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“Vox!” came a shout. It sounded like Velvette, and Vox immediately groaned. That can only mean one thing; “Val is about to throw a tantrum over that spider of his again! Fix it!”
Dragging himself out of his chair, Vox answered, “Any details you’d care to share?”
“That radio demon you’ve got a hate boner for is here too. Came to pick up the spider apparently.”
His screen blued for a moment before rebooting. Fucking Alastor, of course it’s him. If it was anyone else, Valentino would make them an offer, and now Val will only back down if Vox barges in. Well, he’s always up for fucking with the deer.
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The scene was even worse than Vel let on, Vox discovered when he opened the door to Val’s main studio. Angel was in the corner looking ready to have a heart attack while Alastor was between him and Val. Best part? Val has his damned teeth in Alastor’s arm, so now Vox's rival has been dosed with that ridiculous aphrodisiac spit.
“What the fuck, Val!?” Stomping over, Vox grabbed the back of Valentino’s jacket and tore him away from the radio demon. “Of all people to fucking bite, him? Are you mentally deficient!?”
“Ha ha!” Alastor’s laugh track interrupts, “If we put a lamp in front of him, I’m sure we’ll see how bright he is.”
Valentino growled, but Alastor was right to some extent, and so Vox turned up the brightness on his screen and got in Val’s face. It successfully distracted the moth demon enough for Vox to wave Alastor and Angel away.
“Radio!” Vox called.
Scooting Angel out the door, Alastor turned his head to face Vox, and the TV could already see the flush to him face. That wasn’t good. Val must have hit him with a more potent dose than he usually does. As much of a pain in the ass as the deer is, Vox had no plans to let him suffer alone with the after-effects.
“My room’s open if you need help dealing with his venom.” He laced his voice with static, intelligible only to the other demon in the room with electromagnetic-related powers. All he got back was that damned laugh track as Alastor left behind Angel, shadows now doubt engulfing them and taking them to the hotel.
It did give him the chance to turn down his screen brightness and leave before Val got himself back together. Let him have his meltdown. Velvette can deal with it this time. As for Vox himself, he’s about to have a bed full of aphrodisiac-dosed deer demon.
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Vox was five seconds from calling it when Alastor showed up, suddenly tripping out of the shadows. Damn if he didn’t look bad. If Vox thought he was flushed before, the deer looks like he’s going through a bad rut now.
“Truce?” Fuck. Even his voice was heavily laden with radio static, as if he couldn’t pull it back.
Vox rolled his eyes, “As if I’d invite you here otherwise. We’ll go back to hating each other after you ride this out. Now get up here.”
The TV demon watched Alastor stumble over to the bed, almost feeling bad for the deer when he noticed the boots covering his hooves were gone. His bow tie was undone alongside his coat, too. Even the dress shirt underneath the coat had the top few buttons undone. Alastor was showing a lot more skin than he ever did willingly. He had to be fucked up to show up to Vox’s like this.
The radio demon finally made it to the bed, chucking his jacket but gently setting his microphone staff to the side. Vox took the opportunity to shed layers of his own, quickly removing his own coat and shirt to put his bare skin on display. So maybe he doesn’t hate Alastor as much as everyone believed, but that’s neither here nor there as he slowly reached out to pull the panting deer into his lap.
“Val got you good, didn’t he?” Alastor hissed through radio static, and Vox put that subject down. “Fine, fine. How do you want to do this, while you still have the ability to think?”
When the deer did nothing but continue to hiss, the TV demon sighed. Either Vox underestimated Alastor’s ability to out-stubborn illicit substances, or he really got hit. He’s leaning towards the latter. That means he gets to deal with a brat tonight.
What fun.
Grabbing a fistful of red and black hair, Vox tugged Alastor’s head back from where it was buried in his neck, “No. You tell me what to avoid, or you’re out of luck. I’m not trying to piss you off tonight.”
“Stop the burning,” came the breathy reply. Cool. Vox is getting nothing, but that’s fine. He’ll just have to hope nothing too much has changed in the seven years Alastor vanished.
Slowly unbuttoning the red shirt the rest of the way, Vox pushed it open but not off the other’s shoulders. Instead, he let a claw start tracing down Alastor’s throat, sternum, stomach until it hit the red pant-line and the deer was a shivering mess. It made Vox want to tear his old friend apart, tear him down and turn him into the one begging for attention. And why not? It’s not like Alastor doesn’t know what he’s doing. This is a chance, even as a truce. Vox is still giving him what he needs.
“He got you good, huh Bambi?” As the TV spoke, he slipped his clawed hands under the belt and pants, snapping them open to continue tracing with the tip of his claw. “You’re high as a kite off his shit.”
“As if I’d let-”
“Yeah, yeah. As if you’d let Valentino get one over on you. He had his teeth in your arm. Try again.”
But before the radio demon could say anything, Vox pressed his whole hand against Alastor’s crotch and pulled a loud, static moan out of the deer. Damn, the boxers were soaked. He really waited until there was no other option. Maybe Al won’t be such a brat, too out of his mind with Val’s venom to do anything beyond be a malleable fuck toy.
Then, as if he heard Vox’s thoughts, Alastor shoved Vox back and pinned him to the bed by his shoulders. He started rutting down against Vox’s hard-on like a bitch in heat. It was hot, so hot, to watch the composed sinner lose himself like this, but it would be way hotter if he had the other on his knees against Vox’s calf.
That in mind, Vox took advantage of the weakened state the venom leaves its recipients in and flipped Alastor over. Acting quickly, Vox positioned himself sitting at the edge of the bed and wrapped a large hand around the back of the other sinner’s thin neck to yank him off the bed. It wasn’t smooth, not with Alastor doing his damnedest to stay on the bed, stay in some sort of control, but Vox wasn’t having it.
“Brat,” he snarled as he used his free hand to grab hold of hair and pull until Alastor tumbled off the bed and Vox got him between his legs. “Now then, since you’ve caused nothing but problems, you can rut against my leg until I feel like giving you attention.”
“As if I would stoop-” It cut off into a groan as Vox yanked his head back by his hair.
“Yadda, yadda, yadda, old man. I might have offered, but you’re the one who took me up on it.” Pausing Vox let a manic grin cover his screen before licking his teeth. “Besides, why fight it when you know you’ll give into the venom anyway?”
Even as flushed as Alastor was, his face was still full of defiance. “I will be in control as long as I wish.”
Done with the lackluster performance from his rival, Vox knocked his foot between Alastor’s legs and lightly tapped the wet boxers. A moan slipped past the deer’s lips, and Vox smiled at the victory. Control his ass.
“Well? You gonna rut it out or what?”
Static filled the air, but gave in, the need too great to put up that much more of a fight. He shifted until his crotch was pressed firmly against Vox’s ankle and started rubbing on the firm bone. Vox watched, eyes heated, as Alastor gave into the effects of the aphrodisiac. Fuck, he couldn’t wait to get his hands in his rival’s cunt. In the meantime, he kept his hand in Alastor’s hair, pulling his head forward until it was pressed into his clothed thigh.
For Alastor, he rutted into the foot beneath him like it was the last thing he would ever do, as if it was the only thing he was capable of. He was burning from the inside out, and the grinding felt like a balm against it. Even with Vox watching, holding him in place, controlling him, it was a relief he had ached for hours for.
The tension built, rising and rising until it broke, and he came with a groan. Vox could feel his pant leg soak with the release. Yet it was only the beginning.
“Good boy, Bambi. Get those boxers off and come on up.”
Too out of it to really disagree, Alastor complied with Vox’s command with little more than a whine at having to remove himself from the relief to the burning. The Media Demon, once the boxers were removed and the deer on the bed, yanked him sideways by the arm to shove him into the pillows at the head of the bed. He looked at Alastor with a matching burning in his eyes to the fire racing through Alastor’s body. Before the TV could push them apart, Alastor spread his legs as if to beckon Vox closer. Like he needed the nudge.
Diving forward, Vox hiked Alastor’s legs up over his shoulders and brough a hand down on the leaking cunt in front of him. It was a light hit, not able to gather that much power due to the angle, but Alastor reacted as if it was. He jerked, back arching, and moaned at the hit.
“Yeah? Want your pussy spanked? Think you can come from it?” The idea shot arousal straight to Vox’s cock. He wanted nothing more than to spank that pussy red enough to match the other’s hair.
When Alastor’s only action is to shove at Vox’s head with weak hand, the TV makes up his mind. Cables shoot out from his back and shove the deer’s legs back to fold him in half. It gives him the opportunity to sit up and really put some power behind his blows. One hit gets him another jerk, two gets a moan, and three gets the pattern going. He brings his hand down with relish, taking in every reaction from moans to whines to full body jerks and shudders.
Vox takes a moment to stop, looking at the puffy red lips of Alastor’s labia with a satisfied smile.
“Why- why did you stop?” Alastor asked.
The other sinner smirked, “Just giving you a break before I shatter you.”
“I do not- “
Anything else the deer sinner had to say it lost to a yelp and another barrage of spanks against his pussy. Alternating hands, Vox gives no reprieve between each spank. Some land high on the engorged clit peaking out from under its hood while others land lower, claws just barely hooking on the clenching hole when Vox curls his fingers. They lose themselves in the rhythm, each taken in their own ways. Alastor to pleasure, Vox to power.
He wasn’t keeping count to begin with, but the blows landed are countless when Alastor’s hands reach out as if to push the hands away. It only makes Vox release more cables to keep them out of the way and pinned above the other’s head. It retaliation, he adds more strength behind each spank and aims every one at Alastor’s clitoris. They land with an unerring accuracy until Alastor’s back arch sharply and sobbed his release. However, Vox has no plans of stopping.
Shaking his head, Alastor begged, “N-no more! Please V-Vox!”
“Hmm, I don’t know, Radiohead, you look real pretty like this. Your pussy is as red as your hair.”
“I ca-han’t!”
“I think you can. One more just from a spanking. Come on, you can do it.”
Vox switched his hands; one continued to spank the abused cunt while the other pinched the puffy clit between his fingers. He rolled it with his fingers, landing each hit low and against the spasming hole to prolong to orgasm. Maybe he’ll even get Alastor to squirt.
Before long, blows that could be counted, the deer fell headlong into yet another orgasm, and Vox got his wish. Alastor practically gushed onto Vox’s hands as he came, soaking them in his release as he shrieked and writhed against his bonds. Only when the stream lessened did Vox pull his hands back and granted his rival a reprieve.
Alastor gasped for breath and laid out sprawled once the cables let go. His chest heaved while Vox admired his work. Having a pimp as a business partner has taught him plenty of new tricks since he was last with Al. Not that this happened a lot, very rarely, but every now and again, Alastor’s libido got going in a way he couldn’t ignore. Not to mention, it seemed the deer really hadn’t changed that much in the time they’d been apart.
“How you feeling?”
“Still on fire,” came the raspy reply.
Vox hummed, “Good. I’m nowhere near done with you yet.”
Quickly replacing Alastor’s legs over his shoulder, Vox dove in and licked a hot trail from hole to clit before pressing down hard on it. It dragged a breathy whine from the other that was followed by a twitch from head to toe as he curled inward, still not recovered from the last two orgasms.
It was just what Vox wanted.
Vox laved attention on the overstimulated clit like it was his favorite lollipop. He wrapped his tongue around it and flexed it until Alastor gasped and bucked up into his mouth, whining as the stimulation settled in and wreaked havoc on his body. From there, it was only when Vox braced a forearm on Alastor’s stomach that the sinner stopped jerking out of his reach. A TV for a head wasn’t the most conductive thing for eating someone out with their legs over your shoulders.
Still, the reactions were well worth the trouble as he kept his tongue wrapped around the abused clit. Each spasm sent heat down to coil in his belly. Alastor’s gasps, moans, and whines filled the air, static gone since Vox started eating him out.
“V-Vox-!”
With another hard spasm, Alastor came again, though he didn’t squirt this time. Vox took the opportunity to shove the thin legs up, move his head down, and thrust his tongue into the still-spasming hole. Alastor shouted, hands coming down to push and shove at the flat screen, but he was too weak with pleasure and heat to do much of anything. As such, Vox continued to eat him out with gusto, as if this was his last meal.
Alastor twisted and bucked under the arm holding his legs against his torso, trying to escape the overwhelming pleasure. “Stop, too much! I-I can’t-!”
The Media Demon ignored the plea and flexed his tongue up, using his free arm to once more pinch at the clit his tongue abandoned. Another shriek filled the room as Alastor convulsed around the tongue and came yet again. Only when they slowed down did Vox pull back to see the mess he made of his rival.
The Radio Demon, known as untouchable to many, flushed, drooling, and wrung out. He wasn’t done yet, oh no, not at all. Heat still burned in his loins, but the thought of being touched and dragged through another orgasm had him on the verge of tears. Vox wasn’t so merciless to not give the other overlord a small break, but it wasn’t much of one when he slipped a finger into an absolutely soaked cunt.
A lightbulb popped as Alastor bowed, and Vox watched as the deer’s eyes filled with tears of overstimulation, mouth working as if he wanted to speak, but no words made their way out. Shrieking moans and breathy gasps were all that managed to escape the deer as another finger eased into him and scissored apart. Dipping down, Vox licked into the space between his fingers and curled his fingers, dragging both them and his tongue out but only pushing his fingers back it. He couldn’t stand to miss watching as tears rolled down Alastor’s cheeks and soaked into his hair or the pillow beneath him.
The deer was so clearly overstimulated but could do nothing to stop it. The aphrodisiac sapped all his strength and routed it straight to sex. It would take more than four orgasms to run the chemical out of his system. Vox had every intention of wringing Alastor dry and added a third finger to curl up into his g-spot. It pulled yet another wet shriek of pleasure from the sinner as he pulled at his own hair in order to try and deal with the sensations of too-much-but-not-enough.
With a few more aimed curls of blue fingers, a fifth orgasm rocketed through Alastor. He audibly sobbed as it robbed all sense from him and sent him floating as Vox watched closely. While he wanted to ruin Alastor, he didn’t want to go too far. Thankfully, it seemed the drug was on its last legs as he lined his cock up with the sopping opening. It was with slow, gentle thrusts that he fucked into the other, using the contractions to sink deeper and deeper into the stretched out, overwhelmed cunt.
“Come on, almost there Bambi. One more, just give me one more.”
Alastor’s mouth opened as if to respond, but all that came out were wet gasps and half-formed pleas. He was so out of it; the infamous Radio Demon was rendered speechless. Add that to Vox’s list of accomplishments, right at the top.
Once Vox was sure Alastor wouldn’t fly out of the bed, he started thrusting for real. He started slow but saw no point in staying like that for long. He picked up speed, fucking into the clenching cunt as it practically tried to milk him. He wasn’t going to last long, but he’d hold to his word. One more orgasm.
The Media Demon pistoned in and out like a machine, working both of them up to their release with a fervor only he was capable of. Alastor’s legs shifted and wrapped tight around his waist while his hands clawed at his shoulders. His face was wet with tears, drool leaking down his chin, and Vox doesn’t think he’s seen a more fucked out sight in his afterlife.
From there, it didn’t take long for them to reach their peaks. Vox fucked them through it, pumping his come deep into Alastor’s womb as it clenched around him and milked every last drop it could out of him. When they were done, Vox tipped sideways and dragged Alastor on top of him, keeping his cock in the other for now.
Alastor gasps for air on Vox’s chest, hair slicked to his forehead with sweat as he comes down from the overstimulated high. He was overwrought but the driving heat of Valentino’s spit finally lost its grip on him. It allowed him to relax into the far more comforting heat of his rival, the drive for sex finally gone. It also meant he needed Vox out of him now.
“Out.”
Vox didn’t protest and slipped out, allowing Alastor to slide off and nestle into his side instead. They came down from the high and settled into the bed, ready for sleep to take them.
As he laid there, Alastor soft and warm against him, Vox let himself be vulnerable for a moment. “Where did you go?”
“Nowhere I’m able to tell you.” A barely there clink of chains rattled, and Vox pulled Alastor closer. He knows that chain isn’t there entirely by choice, not when he knows Alastor so well.
“My door’s open.”
Silence was his answer, but so was the light burrowing against his side and neck. To the public, they would always remain rivals, enemies that can’t stand each other as they’ve always been.
Behind closed doors? Well, Vox controlled them all and Alastor can’t be captured unless he wanted to be. They can keep a secret.