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Alastor had exactly three minutes of peace and quiet after coming home, before a familiar buzzing sound erupted from his television and his living room suddenly lit up in a bright blue light.
Alastor sighed deeply, feeling fed up already. And here he thought that he was going to have one day without putting up with the nuisance that was the demon he had made a deal with. Oh, if only he could turn back time…
His guest grinned at him in that dumb way he always did, but didn’t manage to say a word, before Alastor practically growled at him;
“Why are you here?” and sent the demon a glare, “I haven’t summoned you.”
Vox paused in his tracks, the wide grin on his screen glitching, but only for a moment.
“Things are boring in Hell right now,” he explained with a shrug and briefly looked at his claws like a human would at their nails.
“I didn’t have much to do today, so I decided to pay you a visit,” he added with a smile that showed all of his sharp teeth.
Alastor only rolled his eyes. Just like every other day, he thought with a grimace.
He wondered how Hell must’ve looked since Vox managed to see him every goddamn day and stay for hours, days even, sometimes. Not to mention his “flourishing” company that he was the head of; either Vox was lying to him about that or truly was a shitty business owner, Alastor decided, because, how else could he do a good job, while being with Alastor in the human realm for the most time and doing absolutely nothing but being a headache?
Vox kept staring at him with that idiotic expression on his face, waiting for Alastor’s response to his words, but Alastor only stared at him flatly in response, and moved to pour himself a glass of whiskey, instead.
Vox didn’t sound discouraged by this, however, as he cleared his throat and took up again;
“You should be grateful for it, you know.” He leaned on the side table and sent Alastor a smirk, ”Not every demon is so friendly towards the souls they own.”
“Oh, lucky me,” Alastor muttered with another roll of his eyes.
He had a busy day at the radio station and returning home during rush hours in New Orleans was the most exhausting thing ever. For the entire time being away, he longed for the peace and quiet of his house and wished for his book and maybe to have a nap, even.
What he definitely didn’t wish for was the obnoxious demon that for whatever reason decided to keep him company.
Dealing with Vox normally was an already hard task, but now, when he was in such a bad mood, Alastor just couldn’t do it.
That’s why he turned to the demon, whose eyes lit up comically when he realized that Alastor was looking at him, and announced;
“Actually, I hoped for some time for myself.”
He sent Vox an apologetic smile, managing to make himself look at least a little unhappy about the situation, “You must understand, dear. I had a very tiring day and I wish to spend the rest of it peacefully.”
He made a pause there, hoping that Vox would realize what he meant.
He didn’t.
Instead, he kept staring at Alastor with the same expression from before. Alastor wasn’t even sure if Vox heard what he had said.
He cleared his throat, before continuing in a gentlier voice, “That’s why I would be very grateful if you went back to Hell and let me have some alone time.”
“Oh, I see,” Vox nodded in realization, “Of course.”
Alastor exhaled with relief for not having to deal with Vox anymore. Maybe that demon of his had some rationality in him, after all.
He decided it too soon, however, because then Vox added, “I'll just be quiet in that case.” Then winked at him. “You won’t even realize that I am here, Al, I swear.”
Alastor felt like screaming. He wished he could kill the demon or kill himself, but then he would be forced to see Vox 24/7 and that was just worse than the worst torture he had ever inflicted on his victims. Good God, he wouldn't wish this even on the worst racist.
Alastor sat down on the couch, accepting that no matter what he would say would change the situation he had found himself in. For now, he tried to ignore Vox. He took a sip of his drink and opened the book on where he had finished the last night.
During that time, Vox decided to take a look around his living room. Most of the time they were at Alastor’s cabin in the bayou, so the change of scenery was something that aroused his curiosity. Unfortunately for Alastor.
“Why do you still have such an old TV?” he heard Vox asking and then the sound of knocking on the plastic case.
“The last time I saw this model was when I was still alive. My head actually looked a lot like it, but that was way before I let myself have a little upgrade. It was a pain in the ass, let me tell you, because– Oh, right, you’re reading, sorry.”
Alastor closed his eyes. A deep breath: in and out.
He opened his eyes only when he was sure that he wasn’t going to throw his glass at the demon. He saw him sitting in front of the TV on the carpet – a very silly sight, Alastor thought briefly – before he used one of the dials and turned the TV on.
Some loud game show started playing and Alastor winced, when the sound assaulted his ears.
“Too loud, I know!” Vox sent him a guilty look, his voice a scream-whisper, and moved to turn down the volume. “My bad.”
Vox turned his attention to the TV and Alastor actually managed to read an entire half of the page, before he heard the demon talking again.
“They don’t know a thing about good television now,” he scoffed and shook his head, causing his antennas to sway with the movement. “And I know something about it.”
He leaned on his elbows and craned his neck to look at Alastor. “Did I tell you that once I owned an entire network?”
Alastor clicked his tongue, his eyes unmoving on the book, “Yes, you did.”
Six times, actually, but Alastor decided to not bring it up.
Vox was going to ask him that at least three more times, he was sure of it. Especially since he ignored Alastor’s answer and continued, as if he were talking only to himself;
“They called me God of Entertainment!” he announced, both of his hands up in the air as he grinned at the ceiling.
“I set trends, I said what should be watched and what shouldn’t. And people listened to me! They treated me like a real god!”
He laughed to himself way too loudly, “You hear that, Al? I was a god! You’ve made a deal with God! I mean, in some way.”
Alastor’s patience was non-existent at that point.
He closed his book with a loud thud and frowned, “Vox, I swear–”
Alastor rubbed his temples – he felt a headache already approaching – and said in a low voice, “You’re making me angry.”
Vox leaned on his elbow, a playful smirk on his screen when he stared at Alastor and asked, curious;
“And what exactly happens when you’re angry?”
Alastor sent him a flat look in response, “You don’t want to find out.”
“No, no, I do!” Vox nodded, looking way too enthusiastical. He eyed Alastor’s form up and down and added with a chuckle. “Because, you know, what actually can you do to me?”
Alastor felt his fingers tightening on the book he was holding, his smile becoming strained. He kept quiet, though, and let Vox continue.
“You’re a fragile little human and I am a demon. A god… well, almost. I’m taller than you and much stronger. And I have powers!”
And to demonstrate it, he raised his hand and caused a jolt of electricity to show between his thumb and index finger. Alastor observed the phenomenon with an unimpressed expression, the smile on his face an unmoving, flat line.
Vox ignored the lack of reaction and looked at Alastor with pity. “And you? What can you do, Al?”
Alastor watched the whiskey in his glass as he twirled it in his hand lazily and asked, his voice soft and sweet, “Do you want a presentation, dear?”
Vox’s screen glitched briefly as he lost his composure for a moment. So he did sense the potential threat in Alastor’s voice, good for him, Alastor decided. Maybe if had enough reason in himself he would back off and apologize, even?
No, that wouldn’t ever happen. Alastor knew that his demon wasn’t a humble one, especially when there was a challenge for him to take up.
That’s why he nodded, a meek “Yeah,” leaving his mouth, before he straightened his back and cleared his throat. He repeated, more firmly. “Yeah, I do.”
The smile on Alastor’s face widened, showing his sharp canines and causing his eyes to close slightly.
“I’m happy to hear that,” he announced and threw his book aside, while keeping his eyes only on Vox.
Oh, this is going to be fun, he thought, as he got up from the couch, taking his drink with him.
He slowly made his way to where the demon was sitting, feeling exactly like a predator approaching its prey. Vox shifted away from him slightly, unsure what exactly was happening. The grin on his face was no more, as he stared up at Alastor, his eyes wide and not blinking once.
Alastor stood in front of Vox, for the first time being the one who towered above the other.
He smiled sweetly down at the demon and felt absolutely delighted when in response he saw sparks of electricity leaving Vox’s antenna bulbs and his screen suddenly glowing in a brighter shade of blue.
“A-Al?” he managed hesitantly, the entire bravado from before gone completely.
Vox made a move as if he intended to get up from the floor and that Alastor just couldn’t allow.
He lifted his leg and placed the shoe on Vox's chest, pressing firmly and causing the demon to lose his balance and fall backwards. Vox was leaning on his elbows, staring up at Alastor and blinking in confusion. He was about to say something, but Alastor ordered firmly;
“Stay.”
There was a moment where Vox actually complied: stilling his entire body and pressing his lips tightly together.
That was before he remembered who exactly he was and what was happening.
“Why the fuck would I listen to you?” he asked, his brows furrowed and his tone offended, “You have no control over me.”
“You’re right, dear. I have no control over you,” Alastor hummed lightly, taking a sip of his drink. His foot was still on Vox’s chest, though, pressing harder than before, as he continued;
“You’re the one that owns my soul, the one with powers and strength…”
He cocked an eyebrow, his eyes moving from Vox’s flushed screen to his chest, “Then, why are you still on the floor?”
Vox’s eyes widened comically, before averting his gaze. He stammered, “I-I, ah, well… Your f-foot…”
“My foot is not a problem here,” Alastor replied simply, taking another slow sip, as if he had all the time in the world.
He slowly moved his foot down Vox’s chest, pressing at the skin and pausing where his belly button would be, as he mused out loud;
“You have your magical powers, you can teleport back to Hell any time you want.”
The only response Vox gave was a weak whine and a gulp, as he swallowed hard.
Alastor tilted his head in question, “Why aren’t you doing it?”
Vox bit his lip, his eyes briefly glancing in the direction of his crotch.
It was as if he hoped that Alastor wouldn’t see where his eyes wandered, but of course Alastor saw it.
He turned his attention to Vox’s crotch and hummed lowly, when he noticed the very obvious bulge there, “Ah, I see.”
He moved his foot down, pressing the heel of his shoe to Vox’s thigh to make the demon spread his legs more and give him better access.
“You’re enjoying it, is this right?” Alastor asked the obvious, the grin on his face turning cruel, as his foot shifted and he was pressing the tip of his shoe right into the hard bulge.
“I bet you want me to help you out.”
“Al–” Vox yelped, his screen going blank for a split of a second and the lights in the room flickering.
Alastor simply kept drinking, his expression bored, when he pressed harder at the sensitive spot. Vox squirmed underneath him, his hips bucking to cause friction to his erection.
Alastor sent him a disappointed look. “Even after becoming a demon you’re still nothing more than a horny man,” he pointed out.
He heard a gasp that turned half-way into a moan, as he moved his foot up and down, feeling the length of Vox’s cock with his sole.
“Pathetic thing that would do anything to just get laid,” Alastor muttered, not hiding his disdain.
“A-ah, Alastor…” Vox whined and squirmed in response, shivering with electricity.
Alastor only drove his foot in harder. “Is that right? I bet you were the same when you were still alive.”
Vox’s hips twitched, the TV next to them losing its signal, causing only the static to be heard.
Alastor lessened the touch on Vox’s crotch and the demon immediately chased after the touch with a desperate, “No, please!”
“Huh, it didn't take long,” Alastor said, not surprised at all. He kept his foot on the bulge of Vox’s pants, but didn’t move it at all, resisting it only like one would on a footrest. He asked, looking at his drink, instead of on the demon;
“What are you pleading for exactly?”
“I, I wanna…” Vox panted, trying to rock his hips to make Alastor’s touch give him some release, but the man only kept it like before. “S-Shit, please, Al!”
But Alastor only moved his foot away, threatening to take the touch away completely.
“What? You want to what?” Alastor hissed, annoyed, “I’m not a mindreader, Vox.”
Vox almost started crying, “Fuck, touch me!”
Alastor looked at him as if he were an idiot and mentioned, “I am touching you,” he pressed the heel of his shoe where Vox’s balls would be and asked, “Can’t you feel it?”
“Ah, ah–” Vox whimpered, his eyes closing and the edge of his screen hitting the floor.
Alastor didn’t lessen his touch this time. Instead, he moved quickly his foot up and down, well aware that he was practically giving the demon a footjob at this point.
But the sight under him was worth it. Vox’s back arched, his claws leaving marks on Alastor’s carpet, as he begged, “More, m–more, I want to come!”
Alastor downed his drink in one move and announced, “That’s too bad,” before taking his foot away completely and placing it on the floor.
“No, no!” Vox shouted, his eyes shooting open, as he stared at Alastor with something like betrayal.
In response, Alastor only sent him an unimpressed look. “Well, I wanted to have some peace and quiet, but I wasn’t given.”
He crossed his arms on his chest and scoffed at the demon, “Why would I give you something, when you didn’t care what I wanted?”
“I-ah,” Vox blinked quickly, before he sat up and grasped Alastor’s trousers’ leg, his voice desperate, “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Al!”
Alastor only sighed, “Hm, words.”
Vox looked absolutely crushed and Alastor almost chuckled at the sight. Lord, his demon truly was a pathetic little thing. And there he was talking about strength and powers…
Alastor reached one of his hands and fondled Vox’s antenna. It sparked up when met with a touch and Alastor felt a tingly sensation on his skin, exactly as if Vox had just shocked him.
Alastor didn’t mind it, though, as he said, “You see, my pretty, I am a man who believes that actions speak louder than words.”
He flicked one of Vox’s bulbs and smiled to himself when he saw how the demon’s entire body twitched in response.
“If you want to come so badly, then you have to show me that you’re really sorry,” Alastor finished in a mockingly-sweet voice.
Vox’s entire screen was cyan, his eyes big and round, when he nodded quickly, “I will, I will! I promise!”
Alastor used his free hand to grab Vox’s screen, his thumb tracing the black frame. He cooed, “Will you be good for me?”
Another enthusiastic nod. “Yes, yes, I will!”
“Will you obey my every word and command?”
“Yes, I will!” Vox practically shouted, his claws almost tearing holes into Alastor’s trousers with how hard he’d been grasping the material between them. “Please, Alastor!”
Alastor smiled at the demon, genuinely pleased. He gave Vox’s screen edge a pat and praised, “Good boy.”
He ignored the way Vox’s breath hitched and turned on his heel, about to take the seat back on the couch.
He called over his shoulder, “Undress and get on your knees,” and complained after a tired exhale, “I could’ve been napping now, so make sure to make it worthwhile for me.”
He more heard than saw Vox’s euphoric grin, “I won’t let you down, Al!”
“We’ll see about that,” Alastor muttered to himself as he sat down on the couch.
He placed the empty glass on the table next to him and crossed his legs, before turning his entire attention to the demon in front of him.
Vox managed to take off all the clothes of the upper part of his body and was now fumbling with taking off his pants and underwear all at once.
And Alastor waited patiently, taking his time to study Vox’s naked chest carefully. It wasn’t the first time he saw what the demon had under his clothes, but it was fascinating nevertheless.
Especially with the cyan gills on both sides of Vox’s ribs, raising up and down together with his chest. Absolutely mesmerizing.
Alastor hoped he’d get an equally captivating body, when he would finally get to Hell, but well – only time will tell. For now, he was on the Earth and had to show a particular demon where his place was.
Vox managed to free himself from his pants and underwear, as his erection sprung up and showed itself.
His cock was big, this one thing could not be denied, and blue like the rest of Vox’s skin. The only exception was the flushed tip; furiously cyan, exactly like the blush on Vox’s screen. Oh, and it was leaking already.
“Look at you, so hard only because of my foot,” Alastor scoffed, leaning on his elbow. “You don’t get laid in Hell? Is that it? No one wants to fuck you and that’s why you’re so desperate for scraps of a human’s touch?”
Vox grimaced in response, his blush practically lighting up the room in a light blue hue. His claws squeezed the meat of his thighs, when he gave a weak whimper in response;
“I… ahm…”
Alastor fixed him with a flat look. “Answer me.”
Vox gulped, before forcing himself to look at Alastor. He replied weakly, “I don’t have time for it.”
Alastor looked disappointed, as he sighed, “Now, this is a lie. You’ve told me before that things were boring in Hell and that’s why you decided to pay me a visit in the first place.”
Vox squirmed from embarrassment for being caught on a lie. He opened his mouth to explain himself, but Alastor beat him to it.
“So, was that company of yours also a lie?” he wondered, while looking at his fingernails, instead of paying attention to the demon.
“I have a company!” Vox argued in response, then added proudly, “I am an overlord.”
Well, as proudly as one would while naked, kneeling on the floor and with their leaking cock out for everyone to see.
“Yes, yes, of course you are,” Alastor waved his hand dismissively. “That doesn’t change the fact that no one wants to fuck you.”
Vox closed his mouth, a small pout on his lips. He looked absolutely pathetic, maybe on the verge of tears, even, so Alastor looked at him and cooed with fake tenderness;
“Aww, but don’t worry, my dear. I said I’ll help you as long as you obey me.”
He sent Vox a smirk, “That’s very generous of me, actually. You should thank me, you know.”
And Vox did that. “T-Thank you, Alastor,” he said, his voice a little muffled, but hearable enough for Alastor to feel smug with himself.
“Oh, you’re welcome, dearest,” he said sweetly, causing another flicker of lights in his room and for Vox’s cock to release some more precome. “You’re such a good little demon. I believe you deserve a reward.”
Vox perked up, after hearing that. He stared at Alastor with hope in his digital eyes.
“Come on now, touch yourself,” Alastor commended, leaning deeper into the couch. Now he will have a show.
Vox’s clawed hand immediately moved to touch his erection, but as he was about to grab it, Alastor stopped him with; “Ah-ah! Not so fast.”
Vox’s attention snapped to Alastor. He blinked at him confused and dumbfounded. Alastor explained with a wide grin;
“Patience, dear. Who goes for dessert without first eating the main course and appetizer?”
Vox looked disappointed. Alastor only chuckled to himself, hurrying him up with a wave, “Touch your chest first, Vox. Come on, I’m watching.”
And Vox complied, like a good little demon he was. He brought his hands to his chest, the sharp claws moving down his neck to his sides, causing him to shudder, when he brushed past his nipples.
“You have a very interesting body,” Alastor mentioned, “The gills on your sides are what attracts my attention in particular.”
He said all that and yet Vox looked as if he avoided touching them in particular. He decided to give the demon a push, “Go on, touch them now.”
Vox bit his lower lip, trying to muffle a moan, as his claws came to the contact with his gills.
“They’re very, ah, s-sensitive,” he explained with a whine.
“Oh, really?” Alastor cocked an eyebrow. Well, that was interesting. “Then don’t stop touching them until I’ll say so.”
Vox gasped and shivered, yet didn’t dare to disobey Alastor. He focused only on his gills as he rubbed them and stroked slowly. They had to be really sensitive, Alastor realized, as he noticed Vox’s cock twitching with every briefest touch to them.
Alastor wondered if Vox would be able to come from touching these alone. And having that thought in mind, he kept silent and let Vox play with his gills undisturbed.
Alastor saw him parting the slits with the pads of his fingers, spreading them enough to show Alastor the dark blue flesh underneath them. He brushed past it and choked on a sudden sound of pure pleasure.
Oh, so the inside of the gills were also sensitive. Even more so, as it appeared. Alastor noted it in his mind for the future.
“That’s enough, thank you,” he said, when he saw Vox’s hips bucking for the second time, his cock twitching on its own and leaking on the floor.
Vox looked at Alastor, again with that hopeful glimmer in his eyes, and tried, “Al– please, can I… now?”
Alastor nodded in response. “Yes, you may touch your thighs now.”
Vox’s face fell. He squirmed on the floor and whined, “No, Al–Alastor… please, I can’t–”
“Stop whining,” Alastor cut him off in a harsh voice.
Vox shut up immediately, the blush on his screen so vivid that Alastor was sure he was going to overheat soon.
He crossed his arms on his chest and reminded Vox, “Remember, if you don’t agree with my commands, then you can go back to Hell.” He added with a sneer, “You’re the one with power here, right?”
For a briefest moment Vox actually looked as if he considered going back to Hell. Now, that would be surprising; Alastor truly wouldn’t see it coming.
But of course his demon was nothing but predictable. He placed his hands on his thighs, his claws grazing the skin all the way from his hipbones down to his knees and back.
“Good boy,” Alastor smiled at him sweetly. He ignored Vox’s whine at the praise and instructed, “Touch closer to your crotch, where the groins are.”
Vox did and caused his entire body to shiver because of it. He whimpered quietly, the gills on his sides rising up and down slowly, as he struggled to breathe properly.
“It’s a very sensitive area, as you can see,” Alastor commented, despite Vox definitely knowing it already, seeing how his hips twitched and broken gasps were leaving his throat. “I believe it feels good?”
Vox realized that Alastor was asking him a question only after three seconds of silence had passed. He nodded hurriedly and said quietly, “Y-Yes, it does. It does feel good, Al.”
Alastor hummed in response, pleased.
Then, he ordered, “Give it a squeeze now and don’t let go until I say so.”
Vox did, careful to not cause his claws to break his skin. He yelped from the feeling, a spark of electricity joining his antennas briefly, “A-Ah, fuck, Al!”
“Hold it,” Alastor said in a bored tone. He moved his eyes from the whining demon and stared out of the window. He heard Vox struggling with the command, so he repeated, “Hold it, Vox.”
Alastor looked back at the demon, when he was sure that at least one minute had passed. The sight that greeted him was a pretty one: Vox was practically buzzing with electricity, blue sparks showing here and there on his body, causing him to shiver and twitch uncontrollably. His eyes were closed shut, breathing coming in hard, and the puddle under his cock was somehow larger.
Alastor was sure that if he allowed it to go longer, Vox would either overheat and destroy all the lamps in his house or come.
So, he said, “Enough.”
Vox immediately let go, showing Alastor the beautiful blue marks on his inner thighs. He was panting, his eyes unfocused and his pupils dilated. He looked up at Alastor, resembling more of a dog that waited for another command to come than some big, bad, powerful demon.
“Look at you, sooo good,” Alastor praised, clapping his hands in applause. “You can touch your erection now, you deserve it.”
Vox blinked two times and looked down at his cock, as if he didn’t know what that thing even was.
“I, h-how?” he asked, utterly confused.
“However you want, dear,” Alastor shrugged with an amused smile, “You can show me how you masturbate usually.”
Vox hesitated, glancing at Alastor as if he thought that was some kind of a trap.
But when his hand closed around his length, and Alastor kept his mouth shut and just stared at him, Vox began jerking himself off, quickly and sloppily. It appeared that it was enough for him, though, as he choked at one point and threw his head backwards, practically fucking his fist like his life depended on it.
He was close to his climax, Alastor realized, as he heard the demon sobbing with pleasure, his own name leaving his lips in a form of broken syllables.
And that was when he decided that it was the right moment for a break.
“Mhm and now stop.”
Vox stared at Alastor, looking as if he didn’t understand. “W-What?”
“Take your hand off your cock, Vox,” Alastor ordered simply, pointing at the demon’s hand that was still moving, but way slower than before.
“But!” Vox tried to argue, but Alastor fixed him with a look.
“I thought you wanted to be good for me?”
Immediately after saying that, Vox took his hand off his cock. He winced, looking exactly like he was about to cry. Maybe he was even starting to, as he whimpered quietly and trembled, keeping his eyes on his throbbing erection. Poor thing, it must’ve been aching by now.
Alastor leaned closer to the demon and said in a gentler tone, “Vox, look at me.”
And when Vox did, he added sweetly, “You are being a very good boy.”
Vox’s antennas jerked on their own. He sniffed and smiled weakly, “T-Thank you.”
Alastor managed to cup Vox’s screen, feeling how hot it was under his touch. “I’m almost not angry with you anymore,” he mentioned, allowing Vox to lean more into his palm.
Vox looked at him with a guilty grimace, “I’m so sorry…”
“I know you are, dear,” Alastor cooed, his thumb brushing Vox’s cheek. “That’s why you’re making it up for me now.”
He leaned back in his seat and folded his hands neatly in his lap. He grinned at the demon and stared at his bare crotch in a shameless manner. “You may continue.”
Vox exhaled a shaky breath, before resuming his movements. He stroked his cock way more slower this time, taking his time with caressing the length. It wasn’t long, though, before his hand sped up as he wished to reach his climax as soon as he could, especially after being denied twice now.
“A–ah, fuck, fuck!” he panted and moaned, his hips bucking, his back arching. He didn’t bother to keep his voice low this time, as he started chanting, “A-Alastor! Alastor!”
“I’m here, dear,” Alastor replied with a gentle smile on his face. “You have my entire attention.”
Vox’s breath caught in his throat, the gills on his sides closing shut. His free hand carved marks in the wooden floor from the strength of his claws.
Alastor waited. He moved his eyes to the lamp next to his TV and observed it. The bulb inside it started flickering wildly, but it wasn’t until it started shining way too brightly, about to went off a mere second before Alastor said;
“And… stop.”
“No! No, p-please!” Vox sobbed and yet, he still complied.
He placed both of his hands on the floor and curled them into fists. The upper edge of his screen hit the floor, as his hips bucked and twitched on its own, searching for friction, but not finding any.
Vox choked, before a genuine sob left his throat, “Fuck, n-nooo.”
Alastor considered the demon with an amused expression. It was as if he were bowing to Alastor, his shoulders shaking as thick droplets of tears fell down his screen onto the floor.
“My, look at that,” Alastor felt his smile widening, “Did I just make you cry?”
He leaned on his elbows and stared down at Vox’s crying form.
“Did I, the fragile little human, make you, the big strong demon cry?”
Vox kept quiet, the only sounds leaving him were the pitiful, short sobs.
“You didn’t need to obey me, you know it very well, dear,” Alastor pointed out, as his hand found its way to Vox’s antennas and gave one of them a light pull. He continued, as he played with the thing;
“You could’ve just continued until you came and I wouldn’t be able to do a thing about it.”
He grabbed Vox’s antenna more firmly and forced the demon to look at him. “Why did you obey me, Vox?” he asked.
Vox sniffed quietly, “I wanted to be good for you.”
Alastor tilted his head, the touch on Vox’s antenna gentle again. “Is that so?”
“Yes…” Vox whimpered, his eyes closing.
Alastor took in the sight in front of him. He had a demon on his knees, reduced to a pathetic, crying mess, only because Alastor didn’t allow him to come. Only because he wanted to please Alastor so badly, to an extent that he didn’t dare to disobey him in the slightest.
And the realization of it – of having a demon completely on his mercy – it made Alastor feel good.
Powerful.
He felt a real smile showing on his face, his eyes squinting a little.
He leaned back on the couch and said, “Come here.”
Vox opened his eyes and looked at Alastor who uncrossed his legs and tapped his thighs. He swallowed and moved his eyes hesitantly from Alastor’s lap to his face, and back to his lap to stare at it, puzzled.
“Yes, here,” Alastor nodded slowly in confirmation, giving his clothed legs another light pat, “Come on, dear.”
Vox hesitated for another short moment, before he got up from his knees and walked to Alastor on shaky legs. Vox straddled him, settling his entire weight on Alastor’s lap. He was heavy, but not enough to actually cause pain to Alastor’s legs, so Alastor allowed the demon to sit however he wished to.
He placed his hands on both sides of Alastor's head, gripping the couch’s backrest, and he rested the edge of his screen on Alastor’s shoulder, his body still trembling and occasional sobs escaping his throat.
“Well, if these are not the consequences of your own actions…” Alastor cooed with a condescending smile and wiped the tears from Vox’s screen with the edge of his sleeve.
“I’m sorry,” Vox sniffed in response.
“I know you are,” Alastor hummed, cupping Vox’s screen. “And I forgive you.”
Vox blinked at Alastor, the surprise causing Alastor to chuckle lightly.
“That’s right,” he assured the demon with the sweetest smile he could manage, “You obeyed me very well and I am pleased. And as a reward, I'll finally let you come.”
And as he said that, he moved his hand down Vox’s screen to grasp his erection.
“Ah, Al–” Vox jolted instinctively, making Alastor once again feel that tingling sensation on his skin.
“Here, my dearest,” he only said, moving his eyes to Vox’s cock in his hand. “You can relax now and let me take care of you.”
He gave it a slow, thorough stroke, collecting the spilled precome and smearing it along the entire length. He pressed the pad of his index finger right into the hole of Vox’s cock, giving it a little wiggle, and the demon shuddered in response, his claws tightening on the couch’s backrest. Alastor only hoped that it wouldn’t be too visible – he didn’t feel like explaining to a restorer why there were claw-marks on his couch. He probably wouldn't believe it if Alastor would say that a cat had done it.
Alastor moved his other hand and placed it on Vox’s chest. He was still curious about the gills on Vox’s sides, so he decided to study them a little. He stroked the slits, rubbing them in circular motions and continuing until Vox started twitching under his touch, broken gasps leaving his throat and his eyes fluttering shut.
Alastor decided to do what Vox wasn’t able to before, because of his claws, and parted the slits, widening them enough to be able to stick his finger underneath them.
The response from Vox was immediate; he suddenly drew in his breath and his back arched. His room lit up blue again and Alastor wondered if he was going to die from getting electrocuted.
But Vox only whined weakly, “Alastor, please…” and creaked his eyes slightly open to plead at him.
Alastor hummed to himself, taking his sweet time; one of his hands on the demon’s cock, pumping it in a lazy manner, the other hand on his chest, playing with the gills there like one would with a pussy.
“I can’t help but wonder how they would react in Hell, seeing you like that,” Alastor mused, “Powerful demon, an overlord, a god almost!”
He squeezed Vox’s erection, as he looked at him and continued, “At the mercy of a mere human. Crying and begging, while sitting in my lap.”
Vox grimaced slightly in response. He wanted to avert his gaze, visibly embarrassed by Alastor’s words, but that was when Alastor sped up his hand movements and left Vox unable to do anything but whimper and gasp quietly.
“How would your fellow demon-overlords react?” Alastor wondered, two of his fingers slipping under Vox’s gills and spreading them from inside, “Hm, have you thought about it, dear?”
Vox gave a high-pitched sob in response, “F-Fuck!”
“Oh, that’s also a good idea, thank you very much,” Alastor perked up, placing a quick kiss on Vox's screen.
He continued playing with both Vox’s gills and his cock, as he elaborated;
“Imagine this, dear. I, a human, would fuck you, a demon, in front of all Hell.”
Vox’s screen glitched, after hearing that idea. Alastor grinned to himself, the hand caressing Vox’s cock pulling firmly at the foreskin and causing Vox’s hips to twitch. “A-ah, Alastor!”
“That would be exactly how you would scream,” Alastor pointed out in a cheerful tone. “Call out a mortal’s name while he would’ve been fucking you. God, I wish I could be in Hell right now. We would make this scenario real.”
Vox shuddered, his gills closing and almost sucking Alastor’s fingers inside him. He sobbed in pleasure, tears spilling from his eyes and threatening to fall onto the couch.
Alastor licked the wetness from the demon’s screen, tasting the salt on his tongue. He asked after that with a sweet smile;
“Because you would let me fuck you in front of all Hell, right, dear?”
He stilled his hand and squeezed harder, making sure that Vox was able to answer his question.
And Vox nodded hurriedly, trying to fuck Alastor’s fist, but unable to, as he was held firmly in place. “Yes, ah, y-yes! Please!”
Alastor considered the desperate demon for three more seconds, before he resumed his movements. “Of course you’d let me,” Alastor shrugged, his hand moving from Vox’s gills to his screen to cup his face tenderly. “You’d do anything for me, after all. Right, Vox?”
Another desperate nod in response, “An–ah! Anything, Al! I swear!”
Alastor tilted his head, one of his eyebrows raised in question. “Would you give me your soul?”
“Yes, yes, take it!” Vox replied immediately, causing Alastor to smirk smugly to himself.
Vox’s hips were twitching on its own and Alastor noticed that the lights in the room were flickering in a more erratic way than before.
“Do you want to come?” he asked, despite knowing the answer. But well, Vox looked so cute when he was begging.
“Yes, please!” the demon almost shouted. “Please, Alastor!”
“Are you asking about my permission to come?” Alastor asked in an impassive voice, raising an eyebrow.
Vox was glitching and his entire back was arching on its own. Again, there were blue sparks coming from his antennas and jolts of electricity shooting down the demon’s spine. Alastor felt as if he were standing in the middle of a thunderstorm, exposed to lightning that would strike him and kill him any moment now.
And yet, he continued what he was doing.
Vox begged and cried, squirming in his lap. “Yes, yes, ye–yes! Alastor, A-Alastor, please! Please, let me come!”
Alastor huffed a laugh in response. “You’re really special, Vox,” he announced softly and pressed his lips to the demon’s neck, “I'm glad that it was you I made a deal with.”
Tears fell down Vox’s screen, as he sobbed, “A-Al-ah–stor!”
“Right, right,” Alastor said, after kissing Vox’s neck briefly. “Come on, dear. Do what you want to do.”
He grasped Vox’s screen and forced him to look at him when he ordered, “Come for me.”
Vox inhaled sharply and held his breath. His entire body tensed and the lights in the room flickered wildly, just before they shone more than they were allowed to and finally exploded, with a loud bang.
Alastor watched as Vox came, staining his hand that kept moving on his jerking cock.
“Aww, that’s a nice demon,” he praised, his other hand on Vox’s spine, massaging it up and down, as Vox was riding out the sensation. “My good boy.”
Vox panted with closed eyes, going slack in Alastor’s lap. He was still twitching, an occasional bright blue spark leaving him here and there. He felt way heavier now, causing Alastor’s legs to feel somewhat numb. He didn’t move, though, as he let the demon pull himself together and just stay like that, listening to nothing but Vox’s heavy breathing and the faint buzzing sound from his TV in the background.
Just when Vox exhaled deeply and opened his eyes to take a look at Alastor, he broke the silence, “Have you learned your lesson?”
Vox winced, but still nodded weakly. “Yes.”
Alastor held Vox close, at the same time raising his hand to Vox’s screen to make him take care of the mess he had made.
“Who has the power here?” Alastor asked in a happy voice, watching as Vox opened his mouth and began cleaning his palm from the come.
“You, Alastor,” he muttered softly around Alastor’s fingers.
“That’s right, dear,” Alastor hummed sweetly.
His other hand moved to Vox’s antenna and he fondled it tenderly. “And who do you belong to?”
“To you,” Vox replied meekly, swallowing the last remnants of his own spill. He repeated more firmly, staring with his teary eyes into Alastor’s own, “To only you.”
Alastor flashed him a smile. “My perfect little demon.”
Vox shifted in his lap, his hands moving so he could snuggle closer to Alastor’s neck.
In response, Alastor hummed softly, one of his hands on Vox’s back, the other playing with the demon’s antennas.
He heard Vox saying quietly, “I can't wait for you to finally come to Hell.”
“Oh, believe me, dear,” Alastor replied with a genuine smile, yet there was something dangerous, hiding in his tone;
“Me too.”