Archive of Our Own

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Vox woke up, at first, groggy. It was always like that after being hypnotized. It took his mind a while to catch up as he laid there, looking at the ceiling. As soon as his systems were fully functioning again, Vox wished they weren’t.

All of the memories flooded back to him with stark detail. Him getting drunk, being mad, hypnotizing himself in a strip club. 

Vox wasn’t surprised that a couple sinners found him and started to use him. That’s exactly the reason why he didn’t want anyone to find him—he knows the things people are here for. He’s either going to get assaulted or murdered.

It just so happens that the first time he was found, as well as the second, it was by the one person he actually didn’t mind taking advantage of him. The one he actively wanted to do again. 

Vox groaned as he remembered that the sinners live-streamed it. He looks over at his phone, seeing that it was still blowing up with messages. From social media, mostly. Lots of people wished that it were them. However, he was getting a lot of emails from worried fans asking if he’s okay. That’s good, at least. 

Vox sat up in his bed, throwing his legs over the bed. He’s wearing his shark pajamas. 

Vox’s face flushes. No wonder he was feeling so comfortable, he’s wearing his absolute favorite outfit. Other than his shark onesie. He remembers Alastor being the last one here, and no one else would do this for him, so he obviously changed him. 

He didn’t understand why it was done so thoughtfully, though.

That is until he remembered how Alastor was talking whilst fucking him. Vox shivers at the memory—he’s so happy he gets to remember that. Vox remembers every last thrust with a staggering amount of clarity. This is exactly what he wanted the second time. He isn’t sure why Alastor decided to let him remember this time, but he isn’t going to complain.

Vox needs time to think about this. A lot of time. He needs to study every last detail of what Alastor did so he can figure out how to approach this. 

He assumes it was all done out of entertainment. To play with Vox while he’s an obedient plaything. The things Alastor was saying, though.. it sounded like it was more than that. 

Vox really needs to spend some time thinking about this.

He puts on his shark slippers, dragging himself into his living room. He should probably eat something. Vox hasn’t eaten anything for a while, so while he’s eating breakfast and drinking coffee, he can sit down and think through everything-

“Vox! Get your ass out here right now or I’m breaking down this fucking door!” A feminine, familiar voice suddenly sounded from outside his door, followed by loud banging.

Vox blinks, ah, perhaps he should deal with that first. Vox sighs, mentally preparing himself for a tough conversation before he opens the door.

Standing there was none other than Velvette, with Valentino standing not too far behind her. “Fucking finally! I was about to assume you were dead!” Velvette tells Vox, a pissed off expression all over her face.

Vox glances at Valentino, who didn’t seem to be much happier, before he groans. He leans against his doorframe, “Well, thankfully, I’m not. Why exactly are you guys here?”

“What the fuck do you mean why are we here?! We saw you nearly get raped, and then Alastor came and ripped those guys apart! I assumed he ripped you apart after the stream went dead!” Velvette informs Vox, pushing him aside to walk into his place. Valentino follows after her, and Vox has no choice but to allow them. 

He shuts the door once they’re inside, already making themselves at home by sitting on his couch. Vox was going to sit on a random armchair, but before he knew it, Valentino grabbed him and forced him between the two of them on the couch.

“Did he hurt you, Voxxy? I swear, we’ll kill that deer.” Valentino asks Vox, checking him for any injuries, to which he finds none.

Vox shakes Valentino off, “No, he- ugh, he didn’t hurt me.” Vox tells Valentino, and before he could express his doubt, Velvette speaks up once more.

“When the fuck were you going to tell us you could hypnotize yourself?!”

“Never.” Vox tells them plain and simple. “Why would I ever tell you guys something like that?”

Velvette looks like she wants to strangle him. “Oh, I don’t know, so maybe we can help you out?! Make sure you don’t end up on the side of the road vulnerable to any sinner that walks across you??” Velvette expresses her frustration by jabbing her finger roughly into his chest.

Vox squirms away from her jabbing finger, “It isn’t that big of a deal! Before this, literally no one ever found me.”

Valentino pouts, “How many times has this even happened, babe?”

“..I don’t know, like, fifty times?”

Velvette makes a sound of pure exasperation. “Fifty times and you didn’t think to warn us at all that this is such a common occurrence?! It was only a matter of time, you idiot!”

Vox raises both of his hands out of surrender, “Okay, fine, you made your point! But what’s done is done. Now all of hell knows I have such a big weakness.” Vox was seriously considering killing all of hell to keep his secret. Sure, it’ll die out soon if he doesn’t pay any attention to it. Especially considering a new big scandal is sure to come out by tomorrow. But Vox seriously can’t handle any teasing about it.

She sighs, “Correct. My feed is absolutely blowing up with posts about it.” Velvette informs Vox, showing him a couple memes. Lots of posts of his blissed out face, too. 

Vox groans, head in hands. “What a fucking nightmare.”

“Babe, you have to tell us what happened after the stream went dark. What did that freak do to you? Can you even remember?” Valentino asks Vox, clearly quite keen in figuring out what Alastor did with him.

Vox debates telling them what happened. He could lie, tell them Alastor left him for dead somewhere and he managed to crawl back here. But then there would be the question how no one else found him and how no pictures of that were taken.

This was such a complicated situation. “..He fucked me.”

If Valentino had a drink, he would’ve spit it out. He chokes on air, eyes wide. “He fucked you?! Does he even know how to do that?”

“Yes, he fucked me! Before you ask, I’m not giving you any details, Val.” Vox informs Valentino, much to his displeasure. Vox was taking that to the grave. No one else needs to know how Alastor is in bed.. and no one needs to know how pathetic and desperate he was for him.

“So, what—he fucked you and then just.. left you here?” Velvette asks, suspicious. If they know the Radio Demon at all, and they do, then that story sounds incredibly believable. 

If Vox hadn’t experienced it, he would’ve been hard pressed to believe it too. “Correct, he did.”

Velvette raises an eyebrow, looking back on her phone. “I guess that makes a little more sense then.” Velvette says, and now Vox is confused.

“What makes more sense?” Vox asks. He has absolutely no idea what she could be talking about. What else could’ve possibly happened?

Velvette plays a clip from one of Alastor’s broadcasts. From the sounds of it, it’s new as well.

The audio had horrified screaming in the background, with a lot of wet sounds. Vox would’ve cringed if he wasn’t so transfixed. 

“I think you look much better like this rather than behind your little device making untasteful comments about a certain picture box.” Alastor’s voice said clearly despite the screaming behind him.

Vox shivered, was Alastor talking about him? He’s the only picture box Alastor knows. 

“This disgusting pest will make a halfway decent meal. I suppose I can salvage his lungs and intestines. Looking at them up close, they aren’t the worst thing I’ve seen in my years of life.”

Velvette pauses it with a grimace, clearly having not enjoyed the sounds that were coming from behind Alastor. As well as him beginning to describe his meal. “I was confused as to why he was killing that guy for you, but I guess if you fucked, it makes sense.”

“..Do you guys think he likes me?” Vox asks, looking between the two.

They both pause, before bursting out into laughter. Vox is confused and embarrassed whilst they laugh. Valentino is holding his side whilst Velvette is doubled over, nearly falling off of the couch.

Valentino wipes a tear from his eye, grinning down at Vox. “Is it not obvious, babe? That man has obviously never touched anyone else, let alone fucked anyone else.” Valentino informs Vox as he was clearly too dense to consider that.

Velvette nods, still chuckling. “Seriously—did that hypnosis melt your brain or something? There’s no way he isn’t into you.”

Vox really tried to not get his hopes up. He’s done it before—when he assumed that Alastor was his friend. But with the reassurance, it was getting really hard to not think of them as practically already together. “Really?”

Velvette shrugs, “I’m no relationship expert, especially for old guys, but he could’ve easily murdered you. Instead, he fucks you, and then still doesn’t murder you after.” Velvette points out, which was true. He had plenty of chances to get rid of Vox, but he didn’t. He kept him alive. Unscathed, even. “I think he at least enjoys fucking you.”

Vox can’t help but giggle like a teenage boy with a crush, “This is the best day ever.”

“I thought this was a nightmare?” Valentino asks with a light eye roll.

“How can this be a nightmare when Alastor likes me!!” Vox says, jumping up and off of the couch out of pure joy. “I have to go see him, like, right now.”

Velevette blinks, “Well, don’t get ahead of yourself. You still have things to do today.”

Vox groans, clearly not very pleased by this news. “Fine, fine.” Vox relents as he sinks back down onto the couch. He can do his work and then he can go see Alastor. However, even then, he doesn’t think he should. What if Alastor wants to be left alone? What if he’s busy? There’s too many factors. Too many things can go wrong. 

Velvette stands up, pulling Valentino up as well. “Okay, well, now we’ve figured out you’re still functional—we’ll get out of your hair. Or wires? I don’t know.” Velevette says with an annoyed expression, and Valentino chuckles.

“We’ll see you later, babe~” Valentino says with a grin, blowing him a kiss, before they’re both gone. Vox stays seated on his couch for a little while after, going over what they told him in his head.

Alastor killed.. at least one person after leaving him alone. He definitely killed more than one, though. Vox doesn’t know how many. Not only that but this is the third time he’s hypnotized himself and still being completely fine afterwards. Alastor has even fucked him during each time. This is a lot to process.

Vox thinks he should probably get to work now, though. With a snap of his fingers, his clothes change into his typical business suit. He smoothes out any wrinkles, making sure it looks pristine, before he looks at his schedule for the day.

Some meetings with sponsors, though he sees one has been canceled. Instead, it’s been replaced with a meeting with some guy he’s been promising a meeting to for a couple months now. He supposes he can’t push it back again. How annoying.

At least he’s going to get it out of the way, so he can never talk to him again.

Vox sighs, preparing himself for the day, before he walks out of his room. 

Vox was so glad that the day was finally over. The meetings had gone as expected. Boring but necessary. The sponsors expressed concern about the current controversy, and Vox easily quelled their worries. The other meeting went fine, all things considered. It was just as dreadful as he thought it would be but it was done now.

The rest of his day was spent in front of screens, typing away scripts and emails and managing concern. There weren't any programs he needed to film today, which he was thankful about. Live or recorded—Vox needed a day to make sure he had recovered. 

Now Vox had the rest of the day to do whatever he liked. The thing was.. he wanted to go to Alastor.

Vox wasn’t allowing himself to do that though so he was completely lost. The day was dragging on. At least when he was working time went somewhat quickly considering he was busy. Now, however, he has too much time and not enough things to do.

Vox supposed he could go chat with Valentino. Perhaps go see Velvette. See what they’re up to. He could also go outside or to a bar. But Vox didn’t want to. The public was still focused on what happened last night so Vox wanted to keep himself from more things popping up. 

He sighs, sinking into his bed further. He glances over at his mirror. For a second, he thinks about hypnotizing himself on purpose again.

Vox blushes, immediately shutting down that thought. He seriously has too much time on his hands right now.

Vox pushes himself off of his bed, moving around his room. What could he do instead of thinking? No outside appearances. There’s no work to be done. He doesn’t want to speak to his coworkers. 

There’s very, very little he can do.

Or.. maybe, he can..? Vox thinks that’s the best he can do. Obviously, it doesn’t help a number of issues, but it’s better than his thoughts.

Vox makes his way out of his bedroom through a small camera pointed at his door—as he absolutely wasn’t going to have a camera pointed anywhere else—and pops out in his office.

He sits down in the chair, turning on all of the screens, before switching them all to the cameras he has all over town. Now this is perfect. Vox can spy on everyone, which is productive, and he doesn’t need to think. All he has to do is watch. Usually there’s something at least somewhat interesting.

Vox looks at a few fights around, but they weren’t as violent as he liked them. It was honestly pathetic. There were some strangers making out, some passed out and absolutely black out drunk, some people doing drugs together.. gosh, this isn’t as interesting as he wanted.

Vox groans, moving onto the next set of cameras. The ones that were closer to the actual building. Typically people didn’t misbehave closer to Vox’s actual territory, though he owned all of this, but perhaps today they were.

It was just the same thing he saw on the other camera, except less. Vox groans—this is horrible. How is he supposed to be entertained if nothing interesting is going on?

Vox leans back in his chair, dissatisfied. He does another sweep across all of the cameras, before his eyes freeze. Oh, is that-

Vox jumps up out of his chair so he could lean in closer to the screens, narrowing his eyes in an effort to really focus. That is!

Alastor was walking down the street—towards the VoxTek building. 

Why was he walking? He could easily just teleport in here. He’s literally done it before. Most importantly, why was he coming here? Vox, based on the position of Alastor, recognized that he had about a minute before Alastor waltzed into the lobby. And the more he thinks about it, the less time he has. 

Why is he so worried? It’s just Alastor. Oh, who is he kidding, that’s exactly why he’s so worried! Who knows why he’s decided to stroll into his building. Through the front door, nonetheless. He wants to be seen, but why? He has so many questions. Too many questions.

Alastor grins wider as he walks into Vox’s lobby. His eyes scan around the room, noticing how each sinner that was loitering around here immediately froze. How lovely.

Alastor skips past the line in the reception, going immediately to the front. Thankfully, the one in front recognizes her place, and immediately backs up for him.

“Hello, dear!” Alastor greets the receptionist, who he recognizes has the name ‘Victoria.’ How endearing. “Might I inquire where Vox is?”

Victoria, justifiably, seems shocked about his presence. “Ah, well- sir, I’m afraid I don’t. He’s off of work so he could be anywhere.” Victoria informs Alastor, struggling to maintain composure but she still made a valiant effort. 

Just as Alastor was about to reply, he felt a familiar electrical presence in the air. He turns his head, finding Vox standing nearby, looking quite confused. 

Alastor steps out of the line, allowing the business to continue like usual without another word as he now has found what he was looking for. Hands behind his back, he considers Vox. He looks put together, and he obviously just had a full work day. He’s able to bounce back from things quite quickly.

“What are you doing here?” Vox’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts. He seemed confused, a tad hurt, but he could tell Vox was also excited that he was here. What an interesting mixture of feelings.

“I’m here to talk to you, my dear.” Alastor replies with a grin, “How about we go somewhere more.. private, yes?”

Vox stares at Alastor, obviously trying to figure out if that was a good idea. However, he makes the correct decision with a sigh. “Fine, follow me.” Vox says, leading them into the elevator. They’ll have to take the long way since he.. well, he doesn’t even want to try to pull Alastor through his cameras. It might go badly.

Alastor follows behind Vox, allowing him to lead the way. Alastor steps into the elevator, staff resting against the ground as Vox presses a button that he wasn’t paying attention to. It was an unnecessary detail.

The moment the elevator doors close, Vox turns to him. “Did we- did you-” Vox stutters, his mind working too quickly for his mouth. He had too many questions and they were all stumbling over the next one.

Alastor chuckles, placing a hand on Vox’s arm to get him to stop. “One question at a time.”

Vox stares at his hand for a second, before he finally speaks again, looking into his eyes. “Did we actually.. fuck?”

“Hm.. that’s an unpleasant way to put it. But yes, we did have intercourse.” 

“Multiple times.” Vox asks, eyes wide.

Alastor nods, confirming his clarification. Was this really the most pressing question on his mind? He finally gets to talk to Alastor about everything when he’s clear headed and he wants to think about the sex.

Vox laughs—it being one forced out of him out of pure shock. Perhaps the amount of excitement he was feeling too. “And this is real?”

Alastor rolls his eyes, “Get on with it.”

“Did you enjoy it?” Vox asks, still on the topic of sex.

Alastor supposed he could indulge Vox. This is the first time he’s had enough free will to ask his own questions, when Alastor has been asking him plenty of questions. The least he can do is allow Vox his own share of questions and truthful answers. “Yes, I did. I don’t do things I don’t enjoy—you know this.”

“Obviously, but- it’s different hearing it coming from your mouth.” Vox says, a huge grin plastered over his screen. “I, uh, heard that you continued to kill people after you left.” Vox mentions, finally moving away from sex.

Alastor chuckles, nodding. “Indeed. They made a decent enough meal. At least they weren’t entirely useless."

“They? How many people did you kill?” Vox asks curiously. He knew that he killed more than that one person that Velvette showed him but he was so curious to learn just how many.

“I’m assuming you didn’t listen to my special broadcast, then.” Alastor comments with a grin, “It was a longer marathon where I killed approximately fifteen of those wretched sinners.”

“Fifteen?!” Vox couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, face flushed. Alastor really killed fifteen people for him? He was expecting like seven or eight people. Most likely five. Not fifteen.

Alastor laughs, thinking his reaction was quite adorable. Thankfully for him, the elevator doors open, and he’s able to quickly walk out of the elevator before Alastor teases him. 

Alastor simply follows him, allowing him to slip away from the teasing. At least just this once. Vox leads him down a hall, before he opens up a door. “This is my room. You’ll.. probably recognize it when you walk in.” Vox says, unsure just how many times Alastor has been here but it’s at least three times.

Alastor walks in, allowing Vox to walk in afterwards. He hears him lock the door, that of which he doesn’t mind. Vox wouldn’t do anything stupid. He might make rash decisions sometimes, but Vox isn’t so idiotic.

Vox walks in front of Alastor afterwards, seemingly a bit nervous. “So.. what do you want to do?”

Alastor raises an eyebrow, grinning. “I’m sure you have something in mind, dear. Why don’t you tell me, hm?” Alastor offers. He could tell Vox had one thing on his mind, and he would allow Vox to speak about it.

“I.. do you.. want to hypnotize me again?”

Alastor hums, thinking over that offer. It was an interesting one. Even though he expected it, Alastor couldn’t help but think it over. “I’m not sure, I haven’t interacted with a conscious version of you for a little while.” Alastor comments with a grin.

Vox blushes, clearly embarrassed. “Right, of course, it was a stupid idea- I won’t mention it again.” 

“Now what’s with all of that panic, my dear? I never told you no.” Alastor informs Vox, approaching him. He forces Vox to crouch down a tad, rubbing the top of his screen. “We can do that in a bit. For now, I want you aware. Do you understand?”

Vox looks up at Alastor, nodding dumbly. “Yeah, I understand..”

“Very good!” Alastor praises, letting go of Vox and allowing him to stand back up. Vox does so, but he almost wishes he wasn’t. “Now, I admit, I have some questions to ask. Let’s go sit down.”

Alastor guides Vox over to his couch, sitting down with Vox sitting down next to him. Enough distance between them that Vox wasn’t going crazy and it was still respectful. 

Vox is clearly waiting for Alastor to speak first, anxiously at that, so Alastor relents and speaks first.

“..Last time you woke up. You ran away from me when I was attempting to court you. Can I ask you why?” Alastor questions Vox—uncharacteristically gentle about his tone and choice of words.

Vox blushes, clearly embarrassed by it now. He squirms a tad, “Well, I assumed.. I thought you were joking. That you were just going to laugh in my face if I accepted.” Vox informed Alastor, and he nodded, urging for him to continue. “So I got mad and left so you wouldn’t be able to.. get my hopes up like that.”

Alastor nods, taking a moment to properly formulate a response to Vox. “I understand why you took it the way you did. I don’t blame you for running,” Alastor prefaces his words first, “However, I did mean what I said. I want you to know that.”

“You.. actually want to go steady with me?” Vox questions, softly as though he was worried if he said it too loudly he would wake up from this dream.

“Yes, I would like to court you, Vincent.” Alastor states, a small, genuine smile on his face. One that Vox doesn’t think he’s ever seen. It made him completely melt.

Vox practically throws himself on top of Alastor from where they were sitting on the couch, forcing Alastor to lay down with a huff of surprise whilst Vox wrapped his arms around him. “Well, by all means, I’m ready to be courted!” Vox informs Alastor with the biggest grin he’s ever expressed.

After he recovers from the shock, Alastor places one hand on Vox’s back, soothingly patting the surface. He chuckles lightly, “I can see that.”

Vox seems to realize that he might be imposing, so he releases Alastor and backs up a bit on the couch. As soon as Alastor is sat back up, Vox decides to speak again. “Now that we’re.. going steady or whatever you want to call it, what are we.. going to do now?” Vox questions. He was a tad bit lost as to what the next step would be here.

He’s been in his fair share of relationships, but never with a man he’s been longing to be together with for seventy or so years. Vox can’t help but feel nervous. Even though Alastor explicitly stated he wanted to do this, Vox couldn’t help but feel if he said or did something wrong that this would be done with as soon as it started.

Alastor hums, considering the question. Vox has agreed to be courted by him, yes. “The next step would be to go to dinner, correct?”

Vox blinked, before nodding eagerly. “Okay, yeah, we can do that!! When do you want to do that?”

“Hm. In a couple hours, let’s say.” Alastor informs Vox, who blinks. 

That’s absolutely not enough to make himself look as presentable as he wants to be for Alastor on their first date. He has to update all of his systems to the highest quality, has to scrub his body to shiny perfection, has to choose the perfect outfit—it was a lot to do with not a lot of time.

Regardless, Vox smiles and nods. He’s too smitten to say no to anything he suggests. “Of course, a couple hours it is! Where are we going?”

Alastor simply grins, “Just meet me outside of your tower, okay? I’ll guide you to where we’re going once we’re together.” 

“Oh, all right! Okay, that sounds nice, I’m really excited..” Vox says, unable to stop himself from rambling due to the pure joy he was feeling.

“I can see, my dear.” Alastor says with a chuckle, before he stands up from the couch. Vox immediately followed his lead. “I’ll leave to prepare myself for our date, then. I’ll see you in a couple hours.” 

Vox nods with a big, dopey grin, “Of course! I’ll see you soon!” Vox watches as Alastor nods in acknowledgment with a smile before he disappears into the shadows, leaving him alone.

Immediately, he rushes out of his room to start updating his systems to make sure they were as up to date as possible. Then he would have to clean himself, then dress himself—Vox couldn’t think. 

He just had to do otherwise he wasn’t going to be getting it all done in time.

Vox stood nervously outside of his tower, adjusting his tie for the umpteenth time since he stepped outside of his building. He had been so worried about being late, but here he was, stuck waiting for Alastor to show up.

Surely he wasn’t joking about everything, right? He hadn’t made all of that up, gotten his hopes up, just to stand him up and laugh at him the next time he sees him? That couldn’t be. It really couldn’t. 

Vox truly doesn’t think he could look at Alastor anymore if he did that. It would break him. How was he supposed to trust anyone when Alastor seemed so genuine? Like he actually meant it? Vox wanted to believe it so, so much.

Perhaps he was stupid for believing him. Vox should’ve known to not get his hopes up, and yet here he was, standing stupidly outside of his office while there’s people around staring at him. No doubt whispering about the stupid thing he did last night, and the fact that he’s just standing here as if he’s waiting for someone.

Someone that clearly isn’t going to be coming even though he so badly wanted him to. Vox should just leave, lock himself in his room, and rot until someone finds his body-

“Vincent?” A voice drags him out of his spiraling, his spirits immediately lifting when he sees Alastor standing before him.

Vox stared at Alastor unabashedly. He thinks after making Vox panic like that he deserves to stare a little bit. He was wearing a tuxedo that Vox hadn’t ever seen before. It was clean, vintage. Browns, cremes, and reds were in the tux. A red bow tie, brown suit and creme details. It looked beautiful on him. 

“You look gorgeous..” Vox mumbled, truly not even meaning to. It had just slipped out without thinking about it.

Alastor chuckles, and Vox swore there was blush dusting his cheeks. “Thank you, dear. You don’t look too bad yourself.” Alastor gives Vox praise in return.

Vox blushes quite a lot. He better look good. He spent so long stressing over what he should wear, to the point he was worried he was going to have to go outside naked. He was wearing a classic black and blue suit, with black being the main color and blue being used for the details. His blue tie was perfectly sitting against his chest, his black jacket was perfectly straight, and his black pants were perfectly placed onto his legs. 

“Thank you, I’m aware.” Vox says in reply, which makes Alastor playfully scoff.

Alastor offers an arm, to which Vox happily chains his arm in Alastor’s. Alastor begins to walk down the street, with Vox buzzes at. The way everyone was seeing Alastor being affectionate with him.. he didn’t even care about the media coverage this might get. All he cares about is how Alastor is being public with this. How he isn’t hiding their relationship at all. Vox is sure he’s double died and gone to heaven.

“So, where are we going?” Vox asks Alastor with a grin, curious to know exactly where he was being led to.

Alastor simply smiles, “You’ll find out, dear.”

Vox huffs, clearly unsatisfied by this reply. “What if you’re taking me to some back alleyway to kill me? I should really be worried, you know.” Vox comments.

Alastor cocks a brow with a snort, “I don’t really see you struggling, my dear. If I didn’t know any better, I would think you were welcoming me to drag you to some unknown location to kill you.”

Vox does his best to hide that shiver that goes down his spine. How humiliating. “Yeah, yeah.. at least feed me before you kill me.”

“That’s what I was planning.” Alastor tells Vox with a grin, and Vox is just glad he ignored the shiver.

“I guess I’ll take that.”

“Yes, you will~” Alastor teases, enjoying the blush and sputtering from Vox. He’s truly so easy to fluster.

After a while of walking, with some banter along the way, Alastor suddenly stopped. Vox took a second to look at the restaurant that Alastor had brought him to. It was fancy—very fancy. Upon closer look, he remembered it was one that he and Alastor had always wanted to go to together. Obviously that didn’t exactly work out. Now, however, they were finally getting to.

Vox assumed they were going to have to wait in the line for a while, but Alastor walked right up to the bouncer, cutting everyone off. “Hello, I believe I’m on the list.” Alastor informs the bouncer with a grin.

The bouncer takes a second to blink before immediately opening the rope to block off guests from just walking straight in. “Of course, Radio Demon. Welcome and enjoy your stay.” He states, and Alastor doesn’t bother to reply.

He simply takes Vox inside—who was on the verge of exploding from how excited he was.

The hostess quickly got them set up at the very best table, that of which was specifically reserved for them, for as long as they needed. They were set up with their menus before being left alone to decide. With the complimentary alcohol, of course.

Vox picks up his menu, grinning extremely big as he looks over the options. “Gosh, this is such a nice place.. when did you book this?”

“As soon as I left your tower.” Alastor tells Vox, who looks at him incredulously. 

“You booked this a couple hours ago?! This place has, like, a year waitlist for the next available table! How did you get a table—no, this table—in just a couple hours?” Vox had been attempting to come to this place for a while. Even with his status, he was still denied cutting in the line. So he just never bothered. How did Alastor pull this off?

Alastor chuckles with a wicked smile on his face. He shrugs, “I pulled a couple strings. Regardless, we’re here, are we not?” Alastor informs Vox, wishing for them to move on from this topic.

Vox relents, “You’re right.. what are you going to eat here?”

Alastor glances down at the menu before looking back up at Vox. “Truthfully, I wasn’t going to be getting anything.”

“Wha- nothing? Why?”

“Not exactly my food of choice.”

Vox was confused, before he remembered the fact that Alastor preferred sinner meat. And this place wasn’t exactly within Cannibal Town, so the chances of having things that are cannibal friendly are slim to none. “We could’ve gone somewhere you could eat at, you know..”

Alastor shrugs, clearly indifferent by the fact that he couldn’t eat much here. “I enjoy seeing your happy face more than I enjoy eating.”

If Alastor keeps talking like that, Vox doesn’t think he’s going to make it to them getting their food in the first place. He blushes quite a bit, “W-Well.. as long as you’re sure you don’t mind.”

“I’m sure, my dear.” Alastor says with a smile that Vox was sure seemed way too soft for his mouth. It was uncanny.. but in a way that Vox loved. He wanted to see more of it. He wanted to be the only one who would ever see it.

Vox blushes but nods as his answer as words are escaping him currently. Instead of embarrassing himself further, he looks at the menu more carefully to see what exactly he wanted. Naturally, he made his way to the most expensive section. He assumed he would be paying for himself so there was no need to cheap out on himself. Besides, if not him paying, they’re going to skip the tab. Either option, he isn’t wanting to cheap out on the off chance that Alastor would pay. Not that Vox will allow him to.

There was a lot of good selection. Wagyu Beef, Bluefin Tuna, White Truffles—lots to choose from. It was almost hard to choose exactly what he wanted. Except Vox knew what he was going to be eating tonight.

“Hello, my name is Lexie and I will be taking care of you two tonight! Can I get you started on anything?” Their waiter approached them as Vox studied the menu. 

Vox looked up at her, setting down his menu. “Yes, I’m ready to take my order.”

“I’m ready when you are!” Lexie says with a polite, customer-service smile.

“I’ll have the Polmard Cote de Boeuf as well as the finest, most expensive whiskey you have.” Vox tells the waiter, who writes down the order before turning to Alastor with a smile.

Alastor hums, tapping his claws on the table. “I would ask for you to bring me the worst server you have here to eat, but I don’t suppose that’s how this restaurant works.” 

Lexie blinks, laughing nervously. “Unfortunately, sir, it isn’t. Is there anything else you’d enjoy..?”

“I’m afraid not.” Alastor states, simply grinning at her.

“Ah.. I’m very sorry, sir..”

“No matter. Just get what this fine gentleman ordered, yes?” Alastor brushes off the apology. It truly didn’t matter that much. It’s not as though Alastor was expecting to eat any sinners here today.

Lexie nods, “Of course. I’ll be with your food as soon as it’s done!” She informs Vox, before she hurries off to inform the kitchen of his order after collecting their menus.

Vox turns to Alastor with a grin, “It would’ve been nice if she actually provided that for you.”

Alastor chuckles with a shrug, “I can always feed myself when we leave.”

“You’re right.” Vox says, leaning back in his chair, “This is really nice. I’m happy that you brought me here.”

“Did you not already say that?” Alastor couldn’t help but tease Vox.

He huffs, “I’m allowed to say something more than once. I just want you to know I’m having a good time.”

“I’m glad you are, Vincent.”

“Oh my hell, is that Vox?” A voice suddenly pops up above all of the chatter surrounding them, one of Alastor’s ears perking up as he hears the comment. 

Another voice responds to the other person that was speaking. “I think it is.. and is he with the Radio Demon?”

“That’s so weird. First, Vox whores himself out, and now he’s trying to suck up to the Radio Demon?”

“He’s really fallen from being any type of respectable figure. He’s so pathetic.”

“I have no idea why anyone is defending him after he bent over that sink for those guys. It’s sad they died, really, they were doing everyone a favor.”

Alastor was finding it hard to not interrupt their date in favor of taking care of those two people. A man and a woman, he could tell. Perhaps a couple on their first date—attempting to bond over their shared hate of Vox.

Vox noticed Alastor’s shift, the way his ears perked up and the way he straightened despite no one looking at them. Vox knew that something was wrong. At the very least, something changed. “What’s the issue?”

Alastor focuses back on Vox with a blink, his posture relaxing ever so slightly. “Oh, it’s nothing, my dear.” Alastor brushes Vox off with a smile, but Vox wasn’t having it.

“Something is obviously wrong. You can’t hide it. Just spit it out, Al.”

He sighs briefly, “I’m just attempting to control my need for violence.”

“Violence?” Vox questions, quite confused where this came up. “Why would you need to inflict violence? Is someone here, like, talking bad about you? Because I can easily take care of whoever it is.” Vox tells Alastor, already getting amped up at the thought that some people are trash talking the Radio Demon.

Alastor laughs, and Vox deflates a tad. “What? What’s funny?” Vox asks, worried that Alastor thought he couldn’t actually do anything.

Alastor wipes away a metaphorical tear from eye, “Oh, Vincent, they’re talking badly about you. Not me.”

Vox hadn’t expected that, not one bit. Alastor wants to murder however many people here because they’re talking badly about him? Yeah, Alastor has obviously killed people for him before, but it was just hard to believe something like that could make Alastor want to murder them so badly.

“..Oh.” Vox replies, his face entirely flushed. “I mean, I’m not stopping you. I would never stop you.” 

Alastor grins, “You’re too sweet.” He easily praises, before standing up. 

Vox watches him quickly walk away to a table that was nearby. Vox didn’t follow Alastor over. He would prefer to not be in his way whenever he starts. He sees Alastor talking to them, the way he remains entirely in control whilst they begin to shake and panic.

Then, his tentacles appear from behind his back, and they grab the two people, smashing them together. 

There was a sickening crunch as their skulls collided at such a speed. Even from far away, Vox could hear it, and it made a wave of heat go down his body and collect directly between his legs. 

Just then a realization overtook him: this was all done by the Radio Demon—for him. Not for fun, though that was certainly a part of it, but for revenge. Because those two unfortunate souls decided to make fun of Vox when Alastor was paying attention to their surroundings. Not only that, but he killed fifteen people for him prior. 

Vox sighs, it being a sound of pure and utter love, as he watches Alastor tear off a limb of one of the people. Blood starts to splatter, and he watches people scream and run away just in case Alastor turns to murder them next.

Vox doesn’t understand the screaming or running. This is hell. This isn’t life on Earth. Everyone here is a monster, why not embrace it? Why not just stay? Vox supposes not everyone can be as strong as he and Alastor. Vox would never be worried if someone else came and did this. Vox knows he’s strong enough to survive.

Vox sees as Alastor starts painting the place with blood. It was truly what this place needed. A splatter of blood here and there. It was red, Alastor’s color. Vox absolutely adored the color of blood. 

Now, Vox wasn’t really into cannibalism. But he couldn’t help but be happy for Alastor as he starts to eat the remains of one of the bodies. Vox did need to look away though because the idea of himself doing so crept in and it made him nauseous.

When Alastor came back, Vox immediately noticed the way he was covered in blood. He hadn’t held back at all and it made Vox’s body heat up even more. Vox didn’t even think that was possible, but Alastor seemingly always found a way. 

“Those sinners won’t be insulting you ever again.” Alastor says matter of factly as he slides himself back into his seat with a grin.

Vox stares at Alastor for an embarrassing amount of time before he realizes it was his turn to speak. It was incredibly difficult to focus on anything but Alastor and the way he desperately needed him. “Ah.. thank you, Al.”

Just as Alastor was about to reply, the waiter—shakily—approached the two of them with Vox’s food in hand. “Uhm, here is your food, sir..” Lexie states, sliding the food onto the table in front of Vox. Then, she slides the bottle of whiskey on the table as well as two glasses. 

He looks up at her with a grin. At least she had the guts to actually serve him. “Thanks.” Vox replies with a lazy smile, glad to finally have his food. It gave him an escape from his embarrassment. He was also hungry.

“Of course, sir, if you need anything else, let me know..”

“Yeah, yeah. Will do.” Vox dismisses her as he begins to eat his food, humming in satisfaction from the taste. Vox was glad that this place made good food, otherwise he would’ve been incredibly disappointed. All of the buildup and for what? Terrible food?

Vox couldn’t help but feel a shiver creep up his back from the feeling of someone watching him. It couldn’t have been anyone else but Alastor. 

“..What are you staring at? Is there something on my face?” Vox asks with a cheeky grin before he takes another bite of his food.

Alastor hums, tilting his head. “I’m just considering what I’m going to be doing to you after this.”

Vox nearly chokes on his food from the shock of Alastor saying that. He was expecting some type of insult, but instead he got.. that. Vox didn’t even know how to reply to it. “Really? Why?” Vox asked, unsure what else he could even say. A question that didn’t sound overly weird, anyways.

“It’s nice to be prepared.” Alastor responds causually—as though it was as monotonous as the weather.

Vox was baffled by Alastor sometimes. No, most of the time. “..I’m trying to eat here, there’s no need to get me overly excited.” Vox mumbles, almost hoping Alastor didn’t hear him.

By the way Alastor’s eyes brighten, Vox knew Alastor heard him. “Have you been waiting for this? Why, we only just had intercourse last night. You are insatiable, aren’t you?”

“It’s hard to not be when it’s you, Al.”

Now it’s Alastor’s turn to be flustered. If only the slight twitch of his ear and the small amount of blush dusting his cheeks. That enough was already him flushing. “You’re making it hard to wait, my dear.” Alastor replies with a smile.

Vox looks up at Alastor, taking a moment to finish his bite before he swallows. “I’m ready whenever you’re finished waiting.” Vox smiles teasingly at him, taking another bite of his food.

Alastor lets Vox eat the rest of that bite, before he reaches over to grab Vox’s wrist. “If you’re truly willing, then how about we leave now?” 

Vox stares at Alastor, a small whine escaping him. “I was ready the moment you killed those guys.”

“You’re such a freak, my dear.” 

“Says you, Al.” 

Alastor chuckles, “When did I say being a freak was an insult?”

Vox shivers, abruptly standing up before he goes over to Alastor. He places his hands on either side of Alastor’s chair, blocking him in. “Are you going to continue teasing me or are you going to take responsibility for what you’re doing to me?”

Alastor could easily push Vox away if he wished to. He could tell Vox to sit back down and finish his dinner just to make him squirm for longer. Alastor, however, doesn’t think he could wait for Vox to eat the rest of his dinner. Alastor can always feed Vox some of his own cooking later.

Vox can’t help but squeak as a tentacle suddenly slithers up his leg. Just as he let go of Alastor’s chair, the Radio Demon stood up, and allowed many more tentacles to start caressing the Television Demon.

Vox whimpers as a tentacle forces his hands behind his back, squirming at the way a few others were sliding up his shirt, rubbing his thighs—dangerously close to the tent straining in his pants, and one even wrapped around his throat. He was completely consumed.

“I think I’m able to do both, aren’t I?” Alastor mocks with a laugh, enjoying the weak glare Vox gave him.

“You’re such a m-mynx.” Vox complains, attempting to move his hips against the tentacles to gain some kind of friction or pleasure, but he wasn’t able to do much of anything to benefit himself. 

Alastor hums, glancing around the place, seeing how a few of the brave sinners still lingering around were watching. He won’t be surprised if a few have taken pictures or are recording. Whilst Alastor enjoyed everyone seeing that Vox belonged to him, Alastor would prefer to keep the majority of Vox’s performance private.

Vox keens as the tentacle around his throat tightens; enough to keep pressure but not enough to suffocate. Most likely due to the annoyance Alastor felt. 

“I don’t suppose you want to do this here, my dear?” Alastor questions, but he doesn’t wait for an answer. Before Vox could even think about opening his mouth, the feeling of floating in nothing consumed him. He was only grounded by the tentacles continuing to move against him.

Only when they landed in Alastor’s room did the floating feeling cease, as well as the tentacle’s hold on his body.

Vox gasped as he fell, but thankfully Alastor was gracious enough to only have him drop on his bed and not the floor. Vox was very thankful for that.

Vox looked like a mess—thanks to the tentacle’s doing. His tie was loose and crooked, his jacket was crinkled, there was an obvious tent at the front of his pants, ect; the list went on. Alastor quite enjoyed having such a pathetic little man on his bed, just for him.

Alastor chuckles, crawling onto the bed and over Vox—but not before placing the stolen whiskey on his dresser. There was no need to waste such an expensive bottle. “What a lovely gift I have here~” Alastor teases, claw tracing the underside of Vox’s screen.

Vox almost followed the touch until he stopped himself, looking away from Alastor. He squirmed underneath him, which made Alastor a bit concerned.

“What’s the matter, hm?” Alastor asks, forcing Vox to look back at him.

Vox seems to be quite embarrassed as he looks at Alastor, hesitating for a moment before finally speaking. “I.. I want you to hypnotize me again.” Vox mumbles. He feels like he’s going to explode from humiliation right now.

Alastor raises a brow, but doesn’t seem weirded out. It would be rather hypocritical to be against such a thing now. “Of course, my dear.” Alastor replies, which makes Vox relax significantly. “Any particular reason why?”

Vox tenses up again, “..I want to be good for you. I don’t want to overthink any of this and end up doing something stupid.” Vox explains his thoughts to Alastor, thinking it sounded rather dumb saying it out-loud to Alastor now. It was too late to take it back now, though.

Alastor takes a moment to look at Vox as he processes what he was told. All the while, to make sure Vox stayed relaxed, he gently played with his antenna. It made him focus on the feeling and not how Alastor hadn’t said anything yet, thankfully. 

Alastor was just considering how he, eventually, did want to play with Vox whilst he’s fully conscious. However, If Vox being fully at his mercy makes him more comfortable currently, Alastor isn’t one to deny him of that. Alastor can’t say he doesn’t enjoy being able to control exactly what Vox is thinking and doing. 

“Alright, mon cher.” Alastor replies at last, placing a gentle kiss to where Vox’s cheek would be if he technically had one. Alastor pulls back, getting off of the bed and instead going to his desk.

Vox watches him look through a drawer, before he pulls out a handheld mirror. Vox blushes at what he was supposed to do with that mirror. He didn’t need an explanation—it was fairly obvious.

Alastor walks back over to Vox, a grin on his face. He faces the mirror towards Vox, urging him to take it into his hands.

Using both of his hands, Vox holds the mirror, looking at himself. He looked anxious. Normally, when he looked into a mirror, he shot himself cocky looks as he admired himself and his beauty. Now, however, he just felt nerves building in his gut. Vox didn’t want to mess this up.

Vox is snapped out of his thoughts by a hand on the side of his face, gently rubbing his screen. “Just activate your hypnosis powers and let yourself fall for me, yeah?” Alastor encourages, and Vox’s body shudders at the words.

Vox needs Alastor so, so badly. Vox looks back at the mirror, at himself, hesitating a moment longer. Vox was just so very worried about doing something wrong. He’s never actually done this willingly—aside from one time—and it’s never been in front of another person. Especially not Alastor. He cared more about what Alastor thought than the entirety of hell. 

“You can do it, mon amour.. I’ll take very good care of you, I promise..” Alastor lets his voice soothe Vox, enjoying the way Vox relaxes into the sound of his voice.

Finally, Vox takes a deep breath, and looks into the spiral.

The anxiety leaving him is immediate. Instead, all he feels is bliss and an intense feeling of safety. He’s never felt so safe before. Even in the spiral’s hold, it didn’t quite feel so amazing to be blank.

Tell Alastor you’ve dropped.

Just as the thought registers, and his eyes move away from the mirror so he would be able to reach up to his antennas, his eyes find red.

Vox can’t help but lean forwards, towards the red, as he realizes exactly why he felt so safe. Alastor is already here, watching him, making sure he’s okay. Vox practically falls into his arms, and Alastor’s arms wrap around him. 

He whines, “A-Al..” Vox can’t help but call out his name, holding desperately onto his jacket.

Alastor chuckles at the pathetic display Vox is putting on for him. This is exactly why they had to be in private. No one but himself is allowed to see Vox in such a state. Not when Vox is so vulnerable. Alastor will be sure to take very good care of him now and forever whenever he accidentally finds himself fallen. 

“Oh, puppy.. you need me, don’t you?” Alastor teases, smiling at the way Vox grips his jacket even tighter.

Vox moves his hips to be mounted on top of Alastor’s thigh, beginning to rut his bulge up against Alastor. Vox couldn’t help himself when he’s just a puppy in desperate need for his owner. “P-Please, master!” 

Alastor stills Vox’s hips—much to Vox’s chagrin—before he picks Vox up. Vox allows Alastor to move him however he wants, which is how he ends up between Alastor’s legs with his ass in the air and legs spread.

Vox nudges Alastor’s clothed crotch with his face, but Alastor stops him when he speaks, “Patience, my sweet boy. You have to take off my pants first.”

Vox whimpers, but obediently does as told, taking off Alastor’s belt and then fumbling to take off his pants. Then, he’s just left with Alastor’s boxers, and he looks up at Alastor desperately. He wants to pleasure him so badly.

Alastor plays with Vox’s antenna gently as he grins down at Vox. “Show me how badly you want me, hm?” Alastor asks. It was hard to not take advantage of how obedient Vox currently was. 

Vox whimpers, looking up at Alastor with tears in his eyes as he grips onto Alastor’s hips. “P-Please, master, I need y-you in my mouth soo badly! I wanna taste you, please..” Vox begs just like he was meant to.

Alastor can’t help but shiver a bit. Vox has always been good using his mouth. Alastor will have to see Vox being good with his mouth in another way once more. “Alright, puppy, you’ve earned it. Take your treat~” Alastor gives his permission to Vox.

Vox keens, ripping Alastor’s boxers in the way he haphazardly forced them down. Vox didn’t seem to even notice, not when Alastor’s cock slapped against his face when it sprang out. Vox’s hips wagged as though he had a tail, showing his excitement, before he swallowed down Alastor’s cock in one gulp.

Vox let it hit the back of his throat, gagging on it, but he didn’t even think about pulling away. Instead, he just let tears fall down his screen as he bobbed his head up and down. 

Alastor groaned at the enthusiasm Vox was showing as he used his tongue and hollowed out his cheeks. Alastor didn’t understand how Vox could be so good with his mouth—in more ways than one. It was a miracle. A miracle that Alastor truly didn’t mind.

“Good boy, keep going..” Alastor praises, his hand reassuringly rubbing the back of his screen to encourage him.

Vox is unaware when a tentacle suddenly appears from behind Alastor’s back. It goes underneath Vox, until the tip is pressed up against Vox’s entrance.

Vox’s eyes shoot open, looking up at Alastor with some confusion. Alastor chuckles through the pleasure Vox was still giving him, “Don’t worry about it, puppy.. just take it.” Alastor reassures Vox, who relaxes and goes back to doing what he was told to. Vox will take whatever Alastor gives him gratefully.

The tentacle was already slick as it prodded against Vox’s entrance. It was an odd feeling, but one that he eagerly welcomed. He even opened his legs up more, just to help.

Vox whined around Alastor’s cock as the tentacle started to enter him. It’s thin as it goes inside, which Vox can’t help but be slightly disappointed about. However, it goes deep inside of Vox. It slithers inside until Vox swore it would be disturbing his organs if he had any. It was a weird feeling, but one that Alastor was giving him, so he loved it.

It wasn’t until something the tentacle did that he actually found pleasure in it. It began to expand inside of him, filling him out. Vox whimpers around Alastor’s cock, squirming a bit but never dreaming of pulling away from any of Alastor.

Alastor quite enjoys the way Vox takes what he gives Vox, humming at the feeling of Vox squeezing around his tentacle. It was as good as his cock being inside of Vox.

Vox cried as the tentacle filled him up more than he’s ever been filled up before, and deeper than anything has ever hit. Vox was utterly stuffed by Alastor’s tentacle and it was a delicious burn. 

Then, Vox felt the tentacle press up against the underside of him—more specifically, against his untouched cock. Every part of him was now being touched by some part of Alastor. Vox truly wouldn’t have this any other way. It was perfect. 

Vox whined at the feeling of the tentacle leaving where it had nestled inside of him, feeling utterly empty. As the tentacle left, though, he felt it rub against his cock. 

During all of this, he had been doing his very best to still pleasure Alastor’s cock. Vox wanted to fulfill his order so badly. But the moment the tentacle slammed back inside of him, Vox felt so much pleasure that he couldn’t help but go limp.

Vox wasn’t given any moment to recover, the tentacle beginning to fuck him deeper and harder than anything ever has or will ever do. His mouth was still filled by Alastor’s cock, but he was simply warming it—save for his screams and moans. 

Alastor found himself not minding. It was adorable to see Vox be completely drowning in pleasure, unable to do anything but moan and take it. Alastor plays with his antenna, grinning down at him. “You’re such a good puppy for your master.. you’re so perfect.. you could never do anything wrong. You’re just my sweet boy, baby..” Alastor reassures and praises Vox through the pleasure, enjoying the way he shivered and moaned.

Vox was a complete and utter mess. Tears rolled down his face, drool slipping out of his mouth and onto the bed. Alastor could feel the slick against his tentacle where it was rubbing against Vox’s cock. He wouldn’t be surprised if he’d already cum once, but he couldn’t tell, and Vox couldn’t tell him.

Alastor wanted to use Vox for hours. He honestly, truly did. He doesn’t think he could ever get bored of Vox on his cock, taking whatever Alastor decides to give him. It was such a beautiful sight.

When Vox’s body begins to slip as he is completely limp, another tentacle gently holds his hips and waist up. Just so Vox could relax into the feeling without needing to worry about keeping himself up. 

“Aw.. you’re so pretty, baby.. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let you go again. You’re my puppy.. aren’t you, my sweet boy?” Alastor asks, and he swears he hears the muffled, slurred version of agreement from Vox. Alastor also could’ve just been hearing that, but he knows Vox said so in his head even if not verbally. 

Vox’s body was trembling like a leaf, and as much as Alastor wanted to use him forever, they definitely had discussed doing that. Vox couldn’t express when he’s done like this either. So, just for Vox’s sake, Alastor decided he should most likely end it now. Alastor knows they can always continue this on a later date if Vox really enjoyed it.

So, Alastor takes the sides of Vox’s face into his hands, and begins to buck up into him. He enjoys the way his tongue attempts to move around him, and his cheeks hollow out again. He has such a good boy all to himself.

It doesn’t take long before he’s spilling down Vox’s throat. Especially not from how the sight was turning him on, paired with the warm heat of Vox’s mouth and the vibrations he was making around him. 

Alastor felt Vox swallow everything up, and he let him. He keeps Vox’s head around himself until his orgasm ceases, to which he pulls Vox off of him. 

Vox’s noises could now be heard fully—and they were loud. Moans, whimpers, and nonsensical babbles about how much he loved this and Alastor. Noises that Alastor missed whilst Vox was around his cock.

Vox’s screen was resting against his thigh as Alastor’s tentacle continued to fuck him. “Are you getting close, baby? How many times have you finished?” Alastor asks Vox, hoping he was aware enough to respond.

Thankfully, Vox was, it just took him a second to get everything out through the overwhelming pleasure he was being put through. “T-Three times..!~ y-yes, I am!” Vox replies, and Alastor figures that’s why his tentacle felt so wet. Vox was leaking and cumming all over it.

Alastor was glad he was able to put Vox through so much pleasure. “What a good puppy.. you’re such a good boy.. good boys get rewards.” Alastor states with a large grin, playing with Vox’s antenna comfortingly, “Go on, you’ve earned it, cum for your master~” Alastor adds.

At the order, an orgasm rips through him, and he freezes up through this one. His mouth hangs open, and his heart shaped pupils roll up into his head. When Vox is finished with it, his body goes completely limp, and the tentacle stops fucking him through it.

Carefully, the tentacle pulls fully out of him, and Vox twitches the entire way through. He whines when it’s fully out, almost trying to move his hips back into it. 

Alastor chuckles, enjoying the way Vox clearly wanted more. What a greedy little thing he has on his hands. “Later, puppy.. you did so good for me..” Alastor praises Vox, who grins dumbly up at Alastor. He lolls to the side of Alastor’s leg so he could look up at him better.

“I-I’m y-your best puppy, r-right, master..?” Vox asks, clearly seeking Alastor’s love and affection after so much play.

Alastor pulls Vox up carefully, having him sit in his lap. It’s then that Alastor reassuringly kisses him, feeling Vox eagerly melt into it. They kiss for a couple moments, before Alastor pulls back with a grin. “Not only my best puppy, but my only puppy.” 

Vox giggles, clearly enjoying that answer. He hugs Alastor tighter, wanting to be as close to him as possible. “Mm.. I love you..”

“I love you too, mon cher.” Alastor replies gently, kissing him again.

They kiss for a long while. Alastor doesn’t know when he ended up on top of Vox, but eventually, Alastor decides they need to stop otherwise Vox is never going to come back to consciousness. Not that Alastor would particularly mind having Vox under forever. He’s very adorable like this.

Vox whines when Alastor pulls away, but one smile from him and he stops. 

“Puppy, when I say ‘sleep,’ you’re going to fall fast asleep until the morning. You’re going to have one of the best sleeps in your life, okay?” Alastor tells Vox, watching him absorb everything that he says.

Vox nods sleepily, “I-I understand, master..”

“Good boy. In the morning, you’ll remember everything that happened here.” 

“U-Uh-huh..” Vox agrees, making sure to reply so Alastor knew he was being good and obeying him.

Alastor grins, kissing his forehead. “I’ll see you in the morning, baby~ ITsleep.”

Vox immediately passes out.

Vox feels warm, safe. Not quite as empty headed as he did not long ago, but it wasn’t as unwelcome as it sometimes was.

Vox moves a bit as his mind starts working again, which is when he feels something move against him. His eyes shoot open from the shock, sitting up as he looks down at whatever was in bed with him.

Immediately, his body relaxes. It’s almost surprising how easily his body eases when he sees the red in the bed next to him. Alastor was still here. He’s never stayed after hypnotizing him. Maybe.. maybe he really is serious about this whole courting stuff. Vox still believed, deep down, that he was lying.. but Alastor wouldn’t just sleep with anyone. Alastor doesn’t trust people around his unconscious body. Only Vox.

Vox shivers at that realization.

A hand gripping his hip snaps him out of his thoughts as he finds Alastor’s half lidded eyes. “Lay back down.” Alastor orders him, and Vox doesn’t realize he’s laid back down until Alastor is laying on top of him to prevent him from sitting back up.

Vox wraps his arms around Alastor tentatively, hands resting on his back. “R-Right, sorry..”

It’s quiet for a moment longer, Alastor seemingly having fallen back asleep on top of him. At least until Alastor spoke up once again.

“You’re tense. Why?” Alastor questions, eyes fully open as he looks at Vox.

Vox flinches, before he sighs, the tension leaving his body—but the worry not leaving his face. “You.. do you love me?”

Alastor raises a brow, “Yes, I do. Have I not been clear enough?”

“I’m just! Worried, okay?!”

Alastor narrows his eyes at Vox, which makes him tense back up. Did he say something wrong? Is Alastor annoyed with him? Vox has just been so anxious about doing something wrong, and now he’s gone and done something stupid anyways.

Vox is truly doomed no matter what he does, he’s such an idiot.

“Vincent.” Alastor’s voice pulls him back to reality.

“..Yeah?” Vox asks, seeing Alastor’s face right in front of him. He didn’t seem annoyed. Not even disappointed. Just.. intense. Vox didn’t know what to make of that.

“I love you. I will never ever come close to loving anyone as much as I love you.” Alastor informs Vox, which quickly makes him blush. “You have to trust me, my dear. I haven’t done anything like this with anyone else nor will I ever. You’re special to me.”

Vox feels bad for not trusting Alastor. Not when he’s shown so many times that Vox should. Even just last night.. Alastor could’ve been mean. Could’ve killed him, honestly, but he hadn’t. Alastor just enjoyed himself.. and made sure Vox enjoyed himself too. And Vox really had. “..Okay, I’m sorry, Al.. I really do trust you. You love me. And I love you.”

Alastor grins widely, "Correct, good boy.” Alastor praises, making Vox shiver and whine.

“I-It’s not fair.. I’m still affected by what you were telling me last night..” 

Alastor grins wider, if that was even possible. Vox suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have admitted that. “Oh, baby.. maybe you’d like to continue being good for your master?”

Vox doesn’t even know when he began to pant, squirming from underneath Alastor. “M-Mm.. okay, Al..” He can trust Alastor. He can trust himself to not do anything bad. They’ll survive.. they’ll last forever.

“Hmm.. try again.” Alastor teases.

Vox whines loudly, humiliation eating him alive. “O-Okay, master!”

“Such a good boy..” Alastor praises, and Vox relaxes. 

Vox wants to do this with Alastor forever. He wants Alastor to stay by his side. He wants them to wake up together everyday, have dinner together, and continue to go on dates. He wants them to kill everyone who insults them and he wants them to rule hell together.

For now, though, Vox is okay with Alastor just controlling him.