Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Black Opal

Vox's obsession with him was a cocktail of uncomfortable admiration, frustration, and an absurdly unquenchable desire to relive that fucking tape. Anyone ending up in Hell genealogy figured out or knew that radio came along way before TV. The two had never really lived in the same time period as humans. Radio, never died. It will never die, might come in a different form over the years as humanity progresses... but in Hell, shit really hadn't changed much aside from what the V's had come to their world.
But Alastor's reputation preceded him.

He was charming, but awkward. He was domineering, but welcoming. He could get anything he wanted, anytime, anyplace, no matter what. He was tall, dark and... pretty. He was pretty, and it was confusing but he was man pretty. Slim waist, nice hips, excellent shoulders, exponentially stronger than looked.  He was Evil. Probably the most Evil man in Hell.

And no one, not a soul living or dead, knew any real hints as to what exactly it was, that Alastor did. But it was no secret the he was utterly uninterested in the carnal pleasures that Vox would kill for. And he had some unfinished business with the motherfucking Radio bitch to take care of. Along with, other shit he shouldn't even be thinking about. Why the fuck did he even still have that tape? Why did he keep it off it meant nothing? Why guard it with basically everything you have?
There was more to it.

He had to get the fuck out of there, it was toxic. He rebooted the servers, made sure everything was running smoothly. He still had a Hell of a lot of airways to monitor, among other things. But tonight, it was time to just get out of there.
Fuck.
Velvette got what she wanted. Far more than she wanted. That was just a tiny clip of the video that she got a taste of in the tower.
It, was, horrible.
Vox had done his very, extensively fair share in the studio on set, he knew his way around the industry so to speak.

Like fucking shit, was he gonna bring Velvette to his place to watch this fucking video. And like fuck was he gonna sit there, being watched, jerking off to the hottest sex he'd ever had in his life, at his desk in the office.
So, up to Vox's apartment they went. Skin pickin's, okay? Sometimes you gotta just figure it out.
It was basically empty besides a couch and the absurdly large TV on the wall. There was a bathroom, boring, a couple old mix matched colors. A completely useless cup beside the sink.
No toothbrush.
And, his bedroom, that literally no one other than Alastor had ever seen.

     "Sit." Vox said harshly as he pointed at the couch gesturing for Velvette to plant herself so they could get this over with. She stood looking at the couch cringing, teeth barred.
     "Ummm, do you like, have a towel or something?" He asked as he grabbed a bottle of rum from the counter and two glasses. He put one down on the table, smirked at Velvette to let her know... fuuuuck no she wasn't getting a towel.
Then he held up the bottle questioningly.

     "Oh! Yes, definitely. This is gonna be fucking great." She said excitedly, letting alcohol distract her from her concerns about the couch, and the lack of a towel. She looked around while Vox got changed. He demanded to wear anything he had that made him look the opposite of sexy.
Angel's flamingo pajama pants and a white tank. Did the job.
"You should actually wear those shirts more often, not gonna lie. You look jacked in that. The pants though... I've seen those some-"
     "Angel."
     "Why do you have Angel's pants?"
      "We're not here to talk about that.
Also, fuck off, it's Angel. Haven't you had a go with him too?"
     "Ummm, obviously, it's Angel. Don't kid yourself. This is Hell. We literally can't do anything worse than we've already done."

Vox turned and looked at Velvette. An eyebrow raised and a smile in the corner of his mouth. She was looking down at her hands, was that?? Regret? Pain? Sadness. She had a ring on her finger he'd never noticed.
He'd never looked.
He never cared.
Why in the fuck, would he feel like he kinda cared all of the sudden? Unsolicited feelings are bullshit.