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The sinner's fingers drummed against the hotel bar, his gaze fixed on the grand entrance doors that threatened to open at any moment. His mind was a whirlwind of rage, jealousy, frustration, and maybe just a hint of excitement. That had to be the alcohol's fault, he couldn't remember which drink he was on, but it was enough to start veering away from his usual thoughts and explore new possibilities for how he'd handle that individual when they arrived. Maybe he should tear him to shreds right there with his tentacles! Or even better, with his own hands! How dare he ignore him overnight? Now the surveillance cameras never turned to look at him, now there wasn't even a silly song to try and humiliate him, only to fail in the attempt, or maybe... he should be softer. Perhaps he had ignored him too much and that's why he lost interest? That was probably it. In that case, he just had to give him a little attention for a couple of days and then pull away again like before, but not before getting that spark of obsession back. But how would he do it?

—I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here when he gets here —his companion, who probably didn't even want to be there, commented.—

—What do you mean? —Alastor finally spoke, feeling his body a little heavy as he turned his head to the other side.—

—You know, being here when that TV arrives. You only get drunk when you're desperate, and it's pretty obvious you are now.

—HA HA! My dear Husker, I would absolutely not be desperate over such an inferior Overlord with such mediocre taste. I'm just a little... concerned about the hotel.

—The feline demon's eyebrow arched in disbelief, shaking his head.— Alright, whatever you say, but you know in advance he's coming to see Lucifer, and I'm guessing you don't like that, so what will you do?

—Of course I don't like it —Alastor muttered, almost to himself.—

But Husk was right. What was he supposed to do? He had already put two ideas in motion, one of which was salvageable and, to a certain extent, sounded more viable. He tried to remember the tastes of the Vox of yesteryear: he liked sophisticated gifts, sharks, technology, and... Alastor felt a shiver run down his spine. He couldn't forget all those times his former friend had made sexual advances towards him, a comment here and there, and a grab or two that were always directly rejected.

If it weren't for the alcohol flowing through his blood, that idea would never have taken root. But if his old friend wanted to share a bed with him so much, why not suggest it? He held a secret within himself that not even Husk knew and would never know. Despite Alastor's denials of such intimate relationships, he couldn't deny that more than once he had been on the verge of accepting one of Vox's requests, especially when he would be the... how do you say it? The 'active' one? The 'top'? The one who usually takes charge. Imagining Vox beneath him, pleading and crying, made him feel an immediate rush of adrenaline that then went straight to his crotch. So that's what he needed! To act a little more "inappropriately" with Vox, and maybe that way he would pay attention to him again like the hungry lapdog he used to be. It was just a small sacrifice of himself to get what he wanted.

After two more drinks for the radio demon and with the bright red sky starting to fade to a near burgundy, one of the doors he had been watching while his head was working overtime finally opened. The imposing figure of Vox appeared in the almost empty entrance hall. For a few seconds, the deer demon's heart raced as he noticed Vox's gaze darting everywhere as if looking for something or someone specific, stopping on him for just a second before quickly looking away.

There it was again, that horrible indifference! Only he was allowed to have it! Vox had to be his little toy whom he could provoke a tantrum in whenever he wanted, but now the wretch had decided to start ignoring him. Was this a new strategy to finally get Alastor's attention? Because if so, it was working for the idiot. Without wasting any more time, the radio demon got up from where he was, stumbling at first but quickly regaining his composure to advance as confidently as possible towards the "guest."

—Well, look who it is! Does the tower you live in no longer have enough space?

—Ah... Alastor —his name came out with indifference, as if he were just an annoyance.— I had a slight hope I wouldn't have to see you here.

This didn't go unnoticed by Alastor, who stopped for a few seconds, grinding his teeth. But he immediately continued his stride until he was less than two meters away from him, keeping that wide smile on his face, shaking his head while letting out a light laugh as if the other man were just trying to get his attention. And of course he was going to give it to him, especially with several glasses of alcohol already in his system.

—But dear! Why are you talking to me like that? You should know by now that I'm always here at the hotel. Besides, what's with this sudden visit? —Of course it wasn't sudden; that's why Alastor had been waiting for him all this time.—

—It's none of your business —he replied dryly.—

—One of his eyes gave a noticeable tic at the answer. At any other time, Vox would have tried to show off whatever he had come to do.— Of course it's my business! I'm the one who looks after this hotel on behalf of the princess!

—Whatever. —This time he moved slightly to the side to fix his gaze on Husk.— Excuse me, do you know if Lucifer is here?

—I haven't seen him come down from his room, so I'd assume he must be up there.

Vox just nodded, taking out his cell phone and apparently starting to text something on it, giving even less attention to Alastor, who was clearly not going to stand idly by. This was the moment to put some of that vulgar flirting into action. Vox would have to thank him for sacrificing himself like this, especially since he was there for that idiot Lucifer. Was that little elf seriously going to take all the attention he had had for years? No way, he wasn't going to allow it.

—Oh, Vox. Did you really get so dressed up just for Lucifer? I thought you were better than that.

The truth was that Vox was quite dressed up, not in his typical striped suit that poorly imitated his own, but in a white shirt with no tie or anything, a black corset that matched his perhaps darker blue pants. But what caught the sinner's attention the most was that thanks to that corset, Vox's silhouette was only accentuated in such a... God, he felt something hot go down to his crotch as he saw the other man's narrow waist and broad chest with those big pecs... Damn it, that corset put things in their proper place.

[A/N: I'm not good at describing clothes, so just focus your attention on the fact that he looks handsome to Alastor.]

—Not receiving any response from the other man, the radio demon had no other choice but to get even closer to the other Overlord, noticing him lift his gaze from his cell phone and immediately tense up.— Are you trying to make me jealous?

—What the hell are you talking about? —He took a step back, trying to get as far away from the crazy guy as possible.—

—Don't play dumb, I know you want my attention at all costs, you always have.

—Pff... You're still living in the past, aren't you? I haven't come here for you, not by a long shot. I came to see Lucifer and that's it.

—He narrowed his eyes, forcing a smile at that answer, which was not what he wanted to hear.— I don't think so. No one's tastes change overnight. You're that interested in that dwarf? Please.

Again there was no response, and that silence irritated him even more than a complaint or an attempt at a witty response. So he would have to push harder, so he moved even closer to the other man, cornering him against the wall he probably wanted to sink into to escape Alastor. Alastor slowly ran one of his fingers under the screen, bringing it closer to his face, only to see an expression of frustration and disgust. That irritated him.

—You don't have to keep pretending like that, you know? If you wanted my attention, here it is. So many years have passed, and for the first time, you've managed to get me to come to you. I must at least give you that credit. —His voice sounded so soft, almost flirtatious to the people who were there, as he put the tip of a finger on the cell phone to force it down, his other hand resting on the wall right next to the other man.—

—He couldn't help but let out a long sigh at those words. In any other era, he might have fallen to his knees for Alastor, but not now; he only felt disgust.— I don't know how hard it is to understand that I'm not here for you, I'm not interested.

—You're just saying that because you're mad at me, right? But don't worry, I've been thinking, and I think it's time to give you what you've always wanted.

That last comment seemed to completely knock any coherent thought out of Vox's head. He just raised an eyebrow, confused, not understanding at first what the hell this lunatic was referring to. Ever since he decided to leave Alastor behind, his life had gotten better, and for him to suddenly want to seek something more now seemed ironic, a very bad joke. All he could do was cling to the wall as much as possible and...

—God... You reek of alcohol —the TV-headed demon mentioned with a clear grimace of disgust. Not that it bothered him, of course, but if this came from Alastor, it made it disgusting.—

—It was just a couple of drinks, you say it as if we hadn't drunk together.

—There is no 'us' anymore, just a 'you' and a 'me'.

Alastor's smile tensed noticeably at that response. The bastard was making things even more complicated. Looking down, searching for a new way for that hardhead to forget why he had even gone there, he noticed something, quite subtle but he noticed it. For one thing, Vox's shirt was slightly tight, making his pectorals stand out even more. He could also see two small "bumps" showing through the shirt. What was that supposed to be? With curiosity and denying the existence of personal space, he lowered his free hand to brazenly grab everything he could of the other man's chest, squeezing it and strangely noticing how soft it was.

—WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, YOU IDIOT!? —The scream echoed throughout the place, causing his eye to begin to show those spirals.—

As soon as Vox felt that squeeze, he pushed Alastor as hard as he could to get him off, releasing a slight static charge in the process that threatened to turn into a strong electrical discharge. Luckily for Alastor, he was an Overlord, so that push only made him step back a few steps (mostly thanks to the alcohol), because if he weren't, he probably would have ended up on the other side of the room. Even Husk tensed up a little because of the scream, but upon noticing that nothing had happened, he just sighed heavily.

When Alastor was about to start protesting or something else, a new voice made an appearance in the place, coming from the stairs, that irritating voice with which he had had the misfortune of living with for a while now. And to his even greater misfortune, upon seeing Vox, his expression of rage changed to almost that of a puppy seeing his owner again. A little more, and he'd probably be wagging his tail if he had one.

—Oh, Vox, I'm sorry for making you wait so long; I just saw your message. —He crooned in a flirty tone that had practically never been heard from him before.— I hope 'the bellhop' didn't give you a hard time.

—Not at all, your majesty —he lied without much effort to hide his discomfort at the new mention of Alastor.—

The king of hell slowly descended the stairs until he was on the first step. He was also dressed elegantly to a certain extent, in a loose shirt, slightly longer-than-usual boots, and a cloth belt that went practically around his waist, further accentuating his own thin figure. And without having to do or say anything, Vox immediately approached the fallen angel, bending over enough to hold the other man's hand and leaving a kiss on his knuckles.

—I hope I didn't arrive late either; I wouldn't want to make you wait longer than necessary.

—Always so gentlemanly. Don't worry, you arrived at the best moment. Shall we go?

Alastor looked like a confused deer, just watching with wide eyes and a more than forced smile on his face. They hadn't even looked at him. Was Vox really no longer interested in him? No, it had to be part of his plan for him to put more effort into winning him back. But those thoughts lasted for a short time when he saw how Lucifer's hand rested on the TV demon's waist as he went up the stairs, this hand moving down a little to his hip, causing the ruler of hell to look over his shoulder, giving the other sinner a clear smile full of mockery.

—Damn insolent... —he cursed through clenched teeth, walking quickly to go up the stairs once the other two men had disappeared.—

—Alastor, I would advise you not to do anything stupid. You're not in any condition for anything —the bartender mentioned as he finished cleaning the glass his boss had been using.—

—Tsk, I'm just going to my room.

The answer sounded more like a complaint from a small child. And just like that, with the help of his shadow, he quickly reached his own tower in the new and improved hotel. The tower served as his place to broadcast his radio show as well as his room, the only bad thing being that from the other side of the building, he could easily see Lucifer's tower, that damn elf. He grunted slightly, remembering the look he had given him moments before. What were those two doing locked up for so long in there? Talking business or trying to brainwash each other? It was so frustrating not to know what was going on in there, unless... Alastor lowered his ears a little, irritated by the stupidity he was about to commit. But if he didn't, that bug of uncertainty would get stuck in his head, repeating over and over that he had lost, lost Vox's almost devoted attention, and had done nothing about it.

With slow steps, he approached the edge of his bed to sit on it, staring at a fixed point on the wall. With just a few small taps of his shoe heel, his shadow appeared in front of him, waiting for instructions.

—Go to Lucifer's room and just watch everything they do. Don't interfere.

With that, the shadow nodded, disappearing immediately to carry out its task, leaving Alastor completely alone in his room. Although not entirely, as soon as his shadow managed to sneak into that elf's room, the sclera of his left eye turned completely black, allowing him to observe everything his shadow was seeing. It didn't take long for Lucifer to open the door of the room, letting Vox enter first. Both maintained a certain attitude as if they were just business partners (something Alastor had noticed was not the case).

—You know, Vox? I think I'm getting too used to you and your other friend, so much so that I'm starting to believe you used your hypnosis powers on me —he mentioned with a slight smile as he walked to a piece of furniture, opening a drawer to take something out.—

—Oh, please, your majesty, you know I would be incapable of doing something like that. Besides, you're surely immune to it since you're still an angel despite everything.

—Vox~ you know you shouldn't treat me so formally when we're alone. —The sovereign approached the taller sinner with a smile that could only be described as playful.—

—You know? The other day, Val told me he could give you something you'd love.

—Oh, really? Although if it comes from Tino, I can expect anything.

—It's just a small something, nothing more. —With that, he held up what he had in his hands in front of the other man's screen.—

Vox's breathing got a little caught in his throat upon seeing the necklace Lucifer was holding with one of his fingers. You could say, in a vulgar way, that it was a dog collar, with golden details and a golden apple-shaped plaque that apparently had something inscribed on it. God only knows how crazy the Overlord got when he had to wear that, whether he was the top or the bottom at the time. It was almost mandatory to have to wear it, and until now, he hadn't done it the times he had been with the sovereign.

—I had it made especially for you. Do you like it? The plaque is even cute. —He took the collar better to show the apple-shaped plaque, which clearly said, "Property of Lucifer."—

—How could I say I don't like it? —Almost by inertia, he bent down so that the sovereign could put the collar around his neck and adjust it perfectly.—

—Aww, you look so cute! —The compliment managed to make the sinner's screen turn slightly pink.—

—We- well, since this was a surprise, I have one for you, too.

Lucifer's eyes widened upon hearing that he was also going to get something. Excitement filled his body and not just his. Alastor, who was watching the situation, frowned both from seeing the elf's stupid gift to Vox and from learning that he also had one for him. What a silly gift, a collar that only reflected how pathetic his former partner was, destined to be a lapdog he could treat however he wanted, make him obey everything... Drag him through the streets of hell on a leash... What a stupid gift.

Once Alastor's ravings subsided, he saw with total clarity how Vox unbuttoned the first buttons of his shirt to the beginning of the corset, taking the edges of the garment to pull it aside, thus revealing... Oh.

—Oh... Are those...?

—I thought you'd like to see them~

There it was, what Alastor had noticed before: those two small things that were showing through the shirt were actually a pretty pair of piercings on Vox's nipples, both gold, which unintentionally made a perfect combination with the collar he was wearing. Without many words, Lucifer practically pounced on the sinner, making him hit the closed door, immediately burying his face between his pectorals, giving small kisses on the area, kisses that quickly turned into desperate licks and bites.

—For all of hell, damn. If your plan was to drive me crazy, you just succeeded.

—Uh~ I'm just trying to bring the best to the table.

Soon, brazen groping came over both chests, with both being squeezed and massaged, getting slight gasps from Vox and a sudden squeal once the sovereign's mouth closed around one of his nipples, which he quickly began to suck on slowly, squeezing the other between his fingers.

Unfortunately for him, Alastor was already witnessing all of this. The first impression of those pierced nipples did nothing but send a sudden heat straight to his crotch, which only grew upon seeing how hungry the elf was behaving. He even began to rub his own crotch against the Overlord's. The heat made Alastor's cheeks turn a little red, and he took off his jacket almost desperately, throwing it somewhere in the room. Usually, he wasn't interested in that kind of thing. So why did he feel his own nipples hardening under the clothes he still had on? All because of listening to the mediocre sounds escaping from that idiot's mouth.

The friction of his already notorious erection against the sovereign's was becoming unbearable to withstand. He had too much clothing on at a moment when he shouldn't. But the attention on his nipples with suctions and squeezes made it impossible for him to think of a way to tell him. Those piercings had made them much more sensitive than normal, so that stimulation could make him finish right there. Luckily, Lucifer stopped between gasps, looking up at his companion for the night.

—I'm sorry for my excitement; it's not my intention to end this so soon. —As soon as he said this, he easily grabbed the sinner by the thighs, lifting him from the ground only to let him fall onto the large bed.—

(Too big for someone his size, Alastor thought.)

—You look very cute in those clothes, but I think you'd look even better without them.

These words were followed by a snap of his fingers, causing Vox to be completely naked on the bed, which earned a gasp from Alastor, who was now watching from a new angle, able to see the other sinner's entire body in an almost glorious way. Was he the fool himself for having rejected that guy so many times?

Lucifer's hand immediately went down to his sinner's almost completely erect member, wrapping his hand around it to caress up and down without much hurry. He wanted to savor the cute noises that escaped from his partner's mouth, low, hoarse moans that would soon become loud and high-pitched.

—Mm~ I think your cute nipples were the appetizer. Where can I find the main course?

—He didn't need any other words to immediately open his legs, lowering a hand to separate his buttocks to expose his hole as much as possible.— H- here's the main course, please help yourself.

—What efficient service.

Releasing the other man's member, he leaned in to leave some kisses on the sinner's lips, then went down his neck, where he was in charge of leaving small bites up to his shoulders. And of course, he couldn't skip licking those nipples again that he could go crazy if he looked at them too much, going down to the other man's member, only leaving a wet kiss on the tip since what he really wanted was a little lower down. Taking his legs, he lifted them a little, also raising his lower back to have enough space to take out his forked tongue and begin to slide it slowly over the sinner's hole, causing him to arch his back against the bed with that simple action, also letting out a somewhat softer moan than the rest. Being ready then, he continued licking the area until the tip pressed against his anus, forcing enough to slide inside, receiving a new long moan in response.

The radio demon couldn't even believe what he was seeing. A while ago, he had stripped off all his upper garments, still wearing his pants, only unbuttoned. But even with that, the discomfort of his unattended erection couldn't stop. As he closed his eyes, he continued to see the scene those two were carrying out, that damn conceited bastard. The one who should be between Vox's legs and making him moan like that should be him! Only him! Without stopping looking at the obscenity that was taking place, Alastor couldn't resist lying down on the bed, putting a hand inside his underwear to finally free his already completely hard member. Without delay, he put his hand around it to begin pumping gently, contemplating that scene, letting his drunken imagination visualize himself between Vox's legs, making him feel that way.

The sovereign, for his part, had his entire tongue buried in the sinner's depths, moving it up and down but especially upwards, insistently pressing against his prostate, guiding himself only by the Overlord's own groans which became more high-pitched and sonorous once he managed to press in the exact spot. Vox, meanwhile, writhed on the bed, grabbing the sheets with both hands, knowing that if he stimulated his own member, he would finish sooner than he would like. The desire to do so was overwhelming, but he preferred to practically tear the sheets every time that perfect tongue hit the exact spot.

The attention continued a little longer until the sovereign's tongue emerged from his interior with an embarrassingly wet sound. He ran a hand over his chin, which had some saliva on it, and then lowered that hand to his member to moisten it as much as possible.

—Mhm~ quite delicious, to be honest. Now... where would be the best place to enter? —It was a foolish question, but it was a foolishness he enjoyed, especially if his partner was trembling slightly with a somewhat lost look in his eyes.—

—U- ugh... Please, Your Majesty, don't waste any time, I need you so badly. —His trembling voice only made him feel more ashamed, but without stopping, he slowly lowered his hand down his own belly until he reached the base of his erection, holding it with just two fingers.—

—Alright, alright, if you insist so much, I have no choice but to please my favorite sinner.

At that compliment, Vox couldn't help but smile like a lovesick fool. He knew these were just things said in bed, but the fantasy remained intact. Without wasting time, Lucifer took the other man by the thighs, stretching them until they were almost pressed against the sinner's chest, leaving him completely exposed.

—Ohh~ a mating press, huh? It seems someone is feeling very naughty tonight.

—You can't blame me. After all, you're the one who drove me crazy by getting those piercings.

—Ha, I accept it. My fault.

Lucifer smiled at the response and, with a gentle pressure from the tip of his member, began to move his hips forward, slowly entering that warm interior that, thanks to the saliva, was slippery enough that entering wasn't painful. A sharp moan escaped from Vox's mouth, which was immediately silenced when the sovereign leaned in, joining his mouth with the other man's. They plunged into a kiss that at first began as something tender only to progress to one that was totally desperate on both parts, silencing the moans that came from the sinner's mouth once the fallen angel's member was fully inside. The thrusts began shortly after, as both of them had never craved it more, going in and out only halfway and then plunging back in at a slow but steady rhythm, allowing the sounds of flesh hitting flesh and the wet noise produced each time Lucifer's member slid inward to be heard.

Alastor's hand was moving up and down on his member with increasing speed; he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Pre-seminal fluid was seeping from the tip, helping as a little lubricant for his hand to move more easily. Shit! He could even clearly hear the disgusting noises those two idiots were making without any shame. A muffled moan escaped his mouth upon seeing how Lucifer took Vox's tongue to begin sucking it in such a vulgar way. He wasn't supposed to feel so turned on by these things, but why did he also want to taste that long blue tongue and sink his teeth into it? He could imagine the possible flavors Vox's blood would have, maybe with a synthetic taste due to his strange anatomy. Oh shit, he felt like he was close to the edge, but he didn't want the feeling to end so soon, just a little longer.

Vox was moaning in a muffled way from the thrusts that had become much faster, almost erratic, and that filled him so well. Despite the sovereign's short stature, that didn't mean his penis was small at all. Besides, why not take advantage of their shared fetish for the height difference? No modifications that Lucifer was known to be able to make, none of that, just being Vox taking that cock that was thrusting into him in an almost celestial way, hitting the exact spot to make him see stars. When his tongue was trapped by the other's mouth and especially when it was sucked, he couldn't help but roll his eyes from the multiple sensations. He hadn't even had the chance to grab his own member because he was holding his own legs to stay in that position.

When the thrusts slowed down a bit, Lucifer finally released the sinner's tongue, licking his own lips afterward, smiling with a certain malice as he saw the sinner below him, panting and with a noticeably reddish screen.

—You look so cute like that, aww. Do you want me to cum inside, don't you?

—P- please Luci, d- do it inside, my hungry hole needs it so much~

Hearing his ex-friend say that only made Alastor increase the rhythm of his hand. More and more of that clear liquid dripped from the tip. He had heard him say some out-of-place things, but this? This went beyond all the limits he could have imagined Vox reaching, acting like a tramp just for attention. He had certainly been wrong to reject his former companion in the ways he had. Maybe just once would have been enough to satisfy his curiosity, but now it was too late. Vox was only moaning another man's name just a few feet away from him.

Lucifer's thrusts became fast and erratic again, not wanting to leave that interior that was squeezing him with increasing force. This time, he leaned his body again, bringing both hands to the sinner's pectorals with the sole purpose of squeezing those cute nipples between his fingers. In this position, he managed to make Vox's unattended member rub insistently against the fallen angel's belly, thus generating the friction he so desperately needed.

—Sh- shit, Luci!~ I can't anymore!

—Come on, Voxy~ There's no need to hold back.

Receiving a bite on the shoulder, Vox finally reached orgasm, splattering his own semen between them both and bringing his hands by inertia to the fallen angel's back to dig his claws into it, which, despite not making him bleed, did leave noticeable marks, especially when Lucifer's hips moved further forward to cum inside his sinner. Both demons were noticeably panting, tired from what they had just done, and brought their faces closer to give each other a much calmer kiss than the previous ones.

'Damn sappy fools,' Alastor thought, having let go of his member without wanting to orgasm yet. Something told him those two weren't finished, and sure enough, he was right. When Lucifer came out of his interior, noticing how some drops of semen were escaping from that already used hole, he let out a slight laugh, approaching Vox to whisper something to him, as if it were some kind of secret. As soon as he moved away a little, the sinner turned halfway, putting a pillow under him while hugging another to be more comfortable, moving one leg to the side to have greater access to the area of interest.

Barely a minute had passed, and those two idiots were already getting back to the action, only this time, Lucifer made Vox's cell phone appear in his hand, which had been left next to his clothes. And while he was again pressing the tip of his still erect member, he opened the device's camera, not hesitating to record.

"Aww, Voxy~ I hope you show this video to Val, I bet he'll love seeing you take me like this." In response, he only received a moan and a nod. "Will you also show this video to that silly radio demon?"

Alastor's ears perked up upon hearing himself become part of the conversation. He didn't know whether to feel disgust, pride, or just curiosity about where the dwarf was going with this and what Vox's answer would be.

—Please don't mention that i- idiot, we're having too good of a time ugh~

—You're right, dear, it's not worth mentioning that old man, because I bet he could never have made you feel as good as I did, right?

—Ab- absolutely not... I'm sure his cock is so small that even a clitoris is bigger, haha- Ah!~ —The laugh was interrupted by a sharp moan when the other's member hit his prostate head-on.—

How dare he talk about him like that?! In any other circumstance, he would have gone to confront them, to tear those imbeciles apart, but he was too drunk and too turned on to even move from the bed. The hand that had wrapped around his member again was trying to keep up with the rhythm of the thrusts Lucifer was giving the Overlord, wanting to imagine for a moment that it was he who was thrusting into him, burying himself completely in that warm interior, that Vox would only moan his name between the sheets. Yes, that would be quite nice.

—Oh dear, I wish you could see how well your hole is swallowing me.

—D- don't talk like that.

—Like what? About how well you're taking it? I bet your face looks absolutely beautiful!

As soon as he said this, he switched the camera from the back to the front, leaning over his sinner's back, sinking even deeper into his interior and recording the exact moment when Vox slightly stuck out his tongue, rolling his eyes again.

—You really do have an incredible face! I bet you love it when your hole is fucked like this. —As he said that, he put two fingers in the sinner's mouth so he would lick them, then placing one against the corner of his mouth, stretching it to the side.

—I- ah~ I l- love it. —He could barely speak properly due to the finger in his mouth and the constant moans coming from his throat.— I- I'm a silly slut.

—You're so cute~

The fallen angel purred, removing his fingers from his mouth without stopping recording with the cell phone. This time he directed his attention to the back of that screen, going right to one of the many ports to choose from, licking that opening and causing small hearts to form in the Overlord's pupils.

—Shit, Luci! Yo- you'll make me cum again!

—Ah-ah, not so fast.

He moved away from the screen to switch back to the rear camera, recording a close-up of the sinner's ass being penetrated in that way, trying to get the best possible angle to capture everything until the thrusts increased in rhythm again, causing the Overlord's member to rub against the pillow he had under him, muffling a moan when one of Lucifer's fingers hooked onto the collar he was wearing, pulling it just enough to slightly choke him. That small lack of air only made his member start leaking pre-seminal fluid again. Alastor's hand also did, practically sweating and totally ecstatic to finally reach the long-awaited orgasm that he had previously frustrated. He was going faster and faster; if he hadn't rejected Vox before, if only he could bury himself in there, bite and lick those nipples, put his own hands around his neck to cut off his breathing himself, he would have even bought him a collar that said "Property of Alastor" if only he had been more honest with Vox, if only he had told him that he did feel the same way.

—Ah!~

The three men had reached a new orgasm full of ecstasy. Vox and Lucifer were panting while the latter slowly came out of that interior, recording as more of his seed came out of that already used hole, cutting the recording shortly after only to lie on the other's back, leaving kisses on his neck and shoulders. The radio demon got his a few seconds later, splattering on his own hand and slightly staining the pants he was still wearing, but none of that mattered. He just looked at the couple in bed, this time giving each other affection that was far from sexual. Was he really envying them? But he couldn't think much further when he saw how Lucifer got up a little to look directly at where his shadow was, smiling mockingly at him, and giving Vox another kiss on the shoulder.

—Shit!

Alastor's shadow immediately returned to the sinner's tower. That imbecile knew all this time! It seemed that his drunkenness had passed from one moment to the next. He felt too much rage and shame at the same time, his face was probably completely red from being discovered as a pervert, shit. Was he really a pervert for spying on two men fucking-? As best he could, he covered himself with all the blankets he could, trying somehow to cover his shame until he suffocated it.

The next morning, he woke up buried under his blankets, his member still exposed and his head spinning a little. For a moment, he thought everything that had happened last night was just part of an absurd dream, but upon noticing that he was half-naked, he sighed in distress, knowing that it wasn't. He immediately took off what was left of his clothes to get into the shower, letting the water run over his body while the images from last night swirled in his head, only now he could think more clearly, and that made it worse. He didn't understand why he felt guilt and even envy; he wanted to believe that they were just remnants of the damage the alcohol had done to his mind, although deep down, he knew it was genuine. Alastor, the great radio demon, cannibalistic serial killer, and hunter of other Overlords, was feeling guilty about how he had treated an old friend upon realizing what he had lost. He couldn't believe he no longer meant anything to Vox. So many years of friendship, then a rivalry that he found amusing, only for his ego to now crash against the wall of indifference, which made it worse than having Vox's cameras on him all the time. At least in that moment, he meant something... even just something.

He didn't know when the smile had left his face, being replaced by an expression of anguish. His lower lip trembled slightly, feeling so mediocre for experiencing those things. Vox no longer seemed as pathetic as he himself was; he had learned to keep moving forward despite all the time they spent together. Now he had practically climbed on his own merits to the place where he was... He didn't know if what was running down his cheeks was the shower water or tears that were unconsciously coming out of his eyes.

Once he put on clean clothes and had the microphone in hand, he immediately went to the first floor. He couldn't deny that he had the very slight hope of being able to talk to Vox even for a few moments and maybe, just maybe, he could make him change his mind. There still had to be some feelings left in that square head, right?

He quickly went down the stairs, stopping dead in his tracks once he reached the bottom, seeing the image of Vox leaning in to tenderly kiss Lucifer on the lips while the shorter one gave him a kiss on the edge of his screen when they separated. He could see the marks the collar had left on the other sinner's neck, probably when it was pulled. He even fleetingly saw a bite mark near his neck since the first button of his shirt was unbuttoned... He looked cute.

—When will you go to the tower? I'm sure Tino will like to see you.

—Mmm, maybe soon, I also have to do some things here with Charlie, but I'll try to make it as soon as possible.

Giving him one last kiss, Vox stood up straight again with a wide smile which faltered a little when he saw Alastor at the foot of the stairs. The radio demon felt his pulse quicken upon receiving that look, if only he would approach to tell him what he felt and... But nothing happened. Alastor didn't move and Vox left the hotel to immediately head towards his own vehicle that was already waiting for him. Once he got in, Lucifer closed the door, turning to look at the sinner with that same smile he had smiled at him last night, causing his ears to prick up.

—You know, Alastor? Before, I came to believe that you would be a big problem for me and Vox, but I see that I didn't have to do anything for him to get away from you! You yourself managed to make him do it, haha! I should thank you, but you know, I have things to do.

The sovereign's words echoed in the sinner's head. Not even a mocking or witty response came out of his mouth, only silence that was ignored by Lucifer who had left in laughter as soon as he finished speaking. He could only stare fixedly at the door through which Vox had left, his smile was forced as hard as he could, trying not to make a scene like a mediocre teenager being stood up by the girl he liked, because there was a time when he did like Vox, but now he had slipped through his fingers and fallen into the arms of other demons who apparently saw from the beginning what he could only see now.