No Mercy (Alastor & Vox)

Chapter 11: The dealer strikes again

"You're... turning me on." Vox whispered, averting his eyes sheepishly while trying his best to control his own voice. Alastor blinked back at him in confusion; "Aren't you supposed to be on?" he asked in annoyance, checking out the cables behind the TV demon's head. Vox backed away with a hint of a smile on his screen, before buttoning up his coat and clearing his throat. "I mean... you're turning me ON... in a sexual way." he spoke slowly as if explaining something to a retarded sinner, and Alastor didn't seem to like that response. "Well it's not my fault you think with your testicles instead of your brain. Aren't you supposed to be a smart TV?" he shot back, stabilizing himself on both his knees. "Wha-" Vox was about to throw one of his tantrums, but he restrained himself before anything slipped away, and he had to face-palm himself in desperation while exhaling deeply before rearranging his speech. "Listen. You can't be here all... moaning and whimpering and begging for more, and expect me to feel nothing." he explained, trying his best to hide the little tent in his pants, but it only made Alastor notice it the very same moment.

"It's you who's making it sound sexual. I just like it when you pet my ears, what's wrong with that?" the deer actually believed his own words, Vox was very aware of that. He gazed at him with a worried expression before giving up and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Alastor..." he tried to find his words but it seemed like an extremely difficult task. "I'm not here to educate you on sexuality or anything like that, but I can recognize a moan when I hear one. You're definitely arrosed by those strokes." he said softly, crossing his legs in an awkward attempt to hide what's left of his dignity.
Alastor was about to object, but Rosie's words from the previous day suddenly popped in his head, making him feel much less confident.
"Arrosed?" he asked with fear in his eyes, his antlers shrank back and he could feel a strong shiver running down his spine.
"ah... yes, probably." Vox noticed his concerned reaction, not knowing exactly what to say but he felt the urge to comfort the other. "That's natural, I get arrosed every twenty minutes and that's considered a weak day." he tried to joke around, but the deer didn't seem very much amused.

"So what does it have to do with my ears? Isn't anything sexual supposed to be related to my lower parts?" he tried to find excuses, feeling how blood is quickly rushing to his cheeks, and his heart is making those loud thuds again. "No, not at all actually." Vox hesitated before facing the demon and reaching for his ear. "It seems like your ears are sensitive, especially that area." he rubbed it in order to demonstrate, not expecting Alastor to whine in pleasure before quickly releasing it. "You did it on purpose!" the red haired blamed, and Vox waved his hands defensively; "No no! I just wanted to make myself clear!" he replied, knowing deep down that he actually just wanted to witness the adorable deer fight for his life once more, damn that was addictive. "A-anyway. You have sensitive ears, congratulations." he summed up his explanation, turning away to face the wall, knowing that if he kept on staring at that seductive deer he'll probably find himself later in a very long and tiring shower.

Alastor kept quiet for a long moment, processing all that new information and letting it sink in, getting really uncomfortable now. "I see." he muttered softly, wishing the ground could swallow him up right there. "Yep, so... I better go." Vox exclaimed and rose up from the mattress, outside the window he could already spot the crimson sky of hell lighting up. He was about to teleport and try his best to forget about anything that happened that night, when a gentle hand grabbed his arm softly and nagged on his coat. He turned back to see a very worried Alastor, not even able to look him in the eyes as he spoke quietly.
"Don't tell anyone." he asked, knowing very well that he's a bit of an idiot for asking a living broadcast not to spread juicy gossip and personal information, but for some reason he had faith in Vox, more than he had in anyone else actually.

Vox was caught off guard for a moment, thinking that it was pretty obvious that he's not going to say a word, but his demonic spirit was always one step ahead of him.
"Of course not Bambi, if... you'd help me with a little something in return." he smirked teasingly, grabbing that gentle hand on his arm and holding it firmly in his own warm hand. Alastor stared back at him in annoyance, knowing he's not going to like it, but what choice does he have? He sighed heavily and stood up; "what is it?"
Vox's smile grew even bigger before he pulled the deer to his direction and used his salesman voice; "Well, you see... I work with that moth diva Valentino, he wants me to bring some new spicy content to our shows, and recently i've been sooo busy protecting my dear radio demon, so I kinda neglected anything related to work." he explained, wearing a sad expression that was too fake for anyone to believe. His pathetic audience was an exception, apparently.