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It was a hellish early morning in hell. The leaves were turning orange and yellow as the seasons were turning. The air was crisp—autumn had arrived. In a black house on the outskirts of Pentagram city, Alastor the radio demon had just woken up in his bed, immediately feeling like things were not as they usually were. His body felt different, in his mind priorities had changed. He sat up, thought about it for a moment. Everything just felt weird—a familiar kind of weird—the kind of weird he felt once a year. Realisation hit him like a lightning bolt.
“Fucking hell,” he sighed to himself, slamming his back up against the headboard, running his fingers through his bangs. As busy as he had been in his daily life, he had completely forgotten what happened every year in autumn. He got urges he usually did not have, at least not as extreme. The urges were more like needs, intense and primal like they were crucial to his survival.
Alastor did not want breakfast or coffee—he wanted to fuck.
It was breeding season and Alastor was going into rut. Things were a little bit different this year, however, because he actually had someone he could breed. He had a boyfriend, Vox, who he had been together with for just under a year and they were very happy together. All the previous years had been hard on Alastor as he did not have a partner, which left him having to masturbate several times a day—just to be able to deal with everything while he was going through it, he felt shameful about it. Trying to mask it was another challenge. So he had kept to himself in his home for weeks. Some days he barely made it through, he absolutely hated autumn because of this.
Alastor glanced to his side, noticing that his boyfriend was gone. He looked around the room as desperation set in, searching, as if Vox would be hiding from him somewhere. Where had that damn TV-man gone, just when he needed him?
Alastor lifted the cover, looking down at his dick which was standing up straight, ready to go. It was throbbing, beginning to make him feel lightheaded. He started sweating, the urge was unmanageable, Alastor needed to satisfy himself—now.
“Vox?!” Alastor burst out.
“Yes my love?” Vox answered, his voice coming from inside the bathroom.
“Please come!”
The tone in Alastor’s voice seemed to have made Vox worried, as he immediately quit whatever he was doing in there and entered the room to check on him.
Vox made his way over to the bed and got startled as Alastor reached out, grabbed onto his arm and yanked—forcing Vox’s body down onto the mattress. As soon as he was lying down Alastor climbed out of the covers and began straddling him.
“Woah, woah, woah—what’s going on?” Vox exclaimed, clearly not having expected any of it.
Alastor was naked and his erect cock fully visible, making Vox stare as it laid down on his stomach, pre cum dripping out of it.
Static noises began hissing as Alastor adjusted himself on top, his gaze laser focused on the dumbfounded TV-headed man underneath him. He placed his hands onto Vox’s bare chest.
“...Sex?! Now?” Vox burst out, astonished.
“But baby I’ve just showered.~” He teased in an infantile voice.
A low guttural grunt came out of Alastor, a sound probably new to Vox. It was Alastor’s instincts communicating that he needed to fuck him. He sank his claws into Vox’s skin.
“Please turn around.” Alastor begged as he rolled his hips over Vox’s stomach. His eyebrows were furrowing as he felt the friction between his cock and Vox's warm post-showered skin.
“Alastor, wh—I have never seen you like this before!” Vox responded in enthusiasm, his screen had begun tinting cyan.
“TURN AROUND!” Alastor screamed in a voice full of desperation.
“Well, you’ll have to move if I’m going to be able to turn.~” Vox smirked at Alastor.
The arousal was making it hard for Alastor to think properly, there was no logic involved, only pure animalistic instinct, compelling him to satisfy his needs.
—
Fucking morning sex, what a pleasant surprise! Vox thought to himself. It was novelty, something that had basically never happened before, not full on anal sex at least, but maybe a handjob now and then. Vox was happy to satisfy his beloved's sudden desperation for sex, Vox was the one with higher libido, so when Alastor was the one taking initiative it felt extra exciting and special.
Alastor leaned to the side, allowing Vox to turn. Vox climbed up and got on all fours in front of him, barely managing to arch his back before Alastor grabbed on to his sides.
He quickly realised that Alastor was not even bothering to get some lube from the bedside drawer.
He must be very horny. Vox thought to himself, as Alastor was usually always very careful and had a great routine of thoughtfully prepping himself before penetration when he was the one topping.
“Be careful now my love I—” Vox was quickly interrupted as Alastor rammed his dick straight into Vox’s ass—letting out a sigh of relief as he had made his way inside.
Vox gasped. “Hey! I said to be careful.” He chuckled.
Alastor did not respond, he had started to thrust, a second later pounding Vox with force.
Vox gripped onto the headboard.
"Ahh…mmh!~” He let out, as the deer behind him was panting heavily from his arousal, thrusting even harder.
Fucking hell, he really is horny. Vox thought.
Only a few moments later Alastor had already finished, letting out a satisfied groan as he emptied himself inside of Vox.
Vox turned his head. “What the fuck, did you just cum?!” He said, staring at Alastor in a mix of disbelief and delight at how quickly it all had happened.
Alastor pulled out and stood up from the bed.
Vox turned to the side to look at Alastor and rested his head in one of his hands, trying to look sexy for his lover who Vox quickly realised was not even looking at him.
“And what about me?~” Vox said in a low soft voice as he had obviously not gotten to finish himself.
“Yeah, what about you?” Alastor said as he went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him.
Vox eyes widened. What the hell had gotten into him?
—
The hot water ran down the drain as Alastor showered. He sighed to himself, stressed out about everything, the weeks to come, if he should tell Vox what was going on? That was out of the question, he obviously needed to. It was going to get intense for both of them no matter what.
This was something Alastor could not control, making him act out of character, he could get stressed, aggressive and act recklessly—certainly not thinking about the consequences. Not at all like his usual collected and calm self. Alastor felt nervous by the thought of him exposing his nature during breeding season in front of someone else for the first time in his afterlife—in front of his boyfriend—who he deeply cared about.
And how was he going to explain to Vox that he was going to need sex several times a day? It felt embarrassing and unfamiliar since this truly was his first time having someone he could breed.
That was, if Vox was willing to help him and be there when Alastor needed him.
Alastor was very aware of Vox’s high sex drive, which made him hopeful, but the libido Alastor developed during breeding season was on another level. Was Vox really going to be able to handle him at his worst?
Fuck it. Alastor decided to just go and tell him after the shower.
—
Vox was listening closely as Alastor started telling him all about the breeding season and what it all meant. His jaw dropped. He was enthralled, hearing everything Alastor had just told him.
“Really?” Vox burst out as Alastor finished talking, his eyes like saucers.
Holy fucking hell, this is going to be awesome! Vox thought to himself. He was elated. Sex, with his boyfriend, several times a day for weeks? Not a few times a month, not once a week—no, several times everyday!
“Bambi, I can assure you that won’t be a problem at all on my end.~” Vox smiled smugly.
“I’ll take care of you, my little fawn.~” He was somehow missing the significant issue that Alastor was the buck, the one who was going to be topping him every single time for his own needs for weeks.
Alastor sighed.
“And you promise this will happen once a year, every autumn in the future?~” Vox asked, teasing him. He reached out to stroke Alastor’s cheek.
Alastor slapped Vox’s hand away from his face.
“Yes! It will and it will be a lot to handle, even for someone as perverted as you, Vox!” Alastor hissed, followed by static noises. He was sounding really annoyed at how Vox was handling the subject, but despite that Vox continued.
“Sooo what’s up, babe, do you like need to go right away or what?” Vox joked, wiggling his eyebrows, feeling very pleased with himself.
Vox quickly realised that this was not a laughing matter as Alastor threw himself over him, forcefully pinned Vox down to the floor and fucked him raw—for the second time that morning. Vox understood that he was going to have to try taking Alastor a little bit more seriously and respect him. He was the one in rut after all, having experienced it year after year in his afterlife, he knew what is entailed. Vox did however, still find it thrilling to have his usually fully composed boyfriend act like a freak. He loved it.
—
When Alastor had finished in Vox and got back up from the floor, he pulled up his pants and glared down at the stunned TV head. Then he stormed out of the room.
Opening up to Vox, trying to be honest with him—instantly felt like it had been a bad idea.
Does he ever take me seriously? Alastor asked himself, not certain of the answer.
These upcoming weeks were undoubtedly going to be a challenge, he could sense it.
The hours passed and day became night. Alastor had avoided Vox like the plague for the remainder of the day as he was left feeling hurt by his mockery earlier, now he was lying in bed, wishing to fall asleep before the asshole that he called his boyfriend came into the bedroom. It had been a strenuous couple of hours as Alastor completely held off on his need. Alastor had kept himself as busy as he could, fighting the instincts ever since he had been with Vox, but to no use. Because as he was lying in bed relaxing, trying to sleep, the urge surged through his body again. Alastor frowned, annoyed by his nature. He stared into the ceiling. The desperation grew unmanageable. Alastor sighed as he grabbed his cock, intending to deal with it on his own. Alastor started stroking himself. The minutes passed, and no matter how much he tried, nothing happened. He could sense that there was never going to be the same satisfaction as when he bred Vox. He sighed to himself, then it struck him, why it was not working.
“Oh splendid!” He burst out.
They had sex two times already and because of that they had bonded. Vox was the only one going to be able to satisfy Alastor completely during his rut.
How fucking perfect. Alastor thought to himself. This is going to be a fucking nightmare. His thoughts started spiraling. Involving Vox in his rut had been a terrible choice on his part, he regretted uttering a single word about it to that flickering nuisance.
Speaking of the devil, Vox appeared, noticing the desperate deer squirming on the bed.
Alastor could sense Vox’s TV-frequencies interfering with his radio waves. It was annoying.
“Please leave.” Alastor said, short and simple, he was upset.
“Are you okay?” Vox's voice was low and soft, as if he was treading carefully, trying not to offend him further.
The hours of silence seemed to have finally made him understand that he had actually hurt Alastor.
Alastor’s static filled noises amplified as he stopped touching himself and sat up in bed. Vox was so fucking dumb.
“No, I am not! I am not exactly myself at the moment, as you might have noticed? Why can you not just understand that this is very real for me?! It is not a fucking joke, Vox! I did not choose this, it is just in my nature and it is a pain every single year,”
Vox was standing there, appearing to actually be listening to him for once, so Alastor decided to continue.
“I was being honest and vulnerable with you and you just made a joke out of it,”
“You say that you want to be there, yet you do the opposite by not even taking me seriously!” His voice was wavering.
—
Vox felt horrible as he listened to what his boyfriend had to say. He felt like a fool for not taking him seriously earlier and had no clue that being in rut was that intense for Alastor. Vox had just heard the word—sex—and rolled with his own narrative.
Why the fuck am I like this? He thought to himself. He decided he was going to be making it up to Alastor.
“I’m sorry for being such a dumb-fuck, Al,”
“I promise that I’ll be here for you babe. I might not understand all of this stuff yet, but I think it could bring us closer together—and I’m not talking about the physical stuff,”
“It could probably make me understand you better, which is something I already really want to do.”
Alastor’s eyes lit up.
Vox walked over to Alastor’s bedside and sat down next to him.
A tear ran down Alastor’s cheek.
“That is great to hear,” Alastor said. “because we have already bonded and it is either me breeding you or me suffering for weeks on my own!”
Then Alastor hugged Vox, while sobbing into his shirt.
Vox embraced him and slowly started to understand his new role in all of this. He felt responsibility—and it was heavy—but he was not going to let his beloved down, he did not want him to have to suffer through all of this on his own. If he could be of help to be a relief during his rut—he would. Vox noticed how Alastor suddenly stopped sobbing.
“You okay bambi?” Vox looked down at him as Alastor kept quiet.
—
Alastor had catched on to Vox’s scent. He could smell Vox’s pheromones from the outside of his clothes, it was overpowering his heightened senses. He could tell that Vox had told the truth and was willing to help and let Alastor use him for release. And now Alastor was needing to breed, again.
He bit Vox, sank his teeth into his skin.
“Oh?” Vox said. “Is it time?”
Alastor’s ears pinned back, nodding his head in response.
Alastor thought that he would do his best to draw it out. So that they both could revel in sex together—for Vox’s sake. Then the primal took over his body. Vox quickly got up from the bed and started undressing for Alastor who was clawing the sheets, focused on every little movement Vox made.
Just as the last garment fell to the floor and Vox was fully naked Alastor got up and pushed him face down onto the bed. He grabbed a hold of Vox, pulling him to the bed’s edge. Alastor’s claws dug down into Vox’s hips as he penetrated him. He tilted his head towards the ceiling in pleasure.
—
Vox moaned as Alastor began thrusting, he was going a little bit slower this time around, making it more enjoyable for Vox, possibly giving him enough time to build himself up to an orgasm. Alastor was grunting again, sounding absolutely feral, leaving Vox’s skin with goosebumps. It was a sexy sound of affirmation that Vox’s body was doing its job of satisfying Alastor. He smiled to himself and relaxed, focusing on the sensation.
—
The minutes passed as Alastor was breeding with Vox. Alastor was closely watching Vox when he was fucking him, guarding him, so that he would not try to get away from him—it was just another instinct during his rut. He did not have to worry however as Vox seemed to be enjoying himself a lot. Vox was moaning, responding to every single thrust. Suddenly, Alastor felt Vox clenching himself, he could hear Vox’s screen cutting to static and how the frequencies were getting more intense. He understood that he must be nearing an orgasm.
Vox cried out in pleasure as his body jerked to the side when he came, unintentionally tearing away from Alastor who reacted instantly by catching Vox and pulling him back again. Vox was still shaking from his orgasm as Alastor hurried to get inside of him again. This time Alastor did not restrain himself anymore, the grunts multiplied rapidly as he pounded his dick harder and harder into Vox behind. A few moments later he had completely drained his cock and slammed down onto Vox’s back.
—
“Did I do it right? Was it nice?” Vox asked the obviously satisfied buck lying on top of him.
It really was the silliest question with the most unambiguous answer ever but Vox still wanted verbal confirmation.
“Yes, my dear, you did great.” Alastor panted and kissed Vox’s skin while embracing him. Then they both fell asleep.
—
Vox was slowly waking up in his bed the next morning, he had gotten himself some great sleep—feeling well rested. Something felt weird though as he felt warm air blowing straight into his face. Just when he opened his eyes his body flinched, startled at the sight of his boyfriend’s face only centimeters away from his screen. Alastor was staring, his static noises amplifying when he saw that his boyfriend was awake.
Vox got the message immediately.
“Oh, you need it now, again? No worries, I’ll just turn a—”
Before Vox could even finish his sentence Alastor had got in front of him, grabbed his legs—lifted them up into the air and immediately started fucking him again.
Vox let out a low hum, smiled and shut his eyes, listening to the sounds of Alastor’s skin smacking into his. Alastor kept quiet, however.
Then Alastor stopped and adjusted himself, putting one of Vox’s legs on his shoulder instead. Vox opened his eyes and noticed the shift in him.
—
“Ooh fuck, This is great!” Alastor blurted out.
He was reaching into Vox in a different angle this way. Vox felt so snug and warm around his cock. Alastor grabbed on harder to Vox’s leg and then his thrusts quickly grew more aggressive.
He stuck his tongue out and shut his eyes, lost in rapture, forgetting about everything else as he chased his climax.
As soon as he was done he pulled out and got up from the bed, leaving Vox to do whatever the fuck he wanted, he did not care one bit!
—
Vox was left lying in a mess of cum after Alastor was done.
He looked at Alastor in slight disapproval as the red deer put on his clothes and left the room. Vox was going to have to deal with all this mess by himself. He's really starting to display assholery of a new kind, huh. Vox thought, at the same time reminding himself that Alastor could not help it. But could he not still have thrown him a damn towel or something—Everything was going to spill and smear as soon as he moved!
—
Alastor went down into the kitchen and made himself his usual breakfast and some black coffee. He took a sip out of his mug and tasted the sandwich he had made. He enjoyed it all, feeling like it had an extra flavourful taste this morning. He felt self-confident and was in an overall great mood.
Why the hell have I been so worried about the breeding season? Everything is fucking delightful! Alastor thought as he left the butter, liver pate and dishes on the kitchen table.
It had been such a nice start to his day that he decided he was going to take a walk through the city by himself.