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The motel room was dark and dingy like it always was. It’s nothing fancy, Angel didn’t deserve it. There were so many things he didn’t deserve but somehow seduced his way into getting. The spider was just a conveniently useful whore. A greedy fucking slut that somehow managed to take everything away from Vox. It’s why the TV demon always entered the room in a cold fury. The fire of his anger burning under his skin, cooled by the vents that expanded like nostrils flared with rage. Despite that emotion the Voxtek CEO tried to stay professional. Tried not to let his twitching hand rise up and strike that stupid face that held surprise every time Angel entered the hotel room. Not like the dumb slut ever remembered what happened in the room. He always just expected some John.
“Where ya at big boy? No need to be shy.” The lanky spider crooned in a voice he probably thought was seductive. A voice that somehow managed to entice the ears of so many. Making a particular set of ears flicker with delight. It pissed Vox off to no end.
“Oh, I’m not fucking shy.” Vox stepped out of the shadow with a luminescent grin, pixelated blood dripping down his screen. Though he refrained from slapping the whore like he so badly wanted to, he would take great pleasure from fucking with Angel’s head. That’s the only way Vox would ever fuck him. The TV demon couldn’t understand what others saw in the spider.
What he saw in Angel.
No matter how many times he scanned through that empty little head, Vox still hadn’t figured out what Alastor liked about the filthy whore. The jealousy made it easy for Vox to manhandle Angel into submission. It was one thing for the spider to catch Valentino’s eye. Vox didn’t really care that Val fucked around. He knew what he was getting into with the moth. But Alastor? Angel being able to dance with the radio demon? Cook with him? Laugh with him? Get fucked by him? After Vox humiliated himself trying to get that demon’s attention! That was a blow to the CEO’s ego that he couldn’t withstand.
“Get off me!” Angel yelled like always but it was no use. All the animosity that Vox had within him held the other demon down. Forced his eyes open to look in the mirror and see his bruised face.
“You’re fucking worthless.” Vox snarled. “So make yourself useful and hold still. Don’t worry I’m not interested in fucking a dirty piece of shit like you. So just relax and let me see him.”
Vox would take care of the important things later but first he wanted to see Alastor. Within the tangle of memories Vox expertly rode along synapses like electrical pulses within the brain. Jumping from place to place and finding the image he wanted. He saw Alastor’s face lean in tasting a red sauce pooled on a wooden spoon. Heard the thoughtful hum and saw the mischievous grin.
“Why not add a bit of dark chocolate, dear?”
“Chocolate? I ain’t puttin’ no damn chocolate in my nonna’s bolognese!”
Red eyes looked up from under dark lashes and heavy eyelids. Alastor looked absolutely stunning with that soft teasing smile on his face. “It will balance out the acidity and make the sauce smoother.”
“Well, I do like when things go down my throat smoothly.” Angel said suggestively.
“You are insufferable, my dear.” Alastor said plainly and dropped a few squares of dark chocolate into the pot.
Vox pulled himself out of that memory as Angel laughed in response. A horrid laugh that marred the beautiful image of Alastor’s smile. Why would Alastor put up with such vulgarity? The radio demon had always shied away from sexual topics. Sinking into shadows whenever things got uncomfortable. Whenever Vox had brought up his own sexuality. Whenever he hinted at the fact that he cared for his old pal as more than a friend. Not that Alastor ever believed them to be friends, apparently. The TV demon searched for Alastor’s face within a different memory, not wanting to remember the laughter of that fated night long ago. Looked desperately for a happy moment that Vox could sink into and not be reminded that he was looking through Angel’s eyes. Suddenly he found himself looking down at Alastor. The radio demon was asleep, ears pulled back and relaxed. Face pillowed against fluff that tickled his nose with every breath Angel took. A hand came to pet the thick red hair and Vox could feel it. He’d always wanted to touch Alastor like this, but the demon was so standoffish. Having gotten annoyed by the friendliest of touches. Vox only knew what Alastor’s shoulder felt like under his claws, but with Angel’s memories he could feel so much more. Vox moved on from the tender scene searching for something more satisfying. He knew it would be there. Alastor indulged Angel’s whorish tendencies entirely too much.
It made Vox sick. But he loved the feel of it. He wanted it so badly. To live through Angel and feel Alastor’s skin.
Vox zapped over to another memory that held that feeling. Soft white fingers traced over ashen tan skin. Avoiding the wound carefully.
“It don’t look like it’s gettin’ any better.” Angel said with worry and picked up a roll of bandages.
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart.”
Vox felt sick, anger bubbling in his gut. This wan’t what he wanted. The sweetness, the care, he couldn’t stand it. Where was Alastor’s kindness when Vox had extended his hand? Where was that sweet smile when Vox had looked at him seventy years ago? Why was Angel blessed with it but Vox wasn’t good enough to have it? Why would a piece of trash like Angel be given such a privilege? The TV demon ripped himself away from the memory buzzing with electricity. Popping off in the synapses of Angel's mind and he could feel the spider shake as if Vox was about to induce a seizure from the amount of digging he was doing. Angel was a feeble minded idiot and he didn’t deserve someone as cunning as Alastor. How could he possibly keep up intellectually with someone like the radio demon?
“Mmmm.” It was the familiar annoyed hum Alastor let out when he didn’t want to be bothered with something. Vox was looking at a shelf filled with books, delicate bones of small creatures and herbs in jars. A white hand pushed them aside. Opened a book and pulled out a flask. “Really dear? Can’t you bother Husker at the bar if you must drink?”
Vox was about to pull out of the memory when Angel turned to look at Alastor. The radio demon looked so handsome sitting in his chair smoking a cigarette. His shirt was unbuttoned and the wound Adam left behind was breathing. Healing slowly and barely held together by green stitches. Vox wanted to tear those stitches, reach into that chest cavity and rip out Alastor’s heart. Just like the radio demon had done to him.
“I don’t just wanna get drunk.” Angel purred, sauntering over to Alastor. Vox could feel his hips swish and he noticed, just like Angel, how Alastor wasn’t looking at him despite the display. This always made Vox laugh. The utter disinterest Alastor showed towards Angel’s sexuality. But it was always a short lived joy. Angel took a generous swig of the flask before bending down to brush his hand along Alastor’s cheek. “I wanna get fucked too, daddy.”
Alastor plucked the flask out of Angel’s hand. The spider reached for it with desperate fingers, but a shadow tentacle appeared and consumed the flask. Carrying it off to some dark dimension where Angel would be unable to put his lips around it. “If you want my attention then you must stay sober. You know I do not like engaging with you sexually when you are under the influence.”
It was pathetic that Angel was so dependent on his addictions that he couldn’t even respect Alastor’s boundaries. The whore simply didn’t deserve the redhead’s patience or affection. Still Alastor reached for one of Angel’s hands lovingly. The spider demon let out a sigh.
“I jus’ need to forget.” Angel looked away and Vox cursed him. He wanted to stare at Alastor’s face, not the glow of an eerie fire. Alastor gave a reassuring squeeze to Angel’s hand. Angel laughed and looked back at the lover he didn’t deserve and the radio demon had gotten to his feet. Smile reassuring.
“How can I assist you in forgetting? Mmm? In a healthy manner that is.”
Angel looked down at his feet which donned shiny boots.“Got tested just yesterday and I didn’t catch nothin’ at work. So maybe you could…?”
Vox didn’t know why Angel drifted off. It’s not like the pornstar had ever been shy about sex. It was sad that he had to be tested. Alastor deserved someone with a respectable job. Someone like Vox.
“Sit down.” Alastor instructed and started to button up his shirt. Vox groaned in frustration he had hoped this would lead somewhere but now Alastor was covering up. The TV demon wasn’t interested in seeing tender moments that led nowhere. He didn’t need to know how kind Alastor was to someone who was no better than dirt beneath Vox’s shoe. There was nothing about Angel worth loving, especially not compared to Vox. Vox who’d built an empire. Vox who had everything. Or at least everything that Angel hadn’t managed to steal.
The CEO was about to leave the memory having gotten caught up in his own anger. Not wanting to look at a domestic scene he would never be able to share with Alastor, when he noticed red eyes again. The TV demon refocused on the memory and as he slipped into Angel’s perspective he could feel wet warmth all around him.
“Fuck…” Both Angel and Vox sighed. “Jus’ like that, Smiles.”
The nickname, though annoying, was fitting as Alastor swallowed Angel down with a smile. Looking up with lazy eyes Alastor was far from innocent. Vox loved being able to see this side of the radio demon. To sink into Angel’s skin and feel the shudder of his body as Alastor relaxed his throat. The radio demon pulled back sucking noisily at the flushed head of a painfully hard erection. Teasing that sensitive spot with his tongue, smiling wide.
“Better than booze, dear?” Alastor asked with mock innocence, descending again just as Angel was about to speak.
“Ah-ask me again once I cum. Ya getting ahead of yourself.” Angel’s breathy laugh turned into a whimper when he hit the back of Alastor’s throat. The radio demon seemed to take that as a challenge. This time when he pulled up his fist wrapped around Angel’s base.
“Well, let’s get you that sweet high you want so badly.” Alastor said with a menacing smile, his hand moving up and down Angel’s length. Lips pursed around the head and a tongue swirled again. Alastor followed his hand on a down stroke. Tongue pressed against the underside. Finger let go and Alastor swallowed every last inch as he relaxed his throat.
“Swear… ya better uh…at this then me…” Angel moaned. Alastor's throat was tight and he hummed on his way back up, hand finding the base again while the radio demon looked up and licked at Angel like he loved the taste. It was an act. Vox could tell. Alastor was just as much of a showman as he was. But the fact that Alastor would act like this, would put on a show for Angel of all people, was infuriating. The porn star should be the one on his knees worshiping Alastor! The porn star should be using his well trained mouth to make the radio demon feel good. But in all the memories Vox had sifted through Angel never once gave Alastor head. He was a selfish lover and worst of all Alastor seemed to take some sort of pride in feeding Angel’s lustful desires. Demeaned himself like this. On his knees playing the part of a slut. Opening his mouth to let Angel see his tip resting against his tongue, smile bright and chuckle leaving his throat.
Those eyes though. Vox could ignore everything when those eyes looked so intense. He could push anger aside to sink into Angel’s body and feel the rising pleasure as Alastor bobbed his head with an enthusiasm Vox doubted the redhead truly felt.
“Ah-almost…” fingers buried themselves in thick strands of red hair. Ears pulled back and Alastor looked up and continued to work hard. Tongue pressing against the underside of an erection as he slid up. A brief teasing suck at a throbbing head before sliding back down. “Oh…oh…Al…”
Angel was so close to the edge and Alastor pulled off, which made both Vox and the spider demon whine. Alastor only laughed. “How do you want to finish, dear?”
Angel’s vision was hazy as the hand fisting Alastor’s hair relaxed and stroked flattened ears. Another hand came up to trace a thumb against wet lips. “Will you let me cum in your mouth?”
“Mmmm…” Alastor gave a thoughtful lick which sent a shudder down Angel’s spine. “Do you want me to swallow?”
“Fuck yeah…”
Alastor kissed the head teasingly. “You like watching me devour you?”
“Y-ah! Yes…” Angel stuttered out as Alastor’s hand started moving. “M-moan for me? Y-you wanna do this right? It’s o-ok?”
Angel sounded unsure. Really he should be ashamed of using Alastor like this when it was obvious the radio demon wasn’t as enamored with sex as him. Vox had figured out through his spying that Alastor was asexual, which the TV demon could have accepted. Could have been used as justification for that harsh rejection all those years ago. But what he didn’t understand was why Alastor had sex with this filthy little slut! Why did he put up with Angel’s insatiable appetite? Why did he act like he wanted this when he clearly couldn’t care less?
“Oh yes, dear.” Alastor punctuated the sentence with a low moan just as he had been requested to do. “I want to eat you up.”
“Ah!” Fingers dug into hair again as Alastor descended. Angel was still near the edge and sliding down Alastor’s throat pushed him a little close towards the fall. All the while red eyes looked up. Loud wet sounds echoed through the room and Alastor closed his eyes as his head started bobbing in earnest. Determined to suck the pleasure right out of Angel.
Hells was Alastor good with his mouth. Vox relaxed into Angel’s building orgasm. Watching as Alastor moved expertly.
“Ah…j-just like that, baby.” There was a twitch and this time when Alastor sucked the head it felt like every nerve in Angel’s body was directed towards the tip. “Ah-Al!”
Alastor slid down halfway taking everything Angel gave him. The spider demon was gasping and fingers held on tightly to thick hair. The radio demon pulled off slowly looking up at Angel as he opened his mouth with a sharp toothed smile. The pronstar twitched at the sight of his cum on Alastor’s tongue. One more spurt landed on that tongue as Alastor’s hand slowly milked Angel, making sure he got everything as the spider moaned and panted. Once satisfied Alastor closed his mouth and swallowed dramatically with a content sigh.
“Absolutely delicious.”
With a tremor Vox left that memory satisfied by the images he saw. But the TV demon knew there was more. Angel had to have sex so often. It was rather pathetic and disgraceful. The pornstar would get fucked all day at work and then bother Alastor at the hotel like he hadn’t gotten enough. Vox just didn't understand why the redhead put up with it!
But it didn’t matter because it gave Vox plenty of fuel for when he let Valentino fuck him on rare occasion. It didn’t happen often since really he only ever wanted to submit to Alastor. Still after looking at the images Angel provided Vox sometimes needed the itch scratched and if he closed his eyes he could imagine it was Alastor on top of him instead of Val. So Vox went searching for that image. Glowing eyes looking down at him, smiling lips letting out huffs of air. It didn’t take him long to find such a memory and he settled in for the show.
The room was filled with neon light reflecting off the various shades of pink that made up Angel’s gaudy room. Vox could feel the soft pillows around the spider's head and one lifting his hips. Alastor was above him looking down with a fond smile relaxed in a way that seemed out of place considering the activity the pair was engaged in. A black and red striped nightshirt hung loosely on Alastor’s body. Hiked up so Angel could hold onto moving hips. The spider demon sounded needy with his moans, one pair of hands reaching up to cup the radio demon’s face. Alastor felt so good and Vox sighed at the same time Angel did. The spider demon rocked his hips and Alastor turned his head to kiss Angel’s palm.
The other set of hands slid down to grab on Alastor’s ass firmly as he pushed into Angel gently. This wasn’t sex. It was making love and the idea made Vox gag. He tried to push away his distaste and focus on the soft expression on Alastor’s face and the gentle thrusting of hips. Angel pulled Alastor’s face closer and their forehead touched. They didn’t kiss simply shared air for a moment before Alastor rubbed his nose against Angel’s face. If the spider had a nose they would be sharing a proper bunny kiss. This was a gesture that came up often. An innocent gesture that Alastor seemed to enjoy greatly. Taking his own milder form of pleasure from his partner. The redhead let out a sigh as if satisfied by the simple touch. More satisfied by the tickling of his nose than having his dick buried deep inside a tight hole.
“Are you enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” Alastor asked, leaning down to trail kisses down Angel’s neck.
The spider demon tilted his head back exposing more of his fuzzy flesh. “Yeah…”
“Are you satisfied with my attention? Do you want more?”
“You know I do, Smiles. You f-fuck me so good.”
“Tell me what you want, how it feels.” Alastor whispered and Angel gasped as his hips snapped forward.
This was a pattern in the pair’s coupling. Alastor always wanted to hear that Angel wanted to have sex and that he was enjoying himself. The more affirmation was given the rougher the fucking became, as if Alastor needed an outside source of motivation. As if he couldn’t find it within himself. Vox moaned at the thought of what it would be like to be with Alastor in this way. The praise Vox would give, the hair he would pull, the screams for more that would leave digital lips. Vox would make sure Alastor was motivated if he couldn’t find the sexual drive within himself. Vox would never take him for granted like Angel did. He would be a better lover. More pure and less tainted. Vox would give Alastor everything and let no one else touch him.
Not even Val.
Unlike Angel who fucked everyone. The spider didn’t deserve the firm thrusts pressing against his prostate. Or the mouth slotted against his neck. He didn’t deserve the panting breath rustling over hair or fingernails digging into hips as Alastor pulled him closer. The only good thing about Angel’s line of work was that he knew what he was doing and Vox could feel everything. He could feel Angel’s hands holding Alastor’s face as the spider gasped looking into glowing eyes, glancing at smiling lips. Vox could feel how soft Alastor’s lips were as he leaned down and Angel leaned up to finally share a real kiss. Moans and breath mingling together as hips continued their dance.
“Ya feel so good, baby.” Angel slurred letting his head fall back against the various pillows that occupied his bed. He stretched, arching his back. One pair of hands grasping at pillows as if Angel needed to ground himself in the realty of this gentle fuck. The other still rested on Alastor’s ass encouraging the movement of the demon’s hips. “I love it when you fuck me like this…just like this.”
“Like what?” Alastor chuckled, slowing the roll of his hips.
“Like I’m p-precious.” Angel was far from precious and Vox wanted him to know that but sadly Alastor gave a tender response the dirty slut didn’t deserve.
“Oh but you are, my dear.” Alastor sat up one hand pulling Angel closer as he continued to fuck into the spider demon, the other sliding under a pink cropped hoodie to grabbing at a heaving chest. Angel moaned, pressing up into the touch. Legs wrapping tightly around hips as hands let go of the redhead. “I-I want you to be in your body. To enjoy yourself.”
Alastor was panting as he started picking up the pace. His fingers trailed over the swell of Angel’s chest. Digging into the thick chest fluff. Angel looked up at Alastor through half lidded eyes. The hands that had been grasping at pillows came to cup the hair Alastor’s hand was buried in. The spider demon pushed up the fluff with a teasing little moan. Alastor’s ear twitched, eyes focusing on Angel as if mesmerized. Awed by the effect he could have on the spider demon.
“Like copping a feel, baby?” Angel teased. Alastor glanced away in a rare show of shyness, obviously uncomfortable with being called out. “It’s ok, I like it when you touch me, Smiles.”
This seemed to give Alastor a bit of confidence back. Finding the desire to please Angel within the other demon’s words. As if to make sure Alastor wouldn’t get lost in his head Angel moaned and sighed. Finding Alastor’s hand in the sea of white and interlacing their fingers.
“Like it when you fuck me too.”
The bed creaked and Vox could feel how relaxed Angel was. He was grounded in Angel’s body. This was different from the work pornstar did. This was all about him. He wasn’t putting on a show because Alastor didn’t care. All the radio demon wanted was that Angel felt taken care of and every moan Angel let out was genuine. The whore should be grateful anyone would touch him like this. Should be grateful that Alastor hadn’t pulled out when Angel’s mouth got smarted and drew attention to Alastor’s groping. He was blessed that Alastor fucked him slow focusing completely on Angel’s pleasure instead of his own, only occasionally reaching for his own satisfaction in such small ways. A caress, a snuggle, a hand to hold. Vox was so annoyed that Angel took advantage of Alastor’s innocent affection. The spider demon didn’t care what his partner wanted simply took anything Alastor would give. Angel closed his eyes and Vox hated that he couldn’t see Alastor’s face. The ecstasy building up in Angel’s body tingled Vox like an odd current, mixing with the anger he felt. The TV demon watched even if he saw nothing but luckily Angel’s eyes opened again when there was another shift.
“Wha-whatcha doing?” Angel whined as he felt Alastor leave him empty, taking away what Angel had never deserved. For a moment Vox could pity the poor slut because he could feel that emptiness. Feel the fear of rejection that spiked suddenly.
“Making sure you are getting the best, dear.” Alastor's voice was low and sultry. Such a rare intonation for it to have. Long legs were thrown over his shoulder avoiding the bandages on his chest before pressing back in. This time the thrusts weren’t gentle, it was harsh and the headboard smacked against the wall.
“Fuck! Yes…mhmm.” Angel moaned loudly watching as Alastor smirked down at him. Angel’s fingers trailed over his face as he covered his mouth trying to muffle the enthusiastic sounds escaping his mouth.
“Come now, dear, you know how much I enjoy listening to the music you make.”
“We ain’t gotta l-let the wh-oh-le hotel know we’re fuckin’ right now…” Angel gasped out between his fingers.
Alastor’s brows came together in mock sadness as his ears dropped . “Pitty, you know how much I love broadcasting screams.”
The radio demon punctuated his statement with a harsh thrust, brushing against Angel just right. “Ah!”
Fingers did very little to muffle moans and whimpers. Hips kept moving and the bed kept creaking. The feeling of pleasure started to build up, and Angel reached for his leaking dick. Clumsily he tried to stroke himself in time to the deep hard thrusts Alastor was giving him. “Oh, Al.. I—ah!”
Angel’s hand moved faster as Alastor pushed in deep, staying there as his own orgasm came over him quietly. The muffled screech of tuning sounds and occasional stuttering of music emanated from the radio demon as if he was failing to find his own pleasure. Trying to locate the best way to enjoy his orgasm, something that perhaps didn’t come naturally to him. The sudden burst of pleasure causing a wavering in his control of the airwaves. The odd music of Alastor reaching a satisfactory end only seemed to egg Angel on.
The spider demon moaned low hand still stroking as he watched Alastor above him. Letting the soundwaves caress him like a song dedicated solely to him. Perhaps it was but Vox imagined that one day that song could be for him. That one day he would be looking up at Alastor not through the memories of a greedy whore but his own eyes. Angel tensed and Vox could feel the endorphins flooding Angel’s mind, catching a contact high.
“F-fuck—Ah-lastor!” In a strange hypnotic tangle Vox shared in the pleasure Angel was drowning in and the TV demon didn’t know if they were reliving it or really feeling it. It was a mess just like the sticky semen that clung to Angel’s stomach.
Alastor rolled onto his back panting and Angel twitched in his after glow. Red strands of hair stuck to a sweaty forehead as Alastor pushed his hair back. Angel turned onto his side and Alastor removed the condom and leaned over to discard of it before he was caught around the waist by both sets of Angel’s arms
“For Satan’s sake!” Alastor exclaimed and Angel started laughing. The curse wasn’t in response to Angel’s clinginess but rather the plump pig that sat in the pet bed right near the waste basket. "Every time he is right there.”
“Pick him up and put him on the bed, he just wants to be close to his daddies.” Fat nuggets snorted as if in agreement.
“I am not putting him on the bed when we just had sex!”
Vox pulled out of the Angel’s mind with a stratified hum. It was enough, he didn’t need to stick around for the playful bickering. Seeing Alastor in the throes of passion was always amazing and worth putting up with Angel’s annoying commentary.
“You don’t deserve him.” Vox hissed as Angel’s eyes swirled with hypnosis. “You’re nothing compared to him.”
Angel nodded in agreement and Vox viciously laughed, enjoying the self doubt he was seeding inside Angel’s mind. “But you’ll keep tabs on him for me. Report back to me. Tell me everything that stupid little Princess gets up to and every little plot Alastor might have. I’ll prove to him he made the wrong choice by fucking a dumb slut like you.”
Vox let go and Angel swayed, eyes closing as the hypnosis sank into the mind. A mind that Vox had just violated for his own pleasure. The TV demon stepped outside of the motel room to find Val waiting for him. The moth was propped up against a wall smoking a cigarette which reminded Vox of the image he saw of Alastor.
“So how’d it go? Got your little claws into his head? Maybe some other places too?” Valentino asked suggestively.
The TV demon snatched the cigarette holder from his partner’s mouth and took a drag before blowing smoke at Val. “Let’s go to the tower. I feel like bottoming tonight.”