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A soft noise crept into his drowsy head, which still couldn’t fully process anything. He could only hear something far away without being able to tell exactly what it was it sounded like murmurs from one or several people. He tilted his head slightly as if trying to get comfortable, but his body detected something pressing around his chest. It wasn’t painful, but it was definitely uncomfortable. The movements were slow, like a gentle swaying from side to side without ever really going anywhere. Little by little, the fog in his mind began to clear, allowing him to hear more clearly the old jazz music playing in the background. Once he became aware of the noise, his eyes slowly began to open after his lethargy, immediately noticing an old-fashioned wooden floor, the boards painted with just a single coat of varnish (what terrible taste), everything tinted in a red hue.
“You’re finally awake! I was starting to think I’d have you sleeping all day.”
That voice…
“I don’t think I’ve ever brought you to the renovated tower before. What do you think?”
With his mind almost completely clear and only slightly dazed, the TV demon took barely two seconds to become aware of his surroundings. The first thing he saw was the horrible figure of the Radio Demon staring at him fixedly with those enormous red eyes, that stupid, utterly expressionless face that gave him goosebumps, that outdated suit he’d never changed in his entire life after death, that damn deer.
—Alastor… —he muttered the name through gritted teeth, as if just saying it disgusted him.—
—But why the long face, old friend? Come on, cheer up! You’re my special guest today though not for a broadcast, of course. I invited you for something more… private.
—Ugh, what the hell are you talking about? —asked the TV head, attempting to teleport as he always had, but failing.— What the—?
—Oh yes! I forgot to mention — though I think it’s pretty obvious, —he said, pointing enthusiastically at the rope binding the other.— Accepting favors has been the best decision I ever made. Thanks to them I got this lovely angelic rope. Do you like it?”
—…
—Aww, don’t look at me like that, Vi. You know it was absolutely necessary. Otherwise learning your schedule would have been a complete waste of time.
—You learned my schedule? You’re a—
He was quickly silenced by a long finger placed over where his mouth should have been.
—Apapapa, no questions. That’s not what you’re here for, after all.
—Then what am I here for…?
That question seemed to almost offend the other sinner, who dramatically placed a hand over his own chest in an exaggerated, theatrical gesture.
—Isn’t it obvious?! The jazz music, the roses, the candles, just the two of us in a private space… It’s the perfect setting!
Those last words made Vox’s body visibly tense, unwilling to think about the real meaning behind them. He even swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry. Since he received no verbal or non-verbal response, Alastor tapped the top of his own skull a couple of times with his fingers and let out a sigh that, for many, should have been impossible given his peculiar anatomy. Alastor wasn’t sure whether Vox genuinely didn’t understand or was doing what he always did: avoiding him like the plague, never even bothering to give a proper response.
—Are you doing it again? —asked the wendigo, his voice slightly irritated.&
—Doing what?
—Avoiding everything I do! Lately you’ve gotten really good at it.
—Listen, Alastor… I have absolutely no idea what your intentions are by bringing me here. Or maybe I do. You want to have sex with me to make up for the fact that you’re completely alone.
Alastor’s ears tensed noticeably. A loud radio screech mixed with a deer bleat clearly came from him. It was obvious those words had not pleased him at all, but that wasn’t going to ruin what he had planned so carefully for weeks (though he’d never admit it). So he simply cleared his throat, stepped closer to the bound demon, leaned slightly over him and ran one long finger along the edge of the screen.
—You know? I don’t have to get upset over your words. I brought you here so we could enjoy a wonderful evening together… and that’s exactly what we’re going to do.
Vox raised an incredulous eyebrow. He genuinely didn’t think Alastor was capable of anything… sexual or anything like that. But apparently he was completely wrong, because suddenly the wendigo straddled his lap, sliding both arms over the TV Overlord’s shoulders just to get closer. Vox’s mouth appeared for a moment only to immediately disappear, leaving only his irritated eyes staring at the other.
—Oh come on, Vi, don’t play hard to get with me. You know I can make you feel really good.
—I’m pretty sure you don’t even know how to put on a condom, —Vox added in a monotone voice without materializing his mouth.—
—That comment made the wendigo’s ears droop in slight embarrassment.— W-well! It’s not like we’re going to need one anyway, —he hurried to reply—.
To anyone watching the scene, it would be hard to believe that the Radio Demon could behave like an inexperienced, shy teenager in these matters. But for Vox it wasn’t the first time he’d seen it. After so many years living together, he had witnessed a few moments when Alastor had been minimally vulnerable — usually after too many drinks. He remembered one time when Vox (back when he was still Vincent) made a stupid drunken joke: if he passed out first after a night of drinking, he’d go ask for “the service” Alastor wanted from a prostitute. Vox ended up losing and had to talk to the “prostitute”… who turned out not to be one — it was that stupid moth, the bodyguard. But he remembered seeing the wendigo tense up and get nervous when Vox recounted the experience he still went through anyway. There had been enough trust for that. But Alastor had always been reluctant about those things… and now he had him sitting on his lap, apparently wanting to do whatever his hollow skull would allow him to think of.
While Vox was lost in his thoughts, Alastor didn’t waste time and tried to kiss him. He really tried. He opened his mouth a little, then closed it again, unsure of how he was supposed to do it considering his companion wasn’t willing to materialize a mouth. So he had to improvise… an improvisation that went terribly wrong, resulting in a screeching sound like nails on a chalkboard. Both froze, trying to process the noise. Alastor, pressed close to the other Overlord, opened his eyes wide once he understood what had happened. Slowly he pulled his head away from the screen and noticed the long scratch he himself had caused with the sharp point of his skull. It was anatomically impossible for him to give Vox a proper kiss. It had to be a curse straight from hell that neither of their anatomies was compatible for something as simple as a kiss.
—Son of a bitch, you scratched my screen —Vox was the first to react, cursing at him while struggling hard against the restraints.
—Ugh! It’s not my fault you don’t use better quality materials, —Alastor replied, offended, already standing and straightening his clothes.— Tsk… Kissing won’t work then…
Not giving up after the first failed attempt, he walked to the record player on the desk that was playing the music, swapped the vinyl for another from his collection. «People like you and me» began to play with that old-fashioned audio tone. Vox wouldn’t deny that it brought back memories from decades ago, when he still had his human name and Alastor, together with him, were the only things that mattered in Hell. But they were just that — memories of a past already lived, and for some reason his old friend was desperately trying to revive it. So desperately that he noticed the other sinner loosening his tie and letting it fall to the floor, followed by unbuttoning his shirt… Was Alastor seriously undressing in front of him? Decades ago he would have drooled and begged to see just a little more skin, but now? Now he only felt disgust and discomfort. He didn’t want to be there with that guy. The old fantasies no longer meant anything, and he knew it perfectly well. Because when the wendigo’s shirt finally fell to the floor, revealing skin he had never seen before along with that infinite-looking hole in his chest with ribs peeking out at the edges… he felt absolutely nothing. A poker face settled on his screen; he didn’t know what to say, nor did he feel any heat rising anywhere.
Faced with the prolonged silence, Alastor didn’t know what to do for several long seconds that felt eternal. Him half-naked in front of his old companion, offering himself on a silver platter while Vincent didn’t react at all. Those dead eyes reflected no expression — not even disgust or anything similar. For several seconds only the music from the record player could be heard until the wendigo cleared his throat a little and tried to get back on track.
—Alright! I suppose it’s time to get a bit more… direct, don’t you think, Vi?
—Why do I feel like you’re not going to do anything good?
Without answering, Alastor moved closer to the other Overlord, grabbing his knees to spread them apart. He met noticeable resistance and had to struggle a bit before he could open them. Everything was going terribly wrong. Nothing even remotely resembled what he had planned a thousand times in his head (well, maybe not a thousand, since Vincent didn’t matter to him *that* much… or so it seemed). But that damn guy insisted on making everything complicated. Didn’t he see the superhuman effort he was making to please him with these mundane things?
Then he knelt on the floor, placed his hands on the other’s hips, slipped both index fingers inside the waistband of his pants and hesitated for a moment about what he was about to do — until he was snapped out of it by a mocking laugh coming from the other.
—Pff, it really shows you’ve never done anything like this before.
—Tsk, shut up.
Alastor wasn’t someone who got easily embarrassed by mundane things (like he would with Angel at the hotel), but now he felt a knot in his stomach that wouldn’t let him relax. Still, when he finally pulled down those pants along with the underwear, he saw it: his old companion’s member fully exposed in front of him. Even though it was flaccid, he was sure he could change that. But the moment he parted his mouth just a little, Vox’s body instinctively jerked back in the chair.
—For the love of God, please tell me you’re not thinking of giving me a blowjob with that mouth of yours.
—Is that a problem?
—Of c-course it’s a problem! You’re gonna rip my fucking dick off if you do it like that!
Alastor growled under his breath. He didn’t understand why he was making such a big deal out of something he could easily do… right? But if he was going to keep complaining like that, it was better not to rush. So he just stuck out his tongue, grabbed the base of the member and began to lick the tip in circles. It felt so strange to do something like that, especially with someone he had shared so much time with. Vox’s body was completely tense; he could feel the other’s gaze practically burning his skull. But it was necessary — necessary so that Vox would realize he didn’t need anyone else but him. Not that disgusting moth, not that other man. He himself could please Vincent as much as he wanted. But then he noticed something: at least five minutes had passed since he started and there was still no reaction. Vox’s member remained as flaccid as before.
—What the hell is this?
—Pss, sorry to inform you, Alastor, but you’re way too amateur for my taste. No offense or anything, but you’re definitely not the best at this. Maybe you should just give up and—
—Give up? Me? Ha! You’re so wrong. I just need to be… more insistent.
—Alastor, no… Alastor!
The pleas didn’t matter. The wendigo’s head tilted forward, taking Vox’s member into what could generously be called a mouth. But since it was just a skull with no flesh, all he managed to do was painfully sink his teeth in enough for his guest to let out a sob. When he looked up, he could see a small tear trying to escape from the corner of those huge screen eyes. He barely had time to process before Vox slammed his legs shut, kicking the wendigo hard with his shoe. Without resistance, Alastor fell back onto the floor, sitting and staring at the other with no readable expression. Silence took over the small radio tower while interference began to form on Vox’s screen from the sudden pain.
Alastor expected some complaint or wave of insults that he could eloquently counter as always, but instead he only heard Vincent’s muted voice… in a tone of anguish.
—Why are you doing this to me?
—Excuse me?
—Don’t play dumb. Why are you doing this? I know you don’t enjoy it. You don’t know anything about it either, and yet here I am with my dick out and you between my legs. Why now? Why are you doing this now when I’m already happy?
Those words pierced Alastor’s hollow chest like a new rifle shot, this time going straight for his heart. With a skull for a head, no facial expression could appear — only his eyes remained wide open, staring fixedly at the one tied to the chair, the one who had once been his companion… his friend. He couldn’t understand, much less accept, that Vincent had forgotten everything they’d been through: all the moments in bars, watching each other grow more and more powerful, the inside jokes, the wild moments killing other sinners together, and that disgusting, syrupy attitude his companion always had toward him — an attitude he had always chosen to ignore until that stupid confession. He still remembered rejecting him, but things continued normally… until that damn moth appeared. All of Vincent’s attention shifted to that guy. All the praise now went to the other. All the time and looks from *his* Vincent were now dedicated to someone else. But no one could beat him. He was Alastor! So, getting up from the floor with as much dignity as possible, he approached his old companion.
—Because you need me, Vi. Why else would you have asked me to join you back then?
—That was like seventy years ago. You really can’t get over it?
—A burst of static sounded before he spoke, trying to hide his irritation.—.—
Of course I’ve gotten over it! I just want to make you see that you should really be with me, not with that other one.
He fell silent immediately after, but unfortunately Vox caught it right away. In a fraction of a second, a huge mouth appeared on Vox’s screen, unleashing loud, roaring laughter that replaced the previous anguish. The laughter was so loud it almost drowned out the vinyl still playing in the background.
—HAHAHA NO WAY! You’re JEALOUS of Valentino?! HAHAHAHA
—Shut up. —With a quick movement he grabbed the TV head by the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer to his face.— This is not the time to talk about him. This is about just the two of us.
With his antlers having grown a bit this time, he tried a different strategy. He had to prove he was better than that moth in every way, and he was going to do it. Knowing now that his anatomy wasn’t suited for many things, he sat on one of Vox’s thighs, took the other’s member in his hand and began to move it slowly up and down, immediately silencing the other Overlord’s laughter. Vox materialized his eyes just to look at him without much joy.
—What’s wrong, Vi? Are you afraid I might do it better than your precious moth?
—You do it better? That wouldn’t even be possible in the whole eternity of Hell.
It was then that Vox noticed Alastor’s body tense slightly just enough to be noticeable. So the topic of Valentino really made him angry. Maybe he already had his ticket out.
—Indeed, —he sighed heavily, sounding bored.— By now I would’ve already been in bed with Val, or maybe on the couch, even in my office. You have no idea how creative we can get when we’re really worked up
And there it was — the wendigo’s ears drooped at those words and even the movement of his hand stopped dead. He stared directly at the TV head. If he was going to play dirty, then he had to do something too. Without further delay, Alastor stood up just to pull down his own pants and underwear, catching Vox off guard. The TV demon looked at the other’s crotch longer than he’d care to admit. This time both members — still soft — met inside Alastor’s palm. He began to slowly move his hips, searching for any reaction, any gasp, anything to justify this plan that was slipping further and further out of his control.
—A- and how about this, huh? You can’t deny it feels good.
—Meh, —Vox replied indifferently, shrugging. “It’s okay for a virgin amateur, but trust me when I say Val knows exactly how to use that gigantic piece of meat he’s got.
The tone was clearly meant to provoke even more rage than the wendigo had already accumulated. He tried to speed up the rhythm of his own hips, causing a slight reaction in himself that went straight to his groin… but with Vox? Absolutely nothing.
—But I did everything right! Agh! —Frustrated, he pulled away from the TV head.— Why the hell aren’t you hard yet?!
—That’s easy to answer: because I’m not interested in you anymore.
—That’s a lie. Everything that comes out of your mouth has always been a lie and I’m going to prove it to you. If you won’t react to caresses, then you’ll react to something else.
That felt more like a threat, especially coming from Alastor. But before anything more could happen, a female voice was heard in the distance. Vox didn’t recognize it immediately, but Alastor did. He muttered something, snapped his fingers and was once again impeccably dressed. He approached the record player, removed the vinyl, calmly took his cane and headed toward the trapdoor behind Vox.
—Don’t think this is over. I’ll make you forget about those two and realize that I’m the only thing that matters in your pathetic life
With those final words, Vox only heard the trapdoor closing behind him. Once he was completely alone in the place, he didn’t take long to call Valentino. The angelic rope could restrict many of his abilities, but he could still make calls.
—Where are you, Voxxie? You were supposed to help me pick out some outfits for the next movie today
—I know, my little moth, but there was a little… accident. Ahem. Alastor somehow managed to bring me to the princess’s fourth-rate hotel. He’s got me here in his radio museum tower
—Ha! Are you kidding? HAHA Oh my God, I can’t believe you let yourself get caught so easily
—Yeah, yeah, I’ll explain everything once I’m in the tower. Could you tell Zestial to come? I know you’re busy and I don’t think they’ll exactly welcome you with open arms the moment they see you.
—Alright, alright, I’ll tell your prince right away to come pick you up at the tower.
The conversation sounded far more casual than it had any right to be. A major Overlord like Vox being kidnapped by his nemesis would’ve made for a juicy news headline… except this one wouldn’t. No one outside the people involved could ever find out what had happened in that place. Vox desperately wished he could pull his pants back up. Even his cables refused to appear no matter how hard he tried, and he had no idea how long he’d been struggling with it until a black stain appeared on the floor, rising straight up into the form of Zestial.
Zestial looked at him with clear disbelief upon seeing him in that state, narrowing his eyes as he barely held back a laugh.
—Laugh all you want, but you’d better help me out of this before that idiot deer comes back.
—Mhm. Though it would be quite amusing to carry you back just as you are. You look like a gift ready to be unwrapped… even if someone has already been poking around.
The comment, delivered with a distinctly flirtatious tone, caused a small spark to jump from the edge of Vox’s neck as he tried to swallow. He quickly looked away once the other Overlord approache to assess the situation, circling Vox to see if there was any quick way out. They were angelic ropes, so he would need a careful plan to remove them and—
—Well, well, our deer friend really is absent-minded. He tied you to the chair.
With just that small oversight, Zestial barely brushed the chair and it disintegrated as if it had been burned away in seconds. Vox nearly fell backward, but Zestial caught him at the last moment, pulling him even closer to his body with a mocking smile on his face.
—Seems like there was already a little playing around here. Oh, but it’s true… I think you weren’t properly taken care of. —Slowly, Zestial’s hand slid down to Vox’s exposed member and began to stroke it with just his index finger.—
—M-mgh~ We should really get going… —The reply came between gasps— Besides, this can be done in a more… appropriate place.
—Always right, aren’t you?
When Vox pulled his pants back up, the rope that had been wrapped around his body fell to the floor. He stared at it for several long seconds before deciding to pick it up. At the very least, that unpleasant experience could serve some purpose. But just as he was about to leave, Zestial suddenly scooped him up into his arms. Vox’s screen immediately flashed cyan as he stared at the other Overlord with wide eyes.
—Don’t worry. Val already told me you were a princess in distress.
—God, I’m going to rip his antennas off.
It wasn’t until well into the night that all the residents of the hotel heard an almost gut-wrenching bleat coming from somewhere. They woke up startled by such a horrible sound so close by. Alastor had finally realized that his oh-so-clever plan had failed spectacularly. Perhaps it really was the power of love… or something like that.