Archive of Our Own

After a hard enough day of work, there was nothing more that Vox was looking forward to than to appear in his living quarters. As far anyone else knew, including his own assistant, there was nothing special about that day. Just another Friday like all others. This was the only date that Vox had full trust to keep track of completely on his own. Only in his head, where nobody else could touch it. Unlike most Fridays, he didn't add any other tasks for others to take care of and let them go.

Not out of kindness, goodness no. Just so Vox could bath himself on the glow of what happened without even thinking about managing someone else. Everyone could relax a little bit for a change. It had been weeks since the last time that this occasion came for him, so he needed every single part of it, the before and after, to be absolute perfection. Anything less than that was just going to ruin it all.

With that in mind, Vox made himself appear in the hallway rather than directly in his room. It was one or two minutes until he could make the rest of the way walking, but he had convinced himself that it was part of the fun. Not only did it delay the moment a little bit longer, it also made him feel like he was truly coming over to the room where his partner was at, rather than just appearing there like he could if he was on his own.

Not to mention, that also meant one less argument to have. The one waiting inside never liked to be surprised. Starting with the best mood possible for everyone was essential.

As he came close to the doors, Vox took a deep breath and forced his permanent cloud storaged recording to stop for the night. It was the one unavoidable condition that had been put on him in order to have this occasion happen at all. Any memory he could form past this moment was entirely biological, able to miss important points, to fade, to get confused among others. It was a bitter pill to swallow when sealing that deal, but after the first night he never regretted it again. He could still experience the moment and revive it on his own, just not with the same quality video he could with everything else.

It was still a fair trade off, all things considered. He kept this event entirely enclosed to whatever happened in his room. Then someone else had to do the rest, leaving him with the infinitely more preferable task of just sitting back and enjoying it all without judgement, without question. Everyone got what they wanted. Everyone wins in the end. What could be better than that?

Once he stepped inside, his audio sensors quickly caught the sound of water being turned off and the sound of slippers clapping against his wet ceramic floors. Just in time, and as he expected, Alastor opened up the door with his red bathrobe on. A rather simple, chastely tied up so nobody could get a look of any portion of skin Alastor didn't plan for.

It's not that Vox didn't try to give him something flashier, sexier. Basically anything that stopped making him look like an old man preparing for bed. More than one time too. But despite whatever gift Vox could make, Alastor firmly refused to suffer the tiniest bit of an influence over his style, even when the style in question included the equivalent of a permanent shield.

On some level, Vox could understand that. Nobody was about to take away his striped vests any time soon. He just didn't think that it would hurt so much to let him have a peak. Just a small one. From time to time at least.

"Oh" said Alastor, looking at him and almost immediately looking over the fancy clock next to the bed. "You came on time" commented, like he wasn't either surprised, delighted or disappointed by it.

A simple statement of fact he could say as he moved over to one of the couches near the closed windows. He didn't ask Vox how his day was. Who did he fire? Whose reputation he ruined. Not anymore at least. There was no need to fill the air with that empty talk.

Alastor bent one leg close to himself, the pajama pants on him already ensuring that Vox wouldn't get to see anything beyond an ankle. If Vox had only been born and died at least 300 years prior, maybe that could have been arousing enough.

"You know I would never miss it" affirmed Vox, coming to stand close.

He arched a digital eyebrow when he noticed that Alastor was doing something to his own hoof. Polishing it, to be more exact. With a tiny brush he had to recharge from a small bottle. They have been freshly shaved too, Vox could tell by the absolutely perfect sharp edge that could perforate through someone's eye, like how he knew Alastor liked it the most.

"Oh, I know" said the radio demon, signing as he continued his labor.

Applying so carefully, with such a skillful hand as to avoid his short fur at the base. Vox wanted to ask if he would have done the same for their last date. Didn't because he already knew the answer was no.

"Taking care of the last little details?" asked Vox, taking out his jacket to let it hang in the closet. A mechanical arm instantly took it and dragged it through a hole in the ceiling, to be cleaned up until he had to come out again. "Does it really make any difference?" couldn't help to add. "He never strikes me as a feet kind of guy."

"Oh, no, this is just for me," said Alastor indolently. When he got done with the two hoofs, he fanned over them for a few moments before continuing with his other leg. "It's nice to treat oneself sometimes. I was due for some personal grooming anyway."

"What convenient timing then" said Vox with a wide smirk. When Alastor failed to answer with anything else but a neutral hum, he went further: "I am sure he will appreciate the effort."

"If he does, I couldn't care less. Like I said, this is for me" Vox smiled a little bit more easily at that response. As long as they could keep the same spirit moving forward, all was going to go smoothly tonight. Alastor finished with his work and extended both hooves in front of him, moving them so they could catch all the light they could catch as he observed with a slightly bored critical look. "What do you think?"

"Mmm?" Vox wasn't expecting to be asked for any input. "Oh, I mean... I am not a foot guy either, so it's fine, I guess?"

"Always so helpful, Vox" Alastor grabbed one of the pillows of the couch and put it on the ground, to lift his hooves while he continued drying his hair with a towel. Because god forbid he would use a hair dryer properly. Vox sat on the other side of the couch, twisting his thumbs. The waiting was always the most awkward time. After a few minutes working on his hair, still hidden under the shadows of his towell, Alastor spoke again: "Did he send any message through those awful devices of yours?"

"He sent a text, yes," Vox sighed. The messages always reached him through ghost numbers that were never the same, never traceable. The only way he could tell they came from the same source was the duck emoji attached at the end. One of those had reached him that afternoon with another emoji of a thumb up, a clock and hand clapping together before the duck. Vox almost wanted to ask if that was some sort of condition that Alastor had put himself, to keep ensuring more secrecy of what they were doing, but it could also be mere precaution from the other side. After all, a guy in that position probably still wanted to keep his own privacy to some extent. "He said everything is fine and we will be here at the usual hour, like always."

Or at least that is what Vox thought those emojis were supposed to mean. Up until now there hasn't been any cancellation, so it was safe to assume that wasn't the one time it was going to happen.

As he talked, the long ears of Alastor were directed towards him to pick on every word. The moment his confirmation was out, both ears twitched and came back to their previous position. A subtle tension that Vox didn't realize was there until now seemed to slide off his shoulders. All the while, his eyes were just focused on the shine of his red hooves.

"Very well," said and stood up.

He moved over to the single drawer with the small amount of belonging he had left in Vox's room. Vox had offered him his own closet, to hang all his suits, mix their shoes together on their shelves. Alastor had asked if he could bring to his collection of taxidermy predators in mid attack, with spots of realistic blood pouring out of the opened up chest or necks between teeth. His bayou, his chimney. Vox was trying to find the best way to explain that there was no space in the room he had right now for all of that, but maybe, in the future, they could get built another room where to put all of that stuff. Before he managed to get to that point, however, Alastor cut him off and said it was fine. A drawer was all he needed. Vox knew every item there already since they never changed: a comb, a single jar of an earthy cologne that Alastor only took out for those nights, socks, a shirt, some pants and whatever book Alastoro happened to be reading at the time, with a single feather as his bookmark. A white feather that suddenly started appearing between his pages not that long after they had their little arrangement set up.

Vox told himself he didn't care when the fingers of Alastor briefly brushed against the feather before taking the comb. He told himself that it was enough that the contact was short, like it was just some casual accident with no meaning behind it. With the instrument in hand, Alastor went out to the bathroom to brush his hair in front of the mirror. Since he had short hair, it shouldn't have taken that long. Somehow, Alastor made it last 10 minutes until he was out again to look for his cologne.

Admittedly, he looked perfect. Vox let one of his eyes wander over the slim tall figure of his partner, while the other was one way connected to the security system, just in case. He could never stop this particular visitor to appear on his place, but as a courtesy, he always appeared at the very end of the hallway and waved at the nearest camera to make his presence known. He would only advance once the camera itself moved up and down, like an acknowledging nod. Once again, it could be something Alastor had asked him to do. Or could be he just had manners like that.

In any case, it was a system that had worked for them until now. There was no need to fix what wasn't broken or question it.

Alstor was humming to himself as he applied small amounts of cologne on the usual spaces: on his wrist, a little bit in the back of his neck, under the shaved part of hair and another touch behind his jaw, where a more humanoid demon would have their ears, before closing it off to put back in place.

Ordinarily, Alastor didn't put anything like it at all. In fact, he had only ever started using some in recent weeks. Before, he had said that it was too irritating for his sensitive nose. Apparently some kind of irritation was worth getting through.

"Time?" asked out loud.

As if he didn't have a clock with giant neon numbers right behind him. Vox didn't mind because at least it was part of a conversation.

"Uh, five minutes until he is here, I think."

"Perfect." Alastor perked up slightly.

He always did right before giving himself up. With one single snap, his clothes seemed to stretch out downwards the dark portal with green magic edges that appeared under him. The illusion lasted one second as the fabric seemed to bounce back, but now it was his usual suit back on his body. Alastor casually knocked the red tip of his shoes against the carpet as he adjusted the lapels in front of his chest.

"There we go!" said, taking a quick look at himself in the mirror. Despite everything, Vox was still somewhat endeared that he was so in love with his own look. Even if it was the exact same look that he presented every single day. "I am ready now" announced, making his cane appear with a flick of the wrist.

He supported his weight on it while directing a grin to Vox's direction. Vox let himself take a breath before acknowledging that the message was received.

"Alright, alright" said, lifting his hands in the air. "I will make myself disappear. Wouldn't want to ruin the moment."

"Thank you" said Alastor, and Vox really appreciated the little purring that came included.

"If you need any help or anything, you know the signal" reminded him Vox. "Two snaps and everything stops, immediately."

"I remember" Alastor nodded, not remarking he gave the same speech literally every single time.

But it mattered that he still gave it. It was his last action proving that he was involved in all of this, that he was another participant as well. Even though they never really discussed the actual logistics of how he was going to be able to stop their visitor if he really went out, if Alastor himself couldn't. At that point they both knew it wasn't really necessary anyway. Alastor had never been in any danger, not even at his most brattish.

"Don't overdo it. Take breaks if you need to. There is food and drinks in the mini bar. I even got that cannibal jerky you like."

"You did?" The ears of Alastor flapped for a second, delightfully surprised. "Oh, I am sure I will enjoy it."

Vox smiled and got closer to kiss his cheek, which was more a brushing of his screen over the soft skin. He let his hand stay a bit longer over the waist of Alastor, brushing his lower back. Alastor's smile remained the same, neither moving away or melting at his touch. But that hasn't changed since the first day they dated, so Vox already took it as a sign of normalcy.

"Try not to break the bed, okay?"

"Oh, please, that only happened two times."

"Three." Vox chuckled. He didn't really mind the mess as long as it was worth it, and all three occasions had been.

Alastor shrugged. Same difference for him.

"My point still stands. What are the chances we are going to do it four times?"

"Well, if you said so" Vox patted him a little more down, where a surprisingly soft deer tail was always hiding. "Have fun."

"You too." Alastor's eyes crinkled, like he actually meant it. Vox could only assume that he did. What was the point of making a show if there was no public to enjoy it?

"Give me a kiss."

With only a small sigh, Alastor did. Holding the side of his screen with one hand and letting his lips fully press against the surface. There was even a little playful muah sound once they separated. He was really in a good mood. All the more promising.

"I will leave you to it then!" announced, moving towards the corner where the closest camera was. "He should be here any moment now."

"See you later then."

"But I will be seeing you first!" Vox couldn't help himself before he let his body turn lightning, travelling through the power energy of the camera.

In a mere second later, he appeared in front of his consola. That room was smaller than his studio one with the light and preparations for each show. For one, there was only enough space for one comfortable chair in front of the screen that permeated the entire wall.

He gave a quick check up over the entire tower, just in case. Nothing should be allowed to interrupt his attention. Velvette was having over her girlfriend, that incubus pop singer that unfortunately already had her own agent, doing a livestream while they did each other's make up and talked about recent drama in social media. Her numbers were going crazy. She too wouldn't want anything interrupting her.

Valentino was having a casual orgy in the pool at his floor. All the guests were veterans of the industry who knew him already and were looking just for a good time the same as him. People still had their clothes on and were just starting to serve drinks. It was going to take a while for the real depravity to take place and hopefully that too would keep the volatine moth happy and occupied. After making sure they were both fine, he moved his attention to both the hallway and the inside of his room.

Alastor had moved to the minibar to make himself a drink. Just a small shot of whiskey, with more ice than anything else. Vox knew already that was going to be the most he was going to drink the rest of the night and it would have approximately the same effect as soda on his faculties. Vox could never quite understand the point of those drops of alcohol. Alastor said it just helped him to relax, and Vox took him at his word because he had no reason to contradict him. If Alastor ever truly got drunk, the whole opportunity would be interrupted immediately by the other party already. All the fun would be spoiled, and neither of them wanted that.

Alastor walked around the room swaying the golden liquid in his hand. A soft jazz melody accompanied his low humming, both coming from his own chest. Even in complete solitude, the radio demon could never quite be silent. Vox let himself enjoy the mere fact that he could pick his figure without the image getting all distorted or any of his cameras getting fried in the process. As long they worked merely as receivers and not film, it would continue to be like that.

Keeping that image to occupy one portion of all the screens on the left, Vox sat in the hallway on his right, waiting. It didn't take long for a portal with golden ridges to appear and their visitor, the king of Hell himself, stepped out.

If he had to be honest, at a distance he could sorta see what Alastor saw on him. Whenever the king really wanted to, he gave off a confident aura that could result in quite charming. People who were able to truly believe their own bullshit usually did. It wasn't difficult to imagine how a man like that had convinced humanity to doom itself.

The issue, for what Vox had seen by himself, was that was the exception, rather than the rule. In front of cameras outside and for any public appearances, sure, smiles to spare for everyone and not a single drop of doubt or hesitation as far anyone was concerned. But as soon Vox gave him the agreed upon sign of nodding through the camera? Where he didn't have to impress anyone?

That was just some guy. With a ridiculous crown on top of his head. Pretty, probably, in that general market kind of way, in which there wasn't anything wrong per se but there wasn't anything that remarkable either. A simple kind of pretty, an uncomplicated kind of pretty. Standing nervously in his hallway and doing anything with his hands instead of keeping them still: if they weren't fixing his lapels or retouching his bowtie, they were up brushing his hair back, pulling down on his hat as if to make sure it wouldn't fall off, or simply playing with his apple cane. Vox could count with one hand and still be left with fingers the times Lucifer Morningstar didn't look like a teenager about to go out on his first date.

He didn't walk up to the door like a man who had the means and power to make himself the owner of anything in his own realm. He walked up to there like someone mentally preparing themselves for the worst case scenario, whatever that could be in the head of the fallen angel, at his favorite event. Excited to be there, but nervous. Insecure. The hat was not letting him see his face, but Vox could already tell that he was sweating underneath that crown.

In a way, it was comforting to see. With all the money anyone could ask for, more powerful than the sins themselves and with the authority to back it up, those above everyone else still had their moments of weakness, just like everyone else.

How relatable. If you were pathetic, that is.

Vox didn't like that start, never did. All it did for him was to make him realize he had no idea why Alastor chose him. If it was all about the power or status, that would make sense, easily, but none of that was the reason why they were all in their respective places that night. Vox had made sure of that himself.

Then there was the little fact that those two technically lived together in that useless hotel. Having who knows what kind of interactions or conversations everyday. His cameras were not allowed inside, so he was forced to imagine. At least he knew for a fact that nothing sexual was happening there. That was part of the deal made with Alastor to allow this in the first place.

Before opening the doors, Lucifer took a deep breath and straightened up his back. He was not going to ruin this, seemed to say to himself. Even though he hasn't ruined any other time, the concern was entirely useless. As he came inside, he pulled his shoulders back to continue to sell the image of knowing what he was doing.

Alastor was standing, elbows over the minibar, back turned to the door. There was still some liquid left on his glass, that was mostly water from the ice cubes at that point. He didn't need any help relaxing that night.

Vox opened up his legs as his face came closer to the screen. This was it. It could go in any number of ways now. Was Alastor going to play the cool detached one, offering himself up with slow, intentional movements? Play out a fight to then solve it by angrily coming closer and closer together, see who could tear whose clothes first? Or maybe go away with any pretense and just throw the king to the bed with his tentacles?

Those were all fun preludes. They usually dictated how the rest of the night was going to go, what tone they were going to go forward with.

"Mmm?" said Alastor, turning his head towards the door, as if he wasn't expecting anyone. "Oh, hello there, your Majesty. Care to accompany me for a drink?"

Cool detached one was going to be then. Vox supported his elbows over the armest and inclined to a side, holding the down of his screen with a hand. This could mean that the whole thing was going to last a while before any more skin was shown.

On the other side of the room, Lucifer took his hat off and sighed.

"Sure" said, sending that and his coat to lay on the couch. He reached the minibar looking up to Alastor, but the radio demon was busy taking another sip to look back at him. The king didn't seem to mind. "Let's see what we have here..."

No lingering touches as Lucifer went behind the counter and started inspecting his options. Vox focused on the slightly inclined forward back of Alastor, at the end of which the curvature of his tail was even more noticeable. He lamented he hadn't touched him some more when he had the chance, but maybe Lucifer was going to take care of that. The king loved to touch that area too. Pull it, pet it, run his fingers through it while it waggs. A privilege only ever conceded to very few beings in all of Hell.

Alastor kept his glass down, running a finger over the edge as his eyes followed the blonde head. He didn't seem in any rush to go over and grab some to manhandle either and let out some pent up aggression that would go completely unexplainable for Vox.

"Oh! There is some cognac with chocolate!" Lucifer suddenly perked up with the bottle in hand. "I love this stuff!"

"I am shocked," said Alastor with a chuckle.

Vox couldn't help but to smile to himself. Every single time Lucifer ever drank anything there, it was always the sweetest drinks available, so that is what he started putting more on.

According to what Alastor told him, the king was literally incapable of getting drunk. If Alastor's resistance was remarkable already, Lucifer's could be legendary. Alastor had found that out the hard way after attempting to challenge the king to a competition to win a favor from him, only to end up hugging the floor while Lucifer was still downing another shot like it was juice.

And what happened after?, had asked Vox.

Nothing. Alastor had found himself in his room the next morning, fully clothed and with a hangover like he hadn't suffered in ages. When he finally went out of his room and found the king on the way to the kitchen, he flickered him in the forehead and that somehow took care of his illness. Alastor was back feeling like he had just woken up from the best nap ever. Of course Lucifer had been riding that smug wave for days. It was insufferable.

Vox remembers, before their agreement was set in place, how often Alastor would suddenly bring up the king. His stupid little duckies that appeared everywhere in the hotel. He improvised stupid songs to try to make his daughter laugh. The stupid annoying way he wheezed at Alastor's jokes, like he had never heard anything that funny before. The way that Angel was all over him, but Lucifer just gave him a big amount of money and that made Angel to kiss his cheek and call him daddy, despite Lucifer begging him to please don't do that. How stupid Lucifer was because he never called out when Alastor cheated while they played chess, when he must have known. His stupid tiny feet. His ridiculous ugly top hat. The stupid dancing he did whenever he played the violin for the residents at the hotel. How he celebrated every new duckie design like it was the revelation of the century.

Oh, Vox heard all about it. Multiple times too.

They could have been talking about what they were going to have for dinner and Alastor would pull out of thin air another thing to complain about the king. In retrospect, it was truly impressive that Vox would later turn out actually surprised when Alastor yelled Lucifer's name during sex. Alastor too seemed shocked with himself as soon he realized. For the first since Vox met him, the radio demon fell completely silent, beyond mortified, before disappearing into his shadows.

The emotions that spiraled inside of him were difficult to name. Hurt was definitely there, definitely. Anger was part of it. Maybe a bit of sadness. Some resentment because they should have seen this one coming and yet never did. Not even Valentino ever brought up anyone else's name inside their bed. Why would he think that Alastor was going to be any different?

All of that flew away when Alastor came to speak to him the next day. To say that he was sorry. Words he never imagined would come out from the mouth of that Overlord in the first place. The unexpected situation almost made him miss the fact Alastor's sentence was not over.

They should break up. It wasn't fair to keep this going if he was going to be thinking about another man.

Vox reacted immediately. If what they had was finished, it was gone for good. There was no contract or deal tangling them together, not even a single ongoing project that would force them to be in the same room if they didn't want to. When Alastor wanted to disappear, he actually could. He had demonstrated that already for seven years.

Woah, hey now, no need to be as rushed as that! Surely they could find a solution for the situation that left everyone satisfied! Alastor already didn't mind the arrangement he had with Valentino, which was also a shock in itself, so why wouldn't Alastor be able to have something similar?

It took every bit of convincing power in Vox's body, but he did it. Somehow, he did and didn't have to pull his hypnotic power not even once. On a private, silent and sealed part inside, Vox was proud of himself for doing so. How he couldn't when it obviously brought such good results?

Compared to Alastor, convincing the king was a piece of cake. There in Alastor's room at the hotel, he did most of the talking while Alastor was looking to the side and trying to be as stoic as possible. His deer ears going down was the only factor that told him he wasn't entirely comfortable about any of this.

Lucifer was surprised to see him there. But after Vox was done with all the expected platitudes about what an honor it was to finally meet the big boss of Hell himself and how much more impressive he was in person, Lucifer was even more shocked to learn the reason for his presence. As Vox tried to explain, it seemed Lucifer only had eyes to search for Alastor's. When Vox finally asked him what he thought, the king wasn't speaking to him.

Was that a joke? Alastor jolted as he slowly looked back. If this is your idea for some kind of prank, it's not funny. Lucifer looked to be genuinely hurt by the possibility, and Vox couldn't help to find it interesting. Surely he received plenty of propositions all the time. What was difficult to believe about sinners wanting to have a piece of the forbidden fruit for themselves? Shouldn't he just be flattered that the pickiest sinner of all still wanted him?

Alastor swallowed tight and straightened up, looking at Lucifer directly to his eyes. Making sure that Lucifer could read the lack of any lies on him. Alastor spoke seriously. He would never, ever, make a joke out of anything like this. If he didn't want to move forward, that was fine, he would understand, but he had to know: every single word was real.

Lucifer had asked for a few days to think about it. They conceded. On the very next day, Alastor told Vox that it was done. They had only a few details to arrange, limits, boundaries, rules. That was surprisingly smooth.

Now they were there and Lucifer was certainly a lot more comfortable in his room, preparing his own drink.

"Mmm, this smells great!" commented after a sniff and took the first sip. With a huge smile, Lucifer took the bottle again and looked at the brand. "Remind me we need more of this stuff at the hotel. This and a little bit of ice cream? Now that would be amazing. Oooh, maybe I can use it for some cupcakes!"

"Is that good?" Alastor lifted an eyebrow, resting his chin over the back of his palm. Still keeping a neutral tone.

"Oh, only if you have any taste for the things that make life worth living. I wouldn't expect a sour guy like you to understand." Lucifer finished his teasing with a chuckle. No real bite behind his words.

Vox had caught on that was a big part of how they treated each other, which he guessed made sense. As it was, having Alastor openly admit anything was like pulling teeth with fingers alone. That didn't seem to change just because he was talking to the king of Hell. Lucifer had a similar tendency for what Vox had seen, but his way to make up for it was to cover everything in jokes. In that area, treating each other like that, they seemed to be more on their element.

"Maybe I should try it then," said Alastor.

"Sure!" Lucifer reached for another glass.

If he had seen the way that Alastor rolled his eyes, maybe he would have realized what the radio demon meant. But since he wasn't getting the message, as soon Lucifer was close enough, Alastor pulled on the black bowtie of the king to make their lips meet.

Almost immediately, Lucifer relaxed against him and pushed back. The moment Alastor lifted his other hand to hold the cheek of the king, both of them angled better as they opened up their mouths. The cheeks of the king curved with the tongue exploring him inside. After a long, slow couple of seconds, as if they had agreed on it through some form of telepathy, they both pulled back, still inclined towards each other.

Alastor licked his lips. The eyes of Lucifer followed the wet tip as if he wanted to suck on it.

"Too sweet for me" declared Alastor, releasing the bowtie.

"I am shocked," replied Lucifer, chuckling.

He put both his hands over the counter and elevated himself on his wings, which suddenly sprung from his back. Vox really didn't like them. Sometimes they could look cool, especially when they interacted with Alastor's shadows or Alastor ran his fingers over the feathers. Apparently they were rather sensitive to the fallen angel. But most of the time they were only used to be at the height of Alastor, and then they were only a barrier that made it difficult to see what they were doing. Lucifer was smirking as he got close to the other's face.

"Wanna have a second taste just to make sure?"

"Oh, I am sure." Alastor finished his own drink and booped the space where Lucifer did not have a visible nose, before turning around. As he walked over to the center of the room, he was untying his own bowtie. "You look exhausted, your Majesty" commented, sending the black strip to float away to the couch. "Wouldn't you prefer to sit at the bed to be more comfortable? A man of your age shouldn't be forcing himself."

"Oho ho, so how is it going to be?" laughed Lucifer as he went over the counter and jumped forward. His wings moved ever so gently to let him land softly over the carpet and then they retracted back into his small body. Lucifer cleared his throat before following with the script. "So, are you positive that we are all alone? I was under the impression the TV Demon was a huge peeping tom."

Vox smiled to himself, accommodating better in his chair. He never asked for those kinds of lines to be included, but Lucifer was a creative one all on his own and he couldn't say that disliked it.

"Oh, he is," said Alastor, pulling his jacket off his shoulder and letting it slip over his arms. "There is not a second of true privacy with him. Everything that happens is always under his watch." He twisted his neck all the way, giving a sharp wide smile to Lucifer. "I am sure he is looking at all of this right now, like the little perverted freak that he is. But who cares, right?"

Alastor chuckled, sending his jacket the same way as his bowtie. He moved over towards Lucifer and gently pushed him down to the bed, sitting him on the side. With the same smile, Alastor bends over to take away the hat of Lucifer's head and put it to a side. Near enough that Lucifer had his lip half parted, waiting for more contact.

"You are here, your Majesty" commented the radio demon, sliding a finger over the line of his jaw. "He is not. And he only has himself to blame for that one. I think that is more than enough reason to enjoy the time we have available, don't you think?"

Vox bit his virtual bottom lip. Oh, Alastor could be so cruel sometimes. Vox wasn't even sure if he knew that Vox liked it that way or not, but he never brought up such comments after everything was said and done, just in case. He opened up the zipper of his hands to rub a hand over his erection. For a moment he considered leaving it like that, to let the scene work its magic on him.

As he was watching ahead, Alastor had lifted a leg over the edge of the bed and was taking out his shoes methodically, without any rush at all. First lifting his pants to discover the elastics that held his socks in place, humming along as he slowly liberated the fabric from the clasps. A total tease as he pulled down so slowly, stretching every moment like he had the entire eternity to move on.

Vox decided that fuck it. He opened up the zipper all the way and pulled his pants down to his knees, alongside his underwear. He gripped his cock and rubbed on the blue head as he zoomed in both Alastor's ass with his fluffy tail on top and his face, so relaxed, so completely indifferent to the enticing power of his body while wielding it expertly, like a well seasoned and sleepy whore.

Oh, if Valentino was there watching, he would say it was such a waste all of that appeal wasn't being monetized. His business oriented mind would agree with him, but the rest of Vox was just glad that so very few others would ever get to see this side of the radio demon. That made it so much more special, more valuable.

Lucifer, on the other hand, had not moved at all. There was still no visible tent between his legs, but neither of them seemed to mind. If anything, he looked just happy to look up to Alastor with a pleased smile. By the time Alastor had gotten rid of the sock and let it hit the floor, Lucifer looked down and grinned.

"Hey, you polished your hooves!"

Alastor tilted his head, his eyes crinkling at the sides.

"I did. It's never a bad thing to give yourself a treat, don't you think?"

"It looks good on you" Lucifer lifted his gaze again. "Were you planning to take someone's eyes out with them or you just like that they look like they could?"

"Who knows?" Alastor chuckled softly, lifting his other leg in place of the other one to repeat the same process. "The night is still young for me to decide."

"Oh, I see" Lucifer continued grinning as he caressed the elevated thigh of Alastor, going over to run small circles over the hip. "Then I better behave myself so I can keep them on. I would hate to miss anything here."

"Oh, would you now?" Alastor's eyes seemed to twinkle with a different kind of warmth as he bends forward, capturing the lips of the king once again. This kiss was longer, slower, more calm as Alastor accomodated one knee between the legs of Lucifer and put a hand over the chest of the monarch.

As if finally getting one hint right, Lucifer let himself drop on the bed and Alastor followed. For a frankly annoying amount of time, they just make up, like the two weeks since their last encounters had been decades instead. It's not that they were getting heated up even further either, it wasn't like that.

Vox doubted that any of them remembered the cameras were still there, but it was okay by him. As long as they were still there, then they could do whatever they wanted to. That was their deal.

"I believe" whispered Alastor, kissing a red cheek as he moved his leg to straddle the king and he raised up, supporting a hand on Lucifer's shoulder, "that his Majesty has been quite rude already."

"Have I?" asked Lucifer, voice just as soft, holding the thin waist of the radio demon. So thin that the tip of his black fingers could touch each other. Vox knew how easily Lucifer could lift Alastor over his head and throw him around whenever he wanted to. That was the reason his bed was destroyed the second time. Also the night in which Vox discovered that a broken arm was not a reason for Alastor to use his safeword. "How so?"

"Indeed" Alastor nodded, taking one of the hands of Lucifer to his chest, slipping one finger, but only one, in the space between two buttons of his shirt. "Here I am, all alone with nothing but your company to entertain me, your Majesty, and yet, I remain completely dressed up. Could you imagine such a lack of manners from a member of royalty? Truly preposterous."

Lucifer didn't need any more motivation than that. Faster than what a normal sinner would be able to, Lucifer's grip closed around the neck of Alastor and pushed him over the bed. Positioning himself on top of the radio demon, he gripped the front of Alastor's shirt and... looked straight into his eyes, waiting for a final confirmation.

Vox had to find interesting how, despite everything they had done to each other, Lucifer still took those moments to double check. Maybe he felt like he had to, with the whole having the strength and power to do some serious damage with minimal effort. Sometimes Alastor had been frustrated with this habit of the king, hungry for his more violent side, but that night he wasn't. Without a single word crossing between them, Alastor gave a small nod with his head as he held the wrist of Lucifer, softly. Even so, Lucifer inclined forward and whispered.

"Can I break it?" whispered.

"Yes" was the answer, delivered with a chuckle.

"I will fix it later" assured Lucifer and Alastor smiled again, caressing his cheek.

So close that they were almost sharing the same oxygen. So comfortable as if they slept together in that same position every night. Vox knew that wasn't the case, but it was just what it looked like. Especially coming from Alastor, who barely wanted to be touched in the first place.

Despite that show of intimacy, his cock stirred with a new motivation. He complained about the destruction afterward because of course, but he actually preferred it so much more when things got rough. Of course, that wasn't his decision to make either and he had to accept what he was given. Otherwise he would be losing the entire point.

"I know you will."

"Alright" Lucifer gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and raised up again. With a single blink, his eyes changed from the pacific yellow of usual to a livid red surrounded by a golden cat-like iris. Vox started to rub himself up and down, a little bit of drool already escaping from the corner of his screen. "You are right, buddy. I should be able to fix that as soon as possible."

In a second, the claws of Lucifer ripped through Alastor's shirt and then broke off the suspenders with two decisive yanks when those got on his way to leave the entire torso of the radio demon for his exploring.

Vox knew that Lucifer's focus was going to be the chest fluff of Alastor and exactly like that it was, burying his head on that soft fur as his other hand went down the pants. At the touch of the king, the fabric started to light up with a bright, red fire, consuming everything down the long legs of Alastor.

His skin and short fur were all fine as they got revealed. Not the case with the grey underwear, whose latest piece Lucifer pulled out from under Alastor and threw it to a side.

"Now this" hissed Lucifer, his long thin tongue licking over his lips, hand quickly finding the crotch of Alastor and burying his fingers deep between the folds, "this is the pretty hole I wanted to see. Did you miss the attention I gave to it, Al? You can tell me if you do, you are between friends."

"Fuck you" was the instant reply of Alastor, gripping to Lucifer's forearms as he threw his head back.

Lucifer chuckled.

"You are dripping, babe" hissed, holding his chin to force him to look at him. Through another camera, Vox saw the movement of Lucifer's wrist between the legs of Alastor, including the circular one of his thumb, and he tried to match the rhythm on his own hand. "My fingers enter you so easily. Don't tell me this is exactly what you were waiting for since before I was here? What kind of little slut would do that?"

"Shut up" Alastor spoke through gritted teeth and groaned, lifting both his legs closer. Something about closing in around Lucifer like that made him rip through the covers of the bed, letting out a strangled sigh. "Y-you always... talk too much."

Despite everything, Alastor still tried to hold on to some semblance of dignity. It was still too early to drop it, after all. It wouldn't be Alastor if he wasn't going to make Lucifer work a little bit for it.

"Once again, you are right, Al" said Lucifer, exhibiting all his sharp pointy teeth in a smile. In that moment he pulled his hand back and Vox made as much zoom as possible, brightening the image to see that, indeed, the fingers of Lucifer were completely coated in fluids. A few drops fell to his bed, but he wasn't about to complain about that. "Why talk when there are better things I could be doing with my mouth?"

"W-wait..."

The weak attempt at a protest from Alastor went ignored. Lucifer quickly lifted him by the waist from the border of the bed and got his face between the legs of the radio demon just like he had done with his chest fluff. The sound of loud slurping was obscene and no doubt adding to the intense blush in Alastor's face. Lucifer didn't really need to breathe, so he could keep going as long as he wanted to, until Alastor cum so many times he would pass out. Vox had seen it happen already.

Truth be told, in moments like that he did appreciate that Alastor had chosen the king for these kinds of activities. Lucifer had been told about what to expect in the bedroom with Alastor, of course, but the moment he actually saw it by himself, the fallen angel didn't waste a single moment to become very acquainted with that part of the sinner's body. It was like he was giving himself a feast with how much enthusiasm he was going at it, getting drunk in a way that no alcoholic drink could ever achieve.

Seeing the positive reaction that Alastor had, Vox had tried doing it more often. But it wasn't quite the same, not even if Vox was the one with the tongue able to vibrate. Oh, well, it didn't matter. As long as he still got to see the radio demon lose himself entirely, then that was fine enough.

"L-lucifer..." Alastor's back arched over the bed, squishing his legs together at each side of the man's head.

One of the differences between when he did it and Lucifer did, was that Alastor could actually crush his head when he got like that. For as sexy as that was as a concept, it was annoying to have to look for a replacement without using his own eyes as soon Alastor relaxed again. That was never going to be a problem with the king of pride, and they all could be grateful about it.

"You are so pretty" praised Lucifer between sighs. His mouth closed around the tiny clit and teased with one tongue, while another one rubbed Alastor's wall from the inside. Somehow, however, his words came out clear, despite his mouth never matching the words. His red eyes light up the belly of Alastor and the thighs."You know you have the prettiest cunt in all of Hell, right? And I would know."

Alastor's breathing was becoming harsher, gripping to the bed until his claws made more holes through the fabric. Lucifer was relentless, merciless, drawing the entire alphabet over Alastor's weak point.

Vox's hand went even faster too. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine himself as the one to create those sounds out of Alastor. With his eyes open, he could be in the same room as them and stare straight into Alastor's face as his erection was becoming full hard. His strained expression and open mouth full of moans was so effective for him, it didn't matter that he was covering his face with a forearm.

Lucifer gripped hard to Alastor's thighs, small lines of sinner's blood there where his claws ran through the fur. The static around Alastor increased ever more, making his image glitch in the camera. But it was still stable enough to see who was the one in his bed, eaten out like the best dessert Hell had ever seen. Vox could even distinguish how his antlers were enlarging, not for fight, but an increasing energy he could no longer control.

It couldn't last forever, though. Vox knew the climax was there when it was clear Alastor had no idea what to do with his other arm, flapping it over the bed as a wounded bird trying to fly away or save himself from drowning. The tension on his waist was palpable as he thrusted against the face of Lucifer. Both his hooves extended as far they could.

Then, suddenly, he tensed up even further and kept very still. One, two seconds he remained exactly like that, as if frozen in place, and the next moment he collapsed onto the bed, gasping for air.

"Hah! I still got it" celebrated Lucifer, finally letting him go. He licked his own chin covered in fluids and smiled satisfied. "How are you doing, Bambie?"

Alastor let his forearm slide off his face and looked down. His face had softened up considerably, all his sharp edges sanded off right after his orgasm.

"I am... fine" said, forming a slow frown. "But you..."

"Oh, I am fantastic here" assured Lucifer with a grin. "You didn't think that was all we were going to do, did you? Do you want some water before we continue?"

After a soft nod from Alastor, Lucifer moved quickly to lift his head with one arm and conjure a full glass with his other one. He held the glass with his own fingers as he let the sinner drink from it. A small little break.

Vox agitated back and forth in his chair, biting his virtual lips. Sure, Alastor may have had his happy ending, but he still hasn't reached his own. If anything, he had been stuck at that place where he knew he was so close but could be stopped so easily. Huffing for himself, he kept caressing his erection to keep alive as he waited. There was no other choice there.

All the while, he couldn't help but to be irritated. Oh, please, as if Alastor wasn't one of the strongest overlords out there, infamous in his own right. As if the man hadn't destroyed entire buildings during battles and came out fresh as a bouquet of flowers afterwards. From where Lucifer took the idea that he needed to treat Alastor with such delicacy, to be so careful? Maybe that was just his default, considering the whole being the strongest being in all of Hell. He had to be careful or he would have forced Alastor to respawn a long time ago.

That was all fine and good, but it didn't explain why Alastor was letting him do it.

Vox tried to distract himself already imagining what else could come next. More denigrating insults? Spanking? Oh, he could do with some good old choking. You could never go wrong with strangling some radio host while pounding him against the bed until his legs forgets what is walking. To finally have such a big mouthed demon struggle to form any word at all was always a delight. Some fake fighting until he was fucked into submission. If Lucifer could manage to get Alastor to beg for a release, or another hit, or to never stop, whatever it was, but beg, that would be just great for him.

If only those two could get on with it already.

"Are you okay?"

What the hell was Lucifer whispering for? He did know that he could still hear, right? Everything in that room may as well be his eyes and ears.

"Mmm" Alastor nodded while letting out a sigh. He let his head fall against the chest of Lucifer, lowering his ears. For a few moments, Lucifer petted them gently while waiting for the radio demon to make the next move.

The first night they were also like that, annoyingly enough. Lucifer seemed so completely lost about what to do or how to do it, when everyone and their grandma already knew that the devil himself was far from being a virgin. Alastor had to practically guide him all the way, keep assuring that he wanted it, and it was so slow, holy shit, so fucking slow while they became familiarized with each other's bodies, that when they finally started having sex, Vox was shocked to see that Alastor seemed to still like it. He knew for a fact that most demons would have been frustrated a while ago. At that point Alastor wasn't a virgin either, so why the devil insisted that way was anyone's guess.

Just like that night, Alastor groaned softly and reached his hand forward between the legs of Lucifer. Despite not being touched at all, by himself or Alastor, the king somehow had remained firm the entire time. Alastor wrapped his hand around the considerable cock (bigger than his, noted Vox with a tingling of shameful pleasure) and stroked him. He lifted his head slightly and kissed Lucifer's jaw, as the devil closed his eyes.

"Fuck me." Again with the useless whispering.

Well, at least that seemed good enough to put Lucifer in the right mood. Now he didn't need that much convincing to do what he was there to do in the first place. He lowered his head to reach Alastor's mouth and kiss, full on tongue in tongue action, while getting himself on top of the radio demon again. Alastor had his legs wrapped around Lucifer's waist and joined his ankles at the lower back of the devil. A thin black tail came out to wrap around Alastor's thighs as Lucifer thrusted inside.

Despite already cumming once, which should have left him more loose, Alastor still groaned and gripped Lucifer's sides at the introduction. While giving kisses to the long neck of the sinner, Lucifer gave him a few seconds until it was clear that Alastor was lifting his own hips, rubbing onto him.

Only then did Lucifer start moving his hips. Decisively, yes, with strong thrust that bounced against the bed. But it didn't have the same energy that Vox expected after the cloth ripping and the burning of pants. Those two were barely separating from each other. Anyone could think that they were trying to save some heat in the middle of the first winter in Hell.

In any case, Alastor was into it. His claws gripped to the wide back of the king, first to keep a hold over him, but soon enough drawing thin lines of golden blood. Unfortunately, none of those wounds was deep enough to drip or let the blood travel far before the skin had regenerated itself. Still, that didn't stop the clawing from happening. Lucifer, on the other hand, had put an arm around Alastor's neck, grabbing a handful of red hair as he huffed a small puff of black smoke.

Vox changed the perspective, from the side of them, to the very back, where he could see their point of union. The other camera kept focused on Alastor's front from the ceiling. Valentino would lose his mind if he saw that massive thing being wasted in such a way, without gracing any film for future perverts to enjoy. He could almost hear his gasp of outrage at the fact that Alastor was the one receiving it, so wet that his slick was sliding onto his unused ass, and not one of his contracts, or worse, himself.

But this was okay. Vox inclined further in his chair as his hand was speeding up, elevating the volume of Alastor's moaning to fill the entire place. Every time that Lucifer disappeared inside to the base, Alastor gave a tiny choked up moan that surely would leave his throat raw. It almost sounded painful, tiny and vulnerable like a puppy being tortured. In his humble opinion, none of Alastor's broadcasts had ever sounded better than when he was right there in that position. Just a hungry little slut taking all in. Absolutely beautiful.

His own heat revived. It didn't take him long to find again his sweet spot, that one where all he had to go was to keep moving ahead and he could have the sweetest fall of all. His last one had been with Valentino, after his hundred break up with Angel Dust, so this treat was entirely his, only for him. Oh, who cared if Alastor was calling and screaming for another man, if it was still Vox influence that allowed him to feel that pleasure? There shouldn't be that much of a shame to feel small in front of the king himself, regardless of how tiny his physical body was. It was only natural, if anything! Compete against the big bad boss, the same one that could destroy his whole industry in the blink of an eye? What a joke.

No, Vox was powerless in front of any of this. If there was no option for him there, then the only thing left was to actually enjoy it, wasn't it? To accept that his bed was going to smell both deer in heat and seed of fallen angel. To know that he wasn't even a thought on any of their heads. That was still his bed, that was still his space. This show was still all for him, only for him. Not even god could claim the same privilege, and if tried to, not with the same pleasure Vox was taking.

He inclined further over the screen and took out his tongue, licking the thick cock of the devil and the quivering pussy of Alastor receiving him. There was nothing else but the cold glass in reality, but in his head he could picture the flavor of Alastor with something else, something indescribably sweet, deliciously corrupted, as sin should be. He also licked the pale testicles slamming against Alastor's ass, thinking of all the times he had seen Alastor bite into them, lick them, fondled them, all with the same drunken expression of someone who never wanted to come down his high again, without ever causing more than grunts of desire as a response. Any paint that was in that room was fully desired, needed, searched for.

The temptation of teleporting there and getting an actual taste was becoming greater the more the muscles on his abdomen tensed up. How bad could it be? Just one lick, maybe a little bit, to finally understand why Alastor wanted this, why he got so lost in it. Wouldn't it be worth it, even if he ended up destroying their deal?

And yet, he remained there, as if tied by magical ropes. If this deal was done, he was never going to get the same show again and there was not going to be any other record of it but his own memory. He knew that and so he had to stay away, to preserve it. As his grip became tighter, more intense became the groans coming from Lucifer himself. His movement lost its rhythm.

Oh, but he was a gentleman, of course. So while moving slower, Lucifer kissed Alastor's clavicle and shoulder again as he slid a hand between them. The moment Alastor opened up his mouth wider, his brows furrowed as if the pressure was becoming unbearable, Vox knew that Lucifer wanted them to cum together.

He didn't mind. In fact, he almost preferred it too when the entrance of Alastor started spasming with the stimulation. The testicles of Lucifer, heavy and round, tensed up against the shaft and pressed together to announce the end. Lucifer grunted, but Alastor fully screamed with a screeching radio behind. The distortion in the image extended over Lucifer himself, with Alastor still wrapped around his waist. For a couple of seconds, both of them were one single broken image made out of white, red and soft brown with spots of gold and black.

In some place of his mind, Vox worried that Alastor's released energy could break any of his lenses and ruin his clarity. But the issue fixed itself and suddenly he saw the two of them exactly as they were. Still keeping themselves together, Lucifer looked up just as Alastor looked down. Their eyes found each other.

Alastor gave him a tired but satisfied smile. Lucifer smirked before reaching up to kiss him. With a placid static hum, similar in sound to a cat's purr, Alastor holds him by the neck. Silently, they both agreed to move to get into their sides on top of the bed. Naturally, Lucifer ended up slipping outside of Alastor's body and Vox could see so, so, so clearly the way Lucifer's cum started to slip from the still pulsing pussy.

He finally came, moaning and gasping for air, right in the space in front of his chair. After the brief stop he was forced to endure, to finally let his body relax was such a big relief he just let himself fall in the chair. He whipped his forehead from virtual drops of sweat as the swirling sounds of his internal fans started going to regulate his temperature.

Alastor and Lucifer were back to kissing on the screen, gentle touch over bodies that were not going to go anywhere or excite anyone, but he didn't care right now. Everything was just perfectly fine with the entire world. How could it be otherwise when he felt so good?

His throat felt a little coarse, though. Swiveling his chair to the side, he reached over a mini fridge had brought with him just in case and took out a bottle of water. Nobody knew how, with a cybernetic body, he was still able to have drinks and food just like everyone else. Vox had learned a long time ago to not question it either. As he turned around on his chair, he saw his little modified roomba had already taken care of his spill.

On the screen, now Alastor was riding Lucifer. Three times in one night?

"Wow, someone is needy" commented with a chuckle, changing the perspective to be on the front.

Alastor was slower now, moving his hips back and forth over the king's waist while keeping his hand over the chest under him. With his eyes closed and deer ears pulled all the way back, though, he didn't look bad at all.

Vox relaxed back, hand behind his head. It was far too slow to do much of anything for him, especially so soon after climaxing, but it was still a nice image. If he went up a couple of more centimeters more, he could almost pretend that Alastor was riding him. If only Alastor ever knew to keep his mouth quiet.

"Lucifer, ah, Lucifer..."

It's like the man somehow knew what he was doing. Vox sighed as he took another sip. The good thing at least is that slow sex usually meant that Alastor was going to be still wanting more when Lucifer left. Vox was almost not ashamed to admit to himself that the best sex they had had was right after these encounters, when the skin of Alastor was still hot from the activity and his whole face flushed.

It had been a neat little surprise to discover after that first night. Right after the king had already left the room and Vox appeared there to check on Alastor, the radio demon had been the one to call him onto bed and elevate his tail on an obvious invitation. There was something to be said about the fact that Alastor was still full with Lucifer's seed and he didn't even though to clean himself up before receiving Vox as well. But Vox was not going to be the man to say it when all he cared about was how slippery, warm and welcoming Alastor was.

During other nights, Alastor was the one to disappear back to the hotel after Lucifer. In other, he just took a quick shower to clean himself up and went to sleep, merely murmuring a good night to Vox before he was gone. On one occasion, Alastor had yelled at him to get out and leave him alone, to never touch him again. But it was just that one time, so Vox didn't take it to heart. Alastor had his reasons to be emotional anyway.

He hoped this meant Alastor would be pliant to him. It had been... how long? Two weeks since the last time they were together like that? They still had dates, but it was becoming rare the nights Alastor spent it with him. It's not that Vox couldn't understand why, but it was annoying all the same. The scene in front gave him some hope that could change, even if just for tonight.

"Babe" moaned Lucifer, hands running up and down the sides of Alastor. "You feel so good, babe. You are so hot, you always are."

Alastor chuckled, blushing, not out of the compliment. He continued moving his hips as he bent over and kissed Lucifer twice. The hands of the devil finally found their place grabbing the radio demon's ass. However, he still let the slow movement continue. As soon he tried to move from there and give his fingers another use, a black tentacle manifested from the lower back of Alastor to return it to his place.

"That is not necessary," explained Alastor, kissing the blonde head. "Just let me do this."

"You sure...? I don't mind."

"It's fine." Increasing his speed a little more, Alastor let out the air as he tensed his muscles around the cock buried inside. The sinner bites his own bottom lip. "This is enough."

Lucifer caressed and stroked whatever portion of the demon's body he could reach. Vox watched the hour and realized it had been two hours already. He only hoped Alastor was not going to be tired enough to let him have a go at it.

By the time Lucifer climaxed again, Vox looked at his own erection. It had awakened a little bit, but not enough to feel like a need to do something about it. On the screen, Alastor smiled amused looking down.

"Come here, you vixen.”

Alastor's shoulder agitated with a subtle chuckle as he bends over Lucifer. They both stayed closer this time, without saying a word, whisper or otherwise. Lucifer's cock was still nowhere to be seen, lost on the connection of their bodies, and Vox knew that was entirely thanks to the will of Alastor as much as Lucifer. The gentle nuzzling and slow kisses were boring, but the idea of Alastor doing it with a cock warmer did help to stir him up somewhat. Oh, he had to be full down there now. It should be overflowing the moment Lucifer was out.

That attractive mental image almost made him miss when Lucifer talked again.

“I have to go.”

Vox agreed. Maybe if Alastor was in a really, really good mood, he would let Vox clean him up with his tongue? If he allowed that, he could say whatever insult he wanted to too. How pathetic Vox was, what a disgusting lack of dignity he was displaying. Anything that came out of his mouth wouldn't make the experience any less worth it.

“I know.”

Alastor rubbed his face against Lucifer's neck, either to impregnate him with his scent or to save forever in his nose the scent of Lucifer. Vox had forgotten what deer behavior was.

“I have to” repeated Lucifer, almost like an apology, and took one of the hands of Alastor to kiss his knuckles. As if it were a damsel he was saying goodbye to after a dance at the ball. Vox chuckled at how stupid the comparison was. “See you later at the hotel?”

“Of course” Alastor was not looking at the king when saying that. His old usual smile returned to his face easily, like usual. “Where else?”

Lucifer stared at him for a moment longer, but nodded and kissed his forehead. He stayed with his lips connected there.

“Oh for Satan's ass,” Vox complained. “You said you had to go, then go! If you want a hotel, you are at the wrong place. Don't you have a realm to run or something?”

He grumbled when he had to close his pants up, enclosing and constricting his barely alive erection. If those two took any longer on their bullshit, it was going to be completely dead in no time. Didn't they ever get tired of pulling the same shit? They already knew they had limited time from the start, and yet, they still acted surprised by the end of it all. Who did they think they were kidding with that nonsense?

Alastor turned his head slightly. Vox had the brief hope that it was to tell the king to hurry already. It wouldn't be the first time either. But what Alastor intended to do was to kiss him again, gripping to the hand Lucifer was using to hold him. Nobody had any sense of time, apparently.

Once they separated, Lucifer brushed the hair off Alastor's face and his gaze became heavy.

“Are you okay?” asked and Vox groaned. How many times could he ask that without just getting bored?

“Perfectly” Alastor perked up slightly and pushed him by the chest, softly, barely moving the chest of Lucifer at all. “See you tomorrow, your Majesty.”

Lucifer nodded. The calling of his title had to be a good reminder that he had nothing else to do there. Vox shushed him away the entire time that it took Lucifer to dress up again and make an entire new suit and pants that joined the jacket in the couch. The last piece of his own outfit, the hat, came floating to his hand easily.

“Good night, Alastor” wished, the shadow of the hat hiding his eyes.

Alastor hadn't moved from his position in the bed, his back turned to the door.

“Good night, your Majesty.”

Back in the hallway, Lucifer looked up to the camera pointing at him and gave it a nod of acknowledgement.

“Yeah, yeah, just go already”. Vox returned the signal through the camera.

A second later, a new portal opened in the hallway and Lucifer stepped inside. The moment that was closed, Vox finished his bottle and threw it to his back before jumping to the screen. Through a blue lightning, he landed at the door of his bedroom door and opened up.

“Knock, knock” called playfully, making his way inside. He walked over the shoes and socks of Alastor until stand at the front of the bed. “So, how was the night? I can see that the bed at least is still standing.”

Alastor was still in the same position. Without rising his head from the mattress, he spoke:

“We should break up.”

Vox closed his eyes briefly and let his groan only sound inside. This bullshit again? Joining his hands together in a clap, Vox slided over to the side of Alastor with a huge seller's smile.

“Yeah, alright. I heard you, I get it. Let's say that we do that. Let's say that we do break up. What is going to be the next step after that, Alastor?” As Alastor didn't reply, Vox bended towards him. “You become a single man and go to Lucifer being all, hey, guess who is out in the market again! Wanna try? And he totally accepts and is totally up for it, over the moon. That is what you think is going to happen?” Vox chuckled and took a seat at the border of the bed when Alastor pushed away, coveting himself in the bedsheets, trying to make himself smaller. He knew as well as Vox what came next. This wasn't the first time they had this conversation. “Well, let's say that is exactly what happens. How long do you think is going to take for him to find out you killed his child?”

Alastor jolted and curled on himself. Vox continued. Obviously he needed to be reminded of what was at stake here.

“How reasonable or understanding do you think Lucifer is going to be when he finds out? Mister I am the greatest dad in hell and live for my daughter? Because we both know that he will, sooner or later. Our deal right now forbids him from asking more than he should, but take that out of the way and oops, suddenly it turns out that you can't lie to the father of lies! Who could have seen that one coming!” Vox crossed one leg over the other, inclining his head indolently as if Alastor was so silly for not thinking that. “Do you think he is going to listen to you when you say that you were terrified because it reminded you too much of the fact you weren't born with a penis? What was that you said to the doctor? “Take this parasite out of me right now, right away”?

Alastor shivered under the covers and planted a hand over his mouth, as if suddenly sick. But none of this was a shock for him. He knew there were cameras at the hospital, he knew that Vox could amplify his receptor as much as he could, he knew that medical records were to hack into for the man who provided those computers in the first place. He knew all of that and still did it because that Alastor was not thinking of any other consequences than the one his body was forcing him to carry. Getting rid of it was the priority, nothing else mattered. He was nothing but a ball of nerves and panic, one hair away from exploding.

Vox was there for him, of course. He bribed and paid and made deals to keep the whole issue underwraps. He never liked children nor wanted any, so one less to deal with was nothing but a relief for him. The day he found out that sinners were not able to reproduce was a happy one for him. Nobody told him, just like nobody told Alastor, that the first fallen angel was so powerful that he could create his own exception even among sinners. Lilith had been the first sinner, after all, and Alastor interacted with the result of that union each day.

If anything, the news came like gold on a platinum platter. For a while now he had been noticing that Alastor was becoming distant from him and that was unacceptable. The whole arrangement with Lucifer was supposed to fix their issues, not make things worse.

What others would have seen as a disadvantage, Vox saw as an opportunity. While holding a panicked Alastor that waited for the potion he had taken to do its work, Vox spoke softly and confidently. Nobody had to know any of this. This didn't have to be a big deal at all. The only thing that he had to do was to keep dating Vox. Simple as that. Just like they were doing already. If he did that, Vox would do everything in his power so Lucifer would never hear a single rumor of what happened.

“Isn't this just so much better than to stand all that stress and uncertainty?” asked Vox with a sigh. “If we keep things this way, at least you get to fuck him and do all that lovey lovey shit you like so much. It's also a mercy that you are doing to him if you think about it. I mean, a guy like that would have loved to become a parent again. Are you sure you want to have that kind of conversation with him, Alastor? I can always just call him to come right now and then you can tell him yourself. Hey, maybe I am wrong and he doesn't mind at all! Wanna find out?”

Alastor stayed still. So still in fact that Vox wondered if maybe he had fallen asleep somehow.

But no, he was full awake. His voice came out like the croak of a resentful toad.

“I hate you.”

Vox sighed. Well, there were his chances to have some fun for himself that night.

“Don't be childish now, Alastor” said, patting one of the legs of Alastor. Almost immediately Alastor hid it from him. “I will let you rest and clear your head. In the morning we can have some breakfast and maybe by then you will realize this whole argument was pointless. I don't want to cause you any problem with the king, Alastor, believe it or not. So why would you want to?”

This time only silence was his answer. Vox groaned to himself as he stood up. A night in his second bedroom it was. He disappeared through another camera as just a pillow, guided by a pillow, failed to hit him. Alastor was so cute, as if they hadn't agreed that for the duration of their relationship they wouldn't ever try to hurt each other.

It seemed so romantic at that moment.