For @elsa-fogen Based on her "Incompatible Frequencies" AU
Warning: Contains themes of SA, r*pe, and abuse, as well as scenes of projectile vomiting and diarrhea.
The third year of their little arrangement. Another chance to celebrate the New Year with Alastor.
It was a bit of a tedious year, what with Alastor being a passive aggressive little brat. Seriously, what was with the attitude? A couple of scratches and he gets the fucking cold shoulder?
Still, Vox supposed he could let it slide. He did get a bit carried away last time... and the stuff Al made him do this year wasn't too horrible...
He should probably go a little easy on him this time. More flies with honey and all that.
When he arrived at the apartment, he was surprised, and pleased, at the sight.
Alastor was already in bed, and even in the dark Vox could see he was completely nude.
Vox smirked. "Oh, baby, were you waiting for me?"
He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt as he made his way towards the bed. "If I'd known you were that desperate I would've come sooner."
He slid into the other side of the bed, trailing his claws gently down Alastor's bare back. He furrowed his brow as he noticed how cold his skin was - even more so than usual.
"Already trembling and we haven't even started." As he trailed his hand down lower, he grinned widely at how wet Al was down there. "Or maybe you're just cold? Don't worry. I'll warm you up in a bi-"
And that's when the smell hit him.
Vox reeled back in disgust as the very recognizable odor of excrement hit his olfactory sensors. At the same time, something thick and warm and slimy oozed over Vox's fingers.
Horrified, Vox leapt off the bed and turned on the lamp to get a better look.
Sure enough, that wasn't lube covering Vox's hand.
Furious, and holding back the urge to vomit, he turned to the still silent and naked Alastor, grabbing his shoulder roughly and yanking him forward to look at Vox.
"ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! DID YOU SERIOUSLY JUST- WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH-?!"
Vox froze as he got a good look at Alastor's face. His skin was pale and clammy, and he was sweating profusely. His crimson eyes were dull and had a glossiness to them. His hair was damp with sweat and sticking to his head. And his mouth - still stuck in that ever-present grin - was coated in thick, chunky, yellow bile. It coated his teeth, ran down his chin and lay drying and crusty on his chest.
Vox had to fight back the urge to vomit himself as he ripped the covers off the bed. Nearly the whole mattress was covered in vomit and excrement.
"Jesus H... are you actually serious right now? H-How long have you been like this?"
In lieu of an answer, Alastor retched and spewed out vomit like a geyser. Vox quickly dodged to the side, though not quick enough to avoid his pants leg getting drenched, as well as having some splash across his screen.
Disgusted, Vox practically ripped off his shirt and wiped furiously at his screen and his hand. Throwing it away, he headed towards the door.
"...and just where... do you think you're going...old pal...?"
Vox stopped as Alastor's voice, weak and raspy, came from the nearby radio.
"Uh, to call a hospital? I don't know what you caught, but you're clearly sick as a dog. Just because you're too stubborn to get help, doesn't mean-"
Vox froze as he felt a yank on his wrist. He looked down at the glowing green shackle and chain that slowly tapered off into blue, connected to the blue shackle on Alastor's wrist.
No.
"...You can't be serious."
"Once a year...that was the deal. The year's almost up...only three hours left...better get to it..."
"Are you fucki-NO! Hell no! Not when you're like thi-"
"Oh yes you are."
Alastor sat up with a strength he shouldn't have had in his condition. His glazed over eyes bored into Vox's.
"You see...it occurred to me, Vox...that there's nothing in our deal that says...you have to enjoy our little trysts."
"...what."
"You want to have sex with me that badly? You want to continue forcing your... disgusting perversions on me, after I told you...repeatedly, that I hate this...that I do not want this?!"
Alastor's smile grew impossibly wide and sharp, his teeth glowing as he used his radio powers. Thin green threads appeared at the edges, forming a stitch pattern.
"Then you will have me like this...or not at all."
Vox stood there, shaking with horror and fury. He'd been played. "You...you..."
Alastor retched again, splattering his chest and the mattress below him. It should have made him look pathetic. But it did nothing to detract from the frightening visage of his stitched smile, or the absolute burning hatred in the deer's eyes.
"Tick tock, old pal...what's it gonna be?"











