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Alastor’s plan was flawless. The dominoes arranged in perfect order, ready to fall spectacularly. The only downside was allowing Vox to bask in his ‘victory.’ Very little phased Alastor after so long in hell, but his smile pulled taut and strained under the mask as Vox trotted him about like a prized pony. This farce resulted in one of the most tedious days he’d ever endured, living or dead.
As the day drew to a close, Vox, of course, had to slip in another attempt at humiliation, but at least it was marginally more entertaining.
From Alastor’s position at the side of the bed he could see every rippling muscle, every drop of sweat, as Vox fucked the moth demon. He had Valentino tied up and moaning like a whore while Vox murmured a stream of filth into his moth’s ear.
It was… fine.
He had some notes. It was a struggle to engage when he knew he could have given a much better performance.
Not that Alastor had any interest in fucking Valentino. The moth demon’s banal abuse of Angel was irritating on a good day.
He also moaned like he was being paid. The sound grated on Alastor’s ears, but Vox ate it up, chasing every sound with moans and static of his own.
A shame, really, how Vox twisted himself up in his ideas of power. Knowing Vox, he would never consider what he actually wanted. Alastor was sure Vox could take cock like a champ. He’d bet good money Vox would love it. Perhaps someone should offer.
Two pairs of eyes snapped to Alastor. Maybe he’d slouched or shifted. Maybe the tight breaths Alastor let escape behind his mask were more obvious than he thought. Whatever he’d done, it brought a viscous smirk to Vox’s lips.
The energy shifted in the room, Vox amping up the rhythm as Valentino tried to keep up. The moth demon had the audacity to frown at Alastor.
Vox pounded into the moth, nails biting into his flesh. The blue patterns along his ribs danced in the low light.
Alastor trailed his eyes over Vox’s body. He’d never had the opportunity to indulge so thoroughly. When he finally looked up Vox met his gaze with wide hungry eyes before his screen flickered and he collapsed on top of Valentino with a deep groan.
Fascinating.
Entertaining even. Especially when the moth demon shot Alastor a scathing look and finished himself off with a muttering curse as Vox crowed over his ratings and ‘victory.’
Still Vox wouldn’t let the day end. Fortunately, his tacky showboating put his weaknesses on full display. It was too easy for Alastor to rip and tear. Chipping away at Vox’s illusion of power was the most fun he’d had all day. Alastor’s breath fogged up the screen of Vox’s face as they snarled at each other. What Alastor wouldn’t give to dig his fingers into Vox’s flesh and shred the demon to pieces. Alastor allowed himself to get lost in the intoxicating tension that snapped like lightning between them.
Until Valentino felt the need to remind them of his presence.
“Hey, you two should just fuck already.” Valentino was met with a pair of scathing looks, but that didn’t deter him. “What? Am I wrong? And can I film it?” His teasing smile curled like the wisps of his smoke.
Alastor took a breath, drawing himself back behind a facade of calm. He offered a condescending smile and allowed the taunt to slide off his back.
Vox did no such thing.
“Get out!” Vox hadn’t bothered to back up and Alastor’s smile twitched as Vox’s speakers boomed directly in his ear.
“Babe, I’m just teasing.” Valentino pulled himself out of the bed and draped himself across Vox’s back, his robe more of a fashion accessory than clothing. “Unless you’re into it. I mean he is your prisoner.”
“Out!” Electricity crackled around Vox as he shoved his lover out the door.
Vox couldn’t quite hide an exhausted sigh before he spun back to Alastor all sarcasm and bluster. “And don’t get your knickers in a twist, old man. I know that shit isn’t part of our deal.”
And yet, the way Vox leaned ever so casually on his desk, the hitch of his shoulders, the static teasing at the edge of his screen. It was all very telling.
“Oh, now that’s interesting.” Alastor said tilting his head just so. He felt the corners of his mouth tug up impossibly higher.
Vox’s gaze which had found the ceiling ever so fascinating just a moment ago snapped to Alastor. “What?” His arms crossed and uncrossed a few times before settling on his hips.
Alastor stared him down for a moment. Just long enough to see sweat prickle across Vox’s brow. “You actually want that.” It wasn’t a question, but the way Vox’s shoulders ratcheted up to his ears was more than an answer.
Vox’s obsession with Alastor was understandable. So many in hell danced along the fringes of Alastor’s attention begging to be seen. But Vox… his tenacity, their history, all of it tangled up exquisitely. With all the shit Alastor put up with to see his master plan unfold, he deserved a little fun.
Alastor felt his grin shifted to a leer.
“Fuck you.” Vox hissed as a flush rose high on his cheeks. “I have bitches lined up out the fucking door begging for a piece of this. The fuck would I want you for?”
“That’s why it’s interesting.” Alastor grinned, delight dripping off of every word. “What is it about me you find so enticing?” He rolled his chair forward forcing Vox to stumble away. “Is it the way I’m superior to you in every facet of your existence?”
“Shut up!” The threatening crackle of electricity was belayed by the distinctive whine of audio feedback. “Did you forget that you’re my prisoner? You are at my fucking mercy, you decrepit antique!”
Vox loomed over Alastor’s chair though he very conspicuously kept his hands to himself. No fist tangled in Alastor’s lapels, no hands wrapped around his neck, not even the press of fingers digging into his shoulder.
“You won’t get another chance, you know.” Alastor relaxed back in the chair and let his head loll to the side.
Vox’s eyes widened and he shifted back his gaze traced over Alastor like he was checking for traps. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before he managed to speak. “Are you asking?”
“I’m telling.“ Alastor made a show of examining his nails even as the motion pulled his bindings tight against his wound. “Once I’m free, you won’t be able to lay a hand on me.”
Vox’s face did something complicated, flashing between emotions so fast Alastor couldn’t quite catch them all. “You’ll never be free.” He growled.
“Ha!” The laugh punched out of Alastor almost on accident. “And they say you aren’t funny.”
The noise Vox made wasn’t quite a scream, all frustrated static and feedback, as he stormed out. He probably thought it was a dramatic exit. All Alastor saw was his prey scampering away.
Finally, some quality entertainment.