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Vox had a horrible, terrible secret. A secret so damning that if anyone found out about it, then his reputation would burn to the ground in flames that would rival Hell’s very own fire. A secret that he was going to die without having told anyone about it.

At night, when he knows absolutely no one will interrupt him—when he knows Valentino, Velvette, and any assistant will not stop by his room to ask him any questions—he sleeps with an Alastor body pillow. 

It was shameful even just admitting to it himself. 

It had become a bad habit several decades ago. When Alastor had first abandoned him. He missed Alastor, and the hurt was still so fresh, and no one was around to watch him buy the damn thing.. so, he bought it and slept with it to comfort himself.

Vox hated how much it actually helped him. Whenever he got stressed—even from things that had nothing to do with Alastor, like work or a person especially annoying him—he just had to hug the pillow and without fail he would always feel better. 

It was utterly pathetic, Vox knew it. But whenever he tried to get rid of it, it made him feel such an indescribable amount of panic that he’s never been able to actually follow through. It was worse than any addiction he’s ever had. Vox was attached to the thing to the point that if something ever happened to it he actually might just break down. It’s the only thing keeping him sane.

If it was a normal body pillow, he would be embarrassed, but it wouldn’t be so awful. But, of course, Vox had to get obsessed with an Alastor body pillow of all things. He’s sure that’s the only reason it’s so comforting, too. It feels like Alastor cares about him, like he’s listening with that stupid, signature grin that the stupidly talented artist was able to replicate so perfectly.

The art wasn’t anything special. It wasn’t even sexual. It was just a simple portrait of Alastor laying down, one arm behind his hand and his other resting on his stomach, and he was slightly turned to his side with the suit he always wore on. There wasn’t anything out of place about the suit either, everything was in place and nothing was crooked.

Perhaps it would’ve been less embarrassing if he was just using the pillow to see Alastor naked and get off of it. Still damning, but it would hurt his pride less. Instead, it was just a simple portrait of how Alastor always looks in public, and Vox was using it to comfort himself. 

Vox was hopeless, he knew it. Forever stuck on Alastor, no matter how badly he wants to get away from him. As long as he still cares about the body pillow, it’s going to be incredibly difficult for him to ever move on. Vox wasn’t entirely sure if he ever wanted to move on, though—if it meant he had to get rid of the one thing keeping his sanity intact.

“Mr. Vox?” A voice spoke up all of the sudden.

Vox startled so hard he nearly fell back in his chair. He whipped his head up, eyes wide and panicked as though he actually had the pillow on him right now. After a quick glance around, he confirmed he didn’t. He was just caught thinking about it, that’s all. No one can see his thoughts.

He cleared his throat, embarrassed by his intense reaction. He fixes his bow tie, making it less crooked as he looks up at the assistant that had walked into his office. “What do you need?”

The assistant, smartly, doesn’t mention the reaction. That, at least, Vox is grateful for. “W-Well. I don’t mean to interrupt you, but you have a meeting with Charlie Morningstar soon.” The assistant reminds him.

Vox blinks, immediately pulling up his schedule on a digital screen he conjured up. Right there, he sees that he has a meeting scheduled with the Princess of Hell in five minutes. Vox frowns to himself, how did he forget about this? “I see. Thank you for reminding me.”

The assistant nods, “I’ll let her in here when she gets here, Mr. Vox.”

“Yes, you do that. You’re dismissed.” Vox waves the little sinner away, watching them scamper out of his office. He leans back in his chair, rubbing his screen.

Why did Charlie make this appointment again? He’s finding it hard to remember. It had to do something with her hotel, he knew. Something to do with advertisements. Have more of hell become aware of her little scheme to redeem sinners and get them into heaven.

It was a dumb idea, he knew. But Vox couldn’t help himself from agreeing to the meeting. If anything, he could just twist whatever she wants into something good for Vox and his company. It won’t be hard to do that, he knows.

Vox sighs, running his hands over his suit, smoothing it. The nerves of getting caught thinking about his secret were still tingling. It’s a stupid thing to be so affected by, but Vox couldn’t help it. At least Charlie coming in will help him forget about it.

Vox perks up a tad as he hears the door opening, and then a pair of footsteps enter the room. That must be Charlie. Just as he was about to look up, he heard the door close, and then another pair of footsteps entered the room. Footsteps that he, embarrassingly, had memorized. 

Vox glanced up, gaze immediately going past Charlie and landing on Alastor. This isn’t helping his nerves.

“Hello, Mr. Vox! It’s nice to finally see you!” Charlie greets, holding out her hand for a handshake. Vox tears his gaze away from Alastor, instead looking in her eyes as he grabs her head, firmly shaking it.

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Vox lies with a smile, gesturing for them to take the two seats he had situated across his desk. “So. What proposition did you have in mind, Princess?”

Charlie happily situated herself in the closest chair to her, leaning forwards a tad. She was obviously excited.

Vox found himself looking over at Alastor. He had one leg crossed over the other, back straightened, cane leaned up against the chair with his hands in his lap. He looked refined, calm, like he was just overseeing whatever was happening here. He was probably here to make sure Charlie didn’t get scammed. How annoying.

“You have a really big company, with a lot of different kinds of sinners listening to you. The kind of reach that I, admittedly, don’t have..” Charlie starts off, looking a bit bashful as she rubs the back of her neck. Vox enjoyed Charlie admitting how powerful he is. “So that’s why I want us to collaborate! You promote my hotel, and.. I could work on a product with you?”

Vox considered her approach. Obviously, promoting her hotel will be a big hit to his brand. He’s Vox, hell’s most powerful sinner. What kind of powerful overlord is he if he advertises the idea of redemption to his followers? He wants them to stay down here, listening to him, forever.

He considers the idea of selling a product with Charlie Morningstar’s name on it. She’s the Princess of Hell, sure. Lots of people will recognize that fact and might be more inclined to buy it. But again, that requires putting his name next to hers. Vox and Charlie. It doesn’t quite fit, really.

Vox’s gaze slides over to Alastor. Vox and Alastor fit much better. Vox couldn’t help but let a grin consume his face, “Hmm.. what if Alastor collaborates with me instead?” Vox suggests, glancing between the two.

“..Alastor? Would you be okay with that?” Charlie asks the man, wanting his opinion. Clearly, she didn’t mind using him to get what she wanted.

Alastor’s gaze flicks over at Charlie, but mostly remains on Vox. Vox does his best to remain unaffected by his attention. “I don’t see myself getting much out of this.”

Charlie frowns, “Vox here is going to help us get the hotel into the eyes of a lot more people! It’s going to give us a business boom! Isn’t that good enough for you?” Charlie asks, and Vox quite enjoys that. He knows Alastor doesn’t care about the hotel beyond the limited benefits it gives him. Simply promoting the hotel isn’t a good deal to him.

But Vox knows that Alastor wants Charlie to think he cares about the hotel as much as her. Vox tilts his head, grinning at him. Vox couldn’t hide how much this was entertaining him. The glee in his eyes was too much for him to ever be able to hide.

“..Mm.” Alastor hums, clearly stuck. “Alright, dear, I’ll do it. However, I would like a favor from you for it.” 

Charlie looks at Alastor, clearly upset that Alastor wasn’t just accepting it, as well as the fact he didn’t look excited. But she chalked it up to the fact that Alastor didn’t like modern television. Besides, he agreed, which meant Vox had to promote the hotel now! “Alright, Alastor! Thank you!” Charlie says with a grin, before looking at Vox. “And thank you, Mr. Vox, for helping the hotel!”

Vox looks at Charlie, making sure to keep his expression pleasant and not like he just won the lottery. “Oh, it’s no problem at all, Princess. Now.. I think I should begin talking about the collaboration with Alastor.”

Charlie smiles, standing up from her chair. “Oh, of course! Thank you both again! You’re the best, Alastor.” Charlie expresses her delight to the both of them again, before she practically skips out of his office.

She was just relying on his word. Hadn’t even forced a deal or contract. How silly of her.

Thankfully for Charlie, Vox really wanted to stick it to Alastor by forcing his name and face on a VoxTek branded item. 

“I think an Alastor branded television would look really nice. Perhaps a camera.” Vox started throwing out ideas with a wide grin, obviously not caring how displeased Alastor looked.

Alastor narrowed his eyes at Vox, “Absolutely not. I might be forced into this, but I still have a say, and I will not be doing anything technology related.” Alastor firmly put his foot down.

Vox sighs disappointedly, “Well, that shuts down a lot of ideas.”

“That’s the point.” Alastor comments.

Vox rolls his eyes, leaning back in his chair as he considers what else he could make with Alastor’s name on it. He could have Alastor promote VoxTek. He could force Alastor to go on television with him. Maybe he could conduct an interview with him—whether it be just audio or visual included. 

However—one idea stuck out to him. “How about a sex toy, hm?” Vox suggests with a shit eating grin on his face. A sex toy would be funny. Alastor, Hell’s biggest prude, having his own sex toy. It being VoxTek branded would be even better. 

Alastor stared at Vox. Obviously he didn’t like the idea, but he was going through his mind for anything else that Vox could suggest. There were a lot of bad ideas that were still on the table. Ideas that Alastor didn’t want to do. If he agrees to the sex toy, he doesn’t have to do any of those.

Vox was getting more and more confused the longer Alastor thought about it. Obviously, the choice wasn’t that hard. Alastor is going to deny it and then Vox is going to continue spitballing. What’s the hold up?

“..Fine.” Alastor spits out, his grin tight.

Vox nearly chokes. “Fine?! You’re really agreeing to a sex toy??”

Alastor glares at Vox harshly. “Correct. Don’t be so surprised by it, it’s just the most straightforward idea.” Anything else would take too much time. Sex toys are just that. Besides, Alastor severely doubts it’ll be a hit. Some creeps will buy it, and then it’ll die. It isn’t a revolutionary idea.

Vox stares at Alastor, considering whether or not he’s lost his mind. He decides to not ask, just in case Alastor has and realizes it and then takes his agreement back to regain some of his sanity. Vox wants him to remain crazy if that’s the case.

“Are you just going to keep staring, or?” Alastor speaks up, breaking Vox out of his thoughts. 

There were a lot of ideas running through Vox’s head. But there was one idea that stuck out to him the most. “I think an Alastor themed dildo is a fantastic idea, don’t you agree?” Vox gave out his idea to Alastor.

Alastor certainly didn’t want to discuss this with Vox. He would prefer to end this conversation as soon as possible, so he simply just nodded. “Sure, I don’t particularly care.” 

Vox couldn’t help himself from grinning. “Perfect!” Vox didn’t exactly care about the success of this product. He didn’t care how much money it made him. All he knows is that he’s going to have his hands on one of these things. “We should make it as accurate to the real thing as possible. Mind if I look?~” Vox teased, knowing Alastor would deny him.

Alastor stood up, looking quite.. tense. He didn’t exactly look uncomfortable, just ready to leave. “No, I don’t think so. Have fun making that.” Alastor informs Vox, grabbing his cane, before he disappears into the shadows.

Vox looks at where Alastor was just sitting, sighing to himself. He can only make guesses. Vox can’t help but be slightly excited to get his hands on it.. but first, while that’s in production, he guesses he has to do that stupid advertisement. Otherwise it’s just bad business.

The advertisement went as well as he could’ve hoped for. 

It was embarrassing, obviously, having to go up in front of a camera and tell his followers to go check out Charlie’s dumb hotel. Thankfully, it didn’t affect his reputation much.

His smart fans knew it was an ad and that he was getting something out of it, so they didn’t go. The fans that did go didn’t believe in redemption either, so they either caused a bit of chaos or simply just spent a night at some dingy hotel. 

It certainly wasn’t the audience Charlie expected. But Vox promoted it like she wanted him to, so he was rid of that responsibility. 

Now he had his hands on the very first VoxTek Alastor themed dildo. It had his name plastered all over, and he made sure in marketing to mention that Alastor approved this himself. In the fine print, however, he had to mention it wasn’t accurate. He would’ve loved to advertise that it’s the real thing. 

Or would he have lied, said it isn’t accurate, just so only Vox knows? Vox isn’t so sure what he would’ve done. Regardless, he has his hands on the very first one. 

Vox was in his bedroom, Alastor dildo in hand, as he sat at the edge of his bed. He was confused as to what exactly he was going to do with it. 

Well.. that’s a lie. He knows exactly what he’s going to do with it. But Vox is too embarrassed to actually start.

Vox sighs, willing himself to get up. He sets the dildo down for now, before he heads over to his closet. With a flushed face, he digs around to the very back of the closet, where he pulls out the pillow.

Vox holds it close to his chest, closing the closet, before he makes his way over to the dildo. 

The dildo was red, perhaps a tad brown. It was also seven inches long, and four inches thick. Overall, it was quite the monster. Vox knew that Alastor couldn’t be any smaller, though. There’s no way a man with that much audacity has a small dick.

Vox carefully places the pillow down, putting the dildo down where Alastor’s crotch was on the pillow. Immediately, his face flushed harder. Vox tried to not focus on all of the blood rushing straight between his legs. 

Instead, he made his way to the door, making sure it was locked. He double checked, triple checked. He had made sure no one would bother him. There was absolutely no reason to. He was completely in private, completely alone. No one would ever find him here. Still, he was still anxious about doing something so.. pathetic.

Vox breathed deeply as he approached the bed again. Now that he was absolutely sure he was alone, he began shimmying his clothes off. First was his bow tie, then his jacket, shirt, pants, and finally his boxers. He was completely naked before Alastor—no, the pillow, he means.

Vox grabs the lube he had set down on his nightstand, putting a dollop on his fingers. Vox puts himself next to the pillow, on his hands and knees, before he reaches his lubed fingers around to his entrance. 

Vox stares at Alastor’s face as he presses two fingers into his ass. He whines at the feeling, beginning to stretch himself out. If he wanted to be able to take the dildo, he had to be prepared. He didn’t exactly want to rip himself open. 

It would be difficult to explain. He ripped himself open because he was too eager to bounce on a dildo? A dildo of Alastor, nonetheless. Vox couldn’t do that. So, he had to be careful to make sure that didn't happen.

Vox whimpers as he slips in a third finger, his screen pressing up against the bed as he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. His screen was completely cyan now, and he’s sure his body was burning up. His cock was aching from being untouched, but Vox kept his free hand holding the sheets. He didn’t want to cum like this, he wanted to cum on Alastor—no, the pillow.

He wondered how Alastor would react if he was here, if he was watching. He’d probably be disgusted. He would laugh and call him pathetic, and then Alastor would never talk to him again.

Or maybe he would find it amusing. He would encourage Vox to continue. He would call him pathetic, sure, but Alastor would say it nicely. In a way that makes Vox keen and cry. Alastor would grin down at him, enjoying seeing Vox ruin himself for him.

Would he care about the pillow? Vox knows he’d be weirded out about it. But maybe he would be jealous. That Vox has been using the pillow to comfort himself instead of the real thing. If Alastor was jealous, Vox knows he’d get rid of it in a heartbeat. Just so he can get the real thing in front of him.

Vox wants Alastor so badly.

He whines at the loss of his fingers, but Vox wills himself to move on. His cock was beginning to twitch, and like he told himself, he wasn’t going to finish this way.

Vox shakily pulls his screen off of the bed, crawling to the pillow. He grabs the bottle of lube, pouring it down onto the dildo. He throws the bottle somewhere after that, knowing he didn’t need it. Using his already dirty hand, he rubs the line up and down the length as he holds himself over it by the knees.

Would Alastor moan? Groan? Would he make any noise at all? Perhaps he would be unaffected, simply just mocking him. Vox hopes Alastor would make some kind of noise. He wants to be good for Alastor, wants him to feel good because of him.

Vox nearly screams as he sinks down onto the dildo, bottoming out almost immediately. He couldn’t help himself anymore. He needed it inside of him. Otherwise he feels he might’ve died.

Now, however, Vox was unsure if he was going to survive with it inside of him. It was filling himself up so much—so much more than his fingers.

“A-Al, oh, p-please..” Vox whined out, panting as he rocked his hip back and forth. He wishes Alastor would grab his hips and force him up and down. He wishes a tentacle would wrap around his waist and use him as though he’s a fleshlight. Vox wouldn’t mind if Alastor came and did that right now. Vox feels so tired, he just wants to be used. Unfortunately, though, he is forced to do all of the work.

Shakily, he lifts himself up, before dropping back down. He can barely drag himself up to the tip the first time, let alone the second, but he does very best. Vox feels a few tears slip down his face as he bounces on the dildo, but as much as he tries to choke them down, they keep flooding out.

Vox leans forwards, arms wrapping around the pillow as he continues to move his hips up and down. He cries into the pillow—both from pleasure and sorrow.

Vox wants Alastor so badly. It hurts not being fucked by Alastor’s actual cock. As much as he can pretend, as much as he can use his imagination to act as though this is Alastor fucking him, he knows deep down it’s not.

He’s fucking himself on the dildo that he specifically asked for in exchange for promoting that stupid hotel. The hotel that Alastor was probably at right now, completely unaware as to what Vox was doing. 

It was humiliating and no one had even witnessed Vox doing it. Vox was so ashamed of himself. He was the worst.

What’s even worse is that Vox is beginning to get close. He feels his cock twitching against Alastor’s stomach—the pillow—and the slight friction he’s getting on his cock while he’s fucking himself on Alastor’s cock—the dildo—was beginning to make his mind hazy and his gut twist. 

Vox panted, moaning helplessly as his rhythm faltered. It was becoming less consistent and more desperate, as he was just looking for release.

“Alastor, Alastor, Al..~” Vox babbled out Alastor’s name, unable to help himself. He buried his face into the pillow, holding on tightly. All it took was a couple more bounces before he slammed himself down, moaning loudly into the pillow as he came.

As soon as his orgasm crashed over him, he crashed himself.

Vox didn’t know how long he was in that position. All he knew is that when he rebooted, everything was sticky and dirty. His ass was cold, too, he noticed. Because the dildo can’t finish. Alastor isn’t here. It’s just the pillow. 

Vox peels his sweaty body away from the pillow, whining as he lifts himself off of the dildo. Shakily, he stands, picking up the dildo. He hides it in the closet after wiping it down, before he looks at the pillow.

There was a wet spot where he had cum, which made him cringe. How was he supposed to wash this? He’ll have to go somewhere that no one knows him or Alastor, and when he’s there he’ll have to find a washing and drying machine. That.. or he can wash it by hand in his sink. Vox thinks he’ll do that. 

Vox is going to take a shower first, though. He felt sticky and gross and Vox didn’t want to do anything until he cleans himself fully.

So, he stepped into his bathroom, and took a shower. Whilst the hot water crashed against him, burning him just right, he attempted to ignore the crushing feeling in his chest. He hates how he feels whenever he orgasms thinking of Alastor. This is exactly why he avoided touching himself using the pillow. Because he knew he would feel horrible afterwards.

But he just couldn’t help himself this time. With the promise of the dildo, Vox thought it would be nice. And it was. It was the best orgasm of his life.

Vox hates feeling so worthless afterwards, though. He’ll get over it. Vox knows he will. He has to.

He turns off the water, wrapping a towel around himself with a small sigh. Vox steps out, drying himself off a tad as he steps out of the bathroom. He walks over to his closet, grabbing a comfy shark sweater and sweatpants. He wasn’t going anywhere, so he might as well be comfortable.

Vox smoothes out his clothes as he goes back over to his bed. His hand reaches for the pillow absentmindedly, but it hits the bed. Vox blinks, moving his head. Nothing.

Vox’s eyes find the bed, where he finds no pillow.

He left the body pillow on the bed. Did it fall? Vox began to check the floor, and there was no pillow. 

Vox felt panic grip at his circuits. He can’t ask anyone if they’ve seen his pillow. He can’t tell people to help him search. The worst part? He knows for a fact someone has seen the pillow now. And they took it.

Vox doesn’t even know when he started hyperventilating.

His fans were kicked up into high gear as he gasped for air, body moving before his mind. Vox didn’t know he had destroyed his entire room looking for the pillow until there was nothing else to search. 

He didn’t know he had turned his entire place inside out until he was kneeling in the middle of his living room, finding himself completely empty handed.

Who walked in while he was showering?

Vox didn’t hear anything, so they were quiet. It couldn’t have been Valentino or Velvette—they’re incredibly loud. They wouldn’t have taken it silently. Vox would know if they knew.

So they didn’t break in.

Was it an assistant? No, they know they aren’t allowed here, let alone in his room. So it couldn’t be them.

But who else could it be? Maybe an enemy broke in and took it. Vox doesn’t know any of his enemies that would care enough to take the pillow and not say anything. Not look over it to instead try to hurt him whilst he’s vulnerable.

Who would be bold enough to break into his room, but quiet enough to take the pillow, and nothing else? No harm to him. Just take the pillow. 

Vox feels his stomach churn at the thought that just popped up in his head.

Alastor certainly doesn’t care enough to be wary about entering his room without permission. He’s sure Alastor has broken into his room before. Alastor can be quiet when he wants to. Can be cunning when he wants to. He doesn’t just have to hurt Vox physically. 

Does he have his pillow? 

Vox doesn’t know what to do. He’s completely alone in this. Vox is shaking now, attempting to hold himself, but it isn’t as good as his pillow. Vox has never felt so stressed out in his life.

Distantly, he wonders if he should just end himself so he doesn’t have to deal with Alastor’s reaction. He doesn’t think he can handle the disgust, the anger. Vox holds his stomach, squeezing his eyes shut. He feels sick. 

Vox can’t face Alastor. He can never face Alastor again. He doubts he’ll ever want to see him again too. He’s probably going to kill him the moment he sees him again.

How is he going to sleep tonight? How is he going to work tomorrow, knowing that Alastor knows? 

Vox is fucked. He’s so fucked.

Vox didn’t get a wink of sleep. He laid in his bed, underneath the covers as he always did when it was time to go to sleep, but there was a distinct lack of pillow beside him. 

The fact that Alastor most likely had the pillow was eating him alive. Which is exactly why his eyes stayed glued open until light began to flood back into the room. His alarm went off, and he reached over, turning it off. It’s time to get up and act like something isn’t horribly, terribly, awfully wrong. Like everything is normal and that he isn’t totally screwed.

Does all of hell know? He was too scared to open his phone. He turned it off immediately. Maybe Alastor told someone, who then told all of hell. 

Vox forces himself to sit up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He felt heavier than usual. He stands, using a snap of his fingers to change into his work clothes. Vox didn’t want to spend any effort manually doing such a thing today.

Vox already felt exhausted as he left his bedroom, going into the bathroom to look at himself.

He looked like a mess. Vox didn’t think he was hiding anything well when he looked like this. He sighed, rubbing his hands over his screen. He has to get it together otherwise he’s never going to make it through today.

He has to act like nothing is wrong. Perhaps Alastor will forget about it. Maybe he’s too disgusted to even mention it to Vox, and all he did was destroy it. Vox would be okay with that. As long as no one else knows, and Alastor never mentions it.

But Vox knows Alastor. He’s going to mention it as soon as he’s seen by the deer. 

Which is why he knows he’s going to be avoiding Alastor like the plague. Vox can’t handle looking at Alastor when he knows about his secret being leaked to him. He can’t handle seeing the disgust and anger in his expression. Vox can’t deal with any of that.

So, the next best solution was to move on, push down his feelings, and avoid the issue altogether. 

Vox was an expert at doing as such.

The day was as expected. Predictable. He starts off the day making sure Valentino and Velvette are on task, before he starts writing scripts and sending some emails. Then, he goes to a few meetings with sponsors and people pitching ideas to him. Afterwards, he spends a couple hours recording a few segments to be put on his many shows later. He liked to be prepared.

Finally, he would go back to final emails and more writing, and then his day would be done and he would be able to go to his room and do whatever else he wanted to be doing with his afterlife.

Vox’s day was going quite similarly to that. It followed the schedule, not giving Vox any unnecessary stress. He didn’t need to worry. He just had to do what he did everyday. Then, he would be able to repeat it the next day, and everything would be completely fine.

Except something different happened. Something that Vox didn’t expect. Not if he was actively told what was going to happen—he wouldn’t have believed it.

Vox was at his desk, typing out an email, when he heard a knock at his door. Vox huffed, but stopped typing. “Yes?” Vox calls out, watching the door open.

In came one of his assistants. One that he trusted more to come to him directly with things as the sinner wasn’t as big of a fuck-up. More obedient than most. Vox liked that. The sinner looks nervous, “Mr. Vox? You, uhm, have a visitor.”

“A visitor?” Vox questions, pulling up his schedule. He has no meetings for the rest of the day. “Who decided to show up without informing me?”

The assistant squirms a bit, before finally opening his mouth. “The Radio Demon, sir.”

Vox’s blood goes cold at the same time his heart drops to his stomach. Alastor is here? Wanting to see him? Vox knows this isn’t good. Not good at all. “Tell him to leave, I’m busy.” Vox informs the assistant, willing to keep his voice as composed as possible as he waves his hand in a dismissive manner.

“Well, sir-”

“I’m afraid I’m already here, dear.” A staticky voice appears from the door, familiar footsteps entering the room. 

Vox knew if he had skin with the ability to do so, it would be paling right now. So much for avoiding Alastor, he guessed. It seems Alastor is done waiting to taunt him, to make sure he knows how pathetic he is. Vox wants to die. Is that an option? Surely it has to be.

The assistant looks between the two, “Sorry, Mr. Vox..” The sinner apologizes, but Vox’s screen snaps over to him with a glare.

“Get out if you’re going to be so useless.” Vox hisses out, causing them to jump and quickly scurry out of the room to avoid upsetting Vox any further than he already was.

Alastor chuckles, “Why, that was quite rude of you, old pal.”

Vox can’t help the way his hands tremble as he looks at Alastor. Thankfully, they were hidden, so Alastor couldn’t see it. As he looked at Alastor’s expression at last, though.. he noticed that Alastor didn’t seem to be disgusted. He didn’t know what that look in his eye meant. But surely it was a bad look.

Vox lets out a shaky exhale, “Go away Alastor, I’m busy.” Vox tells Alastor, trying his very best to send him away. He knew he didn’t have much leverage to get him to actually leave. He’s here for a reason.. he typically doesn’t willingly leave when he has a goal.

Alastor tilts his head, approaching the desk that Vox was sitting at. He places his two hands on the surface, practically looming over Vox. “Mm.. no. I have something I want to ask you. Care to indulge me?”

“I want you to leave. I’m not going to be answering any of your questions.”

Alastor’s eyes light up with what seems to be delight. He’s enjoying this. “Oh, what a shame.. but just in case you change your mind,” Alastor adds, his grin widening marginally more, “I’ll ask anyways: how long have you had that thing?”

Vox really tries to control his expression, he does. But no matter how much he attempts to, his screen flickers in recognition. His eye twitches in irritation. His scowl morphs into something more akin to a frown. It couldn’t be helped—and Vox hated it. “What are you talking about?”

Alastor leans forwards just a bit more, forcing Vox to lean backwards a tad more. It was subconscious. 

Vox didn’t want Alastor to be so close, knowing that he was probably disgusted by him now. Not that he ever wasn’t, he supposed.

“The pillow you had settled on your bed, dear. Does that ring a bell?” Alastor reminds Vox with an amused glint in his eye. Vox didn’t understand why he didn’t see any irritation, but he guessed he was just saving it for later.

Vox didn’t know if he could play dumb. Alastor knows that he knows, and Alastor obviously isn’t going to leave without getting an explanation. “..Maybe.” It was noncommittal. Vox couldn’t admit it to him outright. Vox’s eyes look away from Alastor’s face, unable to look at his expression anymore. 

Vox tenses when he feels a hand graze his screen, claws briefly ghosting over the back of his head. “Lovely. So, how long have you had the pillow laying around?” Alastor asks once again, a hint of irritation behind his smile. Vox could tell it was just from him needing to repeat himself. He didn’t like doing that.

“..I don’t know.” Vox mumbles, turning his entire screen away from Alastor to hide the blush beginning to grow on his screen. 

Alastor stares at the side of Vox’s head for a moment, before his hand travels down to grab a hold of Vox’s collar. Before he knew it, he was being dragged over the desk, so his feet were on their toes, dangerously leaning over the side of the surface. Without Alastor’s hand, he would topple over and fall.

“H-Hey!” Vox had tried to voice his opinion, but Alastor shushed him with a harsh glare.

“Don’t play coy with me, Vincent.” Alastor warns Vox with a tense grin, “We’re both aware of the pillow, and we both know you didn’t get it yesterday. So, tell me, before I decide that I would prefer to just kill you.”

Vox stares at Alastor with wide eyes. Would he prefer to die in this situation? Vox doesn’t think he would, honestly—he has too much to do. “A couple decades. Twenty years? Seventy? I’ve lost count.” Vox admits the length of time he’s kept the pillow to Alastor, though still technically lying as he obviously hadn’t had it for just twenty years, before trying to avoid Alastor’s gaze to not witness his reaction to the information.

What Vox misses is the irritation fading in his expression, replaced by.. contentment. Like he was pleased with the answer. “What have you been doing with it all of this time, hm?”

When Vox hesitates, staying silent, a sharp pull reminds him that he is in a very bad situation currently. “Just- just sleeping with it. Cuddling, you know?” Vox admits, hoping Alastor would accept that answer. It was true, he did that often. Vox didn’t just cuddle with it for around seventy years, though, and that much is obvious.

“Really? What else did you do, dear?” Alastor asks, unable to help the delight seeping into his tone. The slight eagerness for Vox to continue speaking about this topic.

Vox didn’t understand why Alastor sounded so delighted. He didn’t really have to understand, though, as if he doesn’t answer he’s certainly going down. He’s been given too many warnings at this point. “U-Uh, well.. I-I guess.. it acted as a coping mechanism. I’d.. rant to it. Cry to it. You know, that sort of thing.” Vox stumbles through the explanation, humiliation consuming him. 

“Cry to it, huh? What have you been crying about?” Alastor continues to push, unable to help himself. Especially when Vox was responding so perfectly.

“You.” Vox replies before his mind catches up to what he had just admitted. Immediately, he begins to try and explain himself. “Because- you’re so annoying, and it makes me so mad, I can’t help but cry. Nothing else. No other reason.”

Alastor chuckles, considering Vox’s answer. It was such a pathetic lie Alastor was tempted to let it go, just to spare Vox of some of his ego. However, Alastor won’t be satisfied leaving this alone, so Vox is out of luck.

“Mm.. seventy years, you said?” Alastor brings up the timeline again, letting Vox nod, before he continues his line of thought, “That sounds vaguely around the time we first separated, don’t you think?”

Vox tenses—he didn’t think Alastor remembered that. He didn’t think he would be keeping track at all. He assumed he wouldn’t recognize that detail. Infuriatingly, he had. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.” They both knew he remembered the date vividly.

“I’m thinking that you bought that pillow to ease your sorrow, and ended up getting attached to it when the pillow helped you through tough times. Am I right?” Alastor pointed out, giving him no room to deny. He had put together all of the pieces flawlessly, and put them right in front of Vox so he couldn’t pretend that Alastor wasn’t correct. 

Vox didn’t know what to say in response to that. This was such a mortifying experience. He was overwhelmed, humiliated, and he felt so ashamed of himself. It was hard to find a proper reply when he was so upset. “I..I don’t know.”

Alastor laughs, a tentacle suddenly slithering out from his back. It wraps Vox’s waist up, lifting him up after Alastor releases his collar at last. When Vox is back on a solid surface, he finds himself sitting on the desk, whilst Alastor is still standing in front of him. Vox quickly realizes just how close the two of them were, though.

Due to Alastor having already been leaning so close to the desk, he was practically between Vox’s legs, forcing them apart to accommodate Alastor's body. The tentacle releases his waist, disappearing from view. It seemed Alastor had just wanted to move him. Here, he had no clue why.

“A simple ‘yes’ would’ve sufficed, my dear.” Alastor teases Vox with a grin, hands placed beside Vox’s hips, forcing him to lean forwards impossibly more. And yet, they were still just barely not touching.

“I- what are you doing, Al?” Vox asks, squirming a bit in place, attempting to lean backwards away from the heat in front of him. He growls, frustration and mortification consuming him. If Alastor wants him to admit it, he might as well just do it to get him to leave quicker. “Fine, I admit it, I’m a sick pervert who used a body pillow of you to comfort myself when you left me. Happy? Now you can go ahead and be disgusted and leave. Go on.”

Alastor pauses a moment before an eyebrow raises subtly. As though he genuinely wasn’t expecting Vox to say such a thing. “Disgust?” Alastor repeats the word back to Vox curiously.

“Yes, disgust. We both know you hate me even more now. So just- stop teasing me and get on with it.”

Vox blinks when Alastor suddenly leans back from his body. He supposed he had gotten too grossed out to continue being near him. Now, he just has to wait for the onslaught of insults, and he’ll be done. His body tenses, and he looks away, waiting.

Vox is confused when nothing of that sort comes.

Slowly, Vox’s head turns back to Alastor, who seems.. puzzled. Perhaps a bit peeved. But something in his posture told him it wasn’t for the reasoning he assumed it’d be.

So, then, what could he be annoyed about? Perhaps about Vox calling him out? He’s probably annoyed that Vox stopped playing along and decided to finally out him. That’s the most likely answer. And when Alastor opens his mouth, he expects him to say something along those lines. 

He says nothing of the sort.

“I find it quite hot, my dear.” Alastor informs Vox, looking at him closely, as though he was inspecting every micro reaction. 

Vox didn’t know what to do or think. Hot? Is that the word Alastor is honestly using to describe it? He must be joking. There’s absolutely no way he isn’t joking. This is a cruel prank, and soon, he’ll begin laughing. 

Instead of him laughing, he continues looking as calm and composed as ever. Like he actually meant what he said just then. That didn’t seem right.

Vox stares blankly at Alastor, “..Hot?”

“Hot,” Alastor agrees with a grin, “yes. However, I’m a tad disappointed you didn’t come to me instead. Surely being able to listen to me speak and watch me move is better than not?” 

Vox wanted to scoff and cry at the same time. He felt a wide range of mixed emotions. It overlapped and tugged, becoming quite the hassle to deal with. “What, you want me to believe that if I had knocked on your door crying, you would’ve let me in and comforted me?”

Alastor hums, chuckling a bit as he considered what he’d have done prior to the knowledge of the pillow if Vox had done that. When he thought about it honestly, completely unguarded, he knew he would’ve mocked the man. As much as Alastor disliked dealing with emotion, Vox was different. He’s always been different, really. “Yes, I would have.”

“Yeah, right. You’re so full of it.” Vox hissed out, anger currently winning out as he attempted to push Alastor away. Briefly, he won, and managed to push himself off of the desk.

However, the victory was very short lived, as a tentacle shot out and captured his wrists behind his back in elaborate bondage. Then, another wrapped back around his waist, lifting him up. Two more tentacles took hold of his ankles, leaving him immobilized. It seems he’s lost his privilege of movement. 

“I’m afraid we’re misunderstanding each other. How about I make my intentions clear here, alright?” Alastor starts, his grin widening a tad, his eyes narrowing as he looks directly into Vox’s eyes, forcing him to maintain eye contact. “I don’t mind the pillow—truly, I don’t. I’m finding myself a tad annoyed, however, that you aren’t embracing me as openly as that object.”

Vox stares at Alastor, utterly baffled. There’s no way he’s being serious. He looked as serious as he’s ever looked in his life, though. He seemed like he was being sincere. Obviously, he knows how to lie, and is very good at it.. but Vox wasn’t sensing his typical lies. That fact made a chill run down his spine. He couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or horror. Vox doesn’t have any words.

“I’m aware that we have a past, of course. You’ve been embracing an object that has my face on it nightly, though, and I severely doubt that the pillow is much different than me. So, why, pray tell, is this so hard to accept for you?”

“You-” Vox started, confusion winning over his sadness and anger, however they were slowly beginning to win again too. “You hate me. You’ve made that abundantly clear. I don’t think it’s crazy that I’m confused when this is coming out of absolutely nowhere!”

Alastor raised an eyebrow, “I don’t believe I’ve ever said the words ‘I hate you.’ All I’ve been doing is indulging you, dearest.”

“..Indulging me?”

“Well, you’ve seemed quite eager to fight and kill me. I assumed you wanted me to play along, did you not?” 

Vox stares at Alastor blankly, his mind struggling to keep up with what Alastor was telling him. This is happening.. because he’s been acting like he hates Alastor? Because he’s been so set on getting revenge that the man figured that this was what he actually wanted, and just played along? It was hard to accept. 

“Mm.. I’m starting to believe you didn’t want me to play along. For that, I apologize, Vincent.” Alastor brings Vox closer to him, placing his hand on the side of his screen once more. He considers Vox, seeing how upset he currently seemed to be. Alastor thinks he needs to go about this slowly. He’s assumed things before, and he’s clearly been wrong, so Alastor thinks he needs to slow down a tad.

Vox’s mind was racing with questions. Millions of questions, all fighting to be the one to come out of his mouth. However, the one that eventually tumbled out wasn’t one that Vox was expecting to ask. “Do you like me?” It was an utterly pathetic question. One he already knows the answer to. He’s going to say no, and then Vox will feel stupid for asking such an obvious question. He could ask anything else, and he chose that.

“Yes, I do.” Alastor admits with a smile, rubbing his thumb against Vox’s screen.

Vox’s screen buffers at the reply, his fans kicking up into high gear. He feels himself steadily approaching a crash. “W-What?”

Alastor shrugs, “I’ve never minded your company. It’s been pleasant. Honestly, I missed these conversations—where you aren’t yelling insults at me. It’s a lot more enjoyable, don’t you agree?”

Vox stares, his systems getting hotter, his screen beginning to fill with warning messages, before a loud error sound explodes into the air. He had blue screened. Everything had become far too much for him, and his systems shut down on him. 

Alastor blinks as he stares at the now lax Vox in his hold. He hums, looking around. He can’t say he wants to be in here for much longer. So, Alastor decides to take Vox out, them both disappearing into the shadows. He doubts Vox would mind being taken—he has nothing else to do.

Vox’s feeling comes back first. He felt warm, something against his arm, something soft against the rest of his body. Then, his hearing came back. He heard the sound of pages turning, the quiet clink of glass to wood, soft breathing. Finally, sight came back to him. He wasn’t in his office, nor was he in his room.

It smelled like forest and iron, though oddly enough, Vox didn’t mind the smell. He slowly moved his head, attempting to figure out where he was. Lots of red, wood, antique furniture. In fact, sitting in one of the seats was Alastor, who was reading a book.

He was in Alastor’s room, in his bed, under his covers. There was still something against his arm, though. He turned to look at whatever it was, unable to help the amount of relief that suddenly flooded through him.

It was his Alastor body pillow. Without thinking, he wraps his arms around it, pulling it closer to his body. Immediately, he feels himself relax, the tension releasing from his body. He nearly forgot about the fact that he was in Alastor’s domain, where Alastor truly could do whatever he wanted to him. 

Vox tensed back up when he heard shuffling from Alastor. He looks over, seeing him place a bookmark in his book, before placing it on the table next to him. Then, he stands, walking over to Vox with his hands behind his back.

“I see you’re conscious again.” Alastor comments with a smile, his head tilting as he looks at how Vox was holding onto the pillow like it’d be the thing to save him. 

Vox, out of embarrassment, lets go of the pillow before he sits up on the bed. He wanted to appear as in control as he possibly could. Vox thinks it’s going to be hard to do that whilst he’s currently in Alastor’s bed, legs still under the covers, but he’ll manage. “Uhm, yeah..” Vox replies, screen beginning to heat up again as the memory of what Alastor told him just before he crashed started to creep in. 

“Let’s continue our conversation then, shall we?” Alastor suggested, taking a seat at the edge of his bed, right next to where Vox’s feet lay underneath the covers. Alastor crosses his legs, one hand behind him to support himself as he angled himself to look at Vox better. 

Vox brings his legs closer to his body, away from Alastor. He had said that he missed his company, that he misses their more calm moments, that.. he likes Vox, but he was finding it difficult to believe. After so long believing that Alastor hated him, he had been sure he would never get this ever again. To suddenly be told that everything he’s ever known has been wrong is a lot to take in.

Alastor takes Vox’s silence as an agreement, though he could tell Vox seemed apprehensive. Alastor ponders how he could make Vox feel more comfortable, eyes once again drifting over to the pillow.

Before Vox knew it, Alastor was crawling towards him, before Alastor was right by his side. He had picked up the pillow, and placed it farther away, replacing himself with the object. Alastor placed a hand on Vox’s thigh, smiling at him softer than he expected—but he didn’t correct it. “My dear, how about you hug me like you would your pillow? Perhaps that’d help you ease some of your anxiety.”

“But- you don’t like being hugged.” Vox protested, face getting even hotter as he felt Alastor’s thumb rubbing circles into his thigh. 

Alastor couldn’t help but roll his eyes, “Do you think I would suggest this if I wasn’t open to it?” Alastor questions Vox, disappointed that he was still being so cautious over this. Alastor doesn’t mind doing some of the work for him, though.

He forces Vox to lay down—earning him a squeak of surprise—before he lays down next to him, scooting himself to be right in front of the man. “Here we are,” Alastor starts gently, “now, wrap your arms around me.”

Vox stares at Alastor, eyes wide and fans blaring, but he does as he’s told at last. He gets himself even closer to Alastor as he wraps his arms beneath Alastor’s, pulling their chests together. His face is in line with Alastor’s chest, resting his screen against the clothed surface. 

Alastor hums, resting his chin between Vox’s antennas as a hand reaches behind Vox to one: pull him closer; and two: soothingly rub his back. He enjoys the feeling of Vox’s tension slowly seeping out of him, becoming akin to putty in his arms. “There we go—good boy.” Alastor praises with a grin.

He doesn’t miss the shiver that runs down Vox’s entire body. He hums, delighted by this discovery. “Do you like being my good boy, Vincent?”

Vox whines into Alastor’s chest, squeezing him a tad as though he was trying to disappear into Alastor. Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t possible, and the Radio Demon is patiently waiting for his reply. When Vox realizes this, he whimpers in despair. “Y-Yes..” He mumbles into Alastor’s chest, hoping he wouldn’t catch it. 

Alastor’s ear twitches as he catches the word, chuckling in response. He feels Vox’s body tensing up again at the reaction, and he massages Vox’s back to get him to relax once more. “I quite enjoy you being my good boy, too, Vincent. Do you think you can continue being good for me?”

The words stumble out of Vox’s mouth before he can stop them. “Y-Yes, I can be good for you..”

“Oh, what a good boy I have here..” Alastor praises more, his free hand moving up to tease one of his antennas through two of his fingers—his index and middle finger.

Vox whines, but this time, it isn’t from being embarrassed. Instead, it’s from pleasure. Eagerness. He’s getting increasingly too hot in his clothes, but he doesn’t make any move to touch them. He doubts Alastor would ever want to do something like that, and he doesn’t want to ruin the moment.

As though Alastor could read his mind, Alastor’s hands begin to take off Vox’s jacket, sliding it off of his figure. He places it aside, poised to deal with it later. “Does this feel better, dear?”

Vox nods, “Y-Yeah..” Vox agrees, but it isn’t enough. He wants so badly to take off the rest of his clothes, and for Alastor to do the same, but he doesn’t say his desire out-loud. It would be mortifying for Alastor to reject him.

Alastor hums, seemingly displeased about something. “You have something on your mind. What is it?”

“It’s nothing-” Vox tries to dismiss what had him worried, but Alastor doesn’t allow him to continue with that thought.

“Tell me. I don’t want you to be a bad boy.” Alastor warns Vox, causing him to blink. He doesn’t want to be bad for Alastor. He wants to be good, so this won’t be a one time thing—so maybe, just maybe, this will end up happening again. If he continues to lie, he’ll be a bad boy, and that’s unacceptable.

So, in order to continue being good, he swallows his pride, and resigns himself to getting rejected. “I-I want.. you to undress me, and then.. I want you to undress yourself, too.” Vox tells Alastor, voice soft and brimming with anxiety. He shuts his eyes, not wanting to see his reaction.

Alastor hums, his hands pausing, but never leaving Vox. At last, he finally replies, a gentle smile on his face. “There we go.. you only had to say so. Good boy~” Alastor rewards his honesty by beginning to take off Vox’s shirt.

In order to do so properly, he had to pull away from him a tad, but his hands are still on Vox—so he doesn’t feel so bad. Just like the jacket, it goes somewhere off to the side. Then, his hands moved down to Vox’s pants, where there was a visible bulge tenting the front. “It seems to me that you want a bit more than undressing.” Alastor teases, finger tracing the area.

Vox’s entire body freezes as he lets out a moan, hands quickly moving to cover his mouth out of sheer humiliation. His eyes widen more as Alastor’s free hand forces Vox’s hands away from his face. “I-I’m sorry-” Vox starts, but Alastor shushes him.

“I want to hear you, baby. Don’t hold back, alright?” Alastor informs Vox, who whimpers, but nods. “Good boy~” 

Vox pants as he feels the palm of Alastor’s hand begin to rub into his bulge, more moans slipping out of his throat as he squirmed—not to get away, but because he felt so good he couldn’t not move around.

Alastor chuckles at his reactions. He doesn’t think he could ever get bored of this. However, he’s sure Vox is going to explode if he does anymore, so this once he’ll go easy on him. His hands move to unzip his hands, where he then shoves them down, and then throws them somewhere out of the way. Now Vox was just left in his boxers.

“W-Wait-” Vox suddenly spoke up through his whines and panting.

Alastor raises an eyebrow, smiling still. “Yes, dear? What is it?” Alastor was curious as to what was finally getting Vox to speak.

“I said I wanted you to undress too.. you’re still fully clothed.” Vox complains with a dissatisfied whimper, hands useless pulling at his jacket in order to try and get it off himself. Vox felt like he couldn’t do anything right now, though.

“Hm.. so you did.” Alastor agrees, pulling his hands away from Vox. He sits up, kneeling on the bed. 

Vox stares as Alastor gets rid of his bow tie, and then his jacket. Slowly, layer by layer, more of his skin was shown off to Vox. When his shirt was taken off, Vox was able to see his furry chest. He wondered what else on his body was furry. 

Alastor’s hands hesitate for a moment before they move down to his pants. He unzips them, pulling them off of his body, before he’s only left in his boxers as well. Now they’re both in the same state of undress.

Just as Alastor’s hands reached his hips again, Vox’s own hands suddenly stopped him. Immediately, he looked embarrassed about it, but Alastor was looking at him expectantly now so Vox couldn’t back down. “I.. I want to be the one to do it.” Vox voices his wants to Alastor, who hums.

“Sure, baby. Go ahead.” Alastor gives permission to Vox’s dropping his arms so Vox is able to do whatever he pleases.

Vox didn’t expect to actually be given permission. However, he wasn’t going to not do it now that he had it. Hands trembling slightly, his fingers dip past the waistband of his boxers. He’s aware of the way he’s staring intently, determined to not miss a second of it, but he doesn’t care. Not when he’s being allowed to do this.

His hands begin to pull down Alastor’s boxers, his breath catching when he lowers it enough for his cock to pop out into the air. At the base, it’s the same color as the rest of his skin. As it gets to his tip, though, the color fades into a deep red. Vox’s face flushes at the sight. Especially as he realizes the base was fluffy—just like his chest. His cock was so much better than the dildo he had created.

Alastor helps Vox out as he’s staring, pulling down his boxers the rest of the way, throwing them elsewhere. He chuckles, “Enjoying the view, dearest?”

This breaks Vox out of his trance. “I-I, uhm- I-” He stumbles through his words, trying his best to get an excuse out, but he couldn’t get his mouth to cooperate. Not when he still hadn’t torn his eyes away from the tantalizing sight in front of him.

“You’re practically drooling for it, baby.” Alastor points out, enjoying the whine he pulls out of Vox from pointing it out. He grabs Vox’s head, deciding to pull it down towards his cock. “You can have a taste, if you’d like.” Alastor offers.

Vox stares up at Alastor in shock. He never thought he’d get to do this. Of course, he fantasized about it. But to actually be given an opportunity? It was almost too good to be true. “R-Really?”

“I’m already undressed for you. Is wrapping your pretty little mouth around it that big of a jump?” Alastor questions, and Vox’s cock stirs in his boxers. He’s sure there’s a wet spot where the head of his cock was pressing into the fabric. Alastor speaking like this is affecting him a lot.

Vox doesn’t need to be told twice this time. He lets his tongue loll out, before he takes the tip into his mouth at first. It tastes good. The weight feels heavy on his tongue, just enough for it to be real. Enough for it to be Alastor. 

He moans at the feeling, unable to help himself from taking the length deeper. Looking at it, he could tell Alastor’s cock was big. But taking it in his mouth was another thing. Vox didn’t have a small mouth by any means. His mouth was practically a bottomless pit of warm wetness. However, even he could tell that Alastor was big. Bigger than he imagined it being. 

This was so much better than he ever imagined it being. It was a shocking thing to say, because in his imagination, it was pretty darn good.

He whines around Alastor’s cock, taking him deeper and deeper, until his screen touches the fuzz of his body. His mouth was not tight. It was warm, and wet, but because of how his head worked—it was endless. Where walls couldn’t squeeze Alastor, his tongue worked instead. And his tongue worked hard.

Alastor groaned quietly as Vox began to bob his head, taking the entire thing deep into his mouth each time. It was filling his mouth so perfectly, he loved it so much. This was truly so much better than whatever the dildo ever could’ve served him.

Vox got lost in the sensation. He didn’t know how long he’d been doing, all he knew was that he was pleasuring Alastor, and that’s all that mattered to him. He could’ve been there for a few minutes to an hour—it all felt the same to him. Vox never wanted to pull away. He wanted to stay like this forever.

When he feels a hand on his screen, pushing him away, he tries to fight it. However, he eventually relents, letting himself be forced off of Alastor’s cock. He looks up at Alastor with watery eyes, confused and desperate. 

Alastor feels a shiver go down his spine at the look, but he remains composed. He smiles at Vox, “I know you wanted to continue, but I’m sure you want something more, don’t you?”

Vox ends up looking even more confused, frowning. “What more could I possibly want?” Vox asks, his voice a bit raspy from taking Alastor for so long. It’d been fifteen minutes.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Alastor asks with a grin, and Vox thinks he could’ve cum just from that question.

Immediately, he begins to nod. He whimpers, “Y-Yes, please!” Vox begs, unable to help himself. If he asks nicely, perhaps Alastor will do it quicker. He was very eager to take Alastor’s cock.

Alastor laughs, “Good boy.. how about you position yourself how you want me, hm?” 

Vox takes a second to think, unsure how he wanted to do this for the first time. He’d fantasized many different ways Alastor could take him. However, when he thought about it, the answer seemed obvious to him. Vox settles down on his back, legs spread and raised up for Alastor to have easy access. He holds his legs up, eyes filled with building tears, with his face completely flushed teal. The blush was even going down to his chest.

Alastor takes a moment to appreciate Vox, his cock jumping from the sight. It was hard to not when Vox was displaying himself so perfectly. The only issue was that he still had his boxers on.

He gets between Vox’s legs, fingers touching the wet spot in his boxers. He enjoys the eager moan he gets in response. “I don’t suppose you’d mind if I took this off you?” Alastor asks with a raised eyebrow. He had to ask, just in case.

Vox whines, “Rip them off me if you have to, I need you so badly, Al..”

“I think I’ll do just that.” Alastor states with a grin, his claws seemingly sharpening just a fraction, before he tears off Vox’s boxers in shreds. He peels the strips of fabric off of Vox’s body until his cock and entrance are completely free. The tip of his cock was weeping from how much precum was leaking out of it, and his hole was winking at Alastor. He seemed to be quite ready. 

Though, Alastor wasn’t going to just shove himself inside. Vox hasn’t been prepared. Hurting Vox wasn’t high on his priorities list currently. He brings two fingers to Vox’s lips, who eagerly takes them into his mouth, beginning to suck on them. 

He stares at Alastor through halflidded eyes, his tongue swirling around his fingers just as skillfully as his tongue had done so around his cock just moments before. 

Alastor can’t help but blush a tad from the sight. As soon as his fingers are wet enough, he slowly worms one of his fingers inside of Vox’s hole. Shortly after, the second slips inside, and his fingers begin to work Vox open for him.

“Al, Alastor, oh..” Moans fall from Vox’s lips, the sounds soft and unashamed. Just as Alastor wanted. 

“You’re very adorable like this, you know. I’m tempted to keep you like this, baby.” Alastor comments with a grin, unable to stop himself from praising Vox when he was being so good for him right now.

Vox seems to quite enjoy that idea, his entrance seeming to suck in Alastor’s fingers. “P-Please, Al.. I don’t wanna be away from you ever again..” Vox begs, his aching, untouched cock leaking against his stomach.

Alastor blinks at the admission, before a look of pure delight settles on his face. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m never letting you go again.”

The tears building in Vox’s eyes finally begin to fall as he lets out a sob. “Fuck me, Al, I can’t take it anymore—I need you..” Vox begs desperately, legs spreading open impossibly more, hips attempting to buck up into Alastor so he would give him more.

Alastor grins, pulling the fingers out of Vox’s hole. Just before Vox was about to cry earnestly, the fingers were replaced by Alastor slamming inside of Vox with one thrust. “Don’t worry, you don’t need to wait anymore..”

Vox screams due to the pleasure of Alastor finally being inside of him, the tears falling quicker—not out of sadness, but out of pure joy. His hips move against Alastor, attempting to get him to continue moving. He wants Alastor to completely ruin him.

Alastor groans at Vox moving, deciding to indulge what Vox wanted him to do. Vox didn’t even need to say it. Alastor pulled out until only his tip was inside, before he slammed back inside. He does that again and again, forcing Vox’s mind to melt until all he could think about was Alastor and his cock.

Vox lets go of his legs to wrap his arms around Alastor, forcing him to be closer to him. Vox buries his face into Alastor’s chest, his tears wetting his fur a bit, but Alastor found himself not minding as much. Perhaps it was because of how good Vox felt squeezing around him, but Alastor also found the reason to be that he missed Vox. He missed having Vox be honest. He missed having Vox be so open and vulnerable with him. Now that Alastor was getting it, he was finding it hard to not keep it. 

His stomach rubs against Vox’s cock as he continues the brutal pace, fucking him into the mattress below them. Just as Vox deserved. “You’re being such a good boy for me, dear.. are you close?” Alastor asks between his thrusts.

Vox could barely form a coherent thought, but he recognizes Alastor speaking. He doesn’t want to leave Alastor hanging, so while it takes him a second, he eventually processes the words and replies. “A-Ah, yes, yes, I a-am!”

Alastor chuckles, “Go on, baby.. cum around my cock. You’ve been so good for me, you deserve it.” Alastor praises and encourages Vox to let go, grinning wider at the way his noises get louder, until inevitably—he spills all over his stomach with a scream.

At the same time, Alastor groans as he does one more particularly deep thrust inside, before painting Vox’s insides white. 

Not long after that, Vox bluescreens from the pure amount of pleasure that was running through his entire body. He never bluescreened from sex often, however, it always seemed to happen whenever he allowed Alastor in his thoughts. Alastor was the only thought in his mind that entire time.

Alastor chuckles at the way Vox went completely lax again, humming as he gently pulls out of Vox. He enjoys the way he spills out of his hole, taking a moment to admire Vox laying against his bed, completely and utterly ruined. 

He looks over at the discarded body pillow, grinning at it. He supposed it wouldn’t be needed anymore now that Alastor was back in Vox’s life, now would he? 

He’s glad he was able to convince Vox into allowing him to do this. Alastor had, indeed, missed Vox quite a lot. Now that he had Vox again, he wasn’t planning on letting him go. 

Alastor looks back to Vox, humming as he smiles softly. Now he needs to clean Vox. He has to make sure he’s comfortable, and then he’ll make food. He’s sure he worked up an appetite whilst they spent so much of their energy. Alastor knew he was hungry.

As tempting as it was to eat Vox right now, while he was vulnerable, Alastor decided against it. Perhaps another day, when he had a chance to ask Vox.

He’s sure Vox would agree to it if he asked, after all. 

But until then, Alastor has lots of things he has to do. Alastor stands, picking Vox up into his arms as he starts carrying him to his bathroom. Alastor has got his work cut out for him.