No Mercy (Alastor & Vox)

Chapter 8: Trust and Lust

Alastor's body felt so light in the mattress, so comfortable and rested as he slowly woke up, rubbing his eyes as he stretched his no longer tensed muscles, feeling so refreshed for once.
He couldn't remember when was the last time he had such a deep slumber, but it sure felt new, and so damn good.
His back didn't hurt like before, he could sense his strength filling him up, like a drained plant that met the first rain of the autumn, he felt relaxed.
A warm yet bizarre feeling shook him completely awake as he noticed an heavy arm wrapped around his hips, he blinked at it in confusion before following its owner with his gaze, until his eyes met with the sleeping face of no other than his number one nemesis - the TV demon himself, right beside him, hugging him like a damn plushie.

He was really about to back off, to literally KICK that asshole out the window, to make a voodoo doll of him and stab it continuously, but for some odd reason... he couldn't move. His big red eyes stared at the sleeping overlord, a trail of drool hanging from his virtual lips, his mouth wide open in an amusing way, Alastor could only watch in satisfaction as the feeling of that arm holding him firmly never escaped his attention.
He hated it when others touched him. He actually hated it when others talked to him or existed in his presence, but that's inevitable. How come he felt so safe under Vox's gentle embrace? How is it that his strong arm above him didn't make him angry or disgusted? All he could feel was pure pleasure, and that simple desire made him absolutely terrified.

He tried to shake the other's hand off of him in embarrassment, but accidentally ended up moving too harshly, and Vox's screen lit up on cue, signaling that he's about to wake up. Alastor panicked for real this time, he felt his blood rushing to his cheeks, his chest pumping like a disco party, the fluffy hair on his ears standing up like soldiers in a mission, and the first thing he could think of doing was just acting as if he's asleep. He shoved his head against the demon chest and closed his eyes way too hard, praying Satan for mercy just this once.

Vox groaned in annoyance as he opened his eyes tiredly. He didn't get much sleep as he was waking up every ten minutes to check on the radio demon, to make sure he's asleep, to appreciate his rather beautiful resting figure as he breathed soundlessly, to fulfill his deal and protect the other at all costs.
His own sleeping schedule was already a mess, but he had no time to grumble about it, now he had to give his full attention to the - oh so precious radio demon.
His frown turned into a small smile way too quickly, his hand around the demon's hip tightened, and his othercfree hand went to his crimson hair, ruffling it in affection.
"Sleeping well, princess?" he muttered carefully, loving the way Alastor was nuzzling into his clothed chest, his screen getting a bit too hot but he ignored it.

He couldn't resist the urge to caress Alastor's ears, rubbing his fingers against the back of his left one and toying with it for a while. That was just so... adorable - he thought to himself, continuing to stroke and tease that poor ear.
He obviously completely missed the fact that Alastor was fighting for his damn life at the moment. His hands turned into fists and he gritted his teeth as he breathed heavily, finding this action so... sensual. To his surprise his ears were very much sensitive, those rubbings sent shivers down his spine, making his whole body tingle in a very unfamiliar way, and before he knew it, a small, yet very noticeable yelp escaped his lips, making him freeze in place in complete surprise.
Vox stopped his actions in an instant, Alastor couldn't see his face from his position but he just knew the demon was just as shocked as he was.
He couldn't even explain to himself what just happened, but he knew... it was bad. It was the baddest bad of all bad things.

"Are... your ears sensitive?" Vox asked calmly after a long silence, and Alastor knew he doesn't need to act asleep anymore, it was obvious he was widely awake.
He slowly rose his pinkish face, his eyes couldn't even stare back at the overlord infront of him, it was the first time in his life he couldn't look someone in the eyes, and for such a ridiculous reason on top. "I- I don't know." he was honest, his chest still hovering up and down as panic rushed through his veins for the second time today.
Vox swallowed the saliva in his mouth before averting his eyes in a shy gesture; "I see." he replied before turning away from the demon and getting out of bed.
"I shall be going now, if you need me you know my name." he said facing the wall, then, without giving the other a chance to reply, he teleported out of the room, straight back to his private office in the Vee tower, leaving the startled radio demon alone for once.

The second he reached his office, Vox made sure his doors were locked and then leaned against them with a concerned expression, panting so hard it almost appeared as if he just ran a marathon.
He quickly wiped the drool off his chin before glancing down at the obvious tent in his tight pants. He was so fucked up, yet he couldn't get that... soft whiny moan out of his head. "FUCK YOU ALASTOR!" he groaned in frustration.
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"So... the TV demon ah?" Angel Dust, probably the most annoying resident of the hotel, found the nerve to disturb Alastor in his morning routine.
He just set on the balcony, drinking Satan knows what from his red mug, humming to himself an uncommon melody as he sipped every few seconds, his expression for some reason looking more tensed than usual.
"I can't seem to find the question in your question." Alastor replied calmly, taking one more sip as the spider set himself in the sit across of him.
"I'm not asking anything Strawberry head, i'm just saying... His glints dazzled my damn eyes when he teleported out of your room last night, pretty late too if I may add." The expression on Angel's face said it all, he was smirking so proudly, his golden tooth hanging out of his mouth in such a mischievous way.

"Ah yes, sadly I was attacked yesterday afternoon, the TV demon came for my rescue as he committed to provide me with Voxtec's ultimate protection." Alastor explained just as calmly as before, but he could feel his heart racing in his damn throat. "I see, so he came to rescue your sluty ass wave in the afternoon, and decided to stay for the night?" Angel just LOVED to tease Alastor, it brought him so much joy and satisfaction, he couldn't explain it.
The radio demon looked way too much annoyed now, placing his mug back on the table before standing up; "He stayed in case the attacker dared to return, though I don't own you any explanations." he declared with a tight smile, ready to leave.
"Wah... didn't mean to insult ya buddy, was actually about to congratulate you for finally popping your cherry." the spider explained, raising his long legs and resting them on the chair where Alastor was sitting a few moments ago.
The overlord didn't understand much of what Angel just said, but he actually didn't really care at all, so he just walked back into the hotel and up to his room, he had zero energy for any other disrespectful WRETCH who dares to question him.

Once in his room, at first he thought of going back to sleep, just to realize he really slept enough lately, especially for someone who's not used to sleeping at all.
No... he wasn't tired, but he sure was curious... That foreign feeling he felt the previous night, it felt so intense, so new, so unexpected. He didn't even know he was capable of feeling such sensations, his whole body tingled since then and he just couldn't think of anything else, all he could wish for was experiencing that sensual satisfaction once again, this time for a bit longer.
He set himself on his bed, not really knowing what he should do, for some reason shying away from his own shadows, but after some deep breaths and moral encouragement, he rose his hand and gently pressed the back of his ear, where Vox touched the other night.
It felt... nice, but not as exiting as Vox made it, maybe he should try to copy his movements - he thought to himself before starting to rub gently the back of his ears, sending tiny shivers down his neck. Slowly and carefully he started to rub faster and harder, loving and hating so much the things it made him feel, yet he couldn't stop.

His other hand reached his second ear as well, making the sensation twice as powerful, and he rubbed and pressed rougher just as Vox did, starting to pant heavily as the feeling took over him, and in no time, a tiny desperate whimper escaped his lips for the second time, making him so embarrassed that he had to stop his actions right away. His cheeks were as red as his head at this point, his body shaking like mad, feeling so hot that he had to remove his coat in order to breathe. He dropped his head back in frustration as his groan echoed in the room. Even though he tried so hard, he just couldn't reach the level of satisfaction he felt when Vox did it, and that scambag didn't even try! He was just fidgeting with the damn fluff, playing around with it as if it was his private stress ball.

Everything about Vox could ruin his day instantly, but that tiny detail could really drive Alastor insane. He wanted to feel that strong sensation just one more time, for... experiment purposes only of course, but there was NO WAY he'll EVER mention it infront of the TV demon, no fucking way in heaven.

Maybe.
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