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Alastor woke up in Vox’s room, sharply exhaling at the thought of another day of imprisonment. He didn’t only want freedom from Rosie, he wanted power. The most power. And if getting back his influence meant letting himself be Vox’s hostage for a little, he’d pay the price.
Besides, it wasn’t too boring. Toying with Vox always did provide such great amusement.
It always had, since the days they were more… friendly.
Interrupting his thought, a fully dressed Vox leans against the doorway. Vox’s tall frame blocks some of the light coming into the room. Alastor perks up a bit, but he quickly drops his raised expression as if to conceal himself.
“Rise and shine,” Vox laughs out with a growl, obviously noticing he caught Alastor by surprise.
God, why does he always sound so smug?
Vox really was punchable, and after days of being dragged to interviews and rallies just to watch him, he was seriously considering giving him a smack. But, more importantly, each of those days were only another opportunity for Alastor to tear a rift between the him and the Vees. It was quite easy to make Vox irrational.
“We have more press to do today, Al’,” Vox says, dragging the name in a voice painted with sweetness.
Alastor weakly laughs, forging a look of pity with a wide smile. Then, throwing his head back, he turns to meet Vox’s eyes.
“Ah- You plan on more embarrassment rituals? Ahah..”
He wheezes, hoping that his mockery would ignite rage in Vox. For the sake of Alastor’s enjoyment, he decides that today he was going to be especially difficult. He had to come with anyway, might as well give Vox a hard time.
“I’ll have to decline your offer,” Alastor adds, sinking back into the sheets and rolling over.
What’ll he do about this? He laughs to himself about the endless possibilities.
Then, instead of a reply, Alastor hears Vox’s footsteps tap forward. As Alastor lifts his head up to look, he feels the bed shift. Vox, one knee down on the mattress, and body cast over the bed, reaches over to pull Alastor’s chin up to look at him. Vox smiles, his now cocky expression meeting Alastor’s.
“Is my bed that comfortable? How cute..”
Vox’s voice was soft, cooing as if Alastor was his pet.
There was nothing Alastor hated more than being out of control, and with every word Vox spoke, Alastor felt his heartbeat quicken.
Alastor leans his head closer to Vox’s, allowing Vox’s hand to softly cup the lower third of his face. With that, he’d be sure to have the upper hand.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Vincent,” Alastor growls. “I’d sleep anywhere if it meant I could avoid your incessant parading.”
With this, Vox was sure to get angry.
“Excuse me?” Vox spoke, looking around in disbelief. “Keep talking, you’ll sleep on the floor tonight.” Furrowing his brows, he scowls.
And he was right to be mad, because a big king size bed was what a prisoner could only dream of. Alastor knows he’s lucky. Even though his great rest was being threatened, Alastor continues. The only thing that mattered was making Vox mad.
“That’d be better than sleeping next to you.”
Alastor gleams, watching as Vox’s eyes subtly widen, further fuel for Alastor’s laughter.
“God…You’re such a spoiled brat..”
Vox looks away, still frowning. Before speaking again, he pauses, like he’s deciding his next move in their little game. Suddenly, Vox’s eyes drift down to Alastor’s lips. He leans in closer, the distance between them only a breath away.
When did Vox get on top of him?
”How should a brat be punished?” He lowly growls, pressing his thumb into Alastor’s cheek.
The tight air between them makes Alastor’s breathing grow heavier. Alastor feels his head just slightly drift forward, moving on its own. Why are their lips so close?
Vox parts his lips a bit, and Alastor’s chest rises with the expectation of ambush. But just as the gap between them is about to close, Vox leans back. Vox pulls his eyes away from Alastor’s divided lips, looking at Alastor now.
“You know what? Fine, Stay here. For a princess like you, I’m sure it’d also be torture.”
He lets go of his grasp on Alastor, turning over to the door to leave.
Was he really going to leave?
No, Alastor wouldn’t let it happen. He couldn’t.. let Vox think he was doing him a favor. Vox’s ego would be worse than it already is.
The thought makes Alastor aggressively bite his lip, and he can taste the metallic pool in his mouth. In a swift manner, he pulls Vox’s shoulder back over to face him, taking his arm to put his own face in his hold once again.
A glow flashes over Vox’s face, along with surprise written all over him. His eyes widen with inquiry, waiting for Alastor’s words.
“If you really want me to go, why aren’t you making me?”
Malice stains Alastor’s laugh, but the bit of longing he hadn’t anticipated rang through as well. Vox couldn’t just.. leave him. Where would the fun be in that?
Vox’s eyebrows shift, like he had heard right through Alastor’s sad attempts.
“It’s almost like,” Vox began to speak, his expression softening. Their eyes met again, just as it did moments ago when they got dangerously close.
With Vox’s hand already on Alastor’s chin, he trails his fingertips down to his neck, softly sliding them down until they reach the sensitive wound on Alastor’s chest.
“You’re begging me to stay.” Vox purrs, voice burning with the sound of hatred. Or was it hunger?
Either way, Alastor’s plan to irritate Vox had seemingly worked. Of course Alastor’s words would entice him. He was so easy.
Or so Alastor thought, because just as he part his lips to bite back against Vox’s claims to keep him there, he’s interrupted.
“Unfortunately though, no amount of pleading can get me out of these interviews.”
Vox pinches Alastor’s cheek with his other hand before he backs off of Alastor in a quick fashion, hastily climbing up from the bed. Alastor couldn’t even stammer out a reply before Vox was already near the doorway.
“Don’t miss me too much, Al,’”
Just like that, Vox was off, leaving Alastor in the dust. Did he just.. leave him?
Alastor couldn’t believe it. The man who’d been obsessing over him for practically a decade had left him in an instant with no second thought.
He had gotten what he wanted, but the quiet buzz of empty room overtook any victory he had.
—————
As Vox leaves the room, and as soon as he was out of Alastor’s sight, he pumps a fist, chuckling quietly.
He won.
Alastor would stay here. But not because Alastor asked, but because Vox had so kindly let him. Finally, he had the upper hand for once.
But, when Vox looks in the mirror before leaving, he can’t help but remember…
Alastor’s face in his hands. Their faces, so close. Lips, almost..
As he recalled, his face flushed once again.
Damn it.
Vox slaps a hand over the heat of his face. God, help him.
——————-
Alastor couldn’t help but feel a sting of emptiness at the sound of the front door shutting. Usually, his days were filled with Vox’s endless company.
He lets out a deep sigh. Why did he care? This was his day off, but he couldn’t even enjoy it.
His stomach quietly growls, interrupting the silence.
Did Vox even keep food here? They were always out- Alastor hadn’t even begun to consider what he’d eat.
The appetite for food gives him the motivation to leave the bedroom after the entire day sulking. He couldn’t just starve, and who knows when Vox would be back.
Vox’s part of the tower was lacking furniture, making the place feel empty. Nobody could consider this place cozy- the coldness of the modern style crushed any warmth. His fingers glided against the marble countertops of the kitchen, the cold stone sending a chill up his spine. Deciding to further investigate what he could eat, he grasped a silver handle of the pantry door, unveiling the spacious room.
He scans the shelves for anything remotely appetizing. They were devoid of anything to Alastor’s taste, all smaller items that he couldn’t be bothered to cook something with. Who keeps just ingredients in their house?
Just as he’s about to give up on the search for food, his eye catches a glimpse of metallic on the highest shelf.
He reaches his hand up to grab to the foreign item. The wrapper shines gold, and a sticky note covers a small area of its surface.
“For later~”
Alastor grins as he tears it off, not questioning nor caring about its meaning.
It was a big chocolate bar. Alastor hadn’t had chocolate since… well, since he was human. A delicacy like this was almost impossible to get in hell.
In an instant, it was all gone. The entire thing. He wondered how Vox would react to his precious candy going missing. The idea of Vox’s reaction almost tasted sweeter than the rich chocolate.
——
After he spent some time lounging on the large leather sofa, he looks out the tall windows that cover the wall. It was already dark, yet Vox was still not home.
Seriously, how long would he take?
Alastor tries to remember what time they’d usually come home, but he only draws a blank. Maybe he’d rest some more, maybe even fall asleep entirely before Vox returned.
Returning back to the bedroom, Alastor lets his back sink into the big bed, spreading his arms out against the plushness of the blanket. As he digs underneath the softness, he notices a strange… heat nipping at his core.
What was this..?
Alastor attempts to make the weirdness go away, pulling up the covers to hide himself. But the blanket isn’t the only thing that covers him though, the scent of Vox completely enveloping him.
And suddenly, Alastor can’t think straight.
When would he come back?
At the thought of Vox, the lower half of him throbs. Alastor had never experienced any.. excitement… like this. Why now? The more he tried to navigate the feeling, the more he became aware of his erection. This hunger he felt.. he could only think of Vox and his return. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch.
Seriously… what was in that chocolate?
Now, there wasn’t time to figure out the why. He had to sort this out before Vox came back. Who knows what would happen if Vox caught Alastor like this? He wouldn’t be able to bear the humiliation.
Taking a breath, his hand slips down beneath his boxers, shakily grabbing hold of himself. As he wraps his fingers around his length, he feels the wetness of his already leaking tip.
Alastor’s face burns up, a rush of both shame and exhilaration coursing down through him. At the very least, Vox wouldn’t see it.
Vox..
Alastor couldn’t feel anything from his slow strokes. Even as he begins to pump faster, he only winces out with frustration. No matter the pace though, his needs still weren’t satisfied. He feels powerless, the newfound lust wildly taking over any rational thought left in him. But despite the effort of his hand, nothing comes from his own touch.
Alastor couldn’t take this anymore. He lets go of himself, exhaling in defeat. Regardless, his body continues to burn up, still hot and bothered. Alastor squirms around in the bed with the hope to find a position to relieve the unfamiliar ache. He pants out with desperation, the craving for .. whatever it was… still persisting through him.
In the midst of his struggle, the doorknob slowly twists, pushing the door open. His exposed heat is sparsely covered by the blanket as he dizzily sits up to the shake of the door.
Vox walks through, tie loose with wear, bringing with him the smell of cigarettes and cologne. He’s not wearing his suit jacket, and the buttons on the collar of his shirt are undone, revealing the outline of his muscular chest.
Alastor already knew very well that Vox was handsome. Yet, when he meets Vox’s eyes, his chest jumps.
He couldn’t name the feeling before. But now, by the pleas of his erection, he knew exactly what he needed.
Would it really be so bad to let Vox unravel him for once, if it was for a good cause?
——-
“Alastor?” Vox calls out.
He scans the room before averting his eyes to the mess Alastor was. Alastor’s face is drunken, legs flayed out and trembling.
“Vox,” Alastor begs, breathing the name like it was prayer. He bit his lip as to restrain himself, but it didn’t do much as to hide the need in his voice. His bare erection was sprung against the thin covers; there was an attempt to hide it, but it wasn’t much.
At the sight, Vox flushes bright pink, shooting his stuttering hand up to cover both his eyes and the blush on his face. Just from the silhouette of Alastor’s body, Vox feels himself get rock hard.
What’s wrong with Alastor? He had to be.. sick.. or something. Why else would the radio demon, with a lesser sex drive than a dead person has, be touching himself here? Of all places?
Vox puts aside his body’s desires, approaching the edge of the bed where Alastor lay. He maintains a calm expression, like Alastor wasn’t practically naked in front of him. Sitting down, he felt his hip brisk Alastor’s clothed thigh, the touch sending jolts of electricity straight through his erection.
Vox was still worried for Alastor, even if he was turned on.
“What is it?” Vox asks gently.
His voice is low, and his brows turn up slightly at the sight Alastor’s rising and falling chest. Noticing the red of Alastor’s face, Vox presses a hand to the demon’s forehead, leaning further onto Alastor as he feels for the heat.
Alastor is warm. He’s too warm.
“I..” Alastor starts, struggling to get his words out.
With the other hand, Vox caresses the side of Alastor’s face, as if to force his lips to admit to their sins.
“N-need you, to help me.” Alastor softly stutters. He blushes and looks away, but finds his eyes being pulled back to Vox as if to see his reaction.
And now Vox was the bigger mess, for he couldn’t think straight anymore. All he could think about was Alastor, who was dizzily unfolding into a mess in front of him. The desperation in his voice sent Vox’s stomach into a tender coil.
This had been all he had ever wanted.
————
With this confession, Alastor thought he wouldn’t have to face anymore embarrassment. If Vox could just help him with this for a bit, it would all be over soon.
Safe to say, he overestimated Vox’s kindness.
With one hand still cupping his cheek, Vox readily leans into Alastor, crawling up into the space between Alastor’s legs, his lips about to touch Alastor’s.
“Tell me.. what.. exactly you need from me,” Vox whispers, struggling with his breath.
He couldn’t contain himself any more. Alastor was afraid he’d come prematurely just from the low hum of Vox’s voice, let alone their lips just inches away.
He has to take matters into his own hands.
Grabbing Vox’s wrist, he attempts to pull him down on himself. But Vox only slightly budges, and with a raise of his eyebrow, laughs at the sad attempt. Alastor swallows hard, scowling at Vox’s resistance.
“Use your words, Al’,” Vox purrs, lowering his hips to just barely rub against Alastor’s cock, their erratic breaths still overlapping. The little pressure sends jolts of pleasure through Alastor’s core, causing him to jerk his hips.
Why was his body responding so easily? He throbs, aching for more. There was no time to be shy anymore. He was dying- and there was only one cure.
“I need you.. on me.. Just for a little-” Alastor cries, desperation twisting his face.
Just as Alastor says it, Vox grinds his hips into Alastor’s. The hard press of Vox’s length against his own makes him softly moan out, cutting off his words.
“Fuck.. I might cum already,” Vox growls, laughing under his breath.
Alastor scoffs at his vulgar words, but his hips move on their own, bucking up to press into Vox’s length. He brings his hands up the back of Vox’s neck, pushing him closer into him. As he does, the friction continues to feed the heat in Alastor, making his knees shake in weakness.
Their lips brush against each other, air thinning as they gasp for air. As payback for Vox’s teasing, Alastor takes the opportunity to finally press his lips into Vox’s, hungrily ambushing his mouth. As the electricity shoots through where their lips meet, Alastor feels himself get more turned on.
Vox’s eyes widen at the sudden intrusion. But, quickly, he’s consumed by the taste of Alastor, his soft lips melting onto his own. Sucking on Alastor’s lip, Vox glides his tongue against the entrance of Alastor’s mouth. The new sensation of warmth makes Alastor dig at his back for more.
As they continue rocking their hips together, the blanket trickles off of Alastor, revealing his leaking and swollen tip.
“Haah.. Shit.. You taste so..,” Vox pants out, breaking away from Alastor’s lips for a breath. He looses his words as he trails his eyes down to Alastor’s cock.
Before he can act on the sight, Alastor needily pulls him back in for another intoxicating kiss, but bites Vox’s bottom lip. He immediately licks the spot that bleeds before he meeting his lips again. The wetness of his lips sends a buzz through him, building the deep heat in his core.
While they kiss, Vox finds his hands moving on their own, tracing the tip of Alastor’s exposed erection with his fingertips, causing Alastor to moan in his mouth.
Pulling away for breath, Alastor is hot, climax building with the added pressure of Vox’s hands around his erection. Vox pumps slowly up and down Alastor’s shaft, filling the air with wet noises as his hands slide against him. Just a few simple strokes from Vox is enough to have tears well in Alastor’s eyes. When Vox slides up, he palm rubs over Alastor’s leaking tip, causing Alastor to choke for air out of pleasure.
“Satisfied?” Vox asks, petting the side of Alastor’s face. He stops his motions on Alastor’s cock, but swirls his fingertips around the area above the base of his cock.
Would it really end already?
No way, Vox had to finish what he started.
“Do it….hngh..a-again.” Alastor staggers out, breath hitching at the torturous stop.
“Ha..Is this still just a little Al’?” Vox laughs, causing Alastor to remember his initial ask from Vox. ‘A little’..
Right.
Alastor’s face flushes with Vox’s mockery of him. He breaks his harsh breathing to fight against it, but Vox suddenly picks up where he left off, making him gasp instead.
This time, Vox’s hands feel deeper, milking Alastor’s cock with a harder grip- the new pressure making Alastor’s toes curl. He latches on to Vox again, feeling the muscles of his broad shoulders.
Vox taking care of him felt better than he’d like to admit..but he really couldn’t help the fact that Vox was what his body needed. Alastor found himself wanting more- needing more..
In a haze of passion, he drunkenly reaches for Vox’s collar. As Vox tries to move his lips into Alastor’s, he’s interrupted.
“U-Undress.” Alastor demands, cheeks still pink. What was supposed to be dominant sounds needy instead, frustrating Alastor even further.
Vox complies, averting his eyes down to the buttons of his shirt. As he works them with his fingers, Alastor brings a hand to palm Vox through his pants.
“Aah..” Vox whines, perking up at the unexpected touch. Alastor reaches for the zipper, pulling it down as Vox finishes taking off his shirt. He claws the sides of Vox’s hips, sliding his pants down ‘till he’s in nothing but his boxers.
As Alastor grabs at the tent, he feels how messy Vox is, growing his desperation for him. After freeing him, he continues the petting, looking up at Vox to see a face red and drunken with desire. Vox was big.. real big. Curious, he traces his hands around the shaft, stroking around it. With every touch, Vox gasps with bliss, biting his lip like he’s holding himself back
Still moving his hands up and down Vox’s heat, he feels pleasure run through him. How was it that pleasing Vox also made him feel good?
Unable to resist, Vox pushes Alastor down so that he’s falt on the bed. He rests his hips in against Alastor, his restless cock now restlessly pulsing against Alastor’s.
Before Alastor can get used to the feeling, Vox wraps his large hand over their rubbing heats. He starts to slide up and down, making Alastor choke for air. He throws his head back, the knot in his stomach tightening with each pump.
“Ahh..!”
As Alastor gasps out, he already feels his limit approaching, the knead of their cocks against each other putting him in overdrive. Alastor digs his nails into Vox’s back, holding on to him for dear life. It felt so good, every stroke sending jolts of pleasure through him like electricity.
“That’s it..,fuck..!“
Vox struggles, strokes growing quicker but more erratic. His hand shakes as he moves faster, biting whines back with his teeth. With his free hand, he finds ground on Alastor’s chest, accidentally brushing against a sensitive nipple.
“Shit..,Vox-“
Alastor sobs, throwing his head back with his mouth open. He leans back to find ground against the mattress, dissolving into the white flash of bliss. As he comes, he feels Vox pulsing against him, shooting his cum out on to Alastor’s stomach at the same time Alastor does. Shockwaves pulse through their bodies as they ride through their orgasms together.
“Fuck..” Vox huffs, catching his breath as Alastor does. He rests against Alastor for a minute, the two of them still panting.
As he gains his composure, he leans back off Alastor, swinging his legs off the bed. Dizzily, he gets up, and makes his way to the bathroom.
Alastor remains splayed out on the bed, cool relief washing over him. Still, the heat pooled in his abdomen doesn’t completely fade. He tries to regulate his shaken body, still coming down from the high.
Just when he feels like he can take a breath, Vox enters the room after rinsing off, with a little towel in his hands. Reality hits Alastor when he sees Vox again, chest jumping at the sight of him, a reminder of what had actually just occurred.
They had just..
Vox parts his lips to say something, but he’s at a loss. Instead, he just carefully wipes away the mess on a still twitching Alastor, cleaning his defined core. Alastor whimpers, body still sensitive to touch. Droplets of water from Vox’s wet hair hit Alastor’s thighs, sending a chill through him.
When Vox finishes the job, he breaks their silence.
“Go.. shower. You’re a mess..” Vox stammers out, using a strict voice to drown out his shyness.
“Right,” Alastor says, finally catching his breath and coming back to senses. He gets up, legs shaking as he stumbles over to bathroom, weakly shutting the door.
———
Fuck…
As the door shuts, Vox turns around to press the back of his hand against his lips. What was that..?
He wants to blame his lust… but the beat of his heart tells him otherwise.
Would they just forget it all happened? He didn’t even understand the reason for Alastor’s..behavior… Was it the same feeling Vox had?
.. It was too soon to make any kind of conclusion.
He’d just have to sleep it off. If he could get any sleep, that is.