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There was a ding as the elevator doors opened, and Valentino strode into the penthouse as if he owned the place - which was only partially true. It didn’t matter if the company was named VoxTex, or if Vox was the one in charge of it. At home, Valentino was the one in charge.
“Daddy’s home,” he called out in a sultry tone, running his four hands over his body before spreading his arms wide to show himself off. He expected Vox to be waiting for him in their living room, ready to take Valentino into his arms and make out sloppily after a day of being apart. Maybe even Velvette would be there, ready to roll her eyes at their public affection and compliment his outfit, which still looked fabulous after a long work day of putting the whores in their place. Alastor - he might have been there. He was like a stray cat that came and went as it pleased. But he would probably not even react beyond a tiny flick of his ears.
But the room was empty.
Huffing, Valentino dropped his arms, scowling as he pulled out his phone. Vox should have been there at the very least - it wasn’t like he couldn’t tell where Valentino was at all times, and at the very least would know the second that he swiped his card to enter the building. And Valentino wanted his attention, dammit, especially after giving his attention away all day to bitches that didn’t deserve it. He swiped away the texts from Angel, which would be either him telling Valentino to leave him alone or that he needed him so badly, he didn’t care, and went to text Vox, muttering in Spanish under his breath.
His thumbs were ready to fly over the keyboard and snap at his partner, but almost instantly messages from the sinner himself popped up, one after another.
Bristling a little, only partially placated by the complement, Valentino raised a hand to flip off one of the many cameras that were probably watching him, shutting off his phone just as more texts came in from Vox, probably already trying to fix the mess he caused. But the pendejo could fuck off until he came home and showed how sorry he really was.
In the meantime, Valentino was going to peel out of his clothes into something more comfortable. There was no point in looking so delicious when there was no one there to appreciate it.
Striding into his bedroom, the only light coming from the heart-shaped string lights that were always on, Valentino barely spent a moment in there beyond kicking at a small pile of clothes that Vox must have left on the ground - the imbécil was such a slob - and heading straight for his walk in closet. His own clothes were scattered across the floor from his usual morning routine of looking for the perfect outfit, but at least they were contained to his own space instead of their shared space. Plus, he would send Kitty in when it got too bad.
Grumbling, Valentino stripped off his clothes, tossing them over one chair just to snatch up from another chair a pair of shorts and a cropped shirt before he stomped naked out of the closet to the attached bathroom. They didn’t make him look sexy, but at least he would look cute and comfy, and that’s all that mattered right now.
Ten minutes later, Valentino emerged from the bathroom with a sigh, feeling a little better after going through his nighttime routine of scrubbing off his makeup to properly wash and moisturize his face, now silky smooth. It was one of his best features after all, he needed to take care of it even if all he wanted to do was throw himself into bed and dramatically sob into the pillows until Vox came home to make him feel better. He could still do that and make sure he didn’t get pimples.
His foot brushed at another of Vox’s shirts, and Valentino grumbled and pushed it aside, ready to climb into bed, but paused to really look at it. The shirt was red. And Vox didn’t wear red, ever. In fact, there was only other two people that lived in the tower that wore red, and one was at a party with Vox, so that left-
“Ciervo?” called out Valentino, squinting as he properly looked into the large bed that could fit up to four people but usually only held two, his heart-shaped glasses left in the bathroom. In the darkened room, he hadn’t noticed the lump that was curled up on Vox’s side of the bed, facing away from him. But now he saw a pair of fluffy ears framing a tiny pair of antlers, which pricked up briefly at his nickname. A nickname he repeatedly told Valentino he disliked, but that hadn’t stopped him.
“Ciervo, what are you doing here?”
There was no answer, and Valentino reached over to the nightstand to turn on a lamp so he could see better in the dim room. But as soon as the light flicked on, illuminating a small part of the room for only a short moment, a shadowy tendril shot out from Alastor’s direction and shoved the lamp hard, sending it flying into the far wall as it was yanked out of its wall socket, the light snapping out right before it shattered.
“¡Ay, que carajo!” spat Valentino as he stepped back, his wings snapping open in defense. “¡Ciervo estúpido-”
His anger faded away as he watched Alastor curled tighter on his bed, ears pressing back in what might have been fear or distress. His ears were the one thing Valentino could use to read his moods, considering he always had that stupid forced smile on his face.
Something was wrong with Alastor, and curse Valentino’s luck, Vox wasn’t here to deal with him.
The moth Overlord resisted the urge to rub a hand down his newly scrubbed face and ruin all his hard work. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Alastor - in fact, they got along on the rare occasion they spent time together, especially if it was to poke fun at Voxxie. And maybe it was just that the two of them and Velvette had an unspoken bond, forged by the understanding of what it was like to have to listen to Vox be… well, a white man.
But Vox liked to take up as much of Alastor’s time as possible when he was at the tower, which definitely didn’t make Valentino jealous in any way possible. Mostly because he knew that he was the better lay out of the two of them, based not only on the fact that Valentino was just that good, or that Alastor openly talking about his rare interest in anything sexual; but because sometimes Vox would bitch to Valentino about how on the occasion Alastor would let Vox fuck him he seemed just fit to lay there and take what the tv-headed sinner gave him.
Such a pillow princesa.
It wasn’t like they were besties of anything, not like him and Velvette. Valentino wouldn’t be mad if the Radio Demon never came around to the Tower ever again, even if he had to listen to Vox bitch and moan for the rest of eternity. He might miss him a little, but that would probably fade with time.
Probably.
Still, after a pause, Valentino slowly moved around to the other side of the bed, trying not to start the deer sinner any further. “Alastor?” He felt a small pang of unexpected hurt when Alastor curled more in on himself, hiding his face in the blankets. “Alastor.” His eyes roamed over Alastor to see if there was anything visibly wrong with him, taking in his red old-fashioned striped pajamas, “¿Que pasó? What happened?”
When there was still no answer, Valentino held back a huff, putting one set of hands on his hips and crossing his other set of arms over his chest. He wasn’t good at the “comforting” thing, especially when he didn’t know what he was supposed to be comforting someone about. He was about to just turn around and leave, spend his evening on the couch until Vox got home, when Valentino smelled it. It was faint, but he was very accustomed to the smell. It was part of his job, after all.
The smell of arousal, but with a sweeter hint to it. More desirable.
Ah, that was it. Not just arousal, then, but a heat.
“Oh,” purred Valentino, leaning down to Alastor with a smirk. “Ahora veo. Are you in heat, Mister big bad Radio Demon?” He was very aware of what was between Alastor’s thighs, another thing that Vox liked to talk about a lot - sometimes unfortunately when he was already deep inside Valentino’s own cunt. “Does your pretty pussy hurt?” Valentino reached out, patting Alastor’s shoulder in mock sympathy. “Do you need Voxxie dick?”
What he didn’t expect was Alastor to flinch at the touch, pushing further back onto the bed and letting out a low whine of pain.
Yanking his hand back, Valentino stared down at Alastor, taking him in again. His small fluffy tail, usually hidden under his coat, was curled close to himself, and if Valentino looked long enough, he could see Alastor was trembling faintly. “Ay, ciervo-”
“I’m fine,” hissed Alastor, finally lifting his head. Valentino took in the strained smile, eyes that were just a little too wide with pupils dilated, and the large ears that were quivering from the force to keep them upright and pretend like he wasn’t in a panic. “Nothing is wrong.”
Raising an eyebrow, Valentino popped his hip and rested his free hand on it. “Oh, really, chiquito? Then why aren’t you in your own bed?” Because the Radio Demon didn’t stay often at Vee Tower, but when he did, it was never in this bed. He had his own room with his own bed where Vox always went to fuck him, because it was the one rule Vox and Valentino both insisted on, in their own ways. This was their bed, so they would fuck their side pieces anywhere but in their shared room.
Alastor’s ears finally pressed back and once again didn’t answer. Huffing, Valentino shook his head as he pulled out his phone. “Alright, I’m texting Voxxie-”
“Don’t.”
The pleading in Alastor’s voice surprised Valentino enough to have him pause and look back at him, who swallowed hard and gave a little shake of his head. “I don’t want him.”
“Mmhm.” Valentino’s gaze went to the crotch of Alastor’s pajamas, which if he looked hard enough in the dim lighting were clearly damp with arousal. “Cause your pussy says otherwise, Allie.”
“I don’t-” Alastor shuddered, his eyes fluttering for a flicker of a moment, tail flicking up for just a flash of white before he pressed it back down against his ass. “I don’t want him.”
“Um, I know how heats work, cabrón,” Valentino reminded him, his voice dripping like too sweet honey. If sinners in heat didn’t get fucked, it caused cramping and headaches, and sometimes worse. “You’re gonna need some good dick to get through it without being in a fuck ton of pain-”
“I said I’m f̴̜͌I̴̼͙͠N̵̞̈́e̶͔̦͑,” Alastor snapped, filter crackling and his eyes darkening to radio dials as his antlers creaked and snapped with the force of them growing three times in size in a matter of seconds, forcing Valentino to take a few steps back or get impaled. And not in the fun way.
It was a small warning, but it was enough.
“The fuck, hijo de puta-” snapped Valentino back, dropping his phone as his hands went for his guns. Vox might get mad at him for shooting his crush, but it wasn’t like he would die, as long as he didn’t use any angelic bullets. But they weren’t at his side, making him want to curse again.
Snarling as he curled up more on himself, like a prey animal being cornered by a predator, Alastor closed his eyes as his antlers shrank back down and hissed out, “Ľ̸͚̘͒e̵͚͆ä̷͇v̸̱̬́ȇ̴̞͍ ̶͓̌ͅṁ̴͔̆Ë̵͍́͠ ̴͖̀͝Ä̴͈̣͒L̵͓͝Ǫ̷̋͛N̷̯͝Ė̷̝͝!"
At first, Valentino’s gut reaction was to huff and turn heel, curse the stupid deer as went to go spend the night in Velvette’s apartments instead, bitch to her whenever she got home. But just as he was going to step back, Alastor’s body shuddered, like he couldn’t hold it in any longer, and there was just the tiniest glimmer of tears at the corners of his eyes.
Hesitation stopped Valentino in his tracks. Memories of his own from when he was alive were flickering through his mind as he watched Alastor in his bed, their behavior close enough that they almost overlapped. He might have never gone through a heat or rut personally, even in his sinner form.
But he knew what it looked like to fear touch, even when you desperately wanted it.
Chewing the inside of his cheek, a bead of blood blossoming across his tongue, Valentino glanced over Alastor again, where he laid on Vox’s side of the bed, the same side he’d slept on for decades. That probably smelled like him. He took in the tightly clutched fabric in Alastor’s hands that Valentino must’ve missed before, a boring and stuck up single color that meant it was probably Vox’s, and suddenly the clothes scattered across the floor made sense. Then there was dampness that was spreading slowly but steadily over Alastor’s crotch. Valentino didn’t know exactly when Alastor’s heat started, but it’d clearly been long enough that he’d finally broken down in search of someone familiar to help him.
And came here.
That made a flicker of - definitely not jealousy - something fill Valentino’s chest as he wondered how often Alastor had gone to his Vox for his heat. Had actually enjoyed Vox fucking him for once instead of just laying there and taking it. Then Valentino shook his head, his jealousy fading, because Vox would have bragged to him without even a moment's hesitation if that happened. For fuck’s sake, he would probably even throw a party.
Sighing, Valentino picked up his phone, watching the blur that was Alastor stiffened, but ignored it as he opened his texts. There were a number of new ones from Vox about how he was sorry, he would make it up, yada yada. Any other day, he would make Vox grovel, it was fun, but instead, he set the phone aside on the nightstand. The main point was that Voxxie promised he would be home soon, that’s all he needed to know.
“Move.”
There was a beat before Alastor said affrontedly, “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Move. Ya me oíste, muévete,” Valentino grumbled in rapid Spanish as he started to climb into the bed, ignoring Alastor's hiss of alarm as he moved around him, wings dragging behind him over the soft and thick blankets. “Sé que no eres sordo con esas orejas tan grandes, no te hagas el importante conmigo, madre puta ciervo-”
“What do you think you’re doing?” snapped Alastor as he cracked his neck to follow Valentino settle on his knees behind him, eyes glowing bright again, antlers starting to grow again in warning. “G̸̙̈́ȩ̵̙͂̓t̶͈̣̔̋ ̵̥̂ā̴̠͓W̵͙̔͠ͅÁ̷͍̜̓Ỳ̵̟̳̐-”
“No!” snapped Valentino, his wings flaring out to make him bigger and more imposing, though Alastor’s only reaction was a brief flick back of his ears. It was always his ears giving him away. “This is my bed! Not yours! And you need to stop being el bruto aquí y -” Huffing, Valentino grabbed at Alastor, ignoring the screech of panic as his long fingers wrapped around Alastor’s skinny arms and tiny waist and he yanked him towards him, “and accept some fucking help!”
“L̴̹̊e̸͇̅t̶͉̐ ̴̢͒G̵̲͋O̴̪͆ ̶̥̃o̶͕̐f̴͍̓ ̷̣͂m̴͎̽e̸͈͆” Despite his attempt to try and crawl away, dropping Vox’s shirt as his claws scrambled into the blankets, Alastor let out something like a disgruntled bleat as Valentino dragged him closer using all four of his hands, Alastor apparently forgetting in the moment that he could just shadow travel away to his advantage. “Valentino-”
“Oh my god, shut the fuck up!” Valentino grunted as he pulled Alastor into an upright position, grimacing as he fully took in the ugly old fashioned pajamas he was wearing, knowing that Velvette would throw a fit if she saw them. Jesus, was what with the old timer sinners and having no fashion taste? “Will you stop squirming?!”
“What do you think,” hissed Alastor, the sound of his radio static getting to an even higher pitch as Valentino held him up almost like a misbehaving child, “y̷̺͈͛͝ỏ̸̩̗u̷̲̞̽'̷̣͝R̷̘̔̄E̶̲̙͗͊ ̴̛̞̳̈́D̵̘̎͊O̷̰̟͠͝I̴̞̔N̶̲̘̆̐G̵̹̞̎́-”
Huffing, Valentino pulled Alastor into his lap, upper arms wrapping around him for an awkward hug while his lower hands rested on his hips to keep him in place.
Instantly, the deer stiffened in his arms, and the static that had been building cut out sharply like a radio had been abruptly shut off. Alastor was a tall sinner, but not nearly as tall as him, so his face was almost pressed into Valentino’s chest, which meant that every quick and shallow breath Alastor took was felt against his stomach. Long gangly legs on either side of him trembled, and Valentino almost winced as he felt the prick of claws press against his shoulders, Alastor clearly unsure if he wanted to push him away or claw out his throat.
This was probably the most idiotic thing Valentino had ever done, which probably according to Vox, would be a really high bar to hit. Because maybe if Alastor wasn’t in heat, wasn’t having some kind of panic attack, he would probably tear Valentino into little pieces for even thinking of touching him like this. He might have ended up on that infamous radio wave that still held the screams of previous Overlords.
Definitely not one of his kinks.
Still, Valentino didn’t let Alastor go, even as the Radio Demon’s heart beat like a frightened rabbit in his chest, hard enough Valentino could feel it, and his ears pressed so firmly against his head that it must have ached. “Don’t be un pendejo, corazón.” That made Alastor huff, either in amusement or annoyance, he wasn’t sure. “This is just to calm you down and get you out of my bed. You’re ruining my beauty sleep.”
This time, Alastor did chuckle, relaxing just the tiniest bit in Valentino’s arms, even if it was reluctant. “Yes,” he said with a rasp, still trying the stuck up asshole he was, “you clearly need all you can get.”
“Bah, cállate, I look fucking gorgeous,” scoffed Valentino. “I don’t want to hear it from you with your fuckass flat ironed bob.”
Laughing softly, Alastor felt silent, and took several long minutes before he started to slowly relax more in Valentino’s hold, shivering as if he was freezing even though he burned against Valentino’s bare skin. Instinctively, probably from all the times he wrapped Vox up the same way because the asshole got cold easily, Valentino wrapped his wings around Alastor, making him go stiff again. “You would think those ugly dull pajamas of yours would at least keep you warm,” he drawled, trying to sound casually bored.
Huffing, Alastor grumbled in argument, “They’re comfortable and practical.” He emphasized that last part as if he’d never seen Valentino in anything like that in the decades they’d been aware of each other.
“Uh huh. Whatever you say, ciervo.”
Those fluffy ears flicked up and down in annoyance, but Alastor was quiet for what felt like ages before he said hesitantly and quietly, quieter than Valentino had ever heard him, “Why are you doing… this?”
“I told you, I want you out of my bed -”
Snapping, his ears pressed in anger, Alastor insisted, “Do not try and coddle me-”
“Please, you need coddling,” drawled Valentino. “Like I said before, cabezón, you’re in heat. Bitches in heat need coddling at the very least. You know it, I know it, I’m surprised Voxxie ain’t here to know it too-”
That made Alastor go stiff again in his arms, and Valentino suddenly understood why the sinner had insisted that Valentino not tell Vox.
“Ay, ya veo,” Valentino huffed. “He doesn’t know about them, does he?”
“... No,” admitted Alastor very quietly, the pressure of his sharp claws increasing on Valentino’s pecs, and he held back a slight hiss of pain. “And I would prefer he not know.”
“¿Qué? Why not?” Valentino was very confused - which if you asked Vox, was not unusual for him. “I would think papi - Voxxie - would love to help you with your, eh, little problem.” Even though he was doing nothing more than holding the deer sinner in his lap, nothing erotic about it, he could still feel Alastor damp crouch against his thigh, the warm wetness not going away. “He’d probably be the first in line.”
“That,” said Alastor, the one word sharp as a knife pinning a butterfly to the wall, “is exactly why.” He shifted in Valentino’s lap, a soft whimper of discomfort escaping him, and his next words were panted out, crackled with static again. “Vincent - Vox - wouldn’t know how to… properly handle me. He is…” He paused, struggling to figure out the right away to describe the television head demon.
“Un imbécil?” suggested Valentino dryly, knowingly. “Can’t think with anything but his dick when a good pussy is involved?”
To his surprise, that earned him an astonished laugh from Alastor, and he finally pulled his head back to look up at Valentino. Closer up, Valentino could see the faint haze of arousal in those wide red and black eyes, the circles under them from at least a few nights of restless sleep. Come to think of it, it’d been a few days since Valentino had seen the deer walking around Vee Tower like he owned the place, and he wondered if Alastor had been suffering alone until some kind of instinct finally forced him to leave the safety of wherever he’d hidden himself, to the place that was closest to a proper nest for him. Vox’s bed. Which just so happened was Valentino’s bed, too.
“Yes, exactly,” said Alastor with a hint of warmth that wasn’t there before. “He really doesn’t properly know what he’s doing, does he?”
“Ay, sí!” exclaimed Valentino with both delight and exasperation that someone else understood. “Decades of fucking him, and sometimes he acts like a fucking dog humping a leg. No finesse." One of his upper hands went up to wave in dismissal. “I’ve given up on teaching him how to eat out my pussy without a, you know, helping hand.”
Not that Vox minded at all.
Alastor’s ears flicked as he looked up at Valentino with curiosity that he tried to hide. “A helping hand?”
Oh, right. He would just lay there and take whatever Vox gave him.
Grinning wide, Valentino leaned down a little closer to Alastor, purring as he teased, “Sí, ciervo. Specifically my hand on his head as I push him down and tell him exactly what to do with his tongue.”
He expected Alastor to look a little disgusted by the comment. Any time one of the three Vee’s brought up sex in a normal conversation, he always wrinkled his nose and flicked his ears like he was trying to get rid of an annoying fly. If it got really bad, Alastor would literally vanish into the shadows. It was almost a game between Valentino and Velvette to see which one of them could get him to break first, and it annoyed the shit out of Vox. An added bonus.
But this time, Valentino watched as Alastor’s slit-like pupils shrunk, his mouth open just a fraction in surprise and maybe interest, and he shifted again in Valentino’s lap, barely heard whimper slipping through his parted lips before he screwed his eyes shut and pressed his face back to Valentino’s chest to hide that brief look of shame. “I- I apologize,” he forced out, his ears falling to the sides in shame. “I didn’t mean- this damn heat-”
“Ay, it’s okay, Alastor.” With a brief moment of hesitation, Valentino stroked Alastor’s back, up and down gently, and the deer shuddered in his lap, back arching slightly into the touch. “It’s your heat, I get it. Everything feels a bit fucked up, sí?”
Nodding, Alastor shuddered again, this one stronger than the previous ones. “It’s… so much worse than before. I don’t know why.” He gave a whine, and Valentino was shocked to hear the big strong Radio Demon that scared almost all of Hell sound so pathetic. It almost made him hug him closer, shush him gently and soothe him.
“How did it go before?” asked Valentino curiously, though he had a rough idea based simply on how he’d seen other heats go.
In shuddering, hesitant words, Alastor explained, “Alone. I spent them alone in my radio tower. They were… uncomfortable, but more of a nuisance.”
That was one way to describe the pain and fever of a heat untouched, he supposed. Valentino could feel Alastor wrinkle his nose against his chest, probably sneering despite the fact he was dripping wet in his lap. “I refused to touch myself, so I would busy myself with my show or sleep. It would take perhaps a week before I felt comfortable enough to go out in public again without disgracing myself.”
“But not this time.”
Valentino might have been hearing wrong, but he could have sworn the deer was grumbling under his breath in French, which made Valentino roll his eyes. Not because he didn’t understand the language, and because Vox simply adored it when Alastor spoke it, but because he hated the old adage that French was the language of love.
Bah! It was clearly Spanish.
“N̴͔͎̼̗̐͌͒̈ǫ̶̖̹́̎̕,” spat out Alastor, radio static crackling through his voice, and Valentino swore that he felt the tiny hairs that covered his body rise, like when Vox used his powers to travel through the currents. “I don’t understand it, but this time-” Alastor shuddered, and the smell of his arousal grew stronger. “This time it’s unbearable. I can’t- I can barely think, can barely move beyond the pain. I don’t even…” Alastor’s ears fell to the sides as he admitted hesitantly. “I don’t even know how I got here. And now-”
“And now the little ciervo is in my lap, in my bed,” Valentino cooed, earning an angry flick of ears and growl. “Calm down, calm down. I told you, you’re in heat.” He drew Alastor closer, earning a deer-like noise of surprise as Alastor stiffening again. “I know how to deal with bitches in heat, and you needed consuelo. Comfort. And dick, but since you don’t want that, no entiendo por qué -”
“I don’t need comfort,” hissed Alastor, squirming as if trying to get away, though he didn’t try very hard. “Valentino-”
“Aye, sí, you do,” Valentino insisted firmly. “Don’t be so stubborn, cabrón.”
“Release me-” Alastor shuddered and melted as Valentino stroked a hand over his ears and hair, like he was petting a spitting kitty cat, and groaned. “Valentino…” he still protested, but his attempts to push Valentino away weren’t as strong, the urge to submit probably overtaking all over thought, even if Valentino wasn’t the one Alastor really wanted.
“Sí, I got you,” muttered Valentino, continuing his touches. “I’ll do just this. Nothing more, bueno?”
Usually - and Valentino would openly admit this - he wouldn’t be this nice. He wasn’t a nice bitch. No one really was in Hell. And he could say it was because he didn’t want Alastor to rip off his hand if he tried anything more. He could also snap that he just wanted to get Alastor calm before Vox got home so the television demon could whisk him off and leave him to his beauty sleep.
But there was something in the way that Alastor reacted to him earlier that made Valentino’s heart twist just a little in sympathy. Seeing in his wide eyes a shared demon.
“So, little deer,” said Valentino softly. “Who was the one that hurt you, mm?” As he felt Alastor stiffen once more in his arms, he said casually, “Aye, don’t be so surprised. I was a whore before I was a pimp, cariño. I know the look of someone that’s been hurt like that.” As Alastor looked up at him, eyes narrowed in suspicion, Valentino met that gaze and held nothing back. Tried to say without words that he’d been hurt like that, too, and he understood the pain, the fear, that came from it. He watched as Alastor examined his gaze, his shoulders falling as the distrust drained out of him, both of them falling silent as Valentino continued to stroke Alastor’s hair.
“... It was my father,” Alastor said so softly that Valentino could barely hear it. His eyes fell shut, his claws curling against Valentino’s chest, and looking perhaps the most vulnerable Valentino had ever seen him, even with the smile that was still locked into place, though it had fallen a smidge. “When I was very young. It made me… resistant to touch for a long time. Of any kind.” Then his eyes opened back up, and the smile turned sharp and amused, if just a little sad before that small vulnerable emotion vanished. “He was the first person I killed, and I still remember his screams.”
That made Valentino cackle, his own smile curling up. “Ah, qué suerte tienes, cabrón! I wish I could have killed my old man. Would have been good to hear him beg for once.”
One of Alastor’s ears flicked to the side. “So, it wasn’t…”
“Aye, no.” Valentino waved a hand. “He wasn’t into kiddies, my son of a bitch papi, not like that. He just liked to smack us around.” He huffed in annoyance. “Like to prove he was the big man, that he was better than his little ones.”
“And what did you do?” asked Alastor. There was no curiosity in the statement, just the knowledge that he knew Valentino fought back, he just wasn’t sure how.
Valentino smirked. “When I was big enough, I hit back. Hit him for every time he hit him and then some. Then I left before he could bring out the gun and shoot my pretty ass.”
Humming in understanding, Alastor said as easily as most talked about the weather, “You should have killed him. Much more satisfying.”
Cackling, Valentino admitted, “I thought about it. But I didn’t want to leave my poor mama alone with four chica’s and no money.” Even if she’d never stopped her husband from hitting them, because he hit her too, she still loved them. And even though he loved her too, he never looked back, never checked to see what happened to her and his sisters after he left. “I ain’t that bad.”
Alastor gave him a look, clearly not believing Valentino, which was fair, but didn’t push it. “Where did you go? After you left home?”
“All the way to Cal-i-fornia, baby,” purred Valentino. He had been fifteen when he ran away from home and his abusive father, determined to do better than the nothing town he’d grown up in surrounded by immigrant Puerto Ricans that were destined to work as maids and farm hands and all the worst jobs that white people didn’t want. He dreamt he was going to make it big. Maybe even be on the big screen.
Well, he did. Just not when he was alive.
Instead, young Valentino lost his virginity to a trucker that couldn’t tell he was too young or didn’t care in exchange for a ride to California, fucked behind gas stations or truck stops while he bit his palm so no one would hear him. Only to get there with nothing but the clothes on his back, so then he dropped to his knees in alleys for more men that treated him like the trash that surrounded them, let them fuck him against rough walls for whatever cash he could get. He went to sleep on benches with his hand on a switchblade and trying not to cry.
Still, he was so sure that he would make it. Even if he had to crawl on the ground, eventually he would find his moment.
And he thought he found it when Fernando found him. The older man, dressed to the nines with gold around his neck and on his fingers, looked at him and said he saw potential. Promised him he’d be a star, that those shiny bright lights of Hollywood would be in his grasp someday. All he had to do was exactly what he said.
Oh how blind he was.
“I became a star,” Valentino said proudly, resisting the urge to puff up his chest. “I was so popular, everyone knew my name.” He huffed, pouting in annoyance. “And of course, the men, they couldn’t keep their hands off me. Ugh, so handsy. But I guess that’s the price of fame, sí?”
Lies, lies, more lies. And if Alastor could tell, he said nothing. Just stared up at Valentino until the moth squirmed, and he suddenly the truth was spilling out of his mouth, like Alastor was drawing poison out a wound. Told him that Fernando, his first papi, his first pimp, dressed him up and had him fuck every man that had enough cash, even took pictures so that men he never met could jerk off to him. That he felt violated, felt like he had no control of his own body. So he took control. Became Fernando’s best, brought in the top dollars. He wasn’t a star in the way he originally planned, but he was wanted, could make men and women beg for him, and he was cared for, and that had to be enough for a poor Latino boy from fucking Florida. At least if he was on his knees, it wasn’t to scrub floors. At least he wasn’t breaking his back in the fields.
Then he couldn’t stop himself from telling Alastor how he turned thirty, and it all came to an end. Valentino came in one day to find Fernando, the old bastard, with a newer and shinier whore on his lap, preening under the attention. That his papi said that Valentino had gotten too old and too used up. That he was no longer needed.
And in retaliation, Valentino had brought out his gun and shot the twink in the face. Blew his pretty looks away. Screamed that he wasn’t old, wasn’t broken. Fernando had promised him the bright lights and he was going to get them, no matter the cost.
He hadn’t even noticed one of Fernando’s men come up and shoot him in the back. He vaguely remembered the blood pooling out underneath like a pair of gory wings, the discarded body of the boy he’d just shot crumpled in front of him like they were both trash. Disposable. Remembered tears as he realized that his dreams of being a star had never really come true.
And there was a final gunshot, and Valentino found himself in Hell. As a fucking moth, drawn to every bright light just as he had been in life. And Hell was filled with them. But these lights were more likely to burn his new fragile wings.
“And you would think, ciervo, that I learned my lesson,” chuckled Valentino mirthlessly as he looked away, blinking back the burning in his eyes. “Aye aye, I was so stupido. I managed to do the same thing with Tiago. My second papi. He told me I was pretty and that he could make me famous in Hell. Make me a movie star, keep me safe.” He spat the last word out like it was filth. “As long as I signed a little contract. I learned the hard way that I’d sold my soul. That his definition of safe and mine, es muy diferente.”
This was before the exterminations, before angelic steel, and nothing could permanently kill a soul in Hell. So what did it matter if a sinner slit his throat in the middle of sex, his throat filling with blood as the sinner came inside him? Maybe even play a game of Russian roulette, someone’s cock still inside Valentino as they put the gun to their head and pulled the trigger, their brain matter splattered against the wall behind them before they fell atop of him? Or fuck him with a cock that for once was too big and let it split him open, have him fucked until he dropped from exhaustion a whole day after, then choke him out with no warning, his two sets of hands clawing at bare arms and drawing blood as he tried to breath - the list went on and on. He’d done it all. This was before Vox, when several Overlords were fighting for dominance as the one most wanted in entertainment.
The bolder, the bigger, the better.
Before Alastor eventually came swooping in and took them out, one by one. But never Tiago.
And sometimes, Valentino silently hated Alastor for this. Of all the Overlord’s to take out, why not him? Why not Tiago? Was he not bad enough? Disgusting enough? Or was he too weak? Too strong? What were the parameters for deciding who you tore apart and saved their screams on a never ending broadcast, and why did Tiago never meet them?
“I hated him,” hissed Valentino lowly. “If I thought I hated Fernando, I despised Tiago.” For treating him worse? No, that was the way Hell operated, he knew that as an Overlord now. You only made it here by building off the suffering of sinners, and you just had to make sure you weren’t one of them.
No, he despised Tiago because for a second time, in his second life, someone was using Valentino for their gain. Promised to make him a star brighter than all the other stars, and a fucking sun so bright he should be hard to look at, and yet he was still just one tiny star amongst hundreds. Practically worthless.
All of this, Alastor took in quietly. He never said a word about how Valentino was a stupid little shit that got taken advantage of, not once but twice, and how he deserved everything he got. Instead, he said softly, “Vox found you, didn’t he? I remember when he announced your… partnership.”
Here was the thing. Memories were something in Hell you couldn’t always keep, and you definitely didn’t get to choose which ones you could keep. You might remember the worst moments of your living and afterlife, no matter how much you didn’t want to. They would play on repeat in your head until you wished you were fully dead. Yet you might not remember the smaller, happier memories - his madre’s perfume, his first taste of arepas, the smile of his hermanitas, the laughter of his many primos during family gatherings. The list could go on and on.
But he could remember clearly the first time Vox had bought his time. To him, the tv-headed sinner was just another john, even if he was an up and coming Overlord. He definitely remembered how long it took Vox to even take him to bed, because first he had to insist that he was a straight man, that he’d never had sex with a man before, all while Valentino laid there like a whole fucking meal, trying not to roll his eyes. It was a play he’d seen a dozen times before with a dozen different actors.
Then when Vox was finally ready, after he let Valentino get down on his knees and suck him until both his cocks were hard - if only to show him that man or not, Valentino was the best - he went straight for Valentino’s pussy without even any kind of foreplay and actively avoiding his dick. All while acting like he was the best lay Valentino was ever going to get.
Ha! The pendejo had come after a few measly thrusts.
Oh, how Vox had looked down right pathetic as he hovered over him, panting with wide eyes as Valentino could feel one cock sputter inside him while the other had coated his ass, his screen glitching in shame as he mumbled an apology and started to move off him.
And that’s what made Vox stick out to Valentino, the pause that made him not immediately dismiss him. He had apologized. To him, a whore. No one ever apologized to him, not when he was just a hole to fuck. Valentino wasn’t sure even now why Vox apologized, he never asked. Maybe because he didn’t want to know how Vox was probably thinking of the very man in his lap instead of Valentino himself while fucking him. That he’d been preparing himself for the one he really wanted, who later dismissed him and who broke their friendship for years before they both finally got their shit together.
But that apology made Valentino press a hand to Vox’s chest as he rolled them over, pressing the smaller sinner into the bed and reminding him that they had the whole night that Vox already paid for, and Valentino would show Vox how to fuck him properly.
And the apology; the one after several more rounds of sex, after Vox finally made him come and his eyes went wide, clearly never having seen a proper orgasm, he had laid next to him and rambled for almost a whole hour, about sharks of all things. That was the apology - definitely not how adorably nerdy the man was - that made Valentino offer Vox his time outside of his profession. It was how they meet in Valentino’s tiny apartment instead of motels, hiding the relationship from Tiago, spending all his free time curled up in his too small bed as he listening to Vox ramble about how he was going to be the strongest Overlord in Hell and all his plans on how to do it, technology and how it was evolving above, and of course, sharks. Always sharks.
Most of it went all over Valentino’s head, but still he listened and gave his comments, and couldn’t help but glow when Vox actually listened to him and seemed to take his advice. It was the first time he was seen for more than his body.
Even if he could use his body to his advantage.
And use it he did, as he planted the idea to Vox about how they would be great together. Vox had the brains and the charisma, at least most of the time, but Valentino had the sex appeal, the street smarts. And they were both willing to be cut throat when need be. The two of them could do what Vox wanted most of all at the time. To climb higher and shine brighter, to show Alastor what he was missing out on.
The only thing stopping him was his contract to Tiago.
If only someone could get him out of it, Valentino would moan to Vox, watching as his idea took root. If only someone strong could save him. He had patiently waited as Vox plotted and planned, giving him the best goddamn orgasms of his life just to ensure he thought Valentino was worth fighting for.
Even if it meant his soul belonged to Vox instead, Valentino was willing to take that risk. Third times the charm and all that.
And years later, Valentino could still clearly remember the day that Vox challenged Tiago for Valentino’s soul in the ring, and how Valentino had played up the damsel card one final time so as to give Vox the motivation he needed. It had been a long game, but it was worth it just so he could see the look of fear in Tiago’s eyes as he was thoroughly beaten and smashed into actual pulp, Valentino off to the side with a smirk as he watched the former owner of his soul temporarily dead.
He’d won. Vox owned his soul, and all Valentino would have to do is show him a fucking good time in the sack to get what he wanted.
Except Vox had done something Valentino hadn’t expected.
When Valentino stepped out onto the field, walking through his former pimp’s blood with the plan to plant a disgustingly deep kiss on Vox just to remind him of what he won before taking him to bed, Vox smiled up at him and tore up his contract. Scraps of the glowing contract vanished, and his brand new electric blue collar fizzled out like a spark as Vox stretched out his hand, offering Valentino the chance to be his partner instead of owning his soul.
El mamabicho. That pendejo had ruined all of Valentino’s future plans as easily as his contract was a scrap of paper to be discarded. And even if it was all part of some plan, damn him for letting it work. Valentino had thrown himself at Vox instead of taking his hand, kissing him just like he planned, except he didn’t pull back. He let Vox wrap his arms around him and spin them, laughing in between their kisses and their shared promises of how they would rule Hell together. There was no love, not yet. There were ideas and promises of power, and that was enough.
Blinking as he came back to himself, Valentino grinned as he nodded, to not show that he’d been affected more by the sudden memories than he wanted to admit. “Si, claro,” he purred. “I may have mentioned that we could be good as partners, and he knew a good deal when he saw it. So he helped me get out of that nasty little contract.”
Humming, Alastor rested his cheek against Vox’s chest. “He does always get what he wants, doesn’t he?”
“Just like the white man he is,” cackled Valentino, and that made Alastor chuckle right before he shuddered again, squirming in Valentino's lap more firmly this time. Valentino could feel the man’s clit, poking out from underneath its hood and probably swollen to an angry red from going untouched, grinding against his stomach right before Alastor gasped in shock, his following whine full of static.
“It-” Alastor’s hands rested flat against Valentino’s chest, the smell of his arousal was getting stronger, as he pressed his forehead to it too. “It’s getting worse,” he forced out in between pants.
Hesitantly, Valentino reached up to place a hand on Alastor’s head, stroking back his hair, and it made Alastor shudder, but he didn’t pull away. “What do you need?” He knew the answer, and he needed Alastor to admit it.
“... Vox,” admitted Alastor reluctantly in a whisper. “I… I need him here. To… touch me.”
With a nod, Valentino said in a gentle tone that he knew his whores liked, “Don’t worry, ciervo, Voxxie will be home soon.”
There was an unexpected pause, several long seconds ticking past before Alastor pressed closer to him, face almost entirely hidden in his top, and was quieter as he said into his chest, “It’s alright. You are helping already.”
That made Valentino stare down at Alastor in surprise. It wasn’t much, but for Alastor to admit even that - his heat was probably hitting him harder than he let on for him even to seek any comfort from Valentino, of all demons. And how wet he felt, the dampness now staining the front of Valentino’s shorts…
It was a good thing that he was very used to controlling himself, otherwise Valentino was sure that even just a tiny twitch of his cock would send Alastor leaping back, before or after he tore off Valentino’s head. Yes, he needed cock, but he wouldn’t take it like this, with no lead up, no foreplay.
Like how Vox probably played with him.
Thoughts rolled in his mind for a long minute, as he went through different scenarios of how to deal with Alastor and how they would play out. Most of them ended with Alastor continuing to be a stubborn pendejo, not asking for help, rejecting any offered to him, even when he clearly needed it. How the fuck did Vox even have sex with him, ever?
Then something Vox rambled onto him at one point popped into his head, and he had to hold back his grin.
I swear, Vox whined as he laid next to Valentino in their bed, a hand waving in the general direction of Alastor’s bedroom, Valentino scrolling on his phone, barely listening, sometimes I don’t think he wants me unless I force myself on him.
Valentino moved one of his lower hands, sliding it from Alastor’s hip to his front, and though he felt Alastor stiffen in his hold, he didn’t stop his progress. And Valentino knew if he really didn’t want this, he could fight back. Hell, Alastor could literally rip his hand or head off without hesitation, or tear his throat out, heat or no. And as hot as that might be, his blood would splatter across the room and Vox would come home to a mess that would require the whole room scrubbed and repainted before Valentino came back to life.
Instead, Alastor’s breath quickened, hot and quick against Valentino’s chest as the tips of his claws scraped lightly against the lower planes of his soft fur-covered stomach, achingly hollow, and waist skinny enough to make some of his actors or Velvette’s model’s jealous.
“Wait-” warned Alastor with a hiss as he started to dip past the band of Alastor’s pajama pants, but he didn’t move. Didn’t push Valentino away even though his hands were still pressed against his chest. In fact, Valentino could have sworn they trembled just slightly. “Val-”
“Let me take care of you, ciervo,” purred Valentino. Already he could feel the heat of Alastor’s cunt, and his fingers were only just brushing the thicker, curling fur that was the start of his crotch. Mierda, they were already so damp with his need, and Alastor had done nothing but squirm a few times in his lap.
“I know what you need. I’m a professional, mm? Plus,” Valentino added as Alastor shuddered, looking up at him with wide eyes that were a mixture of panic, confusion, and straight up need, “I think we both know that I can take care of you better than el bruto de Voxxie, sí?”
That seemed to make Alastor pause to consider what Valentino was saying, and he took that moment to brush the pad of his index finger against the engorged, sopping wet clit, feeling it slide under his touch, and it was like Valentino had sent a jolt of electricity through Alastor. He couldn’t help but watch and appreciate with the eye of a porn director as Alastor gasped, head pulling away and falling back, back arching and showing off his long, slender throat as his chest heaved, eyes widening, clearly shocked. His clit twitched under Valentino’s gentle touch, the smell of his arousal growing in strength, and even if Alastor tried to deny it, his body clearly enjoyed it and wanted more.
It was a shame Alastor wasn’t more sexual or let himself be seen on film - he would make maltidos beautiful films for Valentino. Though that was if Vox ever let him release it, bastardo posesivo.
“See?” Valentino leaned in, pressed a kiss to Alastor’s neck, but when that did nothing, he parted his lips and let his sharp teeth scrape over the thin skin there, and that made Alastor cry out in surprise before he clasped a hand over his mouth to cut off the whimper that tried to follow. “You need this, if just a few touches makes you like this.”
Then his hand slid down, two fingers sliding through his slick lips, not even touching slipping inside, and Alastor choked out a sob behind his hand, his claws threatening to pierce Valentino’s chest as he jerked in his lap, those same folds fluttering invitingly around his fingers.
Fuck. Valentino had control, but he didn’t have that much control. His cock couldn’t help but twitch at the feeling around his fingers, twisting together as he imagined the same feeling around it, and small tendrils that were at the base of it, just above his own cunt, squirmed in excitement, ready to escape.
“I-” Alastor was already breathless, ears falling to the side limply as his dazed gaze flicked up to Valentino. “I can’t-”
“You can’t,” agreed Valentino, and he wrapped his free lower arm around that slender waist so he could lower Alastor to the mattress, pressing his upper hands on either side of his head to hold himself over him. Watch as those slit-like pupils contracted before his eyes fell shut as Alastor shuddered, clutching at Valentino’s shirt as he felt the moth’s slender fingers slide through his wetness before resting below his clit. “But I can, mm?”
The deer below him panted, his lips parted and showing off the tips of his razor sharp teeth. He didn’t open his eyes to look at Valentino, didn’t give him permission. No, that would mean he admitted defeat. That he needed help.
Instead, Alastor turned his head away, pressing his cheek into the blankets with a nuzzle of need and a small bleat of frustration as his hips jerked. Searching for more touch, more pressure - anything to ease the pain of his unwanted heat.
Grinning, Valentino reached up and grasped Alastor by the cheek, forcing him to turn his head back up at him. He saw the smallest flutter of his eyelids, cracking them opening just enough that Valentino could see a sliver of his red eyes glowing in the low light. “I’ll take good care of you,” he promised, stroking the sharp cheekbone of Alastor’s cheek slowly, to be taken as for comfort or as seduction, that was for Alastor to decide as he closed his eyes again. “I’ll make you feel so good and ease some of the pain.” His fingers circled the throbbing clit, just once, and Alastor moaned softly, his legs still wrapped around Valentino’s trembling. “Si, Alastor?”
“Fu-” Alastor tugged at Valentino’s shirt, though it could have been to try and push him away, Valentino took it as a sign to lean in closer. “Valentino-”
“You sound so pretty saying my name,” crooned Valentino just before he crossed the little bit of space left between them and kissed him, letting his chest press down against Alastor’s as he started a slow and steady circling of Alastor’s bud.
Instantly, Alastor was crying out against his lips, squirming against the still gentle touch and acting as if he was being fucked roughly, like a filthy whore, instead of Valentino having only just started. Valentino took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tilting his head to the side as his hand against Alastor’s cheek held his head in place so he could take it all in without interruption. It was like drinking ambrosia, swallowing each of Alastor’s little noises of pleasure, probably never made by Vox or anyone else. He couldn’t even imagine what it was like if he really fucked Alastor. Pressed him face first into the mattress and fucked him from behind, a hand curled into that stupidly straighted but decadently soft hair as his cock slammed over and over into the probably always tight cunt. Watch himself get swallowed up with each thrust.
But he wouldn’t do that. Not today, not after the history they’d shared with one another. Alastor needed soft, needed gentle, even if Valentino had to force that on him. Later, maybe, once he’d had an orgasm or two, he’d see about fucking Alastor harder and faster and see what noises he made then. When Voxxie finally got back, maybe let him watch and whine as the two men he fucked instead fucked each other all while not able to touch them.
Later.
For now, Valentino flicked his thumb over Alastor’s clit, grinning as Alastor tried to pull away from their kiss with a broken moan, his heels coming down to press into the base of Valentino’s back. Instead, he pulled back instead, sitting up between Alastor’s legs and took a moment to watch as the infamous Radio Demon whined as moved out of his reach. “So needy,” crooned Valentino, watching as Alastor’s hands fell limply beside his head, claws grasping at nothing as he pressed the cheek back to the mattress with shaky breaths as he slowed his circling. He really didn’t need much. “And such a pretty sight.”
“Fuck off,” panted out Alastor, his ears flicking in annoyance, but his cheeks were flushed the faintest red, and his chest heaved in a way that made Valentino want to rip off that stupid button up pajama and see what was hidden underneath.
Casually Valentino asked, “Too warm, little deer?”
Nodding into the blankets, Alastor panted out, “Hot. Too hot-”
That was all the confirmation Valentino needed, and his now free upper hands lunged forward to start working those tiny black buttons, working from the top, just under Alastor’s jaw, to the bottom. Each one undone revealed more of Alastor’s chest, probably only ever seen by Vox, and with the way the idiota raved about it sometimes, he wanted to see for himself what was so special about it.
The fluff started to spill out before Valentino even finished undoing those tiny buttons that made him squint in the low light, before the material fell to either side of his chest once it was done. There was an even fainter flush that was on his cheeks going down Alastor’s previously covered neck, disappearing underneath the fluff that covered the top half of his torso. And just under those, pale slender scars that curled just under his pecks, almost hidden under the fur but not quite. There were other scars too, random scars that criss crossed his entire body, but it was those scars that stood out to Valentino the most.
“Ay, Allie, look what you’re hiding away.” His hands sunk into the fluff, reveling in their softness before dragging downwards. “You could rival my Angel with those.”
That earned a small hiss as Alastor’s ears pinned back. “Don’t talk about-” He was cut off as Valentino cupped what was left of his breasts and gave a little squeeze, his thumbs brushing over the hardening nipples, and making Alastor arch up into the groping with a shocked whine.
“Ah, fine, no talk of my angelcakes.” Valentino let his hands move down more, running them over the sharp edge where Alastor’s ribs dipped dramatically to his tiny waist, sliding under the band of his pajama pants and underwear and started pushing them down, ignoring how Alastor gave a little noise of protest, turning it into a gasp as he pressed his thumb against his clit to distract him. He shifted back until Alastor’s legs, still wrapped around his waist, had to let him go and fall down to the bed. “But I see why Voxxie likes to fuck you so much, and I haven’t even gotten to see the good part yet.”
Alastor watched out of the corner of his eye, still panting like he could never get a full breath as Valentino tugged his pants and underwear down, down, moving back with them as he went - until Valentino was yanking them off and tossing them to the side, to join Vox’s clothes that had been scattered across the floor by Alastor. Leaving Alastor in just his fallen open top, only his arms fully covered now, down to the buttons at his wrist, and Valentino’s fingers still at his clit making him shiver.
Swallowing hard, Alastor’s hands instantly tried to go for his crotch in an attempt to cover himself up before Valentino could see anything, never mind that he was already touching him there. But Valentino was quicker, and his upper hands grabbed him by the wrists and pinned them up by his head, and that earned a small staticky screech from the Radio Demon, turning his face up to Valentino with flashing eyes.
“Oh, shush,” scoffed Valentino. “Like I haven’t seen a pussy before.” He pulled his lower hands back, making Alastor’s hips jerk with neediness when his fingers pulled away from his throbbing clit. “You want me to make you feel good, don’t you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, knowing he wouldn’t get one, and grasped at Alastor’s thighs so he could push them open, exposing him fully.
“Wait-”
Valentino was already drinking Alastor in like he was a rare wine. His cunt was almost dark pink with his need, even if it was all from the heat, and now without his damp underwear or pajama pants to absorb his wetness, he was already starting to drip onto the blankets. Alastor shivered as he watched Valentino take him, from his painfully swollen clit down to his opening, which even with his poor eyesight he could tell that it was clenching down even though there was nothing inside him just to prove how needy he was.
“Mierda, ciervo, no wonder Voxxie wants your cunt so much.” With one of his lower hands reaching out, he used a pointer finger to trace the outside of the trembling lips, teasing, and Alastor whined. Not just a little whine, a loud whine, his head tilting back so far that his antlers dug into the blankets with the threat to rip them open. “Muy bonito.”
“If you’re going to do something,” snarled Alastor, “do it.” It was probably supposed to be a threat, but he was breathless, and his thighs continued to shake in Valentino’s hands just as another dribble of his desire landed on the blankets. “Just - stick it in and get it over with.”
He wondered if Vox would be able to smell it later, even after tonight, if he made him drip enough that even a washing couldn't get it out.
“Impatient, dear deer,” chuckled Valentino as Alastor hissed at him. “But I’ll be nice.” Keeping a firm grasp on Alastor’s thighs and wrists, Valentino leaned down, ignoring Alastor’s bleat of alarm as he brought his face down just inches from his cunt. “I’ll even be nicer than Voxxie.” He flicked his gaze up, seeing Alastor had lifted his head up so he could look down at Valentino, eyes wide in shock. “I bet he doesn’t do this for you, does he?”
The only answer he got was Alastor swallowing hard, the tip of his black tongue darting out to wet his lips.
“He's so greedy, mm? Just thinks about himself.” Valentino leaned in closer, blowing a small cool breath over Alastor’s cunt, watching as it spasmed and Alastor whined, almost hiding the sound of claws ripping into blankets. Oh well, he’d make Vox buy him new ones. “You gotta tell him what to do, Allie. Show him who's really in control.”
He parted his jaws, letting the long length of his red tongue slip out so the tip could slide through the mess of Alastor’s folds and finally taste him. It was musky and sweet, like an aged red wine. Valentino groaned, lapping it up eagerly. Maybe it was just his heat that made him taste so sweet, to draw in someone to fuck him properly, but it was delicious none the less. Plus, it’d been such a long time since he’d gone down on anyone that wasn’t Vox or Angel. It was almost refreshing.
Between his legs, the two tentacles that made up his cock, barbed and pierced, started to twine together, the crotch of his shorts suddenly a lot snugger than they were a few minutes ago as they swelled in size, and the tendrils at the base of them finally emerged, searching curiously for the sweet smell of Alastor’s cunt.
As his tongue glided through Alastor’s pussy, the deer’s back arched as he gripped hard at the blankets, tugging at the grip Valentino still had on his wrists as he did. All while letting out an unrestrained shriek that was full of crackling static, making the tiny hairs that covered Valentino’s body rise in response. “Oh-” he gasped out, and Valentino could imagine how his eyes might be rolling back. Probably never had a tongue down here in his living or afterlife, and he was seeing a whole new world open up in front of him.
Grinning, Valentino let his tongue trail upwards, flicking and curling around the bud at the top, Alastor’s reaction to that a strangled noise before there was the faint sound of a jazz band bursting to life. A soundtrack to his first time getting eaten out. Valentino tried not to laugh.
Licking his lips, Valentino hummed. “If you think that’s good, cervatillo, just wait till I really get started.”
“You… That wasn’t you starting?” Alastor questioned with a tiny screech.
This time not able to stop himself from a small barking laugh, Valentino looked up Alastor’s body, where the deer was staring down at him with true surprise. “That was just me getting a taste, baby.” As Alastor’s mouth fell open, Valentino lifted Alastor’s legs and rested his thighs on his shoulders, which made him squawk and squirm back, pulling his wrists finally free from Valentino’s grasp. “I can’t wait to hear what you sound like once I have my tongue deep inside you.”
“Th-That-” Alastor was stammering, a sound Valentino had never heard him make before. He was up on his forearms, pulling himself to the edge of the bed before Valentino grasped his hips and pinned them down to the mattress. “That sounds-”
“Fucking good?” suggested Valentino, letting his tongue fall out again to show its length and girth.
Alastor made a face. “Grotestque.”
“Says the cannibal,” pointed out Valentino with a roll of his eyes. “You’ve had worse in your mouth.”
“Yes, but nothing like that inside my…” Alastor cleared his throat, ears flicking back as he glanced away.
Valentino couldn't help himself. “In your pussy? What, only had Voxxie’s fingers and dick?”
“Could you not call it tha- A̸̛͇̘̙̿͛H̸͚̳̲̔̅̔” With a burst of static in his cry, Alastor's arms slid out from underneath him, making him drop back onto his back at the feeling of Valentino’s tongue trailing through his cunt, lapping from the bottom up and flicking at his clit. At least there was one sure way to get Alastor to stop talking.
Groaning, Valentino pressed in deeper, letting his long tongue fill almost every crevice of Alastor’s cunt. If he was with a boring bitch that wasn’t as interested as he wanted, this would be when he would put down a heavy layer of his venom, pink and viscous as drool. In due time, whoever he was with would be a needy mess beneath him, begging for more, willing to give anything for him to keep touching them.
But there was no need for that for Alastor, who had never touched himself before and only let Vox fuck him because he probably felt bad for him. Alastor was already moaning like any of his whore, if not better, hips trying to jerk up in Valentino's grasp to try and get more while also trying to squirm away from the overwhelming sensations. But Valentino didn’t let him go. Instead, he dipped lower, his tongue slitter down like a snake in search of his prey, so his tip could circle the hole that Vox was always so desperate for.
“Wa-Wait,” gasped out Alastor, squirming harder in his grasp, his claws tearing again into the blankets and the cute little dewclaws pressing into Valentino’s back as he tried to get away while also pulling that mouth against his cunt closer. “Va-Va- Tino-”
Valentino didn’t wait, didn’t give him a pause. It was a different kind of rush, having the infamous Radio Demon, the one other Overlord’s feared, and the obsession of Vox laid out in front of him like a whole meal. It was a new taste of the same drug, and Valentino was a glutton for it.
So he pressed his tongue against Alastor’s tight, quivering hole, not even entering it yet, and listened as Alastor shrieked, the ever growing sound of an orchestra building up to a crescendo filling up the room even as there was a fresh swell of his pleasure on his tongue. It certainly was a boost to his ego as he buried his face into Alastor’s pussy, damp curls brushing against his face as the lower half tongue started to sink into the channel while the top brushed up teasingly against that throbbing clit. He was very multi-talented with his tongue.
“T-Tino-” Alastor shrieked, back arching so much that Valentino wouldn’t be surprised if the freaky bastard broke it in half.
Grinning, Valentino peered up at Alastor as he let his tongue rock in and out of the channel, slowly working him open. He could admit that on a normal day, the Radio Demon wasn’t bad looking. If only he wore something more than those old-fashioned outfits and stopped straightening his fucked up bob. Let Velvette fix him up properly. Now, in the soft glow of the fairy lights that decorated his room, in his rumpled bed, Alastor was a gorgeous mess. His hair was mussed and starting to curl, his smile having disappeared now that his mouth was open to pant and moan at every twitch of Valentino’s tongue with drool running down the corner of one side. That skinny chest was heaving, the fluffy fur that decorated it starting to dampen and flatten with his sweat, his claws had sunk deep into the blankets and probably all the way to the mattress, and his hooves were scrambling at Valentino’s back. Even with his cropped t-shirt, he’d probably be covered in faint lines, and that thought made him moan, which in turn made Alastor cry out when he felt that moan through Valentino’s tongue and through his entire cunt.
“Pl-” Alastor’s head fell back, probably hanging over the edge of the mattress, blood rushing to his head in more ways than one. “Val… Tino, plEASe!”
Oh, one of Valentino’s favorite words to hear in bed, and it didn’t matter if it was begging for more or begging for it to all stop. And on top of that, something he’d never heard the infamous Radio Demon ever say so needily, in such a pretty way.
It seemed that Alastor just needed…
Grinning, Valentino thrust his tongue into Alastor’s cunt, forcing him open and sinking in deep with one fell swoop to fill him up almost instantly, while at the same time pressing the upper top of his tongue, just below his nose that was still deep in Alastor’s curls, firmly against his clit.
A little push.
The sound Alastor made as Valentino impaled him on his tongue was both the best and worst thing he ever heard of his life. He couldn’t see his head now that Alastor had let it fall back, but he imagined his mouth falling open in surprise before he screamed in pleasure, and building higher and higher right next to it to catch up was a screech of strings and reed instruments that might make his eardrums rupture. His walls clamped down on Valentino’s tongue, not wanting to let him go, just before he started to fucking come.
Valentino took note of every reaction. To the slick that soaked his tongue, his mouth and chin. To the fluttering walls that squeezed his tongue so tight there was a brief moment of worry that Alastor had some demonic power to snap it off. To how his legs shook, the hooves started to actually tear at his top as they pulled him in closer, and how his back managed to arch even farther, and the ripping sounds of Alastor sinking his claws further into the bed. Even several snaps that he at first thought was Alastor actually managing to break his back, but then he saw several tines of antlers he couldn’t see before from this angle.
Alastor’s orgasm, maybe his first ever, was a fucking masterpiece. All at his hands. Mostly tongue.
And Valentino was actually a little pleased that he wasn’t the only one to see it as he looked past Alastor and took in the figure in the doorway, who had to have just arrived. In fact, he was damn smug about it.
Vox’s pixelated mouth was dropped open, his eyes wide as he took in the scene before him. The fucker’s screen even glitched, not that he blamed him, for a brief second, everything he could see was projected onto his face, like he was taking a screenshot of the moment even though one of them was pixelated to hell. Alastor’s head dangling over the bed, shoulders close to sliding off as he struggled to catch his breath after that mind-blowing performance. His antlers were shrinking back to normal size, his glowing eyes were half-lidded and dazed with pleasure as his chest heaved, and only in the barely hanging on sleep shirt.
Pulling back in his tongue, making sure to lick his lips with an audible smack, Valentino purred from in between Alastor’s shaking thighs, “Hola, papi. Welcome back.”
“What-” Vox’s gaze flicked between Alastor and Valentino, his screen glitching again. “What the f̸͓͂̐̈̂U̶̟̫̟̐ͅC̴͇̯͔͑̈́̉͛ǩ̵͙͜ is happening right now?”
Alastor let out a shuddering breath, barely noticing Vox as he lifted his head to look down his body to Valentino. “I feel… wrung out. But better.”
With a chuckle and a pat to Alastor’s hip, Valentino moved his thighs down to the mattress. “Give it a few minutes, then you’ll be raring to go again, ciervo.” His heat wouldn’t be satisfied for very long, especially after how long he’d been denying it.
“Would someone please explain what the actual fuck is happening?” repeated Vox, sparks dancing between his antennas as he stepped further into the room. His bowtie was already hanging loose around his neck and his top buttons were undone, shoes probably scattered somewhere in the living room. Probably came straight in with the intention of sexing up Valentino to make up for being gone when he got home.
“Did you - were you so fucking mad I wasn’t here you-” electricity started crackling through his fingers and up Vox’s arms as he growled, “FUCKED M̴̩̔̐Y̵̡̛̝̬̓ ̴͇̥̄̐A̴̧̹̦͌̈͘L̵͔͗Ă̸̗̜Ș̸̠̅͜T̸͍̔̈Ơ̸̟̓R̸̢͚̈̉̈́-”
He was cut off by Valentino grabbing one of the heart-shaped pillows on the bed and chucking it straight into his flat face hard enough that the pendejo stumbled back. “Cállate la boca!” snapped Valentino. Underneath him, Alastor had started to shrink in a way he’d never seen before, it was in the smallest ways that Vox probably didn’t even notice; his large fluffy ears pressed back for just a moment, his legs pressed together tightly, and his chest had gone completely still as he stopped breathing. Probably because of his heat still affecting him now that he'd been forced to give into it, making him ready to submit to the biggest dick in the room.
Good thing for him, that was still going to be Valentino.
That seemed to short circuit Vox out of his rant, grabbing the pillow before it hit the ground and throwing it back, even though it missed Valentino by a mile. “What the fuck, Val -”
“Shut. Up,” snapped Valentino as Vox stormed closer. He used his upper hands to grab Vox by the sides of his head and yanked him closer, the bright blue screen illuminating his face. “This has nothing to do with you, idiota. I was helping him.”
Vox scowled down at him. “What the fuck are you talking about -”
“He’s in heat,” hissed Valentino, and that shut Vox up quick, his mouth snapping shut with a little sound effect of a click. “And you yelling is freaking him out, so shut up, Voxxie.” He pushed Vox back, making him stumble again while he looked down. “Ciervo? Alastor?”
Alastor had pulled himself fully back onto the mattress, curled in ever so slightly, his ears up but trembling like he was forcing them there. The only true sign that he was alarmed was his tail pressed firmly flat against his ass. “I’m fine,” he insisted.
“Mmhm.” Not believing it, Valentino lifted a hand, ignoring how the ears flicked back as he stroked it over Alastor’s head, watching as the deer practically melted into the touch, his tail rising in pleasure. Like he’d said before, bitches in heat needed comfort, even if he wasn’t good at giving it.
“He’s in heat?” questioned Vox, having moved back to the edge of the bed. He sounded in awe, like he was seeing a once in a lifetime occurrence. His eyes darted to look between Alastor’s legs as they fell back open with a needy whine, and Valentino could practically hear his brain short-circut. “Holy fuck, he’s so wet.”
“A rare moment for you, sí, Voxxie?” said Valentino dryly, ignoring how Vox huffed in annoyance. “He needs - no puedo creer que te esté diciendo esto - to be taken care of.”
Almost in agreement, Alastor whined, ears flickering like the flutter of a butterfly wings. The smell of his arousal, which Valentino could still taste on his tongue, grew stronger as he started to squirm again. Huh, he didn’t even need the few minutes Valentino betted on to get horny again.
“Oh fuck.” Vox looked like it was Christmas and Colacho had just delivered him the best gift ever, his hands immediately going for his buckle, the clink of metal making Alastor look towards him. “Yeah, yeah. I can take care of him. This is gonna be great!”
And even as he whimpered with need, Alastor’s ears also pressed back with alarm, his eyes narrowing. Valentino knew they were both having the same thought. Alastor might not mind Vox being there - needed him there in fact, that was the whole reason he came to their bed - but Alastor’s experience with Vox in bed so far had been rough and fast. And maybe neither one of them minded that normally, maybe even Alastor would actually want to be taken hard and faster later, but right now he needed a gentler touch to work him into it.
“Vox… Voxxie!” Valentino grabbed at Vox’s wrist, stopping him from yanking down his pants when he didn’t listen.
“Hey, what the fuck, Val-”
“You are not fucking him right now.” Valentino couldn’t believe he was telling Vox, or anyone else, that fucking was not on the table, all while he was hovering protectively over the Radio Demon while he was in a fucking heat, his own hard on mostly ignored. “Ay, no,” he went on as Vox opened his mouth to argue. “Do you want to send him into a panic?”
“The fuck are you talking about -” Vox asked in clear confusion and annoyance.
“I am F̷͖̹́̎Į̵̙̽N̶̺̾̄E̶͚͕̔͒-” insisted Alastor over him.
“Ugh, both of you shut the fuck up!” snapped Valentino, his wings flaring out in warning, and that shut them up both, though in the silence he could hear the low buzz of Vox’s television head and the soft hiss of static from Alastor. Huffing in annoyance, he pushed himself up so he was sitting up on his knees with his upper sets of his arms crossed over his chest, staring down the two Overlords that were blinking at him in surprise like lost puppies. “Can never get a word in with you two sanganos around, maldito cabrons!”
“Jesus, Val, it’s not that serious,” insisted Vox in a whine, almost bouncing on his heels. “Just let me fuck him! Look at him!” He waved a hand at Alastor, whose smile was tight, but he didn’t say anything about his being fucked or not being fucked. “He’s practically begging for it! He’s never like this!”
That earned Vox another heart-shaped pillow to the face, his screen glitching out momentarily as he was forced back again. “Stop doing that!” snapped Vox.
“Madre de dios,” groaned Valentino as he ran a hand over his face. “Que idiota.” He can’t believe he actually loved this moron sometimes. “Yes, he needs to be fucked, but not by you! Ay, don’t look at me like that,” he said with a roll of his eyes as Vox looked hurt at the words. “You get stupid at the sight of a good pussy. Don’t say you don’t,” he added briskly as Vox tried to interrupt, which made him snap his mouth shut again, “and Alastor needs a proper fucking! Where he actually comes for once.”
This had Vox sputtering before he laughed with a tinge of nervousness. “Wh-What? He comes all the time with me! Tell him, Al!”
For once, the Radio Demon was dead silent, unmoving except for his smile getting sharper, and that had Valentino cracking up as Vox’s screen blushed a dark blue in embarrassment.
“Ah, lo siento, cariño. Don’t act like I don’t know you, papi,” purred Valentino, motioning Vox closer, and when he was close enough this time, he cupped the edges of the monitor lovingly, stroking the screen with the brush of his thumbs and making that blue blush deepen in color. “Sometimes you have to be taught to do it right. You like being taught and told how good you are, don’t you?”
Vox glanced at Alastor like he was going to judge him for not being the big strong dom in the room, and Valentino jerked his screen a little sharper than he needed to back towards him. Reminding him to pay attention to only him.
Swallowing, a spark sputtering to life between his antennas, Vox gave a small little nod in his hands. “Y-Yeah.”
“But now is not the time to learn.” Maybe later, when Alastor was more like himself after another orgasm or two and his heat wasn’t affecting him as strongly, but definitely not now. “Instead, I’m going to fuck him.”
“You are?” said both Vox and Alastor together, both in surprise, one with some excitement, one in suspicion.
Scoffing, Valentino let Vox’s screen go to look down at Alastor. “You want to feel good again, Allie? You want to come again?”
Those red pupils against red sclera dilated with pleasure as Alastor’s chest hitching ever so slightly - not a verbal confirmation, but it was good enough for Valentino. He’d fucked plenty of whores for less.
“Then I’m fucking you, dear deer,” crooned Valentino, ignoring as Alastor scowled at the pet name as he dropped back down to cage Alastor, grinning at the sound of his breath catching as tugged the pajama top fully off and tossing it aside before cupping his face and forced him to meet his gaze. “I’ll fuck you good and full, just like your pretty pussy wants, and make you come on my cock.”
Cheeks flushing dark and ears pressing back, Alastor didn’t move for a brief moment of hesitation, his usual dislike of being touched at war with his need, his thoughts tugged between moving back from Valentino or sinking into the touch. So Valentino took the opportunity to lean down and press their mouths together, ignoring the small shriek of crackling static that burned against his lips and Alastor’s hands going up to clutch at Valentino’s shoulder, again torn between pushing him away and yanking him closer.
In the end, it was to draw him closer, groaning into the kiss like he was going to die without the press of lips against his.
“Oh, fuck-” There was the sound of the belt clinking again, and Valentino could imagine Vox shoving down his pants and his underwear, both of his cocks bobbing in the air. “Fuck, think I’ve had dreams about this.”
Valentino wasn’t going to tell Vox that he already knew that, because sometimes Vox’s dreams projected onto his screen and woke him in the middle of the night. Eh. Sometimes they gave him good ideas for movies.
Ignoring Vox as he listened to him fumble out of his pants, almost stumbling onto his ass in his rush, Valentino deepened the kiss and listened to Alastor whine as he returned it with just as much eagerness, if not more. Chuckling lowly, Valentino’s lower hands took Alastor by the hips and yanked him more under him, earning a gasping moan that he took full advantage. He let his long tongue shove past those lips and slide against Alastor’s equally long one, letting them twine together.
Moaning into his mouth, Alastor arched his chest against him, shivering as his peaked nipples brushed up against Valentino’s chest, making him realize that while Alastor was fully naked underneath him, he was still in his pajamas. Even Vox was more undressed. How the fuck was he the most clothed one in the room?
Pulling away from Alastor, who let out a whorish whimper of wanting him back that Valentino hoped to God Vox recorded if just so he could use it as an example for other whores to learn from, Valentino sat up and pulled his shirt over his head, the chain between his pierced nipples dangling freely. He saw Vox standing near the edge of the bed, now just in his button up that hung open at his sides and his socks, both his cocks in one hand as he stroked them, biting his lip as he took them in and a line pixelated red drool going down his flat face.
“Enjoying the view, Papi?” purred Valentino as he teasingly started to push down his shorts.
“Fuck, you’ve got no idea,” groaned Vox, squeezing the base of his cocks to stop himself from coming too early.
“Well, if you wanna join the fun, baby…” Pushing down his shorts, Valentino could feel the cold air hit his dripping pussy, clenching with need so more slick dripped down the inside of his thighs as Vox took it in, a hungry look in his eyes as it was exposed. He loved a good pussy, and he especially loved Valentino’s, which could take both his dicks and yet still be so tight even with only one, the other in his ass for double the pleasure.
As his dick was released from its confines, twisting in the air, Valentino wasn’t surprised to see Alastor staring at it from underneath him. It was a far different dick than Vox’s, which were pretty normal save for the fact there were two of fairly decent size. His dick, on the other hand - two tentacle like appendages that were long and thick even before they twisted together to create one large cock, one that faded from red to black with barbs that lined the sides of them. And that was all before he added a Jacob’s Ladder of piercings up them, along with another at the very tip of each.
What he was surprised by though was the interest Alastor showed in them. It wasn’t exactly the same look Vox had for his pussy, or even his dick when Val made him bottom. It was hunger, but not one of a man starving. Instead, it was like Valentino had placed in front of Alastor a five course meal of exotic dishes after Vox had only been feeding him slop, and he didn’t know where to start.
“You like, Allie?” asked Valentino with a knowing grin as he shucked his shorts down and off, kicking them off onto the floor of the room.
“It’s… interesting,” Alastor admitted as he stared at it, and Valentino could have sworn his tongue slipped out ever so briefly to lick his lips. But it was so quick, he wasn’t one hundred percent sure. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”
“You want a taste?”
What Valentino expected was a scoff and a turn of the head, for Valentino to hurry up and fuck him if he wanted so he could be one orgasm closer to finishing his heat. What he got instead was a quiet Alastor as he continued to stare up at him before he pushed himself up onto his elbows slowly. Not daring to move in case he scared him off, Valentino watched as the deer sinner sat up until he was almost eye-level with the cock, staring down at the throbbing dick while he hovered on spread out knees over Alastor’s legs.
Behind him, he could hear Vox crawling onto the bed, and he chanced a glance back to see his eyes glued to Valentino’s cunt, and having the stares of two Overlords on his dual crotch sent a shiver up his spine.
Then he felt the wet and slick feeling of a tongue running up his cock, and Valentino moaned as he glanced back to Alastor, the tip of his black tongue flicking over the piercings at the very top and the precum beading there before he drew his tongue back into his mouth so he could swallow the taste.
“Fuck, Val,” said Vox from behind, and Valentino gasped as his pussy clenched down on the two fingers that were sliding inside him without any warning, cool to the touch until the walls of his cunt could warm them up, and the claws just sharp enough to make them quiver at the flicker of pain. “He’s never put my cocks near his mouth.”
“Because you’re afraid I’ll bite them off if you shove them near my mouth uninvited,” Alastor pointed out, ending with a small snap of teeth, and while that should have made Valentino pull his cock away from that dangerous mouth, instead his dick twitched with interest. He did always have a thing for danger.
“Oh, Allie. Do I get the privilegio of being sucked off by the Radio Demon?”
That made Vox’s fingers twitch inside him, and Valentino wondered if he was jealous. Not that Valentino cared for once. If Vox wasn’t so sloppy, actually made Alastor come, then maybe Alastor would return the favor once in a while.
Glancing up from where his face was almost right next to Valentino’s cock, Alastor gave him a look. “Don’t call me that.” Still, his tongue slipped out of his mouth, and this time Valentino could watch as that long black tongue was dragged from his base, where the tendrils came out, up and up, to the very tip again. If it was anyone else, he would think the lick was one of shyness.
With Alastor, the gesture looked calculating. Like he was studying his cock and the taste of his precum. And Valentino had to guess that Alastor liked it, because as Alastor withdrew his tongue to swallow, a faint shudder went through him. He even went as far as to close his eyes as he licked his lips of anything that remained.
Including a faint shine of pink smeared against his black tongue before it vanished. Alastor gave a soft groan as the precum, its own kind of drug just like his spit, started to hit him.
Well, if he didn’t want to get drugged, he should have asked first before tasting.
“You like it, bonito?” His upper hands cupped Alastor’s cheeks again, and Alastor looked more surprised than Valentino did as he leaned into the touch with a soft whine. He was getting overly warm again, his legs trembling from the ache of getting aroused again with no immediate relief, and the smell of his pussy was strong enough that even Vox had to smell it. “You want more?”
When Alastor hesitated despite his squirming, Valentino took the opportunity to lean down and kiss him deeply, his tongue pushing past his lips and teeth and swiping through his mouth, letting his thicker, pink saliva coat the inside to give Alastor a good taste.
Later, when Alastor wasn’t ready to burn up from his heat, when all that was left was the eagerness that came from Valentino’s pheromones and Alastor trusted him just a little bit more, he would test that supposed lack of gag reflex that Vox swore he had.
The moan Alastor gave was obscene as he grabbed at Valentino’s forearms, yanking him back down onto the mattress so suddenly that Valentino would have let out an ooof of surprise if their tongues weren’t already tangled together. Trying not to grin, he wrapped one of his lower arms around Alastor, pulling him up against him, while his final remaining arm held him up so he didn’t crush Alastor underneath him.
Still inside Valentino’s cunt, Vox groaned as he thrust his fingers back and forth, working him open as Alastor and his partner continued to kiss deeply. At least he wasn’t completely useless by standing there with just his cocks in his hand. “Fuck, this is so fucking hot.”
Alastor whined, lifting up his hips and moaning into Valentino’s mouth as his dripping cunt brushed up against the twisted cock, and Valentino groaned lowly as his tendrils curled towards it, searching for it. He could feel the tiny heads of them slide against the slick lips of the pussy, and underneath him Alastor shuddered.
Chuckling, Valentino pulled back, licking his lips as he took in the panting mess of Alastor underneath him. “Are you ready for me to fuck you now, bebé?”
Eyelids fluttering, those red eyes bright and dazed, Alastor glanced down his body to Valentino’s cock, clearly debating at the size of it and if it would even fit inside him. But Valentino tilted his head back up so Alastor would meet his gaze. “Ah ah. Don’t think about that. Just think of how full you’ll be.”
That seemed to do the trick. Shuddering, Alastor nodded, for the first time the entire evening, answering wordless so it could never be said that he actually begged for a fucking.
“Bueno.” Lunging forward to kiss him again, Valentino’s lower hands lifted Alastor up by his hips, cunt and cock not brushing together this time but grinding. Below him, Alastor panted and moaned into Valentino’s mouth as his hips rolled up against Valentino’s, so slick with desire that his cock was drenched almost instantly.
“Needy,” purred Valentino against Alastor’s lips, ignoring the growl of warning he got in return as he grabbed his own cock and started to guide it towards the waiting pussy.
“... Wait.” The word was so soft Valentino almost didn’t hear it.
Trying not to groan because he was horny and hard and didn’t want to stop, Valentino pulled back from Alastor and gave him a look that read as ‘why the fuck are we stopping when I was just about to put my dick in you?’
The only answer he got was Alastor’s gaze sliding from Valentino to the sinner behind him, almost looking…
Was he worried about Vox? Aw, he cared about him more than he let on. It was almost cute.
“Don’t you worry about him, ciervo,” reassured Valentino in a coo, getting Alastor’s attention back to him, his ears flicking back and eyes narrowing as he realized that Valentino was reading him like a book. “He’ll join the fun too. I’m going to fuck you,” he swayed his ass enticingly at Vox behind him, “and Voxxie is going to fuck me while I do.” He glanced back to see Vox nodding enthusiastically about the idea as he removed his fingers from Valentino’s pussy, before looking back to Alastor. “He can see how to really treat you, mm? For your next heat. Unless you come back to me, bonito,” he added with a wink.
“You think very highly of yourself,” Alastor replied dryly.
“Oh, I do, and let me show you why,” Valentino purred, and didn’t wait for Alastor to say something snarky. Instead, he pressed the head of his cock to Alastor’s hole, the wet heat making him groan in relief. Fuck, he loved topping. He didn’t hate bottoming at all, there was control in that as much as there was topping, but he loved sinking his cock into a feeling like this, whether it be a pussy or an ass or a mouth. It was a different kind of high.
With a keening noise, Alastor’s cunt immediately went to work on sucking him deeper while he tried to sink his claws into Valentino’s lower arms, so lost at the feeling of finally being filled that he seemed to lose all thought. Even as tight as Alastor still was despite being opened up earlier on Valentino’s tongue, there was no need to rock his cock back and forth to work him open more. It was one long thrust, sinking into the slick heat that was still tight as a virgin.
“Fuuuuck.” Out of the corner of his vision, Valentino could see Vox standing at the foot of the bed, stroking his cocks as he took in the sight of his boyfriends fucking. He was going to be jerking off to this for weeks, Valentino knew it. “Val, you’re so fucking big inside him, his stomach is bulging.”
Now that peeked Valentino’s interest, and he glanced down at Alastor. The Radio Demon was once again a beautiful mess, sprawled out on Valentino's wings like it was a blood red rug. His ears had dropped to the side while his mouth had fallen open, gasping and whining while he got used to the feeling of being full. His cheeks were flushed a dark pink and his eyes were barely open, like he was lost on the best drug. His chest was heaving, but that was not what drew Valentino’s attention. His skinnier than a board stomach was now almost twice its normal size, the shape of Valentino’s cock clearly outlined in it.
Chuckling, Valentino looked up to meet Alastor’s barely there gaze. “Finally full, bebé?”
“Y-Yes,” stammered out Alastor. “Fuck, yes.” His head fell back with a moan, not of pleasure but relief, and when he spoke again, for once his staticky overlay was almost completely gone. “Oh… it doesn’t hurt. Not like before.”
“See what a good fucking can do for you, Allie?” Valentino purred, and he almost laughed at the barely there glare Alastor tried to give him, along with a little flick of his ear. “Now be patient, while Voxxie gets his dicks inside me.”
“Fuck, yes!” Vox practically scrambled to get back onto the bed, jostling the mattress as he did. And it couldn’t be helped - both Valentino and Alastor met each other gazes and rolled their eyes in unison, knowingly. Valentino might have been the unofficial Porn Overlord, but Vox was more driven by his dicks than anyone else they’d ever met.
Still, Valentino was surprised when Vox pressed a staticky kiss to the middle of his back, making him look back over his shoulder to see him looking a little like a kicked puppy. “I am sorry,” he mumbled, as if to make sure Alastor couldn’t hear with those big old ears of his, “that I wasn’t here when you got home, like you wanted me to be.”
That sorry, like all the others Vox had ever given him, made Valentino’s heart soften just a little. It wasn’t fair, and sometimes it made Valentino actually mad that all this white man had to do was bat his eyelashes and apologize and he would forgive him for whatever stupid shit he did. Yet every time, he still did.
Rolling his eyes again, Valentino said dismissively yet somehow fondly, “Just get your dicks inside me so we can all fuck.”
Lighting up as he realized he’d once again been forgiven, Vox grabbed his two cocks and pressed the heads of both of them to Valentino’s cunt, which was achingly empty. A little shudder went through Valentino at the feeling, his cunt fluttering in anticipation, and even his cock gave a little jerk that made Alastor gasp beneath him, feeling it deep in his own pussy.
“You’re always so goddamn tight, Val,” said Vox as he started to press in, the twin heads popping in after just a bit of force. Valentino groaned at the brief flash pain of being stretched just a little too far, even with the quick prep, before the feeling of being filled made his cunt clench down and eyes fluttering as Vox kept pressing. The tv-headed sinner wasn’t perfect, but after training his lover like a little puppy for decades (at least in bed), he knew how to handle Valentino. Which meant rarely gently, just like he liked it. He could see in his mind eyes Vox staring down at his cocks sinking into his pussy, red eyes focused on him and a line of pixelated drool running down his screen. “Fuck, you take me so well, baby.”
“I know,” Valentino managed to mumble in a half purr, unconsciously thrusting back so he could be filled up even faster, impatient after being hard for so long. He’d been good and helped Alastor even though the pendejo hadn’t wanted it, and now he wanted to be filled up too. He wanted his reward.
Underneath him, Alastor moaned, scrambling at Valentino’s lower arms as the rock back also meant that Valentino’s cock started to pull out of him. “No, wait-” begged Alastor as he tried to pull him back, panting hard, sounding like one of his whores being long deprived of drugs.
So shushing him gently as he could, Valentino drew Alastor up into a kiss as a distraction, and Alastor whined needily into his mouth. “Let Voxxie get inside,” Valentino chided Alastor when he pulled away. “Unless you want to help him get inside me faster, you’ll have to wait.” With two cocks, meaning two opportunities to blow his load faster than Valentino wanted, Vox had had to take his time sinking into pussy.
Valentino didn’t expect Alastor to take that statement to heart. So he was surprised when a moment later, Vox was moaning, his cocks twitching hard inside Valentino, which made him look back. It took him a moment to see the creature now pressed against Vox’s back, hard to see even without the limited lighting until he noticed the bright red eyes hovering high over Vox’s shoulder, just about the same height as Alastor, and the curling hands over Vox’s chest. Almost like an embrace as it gave a little chitter of delight of being included.
He only noticed it right before it pushed - shoved - Vox forward and forced his cocks so deep inside that Vox’s hips slammed against Valentino's ass, sending Valentino forward so his hips pressed against Alastor’s own thin hips. All three of them moaned; Vox was surprised at his dicks for being suddenly enveloped, Valentino in pleasure for the unexpected fullness, and Alastor in relief at being completely filled once more.
Well, that would have been useful to know earlier.
“Don’t you dare come yet, chispita!” Valentino hissed back at Vox, who looked practically drunk on the feeling of being inside Valentino’s pussy as he held onto his hips for support, the shadow silently laughing as it ran its hands over Vox’s chest teasingly. “Swear to fuck, I’ll rip of your dicks if you come without fucking me first.” Huffing, Valentino looked back down at Alastor, who looked smug despite also looking rung out. “Aye, puta, I get it, I get it. You want to fuck and fuck now.” Still holding Alastor’s face in his hands, he tilted it back so he could lean down and nip and suck at that long neck, earning a small screech of indignation all while his cunt fluttered around Valentino’s cock before he pulled back. “But I’m in control right now, está bien? Don’t forget that.”
Even though Alastor’s ears had already fallen back in a sign of submission, he narrowed his eyes and crooned, “For now.”
Eh, good enough. He’s worked with less.
“Good boy,” crooned Valentino before he kissed him again, making sure to swipe his tongue deeply into Alastor’s mouth once he slid it back inside, making the deer groan as his own tongue met his, followed by a whine as Valentino’s tongue slid down his throat. Valentino tried not to grin as Alastor swallowed around it, inadvertently swallowing more of his drug tainted saliva. He used the distraction to ease his cock out Alastor’s cunt as it fluttered and clenched down, trying to keep him inside.
Behind him, Vox’s cocks twitched as he was forced deeper inside Valentino, earning noises of pleasure from Alastor and Vox as Valentino rolled his hips teasingly, affecting them both, before he thrust back into Alastor. As he sank back to Alastor, who moaned loudly despite the tongue shoved down his throat, Vox groaned as his cocks were forced to leave the warmth and tightness of a tight wet pussy. He almost chased after Valentino’s cunt, thrusting into him moments later, which shoved Valentino’s cock deeper inside Alastor and made them both cry out in pleasure. It was a dance that Valentino was well acquainted with, even if this dance was with three partners instead of the usual two.
Pulling back his mouth from Alastor's, watching him choke briefly as the tongue slid out with no warning, Valentino licked his lips as he watched Alastor whine and pant in distress. “Get ready to keep up, ciervo. Papi already knows how this part goes and don’t want to fall behind, do you?”
Almost looking annoyed at being goaded, Alastor still wrapped his legs around Valentino’s waist and put his hands on his back, claws lightly scratching new marks onto it. “Maybe stop your yapping and get to fucking already, Valentino. I’ve already waited for long enough, and I’m not interested in your dirty talk.”
Without any warning, Vox thrust in again, practically bumping Valentino’s cervix with how deep he was going, pushing Valentino forward again, and all three of them made various noises of pleasure and surprise. There was already a fumble in the dance, and they’d barely started.
“It wasn’t me!” said Vox quickly as Valentino turned his head to glare back at him. “Alastor’s fucking shadow-” He glared at the creature, which silently laughed along with Alastor, who’s laugh wasn’t as restrained, if breathlessly. “Alastor, tell it to-”
An idea formed in Valentino’s mind, and he interrupted Vox as he looked back at Alastor. “Tell your shadow it can join the fun, if you’ll stop trying to take the wheel, obsesivo hijo de puta. Just make sure to use lube.”
Alastor didn’t answer verbally, but his lips twitched up a little, and a moment later, Vox let out a yelp of surprise.
“Hey hey, wait a - oh fuck-” Inside Valentino’s cunt, his twin cocks twitched hard as Valentino imagined shadowy tendrils, slick with lube from wherever Alastor summoned it from, sinking slowly into Vox’s ass. He knew without either one of them saying it that Alastor had never topped Vox before, but he needed some measure of control in this situation. And what better way than letting him help control the pace?
Whining, which sounded like the whirl of a computer overheating, Vox leaned over Valentino. “Fuck, this - this isn’t what I expected when I came home.”
“Don’t get used to it,” said Alastor as dryly as he could. “Now someone mo-” His command broke off with a small wail as Valentino had already pulled back and thrust back in with one smooth movement, claws digging into his back. “Fuuuck.”
Grinning, Valentino started his part of the complex dance; a steady pace of pulling back, his cock not even half way out of the delicious feeling of Alastor’s cunt before he shoved it back inside as deeply as he could. Alastor followed his lead underneath him, clutching to him and filling the air with moans and groans and all sorts of lovely sounds, trying to grind down as best he could. Behind him, Vox wasn’t as used to these moves, not with the shadow fucking him from behind forcing him forward a beat after Valentino, so he tried his best to replicate the same moves, but if clumsier, sloppier.
Not that Valentino minded at all, the feeling of being full while his cock sank into a tight cunt was fucking amazing. He was going to have this happen more often.
Beneath him, Alastor gave a little sob, his legs tightening around Valentino’s waist. He looked absolutely fucked out of his mind. “Va- Tino. Close. So close, please -”
“Me encanta oírte suplicar,” purred Valentino, picking up his pace. Alastor threw his head back with a cry as Valentino barely pulled out now, the tendrils at the base of his dick sliding up Alastor’s pussy and curling around the swollen, throbbing clit. “Can’t wait to feel you come on my cock, Allie. You’re already so tight - you're going to squeeze me so good.”
He wasn’t even sure if Alastor could understand him at the moment, the look in his eyes one of someone barely there, but Alastor nodded quickly, babbling out, “Fuck, Tino - so good, I can’t - I need to come, please -”
“Papi’s gonna have me fuck you every day,” promised Valentino sultrily. “Tie you to the bed so you can’t escape and have me fuck you full just so he can hear you sound like this. Bet he’s never heard you sound like you do now, bien?”
“V-Val,” groaned Vox behind him, his claws gripping tight at Valentino's hips. He was going to be so marked up, and it made his pussy clench down on the two dicks inside him, making Vox moan as he pounded into him harder. “Fuck, I’m close -”
Bending his head down, Valentino whispered in Alastor’s large ear, which flicked at the feeling of his warm breath. “You want that, don’t you, Allie? To be tied up and fucked like you don’t have a choice, pretend that you don’t want it just as badly as Voxxie does?” He groaned as Alastor gasped and squeezed his cocks. “Next time, make him fight for it, si? Make him fight you for a chance to fuck-” He slammed into Alastor so hard that the deer Overlord cried out, “your-” another thrust and the sound of a strings filled the air, screeching in a way that was both agonzing to hear yet beautiful, “pretty-” Valentino bent down to Alastor’s shoulder, flashing his teeth, “cunt.”
When he bit down, hard enough to leave a mark and for him to taste beads of sweat and blood as he let his venom flood Alastor’s blood stream in one big rush, Alastor screamed just before he came hard, his pussy spasming around Valentino’s cock.. He clung to Valentino like he was a lifeline in the middle of an ocean of pleasure, the orchestra music ending with - was that a fucking cannon - as Valentino worked him through the rush of his climax, not both bothering to slow down his brutal pace as he felt his own cocks start to throb. He couldn’t bother to worry about comforting Alastor anymore, not when he was so close to coming -
“Oh shit-” Vox cried out almost immediately after Alastor screamed, his thrusts quickening as he panted hard, sparks of electricity dancing over Valentino’s skin a sure sign that he was getting close himself. “A-Alastor- Val, baby- so fucking close- Wanna come, please -”
Pulling his teeth away from Alastor’s shoulder, Valentino presses his forehead to Alastor’s damp chest and moaned as his cunt clamped down on Vox’s two dicks, urging him to fill him up, as his own cock throbbed hard right before he came. Underneath him, Alastor cried out in surprise, squirming as he was filled past his threshold, but Valentino’s tendrils simply curled around the area where his thighs meet his crotch, holding him place as he emptied his load inside him. Moments later, Vox was doing the same with a stammering cry, and Valentino gave a little moan and shudder as he felt the warm liquid fill the inside of him, coating him thoroughly as Vox shuddered and practically fell against his back.
The music faded away, and the sound of the three Overlord's panting the loudest noisein the room as they all came down from their orgasms. Faintly, Valentino heard the chittering of the shadow before there was a soft whoosh as it vanished, going back to… wherever the hell it went when it wasn’t an annoying little shit.
“Holy… fuck,” groaned Vox against his back, and Valentino grunted in agreement. This was one of the hardest orgasms he’d had in a long time, and while he could definitely go again and again, he had the feeling that the squirming deer underneath him had a different idea. Two orgasms were easy for him and Vox, but Alastor just had his first proper one with Valentino’s tongue in his pussy. He was probably overstimulated.
Reluctantly, Valentino pushed himself up onto his forearms and lifted his head from Alastor’s chest. “Feel all better now, Allie bebé?”
All Valentino got was an annoyed huff, Alastor pointedly not meeting his gaze, his cheeks flushed a dark pink. “Would you please get out of me? I want to clean up.”
Chuckling, Valentino looked down at where they were joined, Alastor’s stomach still bulging, a small amount of cum trickling around the girth of his cock, the lips of his cunt dark and swollen from the abuse of the rough fucking. “But if I pull out, you’ll feel so empty.” Lifting one of his lower hands, he traced the outline of his cock through Alastor’s stomach, earning a shudder and Alastor’s ears falling back. “And my cum will trickle out. You don’t want that, do you, cariño?”
“Valentino,” growled Alastor in warning, baring his teeth more than usual.
“Fine, fine. So bossy.” Valentino wiggled his ass, earning a small yelp from Alastor as his cock rocked inside his probably very sensitive pussy and a grumble from the sinner on his back. “Voxxie, baby. You gotta get off.”
“But you’re warm,” whined Vox. He was always more on the cold side, and loved to cuddle next to the much warmer Valentino. He wondered if he was the same with Alastor when they slept together.
“Voxxie,” sang Valentino, almost warningly. “Off.”
Sighing against his back, Vox slid his two cocks outside of Valentino, making him shiver at the feeling of his cunt being so empty so quickly, the cum dripping out and down his legs as he clenched down involuntarily. Fuck, he already missed Vox being inside him, even as the cabrón flopped onto the bed next to him with a groan, face down on the bed.
Now free, Valentino looked down at Alastor’s swollen and rose-pink cunt, watching as his cock slid out of him. Alastor gave a stuttering moan as his belly shrank without Valentino inside him, and there was only a small pause before cum pooled out of him and onto the already ruined sheets, the blankets a tangled and torn mess around them.
“What a waste,” tsked Valentino.
“It wasn’t as if anything would come of it,” pointed out Alastor as he tried to push himself up on his forearms, but his arms shook and slipped out from underneath him with a displeased hiss.
“Don't even think about getting up,” Valentino said as he settled on his side, wrapping his arms around Alastor again and ignoring his weak snarl of protest as he pulled him to his chest, back against his front. “Your heat isn’t done yet, ciervo, not by a long shot, so no point in leaving. In another hour you’ll be begging to be fucked again.”
Alastor growled, trying to push at his arms, and they both decided not to point out that Valentino’s hold wasn’t that strong, and Alastor was barely trying. “I feel disgusting,” he said instead.
“Aw, poor bebé.” Though he had to admit, he felt a little gross too. Valentino glanced behind him to where Vox was still stretched out on the bed. “Voxxie!” He held back a grin as Vox practically jumped up at the sharp tone before he purred, “Be a good boy and fetch us some wet wash cloths, won’t you, baby?”
Grumbling, Vox still got up and stumbled towards the bathroom, and a minute later Alastor’s ears twitched as he could hear the water running. He looked up at Valentino with just a hint of admiration in his eyes. “You have him trained well.”
Cackling, Valentino grabbed a pillow and pulled it under their heads to make them more comfortable, and he could feel Alastor’s tail start to flick back and forth even though his face hadn’t changed. “Just watch and learn, Allie. We’ll get him trained for you too.”