awkward. Val was not happy to have the Radio Demon tagging along, and Alastor was not pleased to be told he’d have to change. Vox tried explaining why he shouldn’t wear his signature red fit into the fucking club, but eventually gave up and told him to change or he wasn’t coming. So, Alastor was wearing solid black slim-fit pants, a white belt, a tucked-in dark gray collared button up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, and the top button specifically left undone. It was all Vox could do to get him to look like he intended to go to the club instead of simply being lost, and he honestly just looked like a bartender.

When they got inside, Valentino immediately made a rude comment about Alastor needing to be the one to bring them a round of drinks, and the man was surprisingly acquiescent. When Vox tried to hand him some cash, however, Alastor turned him down and informed him he’d already raided the Media Demon’s wall safe.

“You’re the one who keeps taking all my fucking money?!” Vox had exclaimed, completely blown away by the reveal.

“I fuckin’ told you it wasn’t me!!” Valentino shouted at the man.

However, that conversation was nearly an hour ago and the two Vees were already working on their second rounds surrounded by Valentino’s crew of aspiring talent. Vox was starting to get mad and shoved an ass off his lap and a pair of tits out of his face.

“Where the fuck is Alastor??” He demanded loudly over the volume of the music.

“Like I fucking care!” Was all Val responded, leaning back to continue interviewing someone about how many dicks they could suck.

~0~

Vici Mortem was an imp for hire with an impeccable track record of kills. He’s the kinda guy who gets paid fat stacks to finish jobs no one else could do amongst the overlords, mob bosses, and royal families. Assassinations, poisonings, made to look like suicides; he could do ‘em all. So when he was given a task to make Vox the Media Demon meet his demise, he took the reconnaissance very seriously. He knew so long as the Radio Demon was nearby, it’d be unlikely for him to get a clear shot, but it was just his luck the three decided to spend the night in a club. Loud, obnoxious music, dark settings with strobing lights, as well as people dancing and grinding meant it was easy enough for him to blend in and not be noticed.

He was laying across one of the catwalks overhead, trying to get a clear shot of his target while the man had all kinds of pretty-faced people dancing around him. Vox wasn’t an ordinary target; he was a man with an android body, meaning if he was going to be taken down, a special type of nanobot infused bullet was needed, along with a world-class knowledge of computer hacking. With this one bullet, he could transmit data into his digital filing system, hire someone from the black market to hack it, run the kill program, then destroy the body once it was rendered immobile. It was complicated, and the bullet was damned expensive, meaning if he wanted to turn a profit, he had to be extra diligent.

“Oh? Is it really so convoluted? I’d heard a rumor that it was as simple as destroying whatever technology is located behind his eye.”

No, that’s a load of garbage someone came up with to make themselves sound like they knew what they were doing. He’d assured his employer of this, and that was how he scored the assignment.

Vici had a habit of talking out loud once in a while, unbeknownst to himself. He had trouble figuring out which was his internal, and which was his external voice once he was in the zone. It was the reason he usually chose long-ranged attacks, which worked in his favor to become one of the top assassin imps in the Seven Rings.

“Is that so? Then I imagine there’s not many more who could outmatch you!”

There might be a few, but for the most part his prices and services were equally weighted, which meant he was one of the more popular hits for hire and always had work coming.

“Well, I suppose your customers will be missing you something fierce after this.”

Vici raised an eyebrow, suddenly wondering why he was speaking to himself in a mid-atlantic accent until he glanced over his shoulder to find Alastor the fucking Radio Demon sitting on the catwalk with him!!

“Shit!!” Just as Vici turned to point his weapon at the man, a collection of tentacles sprang out, wrapping him in their clutches and easily silencing him. He was relieved of his weapon and Alastor gracefully stood.

“Now then; would you say you’re right or left hand dominant?” Alastor asked with a pleasant smile. Vici stared fearfully at the man, wondering what he could be plotting, and slowly raised his right hand to indicate that one.

“Marvelous!”

The tentacles suddenly moved, forcing Vici onto his chest with his left hand extended and his face pressed into the grooved metal walkway. He didn’t get a chance to plead for mercy before Alastor was stepping a foot onto his bicep, then grabbing his wrist to peel his arm backwards until his elbow snapped and he began tearing it in two.

Vici screamed, but between the tentacles covering his mouth and the pounding of the music, there was no one around to hear him. Alastor pulled and ripped, twisting this way and that until the last of the tendons squelched apart and black blood began seeping everywhere. He stared in horror as the Radio Demon then knelt to perch in a squat, bringing the lower half of his arm to his face, and sinking his pointed teeth into the flesh.

Tears streamed down the imp’s face. When was the last time he’d cried? Probably not since a child, not after being raised in the wrath ring and having to fend for himself on the streets. This, however, was a new type of horror.

Alastor made one of the tentacles wrap around what was left of the arm, attempting to staunch the bleeding so he could at least get through a few questions.

“Are all imp-kind this acrid and bitter-tasting, or is it just you?” Alastor spoke with a gleeful lilt to his voice, but he couldn’t blame the other for simply staring in abject terror. “My goodness!! I was beginning to think I was growing delusional amongst my paranoia! It certainly does feel vindicating to know I wasn’t completely out of my mind this entire time.” He laughed uproariously, flinging his head back. “All this while I was biding my time, waiting for some would-be killer to spring out of nowhere, and now you’re finally here. I’m sure Vox won’t be pleased to know there’s a hit on him, but I suppose I should at least be content it isn’t an open call to arms.”

Alastor held the forearm and took a bite like it was a turkey leg at Disneyland. He crunched and smacked through bone and cartilage, taking another bite for good measure and swallowing heavily.

“Absolutely putrid! I certainly hope they don’t send any more of you lot. I quite like the fish people, they taste like…” Alastor paused and tapped his chin thoughtfully. “Well, they taste like fish!” He chomped another bite, already down to the wrist and Vici figured he should start getting his spiritual affairs in order.

“Now then, would you mind letting me know who it is that hired you??” He inquired, tossing the imp’s hand into his mouth and finishing off his snack. It looked as if he wanted to say something, but once Alastor lowered the tentacle, Vici was on the cusp of letting out a scream. Alastor closed his eyes and shook his head dejectedly through the muffled cries, then stood and walked around to his legs.

The tentacles flipped the imp over and he tried shouting a few apologies, but it was no use. Alastor used the same trick by pressing a foot into his thigh, then wrenching the lower part of his leg against the bend in his knee to snap it free and begin ripping apart the flesh.

Vici screamed through the whole affair. His vision whited out for a few seconds, his vocal cords felt like they were shredding to pieces, he’d never been in such pain and couldn’t even bring himself to wish this upon his worst enemies. What remained of his arm and leg felt hot, the rest of him felt cold, and he let out a much smaller yelp when he felt another tentacle wrapping around his thigh to help slow the bleeding.

Alastor appeared once again, kneeling and holding the calf up to take a bite. He suddenly made a face, then picked a bone from between his teeth, likely the kneecap, before tossing it into his mouth and swallowing it whole.

“Now then! Would you like to try that again?? You’re going to die regardless of how you answer, so might as well suit my fancy and let me get this over with quicker!”

Vici thrashed and struggled, but that only seemed to make the tentacles constrict tighter like snakes and he realized he really was going to die.

“What’s this?? Do you have a wife and children back home?? Perhaps an ailing mother you take care of?? If your employer has the ability to dangle their livelihoods over your head as a precaution, then I could also certainly pay them a visit and show them the same lack of mercy I’m bestowing upon you!”

Tears streamed endlessly down the imp’s face and he made a motion like he was willing to speak. When Alastor lowered the tentacle, he took a voracious bite of the leg and Vici didn’t scream.

“Rosie!! It was the overlord Rosie who hired me!! Please, my kid’s in college studying to be an engineer! Spare my family!!”

Alastor hummed thoughtfully, nibbling a smaller bite. “Not a very noteworthy conclusion, but I suppose I can be reasonable sometimes. After all, I did spare your right arm.”

More tears puddled along the catwalk and Vici thanked him profusely.

“Love certainly is a fickle thing, wouldn’t you agree?” Alastor mused, his tone lost and airy. Vici gave him the most confused scowl he could muster while bleeding to death. “I myself have never been in love. I probably wouldn’t know I was, even if Cupid struck me with his bow right before my eyes.”

Alastor took a seat, letting his legs dangle over the side of the catwalk between the rails. He found Vox in the crowd, now seated at a table with Valentino and a whole mess of people in risqué outfits. Vox was making out with some gigolo, Valentino with some whore, and they both looked to be having a fun evening. Alastor took another bite out of the leg, reminding him that it tasted terrible, and wondered if he’d be scolded by Vox for picking off one of the fish people amongst the crowd to cleanse his palette.

“My good fellow, I’m at a loss for how to proceed! Normally this sort of thing would be simple, but I truly can’t seem to bring myself to end his life. How did Zestial do it??” Alastor took another bite and turned to Vici, noticing that the imp was deathly pale and hardly conscious. “Hah, you’re right! It is ludicrous to be so enraptured by one individual, but I just couldn’t help myself.” He set the leg aside and leaned his forehead against one of the bars, letting out a surprisingly dreamy exhale.

“He says the most ridiculous things, you know.” Alastor mused, swaying his feet gently. “He told me he’d move Heaven and Hell to remain by my side, and considering he’s destroyed the gates of Heaven and nearly detonated a ring or two of Hell, I might be inclined to believe him.”

Alastor leaned back with a contented breath, setting his hands on the metal catwalk and feeling something wet and sticky along the surface. He turned and could make out the shimmer of black blood trailing behind him, just missing the seat of his pants.

“My goodness! We certainly have made a mess, haven’t we??” He chuckled and turned to Vici, but the imp was obviously dead as the tentacles were releasing his corpse. “Well, that’s too bad! But I suppose it’d be in poor taste to go after his family when he answered my question.” He stood and lamented not being able to brush off his pants with such dirty hands. One of his tentacles appeared before him, curled like it had something in its grasp, and when he held out a hand, it placed an oddly designed bullet in his palm. It must’ve been the nano-whatever, and Alastor dropped it in his pocket, then ventured off in search of somewhere to wash up.

~0~

Alastor couldn’t help walking around with imp blood all over his gray shirt, but thankfully it was black so everyone seemed to think it was a fashion choice. He was sitting at the bar, working on his second double whiskey when someone sat down beside him. She was rather tall with pale pink hair, hot pink horns and complexion, and if Alastor wasn’t mistaken, she was a succubus.

“Cool shirt, Red. Buy me a drink?”

Alastor considered it and shrugged. “I suppose. It’s not my money.” She laughed and placed her order while Alastor flicked a few bills on the counter.

“I like your style, Red. You looking to score some pills?” She spoke with a melodious tone, making sure to squeeze her elbows together to make her boobs pop.

“No, no dear. I’ll be fine with this,” he gestured to the glass, “and I have a feeling my compatriots have their own supply.” She shrugged simply and when she was handed her drink, a familiar laugh could be heard behind them.

“I fuckin’ told you, Ver!” Velvette declared, walking up to them. “Your song don’t sing in his key.”

Alastor gave the Vee an unimpressed expression, wondering if she was just here to make fun of him.

“C’mon, twink! Your fuckin’ boyfriend is losin’ his mind lookin’ for you.” Velvette stated, drunkenly waving for Alastor to follow. As he stood, he accidentally bumped into Velvette’s date, Verosika Mayday, who was also tagging along, and held a hand to her shoulder as he apologized. No one was hurt, no drinks were spilled, no feelings were bruised, and somewhere in a nondescript corner, the flash of a camera kept going off.

When they got to Vox, he whirled around to find Alastor perfectly alright and holding the last few sips of his whiskey.

“Al!! Thank fuck!!” He ran up to the other man and wrapped his arms around him, obviously very inebriated. He also didn’t notice when Alastor’s shadow appeared from his own, slithering back to rejoin its master after helping keep an eye on the Media Demon. “I was so fuckin’ worried about you!! Don’t fuckin’ disappear like that!!”

Technically, Alastor had been away from the Vees for about four hours now. The first half an hour was spent scoping the area, and then there was about twenty minutes where he was dealing with the imp assassin, and for the other three or so hours he was sitting at the bar having off-and-on conversations with people complimenting his shirt and asking if he wanted to buy drugs.

Vox was crumpled in his arms, and Alastor was sure he was actually crying, so he patted him on the shoulder.

“Is it time to go home, Vox?” Alastor asked, glancing out at his two business partners who spoke for him.

“Fuckin’ get him out of here!! I’m tired of him bitching about not being near you!!”

“Get the sad fuckin’ sod home!!”

The consensus seemed unanimous, and Val helped call the limo to the front. Alastor walked out of the club with Vox leaning into him heavily until he was flopping into the limo. When Al crawled in next to him, he blubbered something about missing him so much and just wanting to go home and cuddle while the driver sped off to V Tower. Alastor let him blather on, mixing in a few mhmms and oh yeahs.

“Al…?” Vox spoke meekly, his voice still warbling and pathetic. Alastor was positively snapped up in his arms, held sideways like an oversized baby with his shoulder pressed into Vox’s chest.

“Yes, Vox?” He replied when the Media Overlord didn’t continue.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

The silence was so thick, Alastor truly felt like he could cut it with a knife. He thought about the imp on the catwalk he ripped apart and partially ate, along with the nano-thingamajig bullet in his pocket. He thought about Rosie holding the man hostage, cutting off his limbs, and stabbing him to a table. He thought about Carmilla’s words of advice, her lost lover, and Zestial’s suffering over the span of several millennia. He touched a hand to Vox’s chest and stared soulfully up into his eyes.

“As much joy as that confession brings me, I truly hope you don’t mean it.”

Notes:

Me? Going a day without writing about these idiots? Pfft... what was I thinking. Next chapter will be out when it's out because I've lost control of my life

I don't know Carmilla's backstory, but I'm obsessed with those rings on her desk so I took some liberties with the timeline

Chapter 25: Jealousy

Morning at the Hazbin Hotel was casual and unrushed. Breakfast was pancakes, the redemption schedule called for trust exercises and pickleball, and Lucifer was on his way to Husk’s bar for a cranberry mimosa. He whistled a jaunty tune with a spring in his step, glad that Alastor was away on some sort of retreat with VoxTek filming studios, and hopped up onto a barstool.

“Mornin’, barkeep!” He announced as Husk slid the champagne flute to him.

“Morning, Lou.” Husk replied, a hint of a grin on his features. Lucifer took a sip, glad to see it was yet another day without any flowers, and realized there was now a newspaper sitting on the bartop instead.

That was new. He glanced over, wondering if there was anything of interest that might be the reason it was here at all, and felt his heart seize in his chest.

There’s no way!!

Lucifer picked up the front page of the celebrity gossip section, holding it in his shaking hands like his incredulous gaze alone could make the images physically disappear.

There’s no way!!

He felt his breathing accelerate, his palms become sweaty, and his fists clench tight.

There’s no FUCKING way!!!

He slammed the paper on the counter, turning to Husk in a panic. “Have you seen this?!!”

Husk, with the mental fortitude of a crime lord, stowed his true reaction in favor of raising a calm eyebrow and pretending like he hadn’t read it moments before Lucifer sat down. “No, I haven’t. What’s it about?”

Lucifer shoved the paper in his face. “Alastor, The Radio Demon!! The red fucking creep that lives in this hotel!! Caught on a date with Verosika Mayday?!?!”

While the King of Hell continued to rage, Husk heard a few unmistakable snorts of jollity coming from around a corner and could’ve sworn he saw Angel and Cherri sneaking glances at the scene.

Husk whistled low. “Man… the boss seems to have pulled that one out of left field.” He murmured wistfully, glancing at the main image of Alastor touching a hand to Verosika’s shoulder like he was midway through a conversation with her. Was that Hellborn blood all over his shirt? Knowing him, it probably was.

Lucifer was outraged. “Pop sensation?! Idol award winner?? Nine-time cover model of V-Magazine??? Queen of the music scene?!?! THAT Verosika Mayday??! There’s no way!! There’s no fucking way!!!”

Husk gave a hum of intrigue. “Didn’t know you were a fan, Lou.”

“Of course I’m a fan!!” Lucifer shouted, slamming his fists multiple times onto the bar. “Who isn’t a fan of Verosika Mayday?? Ohhh, this!! This is a nightmare!! I’m having a nightmare! Wake up, Lou!!”

Unfortunately, Lucifer was not able to wake up, and off to the side Cherri and Angel were practically rolling over each other with laughter. He picked up the paper and unfolded it to see the entire front page. To his horror, there was also an image of Alastor ordering a drink for her while her tits were practically shoved into his face, along with another of her giving him a flirty smile. He read a few lines in the column and felt his eyes nearly bug out of his head.

“A rumored pregnancy?? There was a tip submitted from someone who knows Alastor, claiming to have overheard gossip about him being an expectant father?!?! What kind of absolute bullshit garbage am I reading?!?!”

Husk shook his head at the spectacle, as well as the hushed laughter coming from around the corner and he continued slicing limes for the day to come. He smiled to himself, thinking it was too bad even if Lucifer bothered to read the photography credit line beneath the photos, he wouldn’t even know who Cherri Bomb is.

~0~

When Vox woke up, he immediately rushed to the bathroom. As he knelt on the floor praying to the toilet gods to bless his puking with brevity, he tried to distract himself by deducing how he got home. It was always a fun kind of story to recount, and for the most part his memory was like a steel trap. However, being intoxicated made it difficult for even him to remember all of the details.

There was drinking. A LOT of drinking.

There were drugs. A nice sampler amount.

So many bitches.

A lot of Valentino.

And then just a bit of Alastor at the end. Where’d he go? If he wasn’t having a good time, why didn’t he just say something? They could’ve gotten him a ride home, and maybe, if he really begged, Vox would’ve gone with him.

He cringed a bit when he realized he was kicked out by both Val and Vel for being an emotional wreck, then seriously started to question himself when he began recalling the limo ride home.

Alastor helped carry him and get him into the back. In typical Vox fashion, he couldn’t keep his hands to himself and absolutely adored whenever Alastor allowed the harassment.

Only in private, with extreme discreteness anywhere that had eyes, unfortunately.

He mentally chided himself for the drunken dramatics. Geez… how pathetic could he get? It was becoming harder to recall his exact words, but he had a feeling they were really miserable and piteous. Alastor suffered through it by pretending to be interested, and then…

Vox’s stomach flipped.

No…

Noooo he fucking didn’t!!

Did he??

Fuuuck!!!

Vox reached to flush the toilet as he felt another round coming up. He did. He did do that. He fucking confessed his feelings to Alastor, drunk out of his fucking mind.

Al? I think I’m in love with you.

FUUCK!!

What a corny, weak, fucking thing to say. How was he going to let this play out? He didn’t seem to remember much of what was said after, and only had bits and pieces leading into V Tower. Should he ask the other sinner what his answer was? Try to nonchalantly figure out if that was even the exact phrasing he used?? Just as Vox was spiraling further into sorrowful self-loathing, what sounded like a glass being placed on the quartz vanity top clinked to the side of him. He rotated his head to find Alastor in his red silk robe, back from the cleaners after Vox made a mess out of it.

He murmured a thanks and picked up the glass, swishing and spitting into the toilet.

“Are you always so reckless when you spend a night out on the town?” Alastor spoke with humor in his tone. That was a good sign at least. After all, he could flat-out reject the man, or make fun of him relentlessly.

“Not usually.” Vox confessed, flushing again and swishing another mouthful of water. “Usually it’s the other two making asses out of themselves.”

Alastor hummed, setting a bottle of aspirin on the counter next. Vox thanked him again, took two, and decided to just rip the bandage off.

“Last night, about what I said…” Ah fuck. This was going to be harder than he thought.

Alastor regarded him with confusion and Vox wished he didn’t have to outright say it.

“The umm, the confession. I don’t remember how you responded. And I’d really like to know.”

His heart was hammering in his chest, his stomach was threatening to invert itself, and his hands couldn’t stop trembling. To think, only a few months ago he was professing himself as the new God. Now here he was, asking his crush to check the ‘yes’ or ‘no’ box on a slip of paper asking ‘do you like me’.

“Confession?”

Oh lord… Did he not actually speak those words out loud??

Alastor scoffed. Then he chuckled. Then he laughed.

He fucking laughed.

Loudly, obnoxiously, without remorse. He clasped a hand to his stomach, and another over his mouth. Vox felt about two inches tall, just like he had decades ago.

“You think you confessed to me??”

Vox blinked. Wait, what?

Alastor shook his head with disbelief. “You thought Valentino was in the limousine, so you attempted to confess your feelings to him!!” More cackling.

Vox felt his stomach drop all the way to the bottom ring of Hell. Val? He confessed feelings of love to Val??

Val? I think I’m in love with you.

He focused hard, trying to really remember which version was the truth. The second just didn’t sound like him at all.

“Could you imagine??” Alastor continued, finally calming down. “Confessing such paltry feelings as those to me?? How embarrassing would that have been!?”

More laughter and Vox couldn’t fool himself into believing the revelation made him feel any better at all. He chuckled hesitantly, reaching over to wipe his mouth with some toilet paper and froze with what he saw in the small garbage can off to the side. He extended his reach and plucked the fabric, revealing the gray shirt he’d lent to Alastor absolutely soaked in black Hellborn blood.

“Al…?” Vox spoke with uneasiness, turning to the other man with a look of horror. “What the fuck happened last night??”

Alastor finally stopped laughing, but his smile remained radiant. “Oh, that?? The club had a bit of a pest problem, and I thought I’d lend my assistance!”

Vox didn’t believe that excuse for a single fucking second. The only reason the Radio Demon would bother making a scene is if it benefitted him in some way.

“Was someone after you?? Who the fuck was it??” He demanded, feeling all of his butterflies fluttering away, replaced with animosity.

“Oh, come now!” Alastor responded, flicking both hands dismissively. “There’s no need for such dramatics. I warned you, didn’t I? Besides, it was one discounted imp-for-hire who barely even put up a struggle!”

Vox climbed shakily to his feet, placing both hands on Alastor’s shoulders and looking him directly in the eyes. “Tell me, Al. Is someone after you?? Are you in danger??”

Alastor scrunched his nose, then guided them over to the vanity so he could dig through one of the mirrored medicine cabinets for a bottle of mouth wash. Vox took the hint; swishing, gargling, and spitting into one of the sinks.

“I think you can guess who sent the little creature.” He mused, twisting the cap back on and tucking it away. Vox snarled.

“Rosie… That fucking bitch…!”

Alastor gave a short laugh. “Yes. Well, as you recall, I managed to break a contract with her thanks to your thirst for power. And now she’s trying to find clever ways to rope me back into it.”

Vox stared, waiting for Alastor to continue, but it seemed as if he was done. The hungover cogs of Vox’s brain did what they could to creak and turn, whirring and grinding until a lightbulb went off in his head.

“It… was me?”

Alastor simply thinned his smile and glanced away. Vox stared at the shirt on the counter.

“I was the target?? Are you fucking serious??” He placed both hands on Alastor’s shoulders again. “Al, I just…”

I love you…

He pulled the man into a kiss before he could utter the words and get made fun of for real. Alastor gave a bit of resistance, but ultimately relented and kissed back.

“You’re not hurt, are you??” Vox jolted, realizing that should’ve been the first thing on his mind. He immediately inserted himself into the man’s personal space, yanking open the top of his robe to reveal his chest, but before he could get a good look, Alastor was ripping it from his hands to preserve a smidge of modesty by shutting it.

“No need for your neanderthalic brutishness.” He bit out, fixing the man with a displeased sneer. “I’m fine. As I said, he hardly put up a fight while I tore an arm and a leg off and devoured them as he watched.”

Vox felt a squeezing in his chest right before a sappy smile wobbled across his screen. “Aww,” he took Alastor’s hands in his, “you tore a guy limb from limb for me?”

Alastor’s expression grew more tart, but his hands were firmly held in place, so he couldn’t pull free. “Is that truly your idea of romance?”

“It is.” Vox tugged him in for a kiss.

When they finally emerged into the common space for coffee, Alastor offered to get them both situated since Vox was still fighting his hangover. He took a seat on one of the sofas, wondering why these lights were so damn bright, then looked down at the newspapers which were delivered earlier this morning.

And felt his heart leap into his throat.

“VELVETTE!!!”

Vox marched down the bedroom corridor to her room, bursting through the door, flicking on the lights, steadying himself as he suddenly got a headrush, then waved V Times in the air emphatically.

“What the fuck is this??!”

Velvette groggily held a hand to block out the light overhead as her and Verosika blearily forced themselves to wake up.

“What the fuck are you shoutin’ about so fuckin’ early?!” She answered, certainly not able to see the headline of the newspaper across the room. Vox brought it to his face and read it.

“Alastor, The Radio Demon, caught on a date with pop sensation Verosika Mayday?!! Are you fucking kidding me??? Did you fucking authorize this??!”

Velvette grew silent, then snorted a laugh as she collapsed into her bed. “I knew you’d have a fuckin’ cow over that headline!”

Vox’s screen was morphing from purple to red. “I’m gonna have the whole fucking barnyard if you don’t fucking explain this!!!”

“Relax!!” Velvette insisted with a laugh. “Some fuckin’ novice photographer sent those in with some weird fuckin’ story. Ver thought it would get her some publicity and also piss off some imp ex-boyfriend of hers!”

Verosika climbed out of bed, completely naked, which caught both the Vee’s attention as she slowly and deliberately slipped on one of Velvette’s nighties. Considering the height difference, it ended with barely enough coverage for her perky butt, and Vox almost forgot what he was doing.

That’s right, bitching at Vel.

Velvette snickered. “Isn’t discretion what your deer boyfriend is always fiendin’ for? Now he’s got a story until the two of you get caught shaggin’ in broad daylight somewhere.”

Vox was seething like a kettle boiling over and Verosika spoke.

“It’s not that big a deal. Shit like this sells my albums, and besides, it’s not like anyone is going to actually believe I’m sleeping with some creepy fucking freak. So he’s all yours.” She murmured the last part sensually as she strolled up to Vox, dragging the tip of her finger beneath his screen with a sultry expression.

Vox felt himself short circuiting between the sexy talk and the insults.

“Hah!” Alastor gave a single laugh from where he was leaning against the wall outside of Velvette’s room. “Is that anyway to speak about your lover in the morning? I had no idea I was such a hot commodity!”

Verosika chuckled in her throat. “As if, shrivel-dick. As far as my fans are concerned, the only explanation is assault. Get ready to spend the rest of your life defending your character.”

Vox was ready to explode, but Alastor just tapped his chin with a curious expression. “Odd. I seem to recall the destitute cries of a woeful drug-peddler begging for change!” He summoned his staff, twirling it theatrically before tapping the head of it twice.

“Cool shirt, Red. Buy me a drink? I like your style, Red. You looking to score some pills?”

It was a playback recording of their conversation and Verosika’s expression quickly shifted from arrogance to rage.

“Now,” Alastor sauntered over to Vox and walked two fingers up his arm with his own crafty smile, “if only I had someone at my beck and call with a substantial media influence to let something like this… Ooo, how do you say it…? Ah, go viral!”

Verosika was fuming and Vox was positively chuffed.

“Vel!!”

Velvette was on her feet with the sheets wrapped around her before she even heard her name.

“Take the story down!!” Verosika demanded, fixing the other woman with a wrathful glare.

“Ver, I can’t just take it down!! It’s been up for hours, let me just-!”

That was the beginning of a very catty argument. Vox turned to Alastor, loving the conceited smile on his features and wrapping an arm around his waist to pull him in for a kiss. When they broke free, Al took the other sinner by the hand, leading him back to the common area. They seated themselves on one of the couches with their ‘Fuck Alastor’ mugs sitting on the coffee table, reclined comfortably with Vox’s arm draped over the back behind the Radio Demon, and watched as the show continued.

Verosika was mostly dressed with Velvette now chasing after her in a track suit, arguing so fiercely neither of the men could understand them. When they finally disappeared into the elevator, Alastor and Vox clinked their mugs together and took a sip.

Valentino emerged from his room shortly after, looking disheveled from his own hangover as he endeavored to make coffee.

“What the fuck is with all the fucking yelling?” He grumbled, setting a ‘Fuck Alastor’ mug on the drip tray and scrolling through his profile.

Alastor giggled chipperly. “I believe Verosika and I just broke up!” He answered, sipping his beverage with an evil smile.

Val snorted a laugh. “Oh shit, that’s right.”

Vox whirled to face the man. “You knew about that??”

“Of course I did, that shit was fuckin’ funny.” Val chuckled, watching as his extra shot pistachio oatmilk latte finished pouring.

“Then you wanna explain these other fucking headlines??” Vox demanded, reading a bit further into the paper. “Vox, the Media Demon, staying at the Hazbin Hotel for rehab??”

Val snorted again. “Aye! Don’t make me laugh, I have a fuckin’ migraine!”

Now it was Vox and Val’s turn to fight. They argued over what constitutes good publicity, seeking approval before making up wildly incorrect stories about those involved in anyone’s sex life, and not ruining a night of fun by sobbing over the absence of another partner.

Alastor sat back and enjoyed the scene, sipping his coffee.

~0~

Everyone went to their separate floors to cool off with Val diving into film editing, Vel throwing herself into fashion design, and Vox spending his time with Alastor on the executive floor. The two listened to music, watched some TV, shared lunch together, and then Vox took him down to his media room to try introducing him to virtual reality. Alastor was wearing the headset, stumbling through an immersive multiplayer online game, when Valentino barged in.

“You two have been glued to one another for days, and obsessing over each other for weeks!! I’m sick of it!” He turned to Vox. “Take me to Ozzie’s tonight!! No side pieces, no sluts or prostitutes, and no Alastor!!”

Val was breathing so hard from his exasperation his shoulders were rising and falling. Vox stared at him from above one of his screens at his desk, clearly seeing the man was at the end of his patience while Alastor fumbled to remove the bulky headset from his eyes.

“Take him!”

Vox and Val both blinked at the same time, not expecting an exclamation like that. Alastor gruffly placed the VR set on Vox’s desk, then stormed over to Valentino who recoiled at the approach.

“I’ve had it with these infernal picture boxes, your insufferable television show, and I would simply like to spend one quiet evening by myself!! Take him out for as long as you desire before I reach my wits end!!”

Val stared with open-mouthed shock at this development, but at the moment it seemed the Radio Demon was more frustrated with his own circumstances.

Vox couldn’t help feeling a little hurt at the revelation. “Al, I thought you were enjoying spending time together?” He spoke with sadness in his voice.

Alastor turned to him and waved his hands arbitrarily in the air. “When has any of this ever been my interest? Aren’t you the one always referring to me as an old man?”

Vox glanced away sheepishly, tapping the pads of his first fingers together with meekness. “Yeah, but I thought…”

Alastor gave a testy huff, his shoulders slumping. “Go have a fun evening. Visit another club. I don’t care, just get it out of your system. I’ll still be here when you get back tonight.”

That raised the Media Demon’s spirits. He sprang up from his chair, linking arms with both Al and Val and leading them both to the elevator.

When Vox called in to the restaurant and was approved for a last minute table reservation, he and Val got ready to leave in record time. As Vox was putting the finishing touches on his outfit, Alastor was lounging on his bed.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to turn on the radio through the TV?” He asked over his shoulder, spritzing some cologne on his neck.

“I’m sure.”

“And you don’t want me to order takeout from one of the restaurants in town?”

Alastor flicked a stern glower at him. “There is no need to wait on me hand and foot. I am capable of making a phone call and fending for myself for a few hours.”

Vox finished clasping a watch to his wrist and walked over to the bed, bending down to steal a chaste kiss. When he opened his eyes, Alastor was staring into his as if this was how every day was meant to be. Compassionate, domestic moments, little platonic interactions, and gentle comfort.

“Sorry, I just… keep feeling like I’m fucking up, and I don’t want to fuck it all up because I’ve been beyond happy to spend so much time with you.” Vox murmured, wondering if it was too burdensome to just dump all of his emotions at Alastor’s feet like this.

Alastor chuckled and allowed Vox to lend him a hand off of the bed. “Go out and have fun. Relax a little.”

Vox’s face melted into blissful euphoria as he pulled the other sinner into a tight embrace, kissing him deeply. When he and Val left, Alastor took a seat out in the common area, crossing his legs at the knees, and wondering how long it was going to take for Vox to figure out they hadn’t fucked each other yet today.

~0~

When Vox and Val stepped out of the elevator, the Film Demon paused, then folded his arms in disapproval.

“What?” Vox looked down at himself, wondering if it was because of something he was wearing. Val’s grimace deepened.

“You don’t fucking see it?” He demanded, his tone short and testy.

“See what?” Vox glanced this way and that, then spun around and gave the other man a confused expression.

“Pinche idiota!! The fucking shadow!!” He pointed to the ground and Vox had to look closely, but in the outline of his own shadow was the unmistakable jack-o-lantern smile of Alastor’s. “No Alastor!! Go make him get rid of it!!”

~0~

When the sound of the elevator doors opening could be heard, Alastor couldn’t help thinking ‘that was fast’ as Vox marched right up to him.

“Al, we have an agreement, and I need you to take your shadow back.”

Alastor gave a clipped laugh, searching the other sinner’s eyes for the joke. When Vox continued to stare at him in all seriousness, his features darkened with a dastardly smile.

“That wasn’t part of the agreement.”

Vox balked, completely confused why this was even a problem.

“The agreement is No Alastor, and that means your shadow too. C’mon, Val is pissed and I’m trying to make up for last night! What’s the big deal anyways?” He pleaded, evidently oblivious to anything that had been going on over the past week.

“Where’s the quandary??” Alastor countered, using his overly emphatic speech to try convincing the man this was perfectly harmless. “It’s not like I’m going to be sitting with you in the restaurant!! What inconvenience could it possibly cause?? Go tell your film mogul to stop being so dramatic!!”

Vox was stunned. Obviously there was something going on if Alastor was making a big deal out of it and trying to deflect. He thought about it harder, using that imagination the Radio Demon claimed he lacked, and popped up with an outcome.

Well, a few outcomes.

“You think there’s going to be another attack, don’t you?” He mused, tipping one domino into the next as he started putting together the pieces. “And you don’t think I can handle myself.”

“Oh, Vox! Don’t jump to such hasty conclusions!! I simply wish for you to go out, have some fun, and not have to worry!”

“This whole time…” Vox’s expression dropped into pure incredulity, thinking back to the odd exchange in his media room where Alastor seemed glad at the idea of being rid of his presence. “This whole time, you haven’t wanted to spend every moment side by side for the sake of our relationship. You just wanted to stick around in case another assassin came because you think I’m incapable of taking care of myself!!”

Vox was glaring resentfully and Alastor gave a tired sigh. “Sweetheart, you are blowing this entirely out of proportion. There’s no need to make it so complicated!”

“Don’t fucking patronize me!!” Vox demanded. “Don’t treat me like I’m some fucking pet you have to let out the back door to take a shit!! I don’t need your fucking protection, and I don’t need you forcing yourself to spend time with me just because you’re paranoid!!” He came around the couch to stand directly in front of the other man. “Have you enjoyed a single moment we’ve spent together?! Was there any point where you didn’t make yourself go along with whatever the fuck I suggested??”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Vox, they are things you enjoy. I partook as long as I possibly could, and now you’re off to spend time with someone who is capable of enjoying them in ways I can’t. There’s no need for one person to be your singular source of entertainment.”

Vox leaned forward and gripped his hands into the top of the couch’s backrest, digging his fingers into the fabric. “You can go along with the things I recommend, but if you don’t like them, then fucking tell me!! We’re supposed to be equals! We’re supposed to be…!” Vox paused, but decided to take the plunge. “We’re supposed to be partners! Doesn’t that mean something to you?!”

Alastor placed a finger to Vox’s chest, delicately pushing him back as he moved to stand a breath away from the man.

“If I tell you not to worry yourself over me, then I suggest you listen.”

Vox felt hot tears cresting his eyelids as his worst fears were coming true. All this time he thought they were making progress. All this time it seemed like the Radio Demon might actually have a heart. He’d wished so desperately to be someone of importance in this man’s life, spent endless moments allowing his hurtful actions to live rent free in his head, and now it was all turning out to be some farce. He was simply trapped in a joke of a curse, bound to the Media Demon by some intervention of fate, and forced to suffer through his antics while navigating some pretend attempt at love sickness.

“Take the shadow back. I’m not some fuckin’ inconvenience, and if any of this actually means anything to you, you’d give me an ounce of trust instead of sending some babysitter without my consent.” Vox was giving the other sinner a dangerous glare, unwilling to back down or press forward without Alastor offering something in return.

“Fine.”

Vox blinked, taken aback, and glanced at their feet to see Alastor actually returning the shadow to his side. The Radio Demon stood with the same consternated expression, almost as if Vox was going to regret making this choice.

Vox’s first instinct was to be a jerk and gloat something fierce, but in the end, he simply pressed his hands to Alastor’s cheeks and brought him in for a gentle kiss.

“Thank you, Al. I’ll see you tonight?”

“Hmm…” Alastor fixed him with a devious grin. “I suppose I’ll see you soon.”

When Vox made it downstairs, Val was already standing impatiently outside. The limousine was waiting, and Vox was excited for a night of fun with Valentino, along with the progress he was making with Alastor. He marched forward, fully intending to walk outside, and immediately crashed into the glass door with a look of bewilderment. He tried jiggling the push bar, pointing an accusatory frown at Val like he was playing some dumb prank, but when the Film Demon simply opened it, Vox touched a hand to the perimeter of the building and was stopped by an invisible barrier that wouldn't allow him to pass.

Wait… Oh shit!

“You haven’t fucked the deer yet?!” Val proclaimed with livid disbelief.

Vox held up his hands defensively. “I fucking forgot, okay?! I’ll be right back, twenty minutes!” He zapped himself into pure electricity, racing up the grid of the building until he was back in the common space of the executive floor.

And Alastor was nowhere to be seen.

“Al?!”

Vox stormed around the place, checking the terrace, his bedroom, the restrooms, everywhere.

“Al!! This isn’t fucking funny!!”

He zapped away again, going to check his media room, the shark tank area, the film studio, and anywhere else the Radio Demon might have wandered off to. He thought about how Al phrased it, “I suppose I’ll see you soon”. That fucker definitely knew he’d forgotten and now he was playing some convoluted game of hide and seek.

“Alastor!! Fucking come out right the fuck now!!!”

Al heard him and simply chose to ignore him. He turned another page of his magazine, sitting pleasantly in some oddly shaped chair in Valentino’s room. He’d made sure to bring plenty of towels to cover it; after all, who knows what kinds of activities went on in all corners of this place. He took a second to glance around, glad he’d never had to experience the gaudiness of the 1980s, and wondered if Vox had the imagination necessary to search for him here.

~0~

The time was 11:34pm and Vox was sitting on the edge of his bed with his fingers steepled. He could only imagine the savage anger Valentino felt for him after being stood up for the first time in all their years together. He figured the man took some other piece to Ozzie’s, or went out for another night at a club. Maybe Velvette was with him too, because neither were home and neither were responding to his texts. He was completely alone and seething with rage.

He’d already lost his entire evening, and this is where he fucking lived. What the fuck was taking Alastor so fucking long to give up this petty bullshit and face the consequences of his actions?! It’s not like he could go anywhere at this point, and so long as the Radio Demon stepped through the threshold of V Tower, Vox was trapped until the other sinner felt like giving up the chase.

Just as his anger levels were rising, a shadow appeared under the door and Alastor apparated before him in the blink of an eye. He casually wandered over to the bed like he wasn’t the biggest fucking pest in the entire Seven Rings, grinning with such a saucy smile. He was wearing the robe Vox bought for him, and from the looks of it, nothing else.

“Oh, my dear Vox. Whatever is that face for?” Alastor stepped between his knees and delicately guided their hands together, threading their fingers with gentle care.

“You fucking asshole, what’s your fucking problem-!” Vox was cut off midsentence as Alastor brought the Media Demon’s hands to his waist and slowly began guiding them to the silken tie of his robe.

Vox felt his stomach twist in knots with frustration and arousal, watching the other sinner undoing it and smoothing the tips of his fingers beneath the edges of the fabric. Alastor then climbed one knee at a time to straddle his lap, still wearing a self-satisfied smile.

“It’s not fair, is it? When you have to play using the rules you made up yourself?” He pointed out in a teasing tone, now guiding the other’s hands up his abdomen, across his ribs, then back down his spine.

Vox snarled with frustration, scrunching his eyes shut and wishing he had a single drop of Alastor’s self restraint.

“Why are you doing this? Please, Al…” He sounded pathetic, no longer indignant and instead just hurt.

Alastor left the other sinner’s hands on his waist and brought his to rest against the sides of his neck. “Oh, my silly, over-emotional picture box. If you had simply allowed me to monitor you with my shadow, we wouldn’t be in this mess. Now Valentino is furious with you,” Alastor rubbed his thumbs side to side along the base of his screen, his smile jagged and conniving, “and it’s all because of your selfish pride, isn’t it?”

Vox’s pupils constricted into pinpricks.

“If you want me in your life, then you must abide by my conditions. And, if anyone tries to insist otherwise, I will permanently remove them from yours.”

Alastor leaned in for a soft kiss and Vox could feel every single warning bell going off in his head. When it didn’t seem like the Media Demon was terribly eager to carry on, Al continued manipulating his hands lower until they were rubbing slow lines up and down his thighs.

Vox broke the kiss and grit his teeth, feeling himself losing his resolve bit by bit as he was giving in to the temptation of the Radio Demon. It was now or never, he supposed, so he plucked up what remained of his courage and spoke.

“Al, in the limo last night… I know I confessed to you. Please,” he looked into the other sinner’s eyes with desperation, “what did you tell me? What was your answer?”

Alastor allowed Vox to gingerly help him out of the robe, letting it drop to the floor. He then wrapped his arms over the Media Demon’s shoulders, kissing tenderly once more as Vox’s hands wandered across his naked waist and up his back. He wasn’t sure he’d get an answer at all, until Alastor spoke in a soft voice between kisses.

“If you wish to receive my affection in return, then you must try much harder than this.”

Vox could feel his world crumbling around him as Alastor picked up the pieces and began molding his existence into his own image. Every fiber of his being told him he was in danger considering the sinner already killed for him once. The story of Zestial eating the love of his life came to mind, along with Alastor’s manipulative nature and unwillingness to concede defeat. If there was something he wanted, there was nothing stopping him from obtaining it. All it took was a clever bit of imagination, and Vox had a feeling the depths of his mind were more terrifying than he could conceptualize.

Notes:

And you thought Vox was going to be the toxic jealous bitch of this story? (snort) Ok 🤭

This fic started as a sequel to my other fic “Between Musical Numbers” I posted back on Mar 10, ‘24, because I couldn’t get the phrase “did you just fuck my tentacles” out of my head, but I couldn’t find a good way to write it without being waay too assault-y between Vox Val and Al. So, fast forward to Nov 5 ‘25, s2 e4 goes up, and I figured this is a good a time as ever, and I posted chapter 1 of this fic as its own one shot (hah!) around midnight Nov 11. Episodes 5&6 went up on the 12th and I haven’t been able to stop posting since. Right now, “As For Your Punishment” is sitting at #95/5632 in the entire Alastor/Vox AO3 tag when sorted for kudos, and #48/1801 when the tag is filtered for explicit content. My most viewed fic isn’t on this site, but out of the hundreds of thousands of words I’ve posted over the years, this is by far my most voted for with the highest praises, and I can’t thank you all enough for your kind words! 🥰💖

Chapter 26: Puttin' On The Rizz

Notes:

New artwork drop!! Check it out in the notes section at the bottom of chapter 6, from ryulexhei 🤗

Vox woke up with Alastor still at his side after their cuddle session last night. He’d expected sex to be rough and angry after being barred from leaving V Tower, but it was surprisingly soft and compassionate. He’d spent so many decades bantering with the guy, then so many weeks fucking him, he was starting to forget what a villain he could be. Especially now, partially draped over his chest, his face soft with sleep, and his bright red hair cascading over his features.

Fuck… Why are you so pretty??

He used his free hand to brush a lock aside, instantly feeling his heart skip a beat and deciding to go all in. As carefully as he could, he pulled Alastor higher into his arms, waking him with a kiss and reveling in the softness of the moment. As if this was an expectation, or an everyday occurrence, the earnest action was immediately reciprocated from whatever sleep cycle the Radio Demon was interrupted from. If it had been weeks ago, he might’ve been greeted with a knee to his crotch, but now the habit engrained in his reflexes was to return the affection with gentle movements and tender caresses. He’d gotten so fucking good at kissing too, and Vox was conceited enough to mentally commend himself on a job well done.

He coaxed Alastor to straddle his waist, using both hands to press his hips down and grind his cock between his legs. He let out a groan of satisfaction, sighing into a kiss, and started bucking his hips to further solidify his intentions.

“Fuck, I wanna see you ride my cock so bad.” Vox murmured, sinking his nails into Alastor’s hips, dragging them down his thighs. He made sure to put extra pressure into the move, hoping it’d leave a few welts for him to admire tomorrow.

Wait, did Al live here now??

A question for another time. Maybe in six months, after all of his stuff was slowly, and mysteriously, brought over here piece by piece, leaving nothing at the hotel.

Except the swamp. He wasn’t sure how an entire swamp could be packed up and relocated, but he did not want to find out. No swamp!!

“Cowgirl is still vanilla, right?” Vox mused sensually, bucking his hips a little harder and finally getting a reaction.

“No fucking until tonight.” Alastor declared, putting a damper on the moment. Vox had a feeling this might be the case, and regardless of how hypocritical it was, he didn’t like being on the receiving end of house arrest by their lust deal.

“C’mon, Al. Where are those spirited pleas begging me to shove my cock up your ass??” He bemoaned through a cheeky smile. “Oh, Voxxie!” He spoke with a ridiculously inaccurate high-pitched voice. “I can’t bear to be without you inside me much longer!!”

Alastor paused the kissing and raised an eyebrow at him. “If all you’re going to do is make fun of me, then I suppose I can shelve any form of intimacy until precisely 11:40 this evening.”

Vox’s eyes widened in horror which elicited a sinister grin from the Radio Demon. He realized too late the other man was only goading him into making desperate, thirsty pleas himself, and gave a grumpy scowl.

“You asshole. You know there’s nothing I want more than you naked and at my mercy.” He combed his fingers through red bangs, pushing them up and back until he could grab the other sinner’s deer ears and tug him in for more kisses. “Just one quick fuck session. We don’t even have to count it. We’ll pretend like it never happened tonight.”

Alastor broke away, fixing him with a consternated glower. “Do thoughts of sex really and truly occupy the majority of your brain?”

Vox smirked. “The sight of you being fucked out is right there next to my heart beats and breathing.”

Alastor rolled his eyes and started climbing off. Vox moved to protest, ready to beg and grovel like the pathetic horn-dog he was, until he realized the sinner was just repositioning himself to be between his legs.

“Oh, shit!” Vox’s grin practically occupied his whole screen. “We’re gonna go again?? Alright!!”

When Alastor had the sinner’s rear propped on his thighs and was staring down the sight of balls and ass, he couldn’t admit it did anything to excite him, and his less than half-hard dick agreed.

“I don’t believe I’m going to be able to… top… for quite some time. Perhaps I’ll eventually be worn down one of these days, much like with your incessant oral fixation.” He used a tentacle to delicately pour a dollop of lube into his palm, then wrapped his fingers around the straining cock in front of him and began sliding up and down.

“Are you fuckin’ serious??” Vox asked between breathy noises of appreciation. “You really can’t stay hard unless you’re staring at a pussy??” He let out a short chuckle and decided to focus on the service he was receiving instead of picking a whole fight and getting no action whatsoever.

“Don’t blame me; you designed your own body. Why didn’t you add one in?”

Vox gave a sincere laugh of amusement. “Y’know, that’s exactly what Val asks me. That, and two dicks. But I guess I’m a man after the classics.”

Alastor flicked a glance at the Media Demon, understanding there was a double meaning and Vox winked at him.

“Are you ever not a hopeless fool?” He returned his attention to the original task, slowly sinking a finger into Vox’s ass and trying to imagine what it might be like to have his dick in there. He sincerely reacted with a pulse of intrigue, but not nearly enough to make it worthwhile. He attempted to recreate what Valentino had shown him, annoyed that their lesson at the expense of his personal space was helpful, and led his hands alongside the gentle thrusting of his hips. He could certainly refine his rhythmic skills, but Vox truly was hopeless and seemed to be enjoying himself like he was being jerked off by a pro.

“Fuck!! Al, your hands feel so fucking good!! Ahh!! Fuck! You’re driving me crazy!!!”

Alastor knew there was no way he deserved such high praise and decided to insert a second finger and start twisting his wrist. The cries of pleasure became more emphatic and it wasn’t long before Vox was spilling over himself. His smile was positively euphoric as he snagged the Radio Demon by his wrists, tugging him onto his lap to lean down and give him a kiss.

“Fuck me, that was so fucking good. I can’t believe I had to wait this fucking long-!” The praises continued until Alastor silenced him with a longer kiss.

“Your desperation is not provocative.” Alastor stated, pulling away and attempting to free himself only for Vox to tighten his grip.

“Here, wait a second.”

Alastor paused, wondering what he could want, until he watched the sinner smudge two fingers through the cum on his abdomen and hold them up. “Open your mouth.”

The Radio Demon scrunched his nose, his ears reflexively drooping against his skull.

Vox snorted a laugh. “What? You’ll eat an imp bones and all, but you won’t taste my cum?”

Alastor did not appreciate that sound logic and made it very clear with the glare he was pointing at the man. Vox simply returned it with a crafty smirk and, in the end, Alastor was leaning forward, parting his lips delicately. He closed around both fingers as Vox smeared them over his tongue and through his mouth. His thumb and pinky were pressed into his cheeks, holding his hand in place, and when Vox was satisfied the Radio Demon got a good taste, he removed his digits with a string of saliva snapping in the middle.

“Well, what did you think?”

Alastor’s jaw hung open slightly, unsure how to describe the experience, and Vox couldn’t help smiling even wider.

“Better than the imp?”

Al shut his mouth and flicked a glance at the other overlord, his lack of denial more than enough of an explanation.

“It’s not a terribly high bar to cross…”

Vox laughed raucously. “Oh my fuck… it is better?!” He wrapped both hands over the sides of his head, pulling the Radio Demon into a rough and messy kiss. Alastor tried to assert some distance, not liking it when he got carried away like this, only for Vox to end things himself and start manhandling him to turn around.

Just as he was being spun to sit in the Media Demon’s lap facing away, he watched the sinner drag his fingers through the semen, piling a significant glob on two digits and didn’t need a wild imagination to figure out his intentions. Before he could voice his objections, however, Vox’s fingers were being crammed into his mouth. His tongue was instantly coated between the middle and first finger spreading it around while the thumb and pinky dexterously pressed into the arteries on the sides of his throat. With Vox’s other hand, he wrapped his digits around Alastor’s dick, and at some point he must’ve had his cables bring the lube.

Alastor was trapped with his back pressed into the Media Demon’s chest, his hands reaching up to try prying the fingers from his mouth while Vox began jerking him off.

“You were so fucking hot when you put that smug succubus bitch in her place.” Vox murmured, straight into Alastor’s ear, absolutely loving it as spermy drool began dribbling from his mouth.

Alastor’s hands stopped, frozen in mid-action, before they could yank the fingers out. Vox grinned sinisterly, twirling his first and middle digits around the sinner’s tongue. The Radio Demon was seated completely in his lap with his legs spread, hooked over Vox’s which were propped up. He gradually kept opening his, spreading Al’s further at the same time and wishing passionately there was a mirror in front of them.

“She’d be fucking lucky to have you cum all over her tits. I’d make her fuckin’ sob an apology and thank you for the generous donation.”

Alastor squeezed his eyes shut, tipping his head back into Vox’s shoulder as he moved his two fingers further down the inside of his throat while blood was still being restricted with his thumb and pinky at the base of his jaw.

“That slut doesn’t know what she’s fucking missing out on. Her whole personality revolves around pleasure and she doesn’t know a single fucking thing about it, what a fucking waste of a snatch.”

Vox sped up his pace and tightened his grip, appreciating the twinges and twitches from Al’s fingers still trying to grip his forearm. His breathing was labored and he was making little noises in response, which had Vox effortlessly rock hard.

“That fucking bitch doesn’t deserve to have her name in the paper next to yours. I’ll see to it she never sings another fucking song, that disrespectful fucking cunt-!”

Alastor came with a whimper and Vox was genuinely caught off guard. He thought he’d have to go through a few more lines of dirty talk, but it seemed seeking revenge and ruining someone’s life was enough of a turn on. He finally removed his fingers, using one to catch a line of opaque drool to guide back over Alastor’s lip, pressing his entire hand into his jaw, and closed his mouth.

“Swallow it.”

He felt an unreal pump of arousal course through his veins when Alastor so easily obeyed, then stuck out his tongue to show he’d done it.

“Fuck!!”

In the next moment, Vox was crawling off the bed, dragging Al with him, and positioning him on his knees. He gave his cock quick strokes, letting out a groan and spoke in an authoritative voice.

“Open up.”

Alastor obliged once again without a word of protest and was rewarded with a facial. Vox did what he could to get it all on his tongue, but quite a bit sprayed up to his forehead and along his cheeks. When he was done, Al licked a line over his lips, then made a show of swallowing.

“Fuck me, that’s so fucking hot.” Vox murmured, dropping to his knees and pulling the sinner in for a kiss that wasn’t quite so voracious. Alastor accepted, kissing back for a few moments until breaking free.

“Enough. Fetch me breakfast while I take a shower.”

His tone didn’t necessarily kill the mood, but Vox could manage to string together enough thoughts of reason to remind him a hungry Alastor would never be a horny Alastor.

They ordered omelets from the kitchen and ate together on the terrace wearing casual outfits. Vox was in black slacks with a pale blue dress shirt, while Alastor was in black slacks and a plum dress shirt. Both had the top two buttons undone as well as the sleeves rolled up while they sipped bloody marys and ate their meals. When they were nearly finished, Vox steered the conversation elsewhere.

“C’mon, Al. I really need to take Val out tonight. Won’t you please let me?” He did his best to give a heartfelt expression of desperation, but it seemed like the other man was made of stone.

“Are you going to let my shadow accompany you?” Alastor replied, his expression not shifting as he ate another bite. Vox huffed a breath.

“Please, it’d mean the world to us! Well, I mean, to me at least…”

Alastor gave a clipped laugh. “Fine.”

Vox blinked. “Wait, really?”

“On one condition.”

Vox snorted a laugh. “Yeah, anything!”

Alastor set his fork and knife down, dabbing his mouth with a cloth napkin, then looked directly into Vox’s eyes. “I get to kill Valentino."

Vox felt his jaw hit the floor. He stared, absolutely stunned, and when he could finally put some words together to form a sentence, Alastor continued.

“I don’t see what the difference is. You’re constantly tapping into security systems all over the Pride Ring to follow my every move. And if he’s refusing to allow me to ensure your safety, then he’s a threat which must be disposed of.”

Vox fumbled through a few more words. “He doesn’t know anything about the love curse!! Come on, nothing bad is going to happen-!”

Alastor knocked the backs of his hands into the table top, rattling the dishes and speaking with his modulator intermittently. “You waltzed right into Rosie’s trap in the middle of Cannibal Town without a moment’s hesitation! Then again at the cafe outside the hotel! And then you didn’t notice the assassin targeting you in the middle of the club while you were drinking yourself into oblivion!!”

Vox flubbed an indignant raspberry, trying to insist Alastor was blowing those situations way out of proportion while simultaneously wondering how he’d become such a fucking ditz.

“And then at the hotel! You couldn’t be bothered to show a shred of personal restraint before throwing me around and having your way with me wherever you pleased! I imagine everyone other than the Morningstars knows about us by now! Not to mention your staff here at the tower…! It’s only a matter of time before word gets out and the rest of Hell is aware!”

Vox quite liked the idea of that, and he did not hide his expression of intrigue.

Alastor pointed an incredulous look at him. “Do you understand the severity of our situation?? The overlords we share these pointless meetings with will begin conspiring to undermine us, Hellborn creatures will begin targeting us, Heaven could see our union as a threat…! Does any of this trouble you??”

Vox was staring with a glazed, saucy expression while hyperfocusing on the word ‘union’. “Listen, you’re seriously overreacting!” He stood from his seat and walked behind Alastor, placing his hands on his shoulders. “You’ve let Carmilla and Zestial, and whatever other poor sad sob-story, get to you about this whole punishment deal you’re apparently saddled with! It’s just one night!”

Alastor pointed a stern glare over his shoulder and Vox leaned in, deciding to make things more interesting.

“If you don’t say yes, I could always force you.”

Vox absolutely remembered the last time he crossed a line and was held captive in the tentacle dimension far longer than would be considered humane. But he was also hoping to play towards Alastor’s dom/sub kink affinity for masochism. Unfortunately, it seemed he’d have to work the role harder than that.

“Taking this lightly is not something I’m willing to gamble with. You’ve already proven yourself incapable of guarding your own life, despite your machismo over compensation.” Alastor returned to his omelet, no longer interested in the conversation.

Vox felt a wily smile carve across his screen. “Machismo, you say?”

Alastor clanked his fork against the plate and glared up at the sky as if asking God why he must suffer so. “Is that the only part you heard??”

Vox snickered, then yanked Alastor’s chair out from under the table with a horrible screeching sound, snaring his fingers into the chest of his shirt and dragging him to his feet. In a few steps, he was being pressed into a manicured hedge standing tall and flat like a wall, the leaves and branches shuffling around him as Vox closed the gap between them.

“Only part I paid attention to. Right now, all I can hear is you whimpering and gasping while I fuck you.”

Alastor knew it was no use, but he still tried pushing his hands into the man’s chest to command some distance between them. Vox refused to budge, and soon enough they were kissing.

“You wanna take a page from my book and hold me hostage using the lust deal? Fine. Then how about I take a page from yours and fuck my way to freedom?”

Alastor sneered. “I’d like to see you try and win that bet.”

Vox hoisted the other man into his arms in an instant, kissing ravenously as they slipped their tongues back and forth. Alastor draped his arms over the sinner’s shoulders, gouging his fingers into the back of his neck while Vox began grinding the start of his erection into his groin.

And then, Alastor was gone in a blip. Vox checked his arms like he was missing something, spinning around and watching the man simply stroll through the door leading inside from the terrace.

“It’s not gonna be that fucking easy!”

Vox zapped himself into electricity, appearing right where Al was, only to grasp around nothing at all. He checked his hands again, still confused why they were empty, and whirled to find him leaning against the back of a sofa, twiddling his fingers to wave flirtatiously. He had the plate with his remaining omelet and was chewing a bite.

“Gotcha now, fucker!”

Vox zapped to the couch, but knew he wouldn’t stay, and as he was nothing more than particles of light chasing particles of darkness, he zeroed in on the trail and apparated just as Alastor did. The Radio Demon was genuinely surprised he was able to keep up, but that didn’t outweigh the distress he felt as his plate was knocked from his hands and shattered across the floor along with the rest of his omelet. They were standing near the kitchen cabinets and Alastor felt his expression contort into anger.

“I wasn’t finished with that.”

The Media Demon snickered. “Then eat it off the fuckin’ tiles.” He plucked the fork from his other hand, tossing it away as well, and bringing him in for more insatiable kisses. Alastor allowed it for several moments, waiting for the inevitable crotch grinding, then disappeared into his shadow and slunk away.

Vox chased after him, and they found themselves in the bedroom with Vox’s hands wandering up the back of Al’s shirt, earning a subdued yelp of surprise. He tried again, this time appearing with one of Vox’s hands down the back of his pants, and he had enough. He shoved the man away, knocking him into the bed which sent it sliding askew, and Vox looked ready to retaliate.

Wherever Alastor disappeared to, Vox was following moments behind. They crashed into the dressing table with one hand reaching out for stability and cracking the mirror. They materialized in the closet, knocking down hangers and leaving a trail of clothes out the door. Everything was tossed from Vox’s desk, bottles of expensive liquor were bumped off the shelves, and all the while, neither sinner could keep their hands off the other.

Vox tugged on ears and hair, framing the other man’s jaw in his hands, shoving his fingers into clothes, and palming at his dick as an insistence that he could get it up like a normal person.

Alastor fended off grabby hands from squeezing his ass, sunk his nails into the man’s shoulders when he pressed too insistently, and couldn’t help himself from returning every kiss. They zapped and apparated through the common area, tipping over couches, tearing a cabinet door from its hinges, and even shattering one of the coffee tables when Alastor lost his balance and Vox toppled over him. They simply kissed through the rubble as Vox finally got a chance to rip open the Radio Demon’s shirt, sending buttons flying everywhere.

With a distasteful scowl, Alastor shrank into his shadow and slipped down the elevator shaft. Vox grinned malevolently, following after.

It took him a bit, but he eventually found the man in an empty conference room. In no time at all, Alastor was wrapped up in his arms, knocking over folding chairs and overturning the projector cart. When he tried to escape, Vox caught one of his wrists, throwing him off balance, and instead of some other discrete location, they wound up right in the middle of the kitchen.

Two people screamed, one person shouted with surprise, and Vox was not dissuaded. His hands wrapped around Alastor’s bare ribcage, hefting the man onto his waist, and crashing their lips together. Alastor fought the embrace, bucking and twisting which sent them careening through the chefs and flailing into cookware. A stock pot got whacked off a burner, spilling a large batch of creamy soup all over the floor and Al hissed when his hand brushed against the flame. Pans and ladles quickly joined the mess while Vox slipped and maneuvered as best he could until they stumbled through the dual-swing double doors into the dining area.

Alastor realized this was an infinitely worse scenario, but as he tried dissipating into his shadow, Vox threw off the trajectory again and they wound up splayed over the salad bar.

Vox continued kissing like it was nothing, simply glad to have Alastor feisty and spirited to chase after. They rolled through lettuce and toppings, narrowly missing the dressing station and finally the Radio Demon could get his legs between them so he could shove the man away.

Vox snarled when Alastor vanished, but in an instant, he was gone too.

One of the chefs stood in the doorway to the kitchen with a stupefied expression, her cell phone camera pulled up and having recorded the entire scene. When she was finally able to pull herself together, she typed up a message and sent it off. At VoxTek she had two jobs; one as a prep cook, and the other as a studio assistant for Valentino.

Vox was barely able to out race Alastor through the gaps and crevices of the walls, once again throwing him off his path and sending him somewhere else he didn’t intend. The two showed up right in the middle of the Darling Dear set, tumbling and rolling across the bedroom scene as they bumped and jostled through various props. Some of the sound equipment was slammed into, bonking Vox in the head which awarded Alastor a moment to pull free and go stumbling to his feet.

“Not fucking happening!!” Vox called out, snagging his wrist and jerking him back into his arms. Al lost his footing and sent them both crashing to the floor until the Media Demon was rolling on top, grinding his now rock hard cock between his legs and earning a startled grunt in response.

“I’m gonna shove my cock so far up your ass, you’ll taste me on your tongue for days, and you won’t be able to stop thinking about how much you love it!!”

Alastor snarled, trying to get a good hold, only for Vox to snag both wrists in one hand, kissing with unyielding hunger. The Radio Demon struggled, squirming and kicking a leg while he was ground into the floor with no remorse.

“I’m gonna fuck a whole fucking complex into you. You’re gonna start begging me to dick you down, addicted to my cum and always looking for your next fix.” Vox sank his teeth into the sinner’s collar bone, causing his spine to arch and a whine to sneak between his teeth. Vox bit and sucked harder on the hickey, dragging the nails of his free hand down Alastor’s side and snickering victoriously when his legs instinctively wrapped around his waist.

“Don’t ever think for a moment you’re the one in charge. Remember? You’re my bottom-est bitch, Al!”

Just as he thought they were going to be fucking in the middle of the film studio, Alastor snuck his legs between them, pressing his feet into his abdomen and using all his strength to launch him backwards. In a blink, Al was gone and Vox was zapping into electricity to chase after him.

It was still morning and everyone was making their way on set to get ready for today’s shoot. There was a table offering coffee and bagels with various flavors of schmear, and Valentino, Angel, and Nox’s beefcake actor were all standing near it with their jaws hanging open.

Angel broke the silence. “I take it those two are writin’ a new episode?”

Val blinked and shook himself back to reality. “I think they just wrote a few episodes.” A buzz suddenly came from his pocket and he pulled out his phone to see it was a message from some assistant of his. She’d sent a video and when he opened it to press play, a hand came up to cover his mouth in shock. “¡Dios mío!” He gasped again as things progressed. “On the salad bar??” He muttered a few exclamations under his breath as he quickly wrote up a text and sent it off.

Bring me a salad from that mess and it better have the muy caliente chipotle dressing!!

The two overlords continued this dance for a few more hours until they were finally back on the executive floor with Alastor laying on a couch that wasn’t over turned, and Vox splayed on top of him. Al succeeded in outrunning the other a few times, but never for more than fifteen minutes. They were both breathing heavily, their foreheads inches apart, until Alastor spoke.

“I’m hungry. Fetch me something for lunch.”

Vox hung his head in defeat, smacking their foreheads together and receiving a grunt from the Radio Demon.

“You are such a fucking brat. Why can’t you just be horny??” Vox demanded, reaching for a gentle kiss regardless.

“Perhaps if you keep this up, I might actually be by the time midnight nears.”

Vox dropped his irritation for a look of curiosity. “No shit? That’s actually fucking impressive.”

Alastor realized his smarmy joke was taken a bit too seriously and planted a palm into his forehead to shove him away.

They ate lunch amongst the wreckage of the common space, ordering fresh bowls of whatever soup they spilled all over the kitchen and Vox horked his down in record time.

“Wait right here.”

He ran into the bedroom and Alastor had to raise his voice to call after him.

“I better be able to finish my meal this time around.”

There was some rustling and a few curses mixed in with devious chuckles and just as Alastor was scraping up the last of his soup, Vox appeared.

Alastor choked. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t this. He tapped a hand against his chest to reel in his coughs which only proved to widen Vox’s nefarious smile as he slowly emerged from the corridor of bedrooms. Alastor mustered up whatever strength he could to tamp down a flush from spreading across his cheeks while Vox entered wearing fringed leather chaps, a fringed leather waistcoat, and had one hand engulfing the crown of a ten gallon hat which blocked the view of what may lie beneath those chaps.

“Well, well… Whaddya reckon we got here?” Vox mused in a playful tone. He’d managed to add to the outfit with a braided cord around his neck holding a turquoise pendant, a whip coiled and attached to his belt, along with a reed of grass sticking out of his mouth. Alastor flicked his eyes up and down, but couldn’t bring himself to speak.

“I reckon we got ourselves a sinner up to no good. The sheriff’s gonna wanna speak to you.” Vox spat out the reed and tugged one flap of his waistcoat closed, tapping on a shiny silver star. “Lucky for you, I am the sheriff.”

Alastor felt all of his hackles rise, but not as much as when Vox finally moved the hat to reveal he was wearing a jock strap to compliment the chaps, leaving only a few details to the imagination.

Vox approached and climbed one knee at a time onto the couch, immediately crowding Alastor into the backrest as he sat frozen in indecision. Vox plucked the soup bowl from his grasp, then tossed it towards the kitchen to join the broken plate and sullied omelet with a shatter. “What say you, partner? Should we skip the prosecution and verdict, just go straight to the punishment?”

The only thing Alastor could hear in his brain was a constant, unfaltering scream as he stared at the jock strap now sensually gyrating into his pelvis. He had no idea what was going on in his mind, but he knew for certain he wanted it to stop!

Hold on!!

WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Vox had him boxed in with both hands gripping the top of the couch, continuing to perform his invigorating lap dance until Alastor realized he’d been helped out of his ruined dress shirt and was now having the zipper lowered on his slacks. His mind was foggy with kisses and TV-headed cowboys, but before they could get any further, a voice came over the desk phone PA system near the windows.

“Uh, sir.” His assistant attempted to speak with authority. “So sorry to disturb you, I’ve been trying to call your cell, but I think you’re needed on set.” The unmistakable sound of Valentino shouting and throwing things could be heard from the other end of the line. Vox growled so low in his throat he sounded like a beast.

“I’m in the middle of something, Allen!! Get him a valium or something!” Vox tried rescuing the mood with kisses, but it was no use. Alastor smacked a hand into his forehead, shoving him back.

“Sir, it’s Ethan… and, umm, he’s already taken a bunch of stuff, but he’s still like this.”

Vox let loose an impressive string of curses as he climbed off the couch and stalked to the bedroom. He returned shortly with his discarded blue shirt, tugged Alastor off the couch, and threaded the Radio Demon's arms through his sleeves.

“I’m not fuckin’ done with you.” He warned in a low voice, sneaking a quick kiss before taking his hand and leading him to the elevator. “Be there in five, Evan!”

Vox directed the shout at the phone, but before Ethan could correct him on his name, him and Alastor were in the lift. Vox shoved the other sinner into a wall, kissing him and buttoning his shirt at the same time. They reached the bottom and the door opened just as Vox was zipping his fly, then took him by the hand to proceed to the film studio. When they got there, Vox and Valentino were immediately engaged in a shouting match as the Media Demon simply led Al through the studio, guiding him to sit on the director’s chair he normally occupied, and handed him a bottle of water. His gestures were simple and unrushed, almost like he wasn’t yelling angrily at his business partner, and the only thing Alastor could focus on was the fact that he hadn’t bothered to cover up a single bit of the cowboy outfit.

Val was yelling about the actors not portraying their characters correctly while Angel was seated on set for a bedroom scene of My Darling Dear, insisting the phrase ‘chaste salaciousness’ made no sense.

Vox groaned a noise of frustration as he rubbed his hands up and down his features. “It doesn’t have to make sense!! It’s part of your character, we’ve been over this!! She’s not opposed, she’s indifferent! So, when Nox is able to pique enough interest and make it worth her time-!”

Valentino finally climbed off set, muttering a few obscenities in Spanish and collapsing in his director’s chair. He seemed to only now notice Alastor sitting there holding a completely empty bottle of water and looking as if he ran the entire way here with his mussed hair and rumpled shirt.

Wait, wasn’t that Voxxie’s shirt from this morning??

Val felt his smile grow sinister as his mood began improving. He turned the other way, snapping his fingers to get the attention of a certain imp and made a motion like he wanted them to write something down. They nodded and pulled out a notepad.

Someone approached and Valentino glanced back to see it was the actor for Nox. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember the guy’s name, but they’d wanted to cast someone taller than Angel with a chiseled physique and attractive features. It was certainly not representative of Vox, but then again, Val wasn’t too keen on casting Angel in Alastor’s role, and all in all, it was just supposed to be some shitty Soap with a bit of porn. Now look at all the episodes that were airing.

Nox suavely set his hand on the back rest of the chair Alastor was seated in, leaning in with forward intention, and Valentino was excited to see this train wreck unfold.

“Hey there. You and the co-director just get in from another set?” Nox asked in a melodious tone, leaning in a little further.

Alastor did a double-take, suddenly noticing someone was way too close to his personal space and pointed a bitter scowl at the idiot. “What?”

Nox tried again, moving closer and making Alastor even more uncomfortable. “You’re the guy, right? From this morning, I mean. I liked what you had to show. And also with the tentacles the other week; you’ve got some pretty spicy moves.”

Alastor only listened to about half those words as he kept glancing back at his cowboy now and again. “...What?”

Nox chuckled playfully, crouching down further and pretending to brush a bit of lint from the overlord’s shoulder. “I’m saying, why don’t I show you my dressing room, you can show me those tentacles, and the two of us can have a bit of fun?”

Alastor narrowed his eyes, still genuinely not following along. “What??”

Just then, Valentino breathed an exaggerated inhale of shock and spoke blatantly loud. “Nox, you naughty man! Are you flirting with Alastor??”

Alastor’s brain finally clicked the pieces together and silently went …What???

When Vox heard those words, on the other hand, he was livid and in Nox’s face in an instant.

“Hey!! Get your fuckin’ face out of his fuckin’ business, got it?! Scrubs like you don’t have any reason to think they’ve got a chance!! I’ll end you!! Ruin your whole fuckin’ career and make it so you can’t even get a job as a fuckin’ paperboy!!! I’ll kill your whole fuckin’ family-!!”

Alastor couldn’t understand what the big deal was, but didn’t have a chance to butt in as he watched his cowboy shouting down this giant man as if he couldn’t simply pick up the Media Demon and fling him out the window. The size difference between them was unreal, and yet Vox was still able to make the actor look about two inches tall compared to his personality.

Vox continued his tirade with no end in sight despite Nox being one of the stars of the show until Alastor was at his side gravitating towards him.

“Your room, right now.”

The Radio Demon disappeared into his shadow, and Vox completely lost his train of thought. He looked over to see Nox cowering like a bitch, then up at Valentino grinning sadistically, and finally the words sunk in.

In the next instant, Vox zapped himself up the powerlines of the tower until he arrived in his room. Fingers dug into the collar of his waistcoat the moment he rematerialized, and Alastor crashed their lips together in an especially sloppy kiss.

They stumbled and tripped over items in the room trying to make it to the bed. The mattress was no longer aligned with the box spring, the sheets were a mess, broken glass was scattered on two sides of the room, furniture was overturned, clothes were strewed about, and none of it mattered as they toppled onto the bed making out like their lives depended on it.

Vox let Alastor claim the top spot as he ground his hard dick into the other man’s like Vox so relentlessly did to him whenever he got the chance. He scrabbled at the fastenings for his pants, getting them undone and down his thighs before successfully driving his cock into the Media Demon’s ass. In classic Vox fashion, he moaned at the entrance from tip to root and Al could tell he was actually trying to hold back his emphatic cries of pleasure. He paused, savoring the sensation briefly, before doing what he could to strike up a rhythm and not come at the speed of light.

Vox whined like a bitch and Alastor had a moment to wonder if there was a mute button handy, but endured the best he could, trying to tune him out. His strokes weren’t particularly deep, his timing was off, and he knew for certain he wasn’t the biggest, yet Vox appeared to be having the session of his life as he shouted Yes, yes!! It’s so good, it’s so fucking good!!

Alastor focused on thinking sexy thoughts of Vox, always trying to sneak a bit of affection, or remembering his quirks and interests. Claiming he’d ruin the careers of two celebrities on Alastor's behalf, or making claims about moving Heaven and Hell so they could remain together. He came with a stutter, sinking his nails into the man’s hips and letting a grunt escape. Vox reached out to jerk himself off, cumming not long after, and gripped both hands into the collar of the Radio Demon’s shirt to haul him down for a kiss. He pulled out and collapsed into the sinner’s arms, exhausted from the fuck session that had been going on since this morning. He couldn’t believe he, of all people, could get roped into such an extended bout of intercourse.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Al. I thought you were going to let me die from lack of sex. Don’t ever fucking do that again.” Vox muttered.

Alastor genuinely laughed. “If I recall correctly, you came at least a half a dozen times between this morning, our race through the tower, and just now.”

“Yeah, but I still wanna feel my cock inside you.” Vox lamented in a grousing tone, pulling him in for a forehead kiss.

“Then I suppose you’ll have to wait until after midnight when you’re back from your night with the moth.”

Vox gaped. “Are you serious?? Daddy Al is gonna let me go out tonight??”

Alastor pointed a scathing look at him. “Never call me that again.”

Vox snorted. “Yeah, sure.”

“And you are still required to take my shadow with you.”

Vox let out a hefty sigh, wondering if he should fight this harder or just try to explain the situation to Val.

Alastor let out a surprisingly heavy breath and a melancholy atmosphere seemed to overtake him. Before Vox could ask, however, he spoke.

“This curse isn’t meant to simply take a life on the off-chance of inflicting sadness.” He began, reaching out to grab hold of Vox’s hand on his chest, threading their fingers together. “It gives you your greatest desires; wishes you never knew you had, or never believed could come true. It fills you with endless bouts of joy and happiness until every bit of it is stripped away and you’re left as a broken shell, doomed to wander Hell alone and afraid to ever experience that level of pain again. No one has escaped this fate out of the tens of millions of souls cursed with it since the beginning of time, and ultimately, most choose to terminate their time in Hell, putting an end to their suffering.”

Vox inhaled sharply as a reflex, having not truly comprehended the mechanics of the situation. He clasped their hands tighter over his chest, using his other to rub lines up and down his arm.

“I’ll make him understand, Al. After all, if it’s important to you, it should be important to me.”

Alastor glanced up at him with a warm and thankful expression.

~0~

As Vox and Val were heading out to Ozzie’s for dinner, Alastor was in the kitchen area with a handful of spice containers and an empty shaker jar. The entire space had to be cleaned and repaired after Vox and Al’s exuberant escapades, and Vox reminded him that if he wanted something cooked, he could just order from the kitchen.

“Oh, I’m not cooking dinner, just preparing some seasoning.”

Vox gave him an odd look, noting the thyme, oregano, paprika, and… sugar? There were a few other little jars, but he simply shrugged and kissed him goodbye.

Vox and Val stayed at Ozzie’s late into the night, drinking, sharing food, making out in the booth, and watching the show from their balcony seats. Alastor was tucked away in the rafters of the restaurant with two more dead imps hidden out of sight in the ceiling tiles. It was the same story as the last time; they were hired by Rosie and were here to kill Vox with some sort of overly complicated bullet. This one, however, looked different from the other and Alastor tucked it away in his pocket.

He figured Vox had a point about his outfit; no use being spotted with all that red when he was trying to be inconspicuous. He’d borrowed a collection of pure black items, trying to blend in amongst the shadows as well as all the Hellborn blood he kept spilling. There were two more dead imps in a building across the street and as he sat staring at Vox on his date below, he let out a dreamy sigh.

It was starting to get bad. He was beginning to not be able to separate himself from the other man and that was a slippery slope to the real consequences of his curse. He couldn’t help it though, not when he was filled with such bliss the likes of which he’d never experienced before.

He held up the severed imp arm, then shook his seasoning jar over it with a heavy hand and took a bite. It wasn’t perfect, but as his mother always said; a little bit of sweetness helps cut the bitter taste.

Notes:

There was no way this chapter was getting out in my normal timely fashion, not with sexy cowboy Vox dancing through my brain at all hours day and night. If I ever attempt to write a chapter hornier than this one, I may not survive it. Now, excuse me while I go take the longest and coldest shower of my life.

(I do have a happy ending in mind for this storyline, we just have one fuck of a bumpy ride ahead of us)

Cheers to 100k words!! 🥳🎊

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