TRÊVE
A door creaks open, footsteps coming closer. Without notice, a jolt is felt by Alastor from an immense tug making his eyes meet the cause.
Vox: Woah-ho-ho, you look ever-so-terrible Alastor. How’s that rope treating ya?! Being my captive and all, which you volunteered. HA! What was that about?! Oh, right! Like I give a shit! Hahaha.
Vox smugly walks around taunting Alastor's constrained space, to face Alastor again. But his stare is not as sharp as before, but the opposite of some kind. To closely examine, he lowers down to move in closer and have his hands grip on this simple office chair’s arm rest.
Vox: What's that look on your face, hmm?
Their eyes now leveled, silence fills the room. Vox glitches, yet still stuck on Alastor's gaze. “Plop”. He hears and looks down, a stain darker than the red of Alastor’s trousers. “Plop”.
Vox, with a swift motion to look up at Alastor and finally he sees, a sight new to him.
Alastor’s pleading eyes, with heavy muffled panting. All thanks to a muzzle, now in use after years in storage. A frown is painted on the surface to align with Alastor’s permanent smile.
Vox, once again glitched and took a step back to see the full picture. A sight he embeds in his system to never forget.
Alastor's ears are vigorously swiveling to catch Vox’s attention.
Vox notices. Alastor’s left ear gestures down and back up and then down, as his right ear is raised steadily facing Vox.
Vox is perplexed at what Alastor is doing, until he unconsciously takes the muzzle off and a splash of drool lands on Alastor's lap. It’s been a while, but his radio voice enters the atmosphere.
Alastor: Sit on me.
An electric current flows through Vox’s system. A quick second to rationalize the position Alastor is in, he knows what he meant.
Alastor: What's the matter Vox? Want to hear it again? Hmm…Alright. Sit.On.Me.
As expected of Alastor, you can never get a read from him. A flat tone came after being kept quiet. And the next, sarcasm out his mouth. Which one is serious? Which one is a joke? But in the end, you’d end up being the fool.
Vox: Oh. Ha ha, ha ha. You little bitch! Ha ha ha. FUCK YOU!
May I remind you where you stand, Alastor…at the bottom you little fucker! You think, you can make a fool out of me again?! Well…you already lost. And I finally have won! My next phase is just getting started.
Alastor: And what might that be?
Vox: Hm, hm, can’t wait to hear it?
Alastor: Oh, I’m dying from anticipation, Vincent.
Vox leads Alastor to lean back against his prison chair, closing their gap. Both lips slightly parted, inhaling each other's hot breath. Vox keeps his hands steady on the arm rest; his left knee moves on to the seat, brushing on Alastor’s thigh. Poor Alastor, he makes his feet planted for stillness, as he lets Vox climb on top of him.
Vox: Was that a request?
Alastor: Perhaps.
One looks up, while the other looks down, with eyes stuck on each other. Vox glides his hands towards Alastor's bow tie, and starts fiddling with it. His hands now move in the opposite direction. Left hand to the back rest. Right hand slowly moves down, feeling every inch of fabric, to land on Alastor's throbbing dick.
Vox: You certainly built up quite the “anticipation” Alastor. Was seeing Valentino and I fuck infront you…get you any ideas? Like you want to take his place and feel how it is to get pounded on, hard.
Alastor let out a whimper while squirming in his constraints.
Before Alastor could roll his head back for some release, Vox stopped him.
Vox: Don’t take your eyes off me, Alastor. Until I say so, eyes on me.
Alastor gulps down what has been building up in his throat, and nods a yes.
Vox, hot at the sign of agreement, then fondles Alastor's hard cock. A mixture of wet from his slobber, mainly because of the muzzle, and his seeping pre-cum at Vox’s command.
Vox unzipped his pants, as both knees steadied his stance. He let out his hardened member, stroking its length. His screen is spiraling, but he must be present to this new field between him and Alastor.
Vox inches his body toward and closes himself to Alastor’s. The fabric between them serves as a wall, until he finally releases Alastor’s quivering cock. Vox grinding in motion, both feeling each other and letting out moans; his right hand cups both shafts, keeping them fused.
Forehead to forehead, Alastor keeps Vox’s word, his eyes locked on him. But Vox’s eyes darted to Alastor's panting mouth.
Vox’s left hand, placed next to Alastor's shoulder, moved slowly to untie Alastor's constraints, as both ravished each other's lips and lashed each other's tongues.
Alastor, now free, felt the same electric current as Vox while carrying him to bed.
Alastor lays Vox down, still at each other's mouths, growling and grunting at the chance they get. Vox pounces into Alastor, as Alastor takes a pace to unbutton his shirt; bow tie half undone and top coat already on the floor on their way to bed.
Vox helps to undo the buttons, until he notices the scar on Alastor's chest; not haphazardly fixed as before. Alastor noticed.
Alastor: You didn’t have to, you know.
Vox: You're right. I could’ve just put you out of your misery, hehe. But it just feels right, to patch it up.
Alastor blushed, but before Vox could notice; Alastor's shadow tentacles sprung from his back, ripping Vox’s entire clothing and spreading him wide open.
Alastor: I knew you were a softie, but this is the exception.
Alastor probes Vox’s tip, down his shaft. Vox tries to cover his sweet whines at the sliding motion of Alastor’s fingers.
Alastor: What happened to “all eyes on me”, Vox?
Vox finding his sight at the ceiling, darts down to Alastor fondling his engorged dick.
Fuck. Vox huffs, wriggling in fervor. He is now caught in Alastor's constraints. A situation he vowed to never be in again. But this time, it’s different. The invisible strings of bygone inspiration materialize to markings of lust; his quiet wishful thinking came to fruition.
That fruition is the scene of Alastor slivering his tongue out while looking at Vox with hungry eyes. Alastor, lowering his chin down, scheming to envelop Vox’s hefty length.
Vox, wrangling in his constraints, feels every inch of Alastor's sopping mouth taking him in, looking all intoxicatingly cute.
Vox can’t hide the flush on his face nor his desire to shove his cock into Alastor's tight entrance. Alastor couldn’t agree more, with that look of begging painted on his face.
A haste of Vox’s wires shreds Alastor's remaining clothing. Releasing himself from Alastor’s binds and pinning Alastor down towards him. Vox encloses himself between Alastor’s thighs. A nudge on Alastor’s entrance, pressing in, pacing slowly… to thrust upon inside.
Feeling every inch of pleasure, especially seeing it on Alastor’s face; as he let out shouts of ecstasy as Vox’s pounding deep inside.
Skin to skin, the sweet scent of intoxicating musk. Vox sinking down into Alastor; driving himself and Alastor to euphoric madness.
Alastor: Have you proven your point, Vox?
Vox: And what point would that be?
Alastor: It’s in the tune of, “you're my bottomest bitch”.
Vox let out a chuckle while being nuzzled into Alastor's neck, pressing for bite marks; still firm in his dominance. Until Alastor reverses the role, which Vox keenly smirks at the idea.
Vox: Alright, Alastor. Fuck me like I’m your toy to play with.
Alastor: I intend to.
Alastor lets out his shadow tentacles, trapping Vox once again.
Vox: Again?
Alastor: This is how I play with my toys, Vox.
Vox: It’s kinda getting old. What’s a seasoned overload with no few tricks up his sleeve, huh?
Alastor: I guess I could…play a new game.
Vox: I’m listening.
Alastor retracts his shadows and forms a chain that collars Vox’s neck.
Vox: So you do have a few tricks.
Vox leaning on his outstretched arms with legs crossed, facing Alastor.
Alastor: And a challenge.
Vox: Go on.
Alastor: You are not to touch me, nor yourself.
Vox: That’s it?! Easy.
Alastor: Splendid. Oh, I almost forgot. As I got nothing better to do than listening to what's going on around here. I overheard from your partner, Valentino, about a safe word to incorporate in this kind of situation. I am constricting your airway, it's best to know when to stop.
Vox: Look at you being consensual.
Alastor: Yes, yes. Sign of the times.
Vox: Hmmm, let's see. How about, bumper.
Alastor: Then it's settled. Now, Vox. Turn around and all fours.
Vox reeling to open for Alastor's hardened shaft, his pulse is quickening; as Alastor bucks in place and buries himself inside Vox’s hot orifice. The reins on him gives control on how he arches his back at the pounding of Alastor's hips. Vox is gasping, slobbering. His cock swelling, but unable to be relieved. His hands are clenched into a fist, nails digging to his palms; trying not to lose in Alastor’s challenge. “Lose? Or obey?”, he thought.
Alastor: It’s not as easy as it sounds like, huh. Vox? Haha. Smack
Vox croaked at Alastor’s spanking, setting a prickle on the area. But the sensation was abrupt when he felt a tug from Alastor chains, pulling him to settle on Alastor's firmed shaft.
Alastor starts bouncing against Vox's rear, still facing away from him; as Vox is letting out pleasing sighs.
Unable to touch Alastor's slender body was set for Vox, but Alastor unknowingly set a challenge for himself. He is faced away from seeing Vox in this erotic mess. The realization made him roll over on his left side, dragging Vox with him.
Alastor lets go of the chain, and turns Vox over to see the mess he made out of him. Alastor spreads Vox’s legs wide open, exposing his twitching cock; looking for a sign of relief. He aligns himself to meet Vox’s eyes, and grasps his hands.
Alastor: Good boy, Vincent
Alastor’s pressing in and out of Vox’s hole, while lowered down so that Vox’s dick could glide against his stomach; giving him the release he longs for. Sucking at each other's mouths. Both feel the rush of each other's fervidness, to join in absolute shockwaves.
Vox once again finds himself staring at the ceiling, he turns over to Alastor drinking whiskey.
Vox: Why’d you let yourself be in enemy territory anyway?
Alastor: I have my reasons, but I’m not willing to share.
Vox: Still being the elusive radio demon, I see.
Vox sits upright and lights himself a cigarette, he takes a huff before Alastor takes it for himself.
Alastor: I suppose you deserve an explanation of some kind, but it’s not of this era.
Alastor waits for Vox’s quip, but his silence proceeds. Alastor huffs again, and puts out the bud.
Alastor: Alright, here I go. I realize I could have declined your offer a tad bit more nicely back then. I did treat you as my equal. I respected you. Shitting on your idea was a bad call. Because it took me a while to understand that, we’re opposite sides of the same coin. So you see, power can be gained by any means; depending on the demon that wants power of course. Only I, alone, can gain what I want. But for you Vox, you needed the help. You can’t do it alone. And that’s where I need to apologize. There's nothing wrong with wanting help. I’m truly sorry. I should’ve realized that a lot sooner. And I can see, I’m the one chained.
Vox: What do you mean by that?
Alastor: Nothing. But look at the bright side, if it hadn’t been for that ending. We wouldn’t have that kind of beginning, between you and I. Yet, I must say. You can still climb up to your ranks that you have right now; even if I did, turn you down nicely. Your Vox, after all.
Vox: Yeah, ha ha. What could have been, if things went differently. And you're probably right. I would pick myself back up and make you my rival anyway.
Alastor: That’s the spirit. But please. Do not force me to be a voyeur to your escapades again.
Vox: No can do, Alastor. You're still under my house. You’re still on my string. And I might let you join in next time.
Alastor: Fun. That's sarcasm, by the way.
-TRÊVE
-RadioStatic
