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Vox readjusted his t-shirt, making sure it sat right as he avoided looking over at the bed. It was already weird enough to see himself without…well…seeing himself.
His eyes finally rose to meet his now dark ones in the mirror sitting on a face that mostly still resembled a human but with a nose that was connected to his upper lip, making his face pointed, more shark like. Perfect for aerodynamics. Bright blue scales were broken up by the glow of white circuitry running under his skin, the white blended with his pale color in the front. He raised his still clawed hand, but thinner and duller than he was used to, his fingers connected by webbing to help him swim.
One last look towards his actual body laying motionless in the bed plugged into the wall by various cables was unnerving. But it was safe in the middle of the bed. Shirt and pants missing, wearing only his boxers to keep himself from overheating without his consciousness noticing from a separate body.
Valentino was at a party all night with Velvette, one that he hadn’t been invited to, not that he had been invited to any parties since his very public breakdown a year back. He was given his body back, but he couldn’t leave the tower, couldn’t leave his room, really. Val and Vel took care of any meetings and he took care of things on the back end. Paperwork written by him, presented by Velvette, ideas he designed had Valentino’s signature on the bottom. Anything with his name on it was ignored, his name was a joke. Even in the streets he was mocked and attacked, his powers running low because of his low approval rates. He was still an Overlord but that was only because he managed to convince his two partners not to rebrand Voxtech.
His strength was hardly better than the average sinner.
This was the time that he looked into old projects and ideas, looking for anything to help him turn things around. His old avatar project came up. It would allow a user to inhabit an artificial body, allowing those with bodies too fucked up to be fixed with surgeries to just jump to a different one (for a very hefty sum). Baxter had been the only one mad enough to try it, making one for Vox, with his body being almost entirely mechanical he was the easiest to plug in and test with.
It was when they turned to testing on other sinners that it became clear it wasn’t feasible, requiring too much modification for it to work. Chips and ports needed to be drilled into sinners, cables had to be designed and redesigned, and the power pull strained even the tower let alone a normal building. Vox was currently in the only avatar that existed. A basic blue shark looking model, it had been the first try so it had to be kept simple, but he still looked amazing (and got to live out a fantasy that Hell denied him.). Vox threw on a leather jacket over his grey shirt and black pants, he looked good, but unremarkable, just as he wanted. A chance to just get out and be left alone.
A knock on the door, brought his attention back to the present. “What?” He called out, his voice sounding younger than usual, throwing him for a loop. The moment of silence on the other side of the door told him that Ethan was surprised too, despite being the only one who knew what to expect. He cleared his throat and finally spoke.
“Sir, there is confirmation that they have arrived at the party. The halls have also been empty, the service elevator has also been cleared out, everyone was told it was under construction. You are clear to head out with nobody to see you.”
“Thanks, keep it clear all night until I tell you otherwise.” He said, opening the door and strutting passed his small assistant. The eel-like sinner looked him up and down, clearly trying to wrap his mind around the change of appearance, Vox couldn’t care about it as he continued. “I won’t be gone all night, I just need to get out.”
It was a relief when he stepped out the back door, it was like a breath of fresh air. The pollution was still thick in the air, but it moved in the wind giving the illusion of being more pleasant than the stagnant air of the tower. His feet moved in the direction that he was familiar with, the destination had been chosen a week ago when he made the decision to go out. It was a hike, but it was an uneventful walk. A chance to stretch his (avatar’s) legs and just enjoy a bit of peace.
Finally an old building came into view, the outside was kept up, no broken windows or missing siding panels or anything, but the age was clear. Inside it was dimly lit, the warm woods and sultry reds were everywhere inside giving the jazz bar an intimate feeling. Vox didn’t stop as he approached the bar, taking a familiar empty seat and ordering a martini as he sat. The live band had yet to start, but was warming up as the speakers crackled out calm jazz.
It hadn’t changed at all in all those years since he was last here. His eyes looked over at the empty seat beside him, the one that had at that time been filled with another certain Overlord. Vox sipped his drink and just allowed himself to relax, to enjoy the first moment in years that he wasn’t being bombarded with people schmoozing him, or, recently, jeering at him.
The quiet changed when just as he received his next drink, a presence appeared next to him. Red filled his peripheral vision just as a voice droned out “I haven’t seen you here before.” It was only years of experience that let Vox know that Alastor was still debating whether to accept the intruder or kill him, even if Vox wasn’t in his seat.
“New to the area, heard about the live band and decided to check it out.” He said simply, hoping that he could be allowed to move. This avatar didn’t regenerate, and the only one who could make another one had betrayed him and joined the hotel. (Sure, he could have probably still commissioned it, Baxter always did like challenges more than people, but there was no guarantee that he would stay quiet this time.) All he could do would be to use his knowledge of Alastor to keep him happy for the moment.
And at this moment, Alastor was studying him like he was a riddle. The silence stretched out a beat too long before he seemed to find an answer.
“Ah! A man with taste. That is a rarity these days!” The Radio demon laughed, taking a seat beside him. With a wave of his hand, the bartender was quick to respond, placing a full bottle of whisky down, another gesture of red claws and there were suddenly two crystal glasses placed on the bar. It was then that Vox had to accept that he wasn’t going anywhere. Alastor was in the mood for company and that was worse than if he wasn’t. He then poured two drinks.
“Alastor, pleasure to meet you, quite a pleasure!” He greeted, pushing one towards Vox, grin wide and sharp, sending a shiver of fear down his spine.
“Uh…Victor.” He said, taking the drink. Alastor didn’t offer a hand, so neither did he, knowing that it wouldn’t be appreciated. Let it be recorded that he could learn, being called out in front of everyone for his need to touch definitely opened his eyes. He did take the drink, though. A drink followed by a short conversation and he would get out of there, find another bar to hide away in for the night. Vox could do that, just a bit of time until he get away.
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Alastor was almost sprawled across Vox’s lap, his arms locked around his shoulders as he giggled to himself. Vox had no choice but to wrap him in his own arms to keep the drunk deer from falling to the floor as he joined in the laughter. He had no idea what was so funny. Then again, he also had no idea how he ended up with a lap full of Overlord, either.
“Okay…I hic I think it’s time to call it a night.” Vox slurred out, knowing that he was well past this body’s alcohol limit.
“Where’s the fun in that? You haven't gotten out in months, and you’re going to call it quits already?” Alastor asked, suddenly pushing himself up, his chin resting on Vox’s shoulder as he was now fully supporting a lap full of drunk deer. His mind didn’t catch up to what he was being told until he felt a warm breath against his ear. “Come on, Picture Box, you used to be better than this.”
His claws dug into the red cloth of his coat, his breath catching in his throat. “What did you say?” It was barely more than a whisper, but with how close he was, Alastor could hear every syllable.
“Did you really think I wouldn’t notice? Even a new body, you still sing with your unique signal. Tell me, Vox, how does it feel to have lost everything? I heard that your pals are at a party celebrating the next victory your company achieved, but here you are. In a bar pretending to be someone you’re not.”
“Fuck you, Al.” He growled, earning him another laugh from the drunk sinner in his lap, his face buried into his neck, sharp teeth brushing the column of his throat. It sent a shudder down his spine.
“I miss your box-head. This one is no fun, you look just like every other sinner.” He whispered again, every breath warming the wet patch he had left on his skin. Vox could feel his cock stirring in interest, and he had to stop himself from acting. He pulled his mind back, pushing through the haze of alcohol and the warming arousal pulsing through his veins. This was just an avatar, nothing more than a very immersive VR game. Vox pushed Alastor off his lap, standing up now that his head was clearer.
“Good night, Alastor.” He huffed, turning to walk out, stopping only when a hand grabbed his. He turned, about to demand what he wanted when lips met his. Vox froze where he stood as Al moved closer, his head tilting to deepen the kiss. Finally, he gave in, leaning in to match the kiss as his arms wrapped around his lower back and held him close. Vox allowed himself to enjoy this moment, figuring it will likely lead to his murder and later ridicule, but it was everything he had dreamed of.
He only pulled back when his lungs demanded air, but he didn’t release Alastor. “Al…?” He huffed out.
He didn’t get a response before Alastor went limp in his arms, throwing him off balance at the suddenness of it.
Once the deer was secure enough in his arms, Vox finally looked around. There were very few patrons at this time, but they were all eyeing up the unconscious Overlord. He knew that if he left him that he wouldn’t make it to the morning. It wouldn’t be his problem, the voice in his head told him.
With a frustrated groan, he moved to settle Alastor onto the seat of a nearby booth, not caring as he flopped over in the seat. Vox pulled out his phone and texted Ethan to send a driver to a nearby street corner, stressing that it was in the driver’s best interest to keep his eyes straight on the road and the partition up.
When his phone chimed a second later he knew the driver was on his way. Vox checked one more time to make sure Al was out cold before draping his leather coat around him, using it to cover his very distinctive ears and hair and the top part of his coat before lifting him bridal style, trying to tuck him close to hide the rest of him as Vox carried him out into the street.
It was hard, but Vox made it to the area he told the driver just as he pulled up, he was thankful to finally dump Alastor across the limo seat. He shut the door behind him and the vehicle pulled away. They would be at the tower in ten minutes, it gave him time to watch him sleep and contemplate whatever he was doing.
Vox should really just kick him out, just open the door and push him out. It would be easy. Whatever happened to him wouldn’t be his problem. After everything Alastor had done to him it would be the least he deserved. Hell, even just dumping him on the driveway of that stupid hotel would have been a better idea than what he was actually doing.
But no. One kiss and he’s taking home his enemy in hopes of any more scrapes of affection.
With a sigh, he ran a hand through red hair instead, pulling the still unconscious deer into his lap to enjoy the warmth while he still could. Val had been absent ever since everything went to shit, spending his nights with his workers (one mostly) than to be near him. This was the closest he’s been to anyone in a year.
It was then that he realized how pathetic he was being, a self deprecating giggle slipped out. Here he was cuddling the black out drunk form of the man who has made his life horrible for decades.
He really should have just dumped him somewhere.
Instead the limo pulled up to the back entrance of the tower and Vox lifted Alastor in his arms and brought him to his room. Still questioning himself the entire time. Even tried to convince himself to dump him out the window before he set him down on the couch.
It was at this point that red eyes opened, hazy and slow to lock onto Vox and his breath caught. Alastor was a picture where he had been laid, his clothes were wrinkled and misplaced, his coat twisted the buttons barely holding it closed. His shirt had come untucked, lifted to reveal a sliver of his bare stomach that tempted the blood to rush back downwards again. His heavy, half lidded eyes that watched him in a haze completed the absolutely pornagraphic vision, somehow the sight was doing more for Vox than anything Valentino ever came up with.
And that was before he started to move. With the slow grace of a panther, Alastor turned onto his stomach, continuing to watch him through lashes. The little shit was doing this on purpose, he knew it, nobody lounged on a couch and arch their back in the way he was normal, drawing his eyes down the plains of his spine to settle on the sparse curve of his ass, covered in a very fitted pair of trousers and by where his coat rode up, framed by the split of his coat tails.
Vox could only audibly swallow, forcing his eyes away from the sight before him. “You can sleep here, I guess.” He said instead, proud at how unbothered he sounded even as he could see the tent in the boxers of his real body across the room. (Hey, just because he could keep it down in this body didn’t mean he was completely unbothered by all this.)
“And if it’s not sleep I want?” Alastor purred, his voice husky and eyes sharpening, now very much looking like a predator ready to pounce.
That’s what did it, he felt himself twitch to life in his pants. Alastor, as a general rule, was not always into sex. He had it once in a grand while, he told Vox in another drunk rambling decades ago, and always because it further a goal.
Vox moved before his brain could stop him, slim blue claws gripping red strands. He forced Alastor to meet his lips, arching his chest off the couch in- to a normal person- would be a painful position. He knew Alastor could take it as he explored his mouth in a rough kiss. In response, the other Overlord’s hands gripped his shirt tightly in an attempt to support himself. Vox of the past had always dreamed of being gentle, of making love to him, but he wasn’t going to. All the frustration that the deer had caused him was bubbling up, gentle wasn’t going to happen. Vox was going to fuck him until Alastor begged him to stop.
If Alastor didn’t like it he could just leave.
His other hand unbuttoned the red coat that he saw in every memory, one button at a time until it was open, then he tore through the button up underneath. Years of being around him had him well trained. Alastor’s coat was to be treated with care. His shirt he had more of.
Once he was left bare chested, his soft, fur covered body on display, Alastor finally pushed away from Vox. “Are you going to stay like this all night? Or are you going to fuck me properly?” He huffed, his lips still close enough to brush his on every syllable, but his eyes lept towards the bed, making it clear what he meant.
“Oh, Bambi…” Vox moaned into his lips, moving like he was going to kiss him again before his other hand wrapped tightly around him and lifted him. A bleat of static sounded out in his surprise as he found himself now on his knees hovering above Vox’s lap.
His hands released Alastor’s hair and both slid down bare skin to rest on his hips. “We have allll night. Who says I can’t fuck you like this, too?” He whispered into fur covered ears before pulling his body flush with his, letting him properly feel the tent in his pants now.
This was followed by a loud record scratch as Alastor tried to push away. “Absolutely not!” He protested. Vox could only grin, proud at the reaction as he held tight.
He had Val to thank for this. He had been the one to insist that if Vox was going to do this Avatar project, he needed to make the dick work…then he reminded Vox that sharks have two of them, a challenge that Baxter, oddly enough, took up with a mad gleam. And both were now painfully hard and pressed against Alastor.
With a thought, cables came down and wrapped around the struggling deer’s wrists, pulling them together above his head, stopping his attempts to push away. Vox continued to ground Alastor against him, the grip on his hips helping him guide him, pleased when he pulled a heated gasp from him. “Relax, if you’re nervous to take them both, I can work with that.” He purred, taking pride in the fact that as his lips met Alastor’s again, he heard the deer moan. It was a sound that sent a throbbing heat through him, settling in his guts.
Once Alastor was distracted by the kiss, his hands paused in their leading and moved inwards towards the button of Alastor’s pants then his own. With another thought, the cables wrapped around his wrist moved, pulling him roughly off of Vox’s lap, pulling a surprised bleat of static from Alastor.
Vox stood and started removing his own jacket and shirt, watching Alastor as he watched him move. His pupils were blown wide and hazy and Vox couldn’t help the pleased shudder that went through him. Alastor was enjoying the rough treatment.
Once he stepped out of his pants and boxers he slowly stepped towards when Alastor was still held up, arms still above his head and his shoes still barely touching the ground. Imagines of what he could do to Alastor right now flash through his head, how he could tease him to the edge over and over again until he pleaded for both of his cocks.
But Vox didn’t think he could hold out as pent up as he was. Hopefully there will be a next time. For now, he removed the rest of Alastor’s clothes, leaving him bare. It was with another thought that the cables suddenly released him, Vox catching him before he could fall over at the sudden lack of support, and then bending him over the couch arm. His eyes locked onto the sight of the fluff above his ass, the white underside flagged up in warning at the rough treatment Alastor was getting.
“Are you enjoying your pretend? For the first time, it’s like you’re stronger than me.” The red Overlord just couldn’t help himself. He just couldn’t stay quiet.
“I am, actually. And if you weren’t enjoying it either you wouldn’t be here.” He grinned, his sharp teeth on full display. “You should have told me before how much you like being pushed around, Al. We could have had a lot of fun while you were my prisoner.”
But he was still here, and hadn't even told him to stop.
Another cable dropped a bottle of lube in his waiting hands that he used to slick up one hand before dropping the bottle to the ground. His clean hand moved up, grabbing another fistful of red hair while the other moved down.
The first finger pushed in without warning, held there as Alastor tried to jerk away from the intrusion with gasp. But Vox’s grip on his hair kept him in place as he gave his rival a moment. Finally, his movements slowed and his fluttering walls started to relax, that was when he started to move his finger, stretching him out.
Alastor was tight around his finger and Vox couldn’t help but wonder how long it had been for him even as he pushed in another in beside the first, this time drawing out a moan at the stretch. He wasn’t being careful as he scissored his fingers inside Alastor, he was getting impatient even as he drew out static filled gasps and muffled moans, before he got his whole body to jerk up with a cry when his fingers found the bundle of nerves. Red claws tore through the cushion of the couch with a loud rip, giving Vox a smug feeling despite the throbbing cocks that were demanding attention.
But Vox did force himself to add a third and then a forth, knowing that his avatar's fingers were thin, continuing to press again and again on the spot that made the deer writhe and gasp out. It was rough and he moved fast, his only purpose was to make room for him without tearing Alastor.
Alastor panted, turning his head to suck in a few gasps of air as his eyes slowly locked onto Vox. When his mouth opened again to no doubt say some scathing comment, he thrust inside him in one unforgiving motion with his lower cock, the other one following the plains of his body to press against the flagged tail. He held there, feeling the shudder going through Alastor, another following when his hand wrapped around his tail and his own cock, pressing them together.
Alastor felt amazing. He was tight and warm, sending pleasure through him like lightning. His other cock was pressed against the delicate bone and buried within the softest fur he had ever touched. With a moan he ground into Alastor.
“Are you just going to stay there all night?” Huffed out the deer pinned beneath him, his heavy breathing the only tell betraying how affected he was by all this.
“I could. Make you warm this cock before you’re forced to warm the other. Work our way to both.” He grinned before slowly pulling out to the tip. “But you’re right. You have two more cocks to take after all.”
“You-“ whatever insult that was started ended in a breathy, static filled bleat as Vox to that moment to push in roughly again, starting a brutal pace that would be sure to leave him sore. His other cock continued to slide against his tail, the sensitive appendage no doubt adding to the mess of sensations.
Vox moaned as he continued, forcing Alastor’s hips at different angles with his free hand until he felt the lithe body beneath him writhe again, the other Overlord arching up with a static filled cry of “Vox!”
He kept that angle up, hitting his prostate again and again with the accuracy that Val drilled into him over the decades.
It wasn’t long before he felt the already tight heat tense and flutter, Vox joining him in his climax as he pushed in close, marking Alastor as deep as he could reach, his other cock emptying across his back.
He held there for only a moment before slowly pulling back to watch whatever concoction Baxter had made for the cum leak out of his hole. It had a blue shimmer to it, he noticed in his haze, the ribbons of it across his back catching the lights.
Vox admired the view for a moment as his breath returned before he flipped Alastor over. The deer’s pupils were blown wide and he seemed to be having trouble focusing on his face.
He could get used to this, seeing the usually unflappable Radio Demon reduced to this because of him. It was in his post haze that he slowly reached down, pushing two fingers into Alastor’s already stretched hole along side the cock still buried deep inside. His eyes never left the hazy red ones as he reached down to guide the second of his cocks slowly back into his twitching hole, using one hand to press both together and the other to give him more room, stretching him more despite them softening.
The sensitive nerves drew a hiss from Vox as he continued to push in, made easier by the blood starting to swell the appendages just a bit, but that was nothing compared to the gasp and arching that Alastor did. “Vox!” He warned, squirming futilely as blue hands reached to hold his hips in place, now able to press forward without the assistance.
“Keep moving like that, old pal, and they’ll just keep getting bigger.” There was technically no refractory period in this body, as artificial as it was, but he was trying to slow the interest that was trying to rush downwards again. He just wanted to feel Alastor stretched around his two cocks, even soft as they were, at the moment.
Alastor responded with an angry hiss of static, but still didn’t tell him to stop or leave. With what he was going to take as permission, he moved his hands, supporting Alastor as he suddenly lifted him, keeping himself still buried. The movement and the resulting flailing from the other man made his cocks twitch again in interest. Finally he settled, his face buried in the crook of Vox’s neck, arms and legs wrapping around him to support himself, his own breath hitching at the added stretch.
He took a moment to breathe deeply, not wanting to piss off Alastor before he could get his real dick in him…but it was tempting, to start thrusting up and seeing how hard he could get…how much he could stretch the deer before he tapped out.
Instead he started to walk towards the bed, keeping a hand on Alastor’s head in a soothing manner, the other supporting him as he clung onto him.
Vox had no idea how much you moved when you walked, feeling his cocks trying to fill quickly as he walked. The hole he was buried in tensed every step, his own over sensitivity only contributed to how hard he was trying to get.
He finally made it to the bed, but he was sure Alastor didn’t notice, his face still buried in his shoulder, he was panting, but still there, taking two, half hard cocks.
With the last bit of coherent thought, two cables came down, wrapping around Alastor’s wrists again, pulling them off of his shoulders to above his head again. Now with him suspended, Vox was able to move both his hands to his narrow hips, holding him in place as he started to slowly move.
“I can’t…Al…’stor…feel too good…” the words were tumbling out with little input from his mind as he stopped fighting the wave of heat. It took a few tries, but he finally managed out, “Tell me to stop.”
Alastor didn’t say stop or leave. His eyes were closed tight and his head was thrown back gasping between moans as Vox continued to thrust. His pace quickened as he lost himself in the sensation of Alastor, both cocks were fully hard by now and driving deep inside, stretching him farther than he probably ever had been before.
His hands slide down from hips to thighs, lifting them from his waist to bend them up, allowing him to thrust harder and deeper into the heat, his earlier spend keeping him wet enough to take everything.
And Alastor did take everything, his own spent dick twitching weakly where it was sandwiched between his and Vox’s stomach.
“That's two, Al. You’re taking my two dicks like a champ. How does it feel, all stretched out?” Vox growled, keeping up the rough pace, knocking the breath out of him with every hard thrust.
Alastor finally let out a distorted cry when Vox slammed his cocks into his prostate, the over-stimulated bundle of nerves made the bound demon jerk, his body trying to pull away even as he hardened again.
But Vox wasn’t waiting.
His next climax slammed into him, whiting out his vision as he emptied both cocks into Alastor with a cry of pleasure.
When his vision returned, he was only standing because of his grip on the suspended deer. After a few deep breaths, he slowly pulled out, leaving Alastor to let out an unconscious whine. His own dick the was hard and leaking and for a moment Vox debated to suck him to completion, but he wasn’t sure how much more he had in him. He was certain that Alastor didn’t do marathon sex often, if ever. And he wasn’t going to give up the chance to make him cum using his real dick.
His claws gripped his thighs, keeping them spread even as he dripped spend, cables pulled off his real body’s boxers, leaving his pulsing dick to stand in the heated air. The cables suspending Alastor moved with him, Vox leading him back before lowering him down right onto said dick, painfully slowly, despite how he jerked away at another hard member entering his no doubt sore hole.
“Relax, this is what you’ve been asking for. Now, it’s going to take some time for me to remove myself from this, so just stay still like the fantastic cock sleeve you’ve been so far.” He mused, grabbing Alastor’s chin to kiss him, swallowing his groan as he was finally fully seated. His real dick was thicker than either one of his avatar’s but after having taken both, there was no way he wasn’t able to take him.
He then pulled away at last, eyeing up the absolutely ruined Radio Demon. He still hung from cables but it looked like if he wasn’t he wouldn’t be able to hold himself up. His eyes were unfocused as he stared off into the distance panting and wiggling when his deep breathing shifted the dick inside him.
It was a picture that Vox wished he could save, but this avatar could not record memories like his real body. Maybe if he was lucky, the security cameras actually recorded it. (Val loved being recorded during their encounters so he would have every angle.)
He then sat down at base of the bed, letting his eyes close as he started to fully detangle his mind from the avatar, finding it harder than trial runs with the buzzing pleasure still running through his veins. But he could feel Alastor wrapped around his dick, twitching at the overstimulation despite him not even moving. It pulled him back, the promise of one more round with his deer.
When his eyes opened it was to see Alastor’s back, the smeared cum still shimmering blue among the matted fur and scars. His arms were still strung up above his head, showing off lithe muscles under the fine fur. His tail was so upright it was quivering alongside the rest of his body, fur clumping where the cum had set in. Vox was sure it was from teetering between the edge of another orgasm and the pain of overworked nerves.
But Alastor stayed, and he didn’t say stop.
He laid there feeling his own hard, twitching dick seated inside, but just drank in this sight. Finally he made a few slow thrusts up, dragging his cock across every nerve inside of Alastor. He, in turn, tried to lift off him, but his legs gave out, dropping him hard back down onto the intrusion just as Vox was nearly pulled out.
A gasping moan rang out. “Vox! I-I…” he managed, too out of it to really say what he wanted. Vox let the cables drop, easing the deer onto his back and letting himself pull out completely for the moment. Vox then gripped his thighs again, forcing his knees to be beside his head.
“One more time, Alastor. You can take more.” Was the only comfort he offered before sliding back inside him, slowly once again, the new angle driving new nerves into overdrive inside the deer.
Red claws scrambled to grab anything solid, finally gripping tightly to Vox's forearms when the silky fabric prevented him from getting a good grip. Vox moved his hands to his shoulders, holding him in place as he started to thrust again, slowly to drag it all out before picking it up faster.
This time he was able to watch Alastor fall to pieces, he watched the moans and cries he dragged out of him.
He also got to watch his eyes fly open when he finally found the spot again, one fur covered leg kicking out.
“Vincent!” He gasped out as he continued to hit that spot, one hand finally moving to wrap around his leaking cock, moving in time with his thrusts.
“No more! No more!” Alastor repeated the phrase in slurring gasps of breath.
“One more, Al. One more time.” He didn’t stop his movements. Alastor didn’t last much longer, his cum painting his own stomach and chest, entire body locking up and shaking before falling limp like a puppet with cut strings.
Vox didn’t stop, fucking him roughly through his climax, the fluttering walls finally bringing him to his own end, his cum filling Alastor again and mixing with his avatar’s.
He then collapsed, pulling out roughly (drawing another wince for him) as he laid next to Alastor. Both breathing heavily.
As minutes passed their breathing evened out and the buzz was starting to fade, Vox finally asked “What do you want, Alastor?”
“What makes you think I want anything?” Came the expected deflection, tired and slightly slurred.There was nobody who knew Alastor better than Vox, he didn’t understand why he would continue trying these games.
“One: You told me yourself that you only use sex as a weapon. Two: I just had my way with you in so many ways that you would sure as Hell never allow if you didn’t. Three: You never had sex with me before.” He listed off, counting on his fingers.
Alastor’s smile curled in what passed as a frown for him, evidently not liking to be called out. He rolled over into his side to face Vox properly.
“Do you still believe in… friends, Vincent?” Al sneered, his smile twisting more, but Vox wasn’t sure if it was because of the word or because of the copious amount of fluid that was no doubt rushing out of him at the movement. (Maybe he should have offered to clean him up first but that would have required use of his legs.)
“Yeah, I do. And now I have proof.”
“Proof? You referring to those who abandoned you? Where are they now? They left you behind, using you as a stepping stone.”
“Did they? They could have left me to die, but brought me back to the tower. They saved me from myself and then have bent over backwards to keep my company from sinking. They kept me here, safe. They’re angry, but they were there for me.” The words settled in Vox’s mind, now spoken out loud he realized he never said it to them. He’d have to fix that tomorrow, maybe make them breakfast to soothe the hangover they no doubt will have.
For the first time since he met Alastor all those decades ago, he actually seemed to pause at that, to mull over what he said.
“And what if I said I wanted to be friends?”
“I would say that it’s not that easy. You laughed in my face, you took everything I worked for, everything I hoped for and tore it to pieces. Then, you did use me as a stepping stone. You used me to break another deal.”
“Don’t act like a victim, Vincent. You paraded me around to boost your ego at the cost of my reputation, dragged me around everywhere to make you feel superior. You used me just as I used you.”
“And that is the problem, isn’t it? We aren’t friends, we never were, right? If you wanna be friends. You can start by apologizing.”
“And if I don’t feel like saying it?” He leaned in as he spoke, settling more on Vox than off anymore. His breath left a fog on his screen where his lips almost touched his lips.
“Is that why you slept with me? You thought that just because I finally got to be inside you that all would be forgiven?” He could feel the anger and hurt swirling in his chest, his pulse so loud he was sure Alastor could hear it with his huge ears.
“Forgiven? Heavens no!” He laughed, pulling back to lay his head down on Vox’s broad chest, fingers brushing the vents along his sides, adding a brush of arousal to the mess of emotions he was already feeling. “It did make you more agreeable, though. Maybe I was hoping that it would be a step in the right direction.”
Blue claws caught red ones, pressing over already forming bruises and stopping the soft touch that sent blood back down. “What do you want, Alastor?” He asked again.
“I want what I couldn’t take before.” He said cryptically. It brought Vox up short, pushing hope down as it tried to present itself.
“I need you to say it. I’m tired of trying to guess at what you want.”
“And if I’m not ready to say it?” It was quite, hesitant, a sound that Vox had never heard from him before, his eyes were now locked onto where Vox still held his hands still.
“You have to give me something. I can’t do this again. Not after everything.”
“Didn’t I give you something? As you said, I let you use me.” Now he was starting to growl, a sure sign that he was tapped out on vulnerability. It was all he was going to get for now. Vox let go of his hands, claws brushing the deer’s side as his hands landed on his hips, shifting him fully onto him. Vox could feel the lube and his own spend as it slid down Alastor’s thighs, leaving a sticky mess to grow where he now sat on his pelvis, his half hard cock nestled back between sparse ass cheeks.
“You’re right. You have. I’ll just have to settle for that for now.” Vox hummed, rocking shallowly against him again, pulling out a surprised bleat from the Overlord above him.
“Haven’t you had enough, yet?” He gasped. “I already doubt my own ability to walk tomorrow.”
“Guess I’ll keep you all day, then. Not like we have anything to do. I’ll even make breakfast.”
“I have a job.” He argued, his breath hitching despite the argument. He wasn’t leaving and he never said to stop.
“We both know you don’t actually do anything at that place. Don’t lie.”
“You’re insatiable.” He grumbled, but his own hips now were responding in small movements. Vox took that as a green light, slipping back into Alastor’s still slick hole, both of them moaning at the feeling.
“For you? Yes.” Vox admitted, thrusting up as he pulled at Alastor’s hips to meet his.
****
Three months later, Vox was back in his avatar and heading back towards the bar, his outfit was clean and a tune on his lips. Alastor was already waiting for him, his feral grin softening slightly when his eyes met him.
The sight was still as breathtaking as when he saw it the first time weeks ago. Alastor still hadn’t said what was needed, but he was showing up weekly, he was making an effort.
It was a start.