Vox huffed a sigh as a sense of boredom crept through his circuits. Lacking a body was bad enough, but he missed feeling connected to the rest of hell. It was too quiet in his head without the buzzing of life and the steady stream of incoming information to fill it. Not that he was entirely disconnected, he could still reach out and sense some of his old connections if he tried, but it completely drained what little energy he had. He wondered what his approval ratings looked like right now. It'd been a good week since his crash out. Then again, given the empty feeling that had since settled into the pit of his nonexistent stomach, he wasn't sure he’d survive seeing the numbers.
Maybe he'd reach out to Valentino, see if he could convince the moth to keep him company. Val was always easier to sway than Velvette, always quick to forgive even the worst of Vox's actions. But as he maneuvered his way to the call icon, he jerked violently. He gasped into the cool air of his room, a jolt of pleasure rocketing through his circuits.
Someone had his body. Someone had his body and was currently unzipping his pants.
I've never actually posted any of my smut on here. But if I can't be horny on main, then what the fuck are we doing?
Anyway, hi Hazbin fandom! Fun fact, I had a completely different piece I was working on getting out today, but this idea decided to come at me like a semi and completely take over every second of free time I could spare at work. Yes, I wrote tis entire thing during my shift. I wouldn't be surprised if it reads that way.
Anyway, hope you all enjoy! Thanks for reading and feedback appreciated as always.
Also, links to my other two smutty endeavors (TF2 Helmet Party and Bush Medicine) can be read here and here
It was quiet in the top floor of V tower, the only sign of life being the faint cyan glow of Vox's screen. Vel and Val had abandoned him a good hour ago, left him charging with nowhere to go. So maybe he went a little crazy and almost killed himself taking both them and half the pentagram with him. It's not like he didn't have a good reason; even now, he still would have given anything to see that ugly smile wiped off Alastor's face. Maybe. He had been given a pretty thorough lecture on how it wasn't, in fact, worth it commit mass murder/suicide over a "seventy year situationship" as Vel so eloquently put it. Still, they didn't have to be such dicks about it.
Vox huffed a sigh as a sense of boredom crept through his circuits. Lacking a body was bad enough, but he missed feeling connected to the rest of hell. It was too quiet in his head without the buzzing of life and the steady stream of incoming information to fill it. Not that he was entirely disconnected, he could still reach out and sense some of his old connections if he tried, but it completely drained what little energy he had. He wondered what his approval ratings looked like right now. It'd been a good week since his crash out. Then again, given the empty feeling that had since settled into the pit of his nonexistent stomach, he wasn't sure he’d survive seeing the numbers.
Maybe he'd reach out to Valentino, see if he could convince the moth to keep him company. Val was always easier to sway than Velvette, always quick to forgive even the worst of Vox's actions. But as he maneuvered his way to the call icon, he jerked violently. He gasped into the cool air of his room, a jolt of pleasure rocketing through his circuits.
Someone had his body. Someone had his body and was currently unzipping his pants. What? What the actual fuck? Who hell would be depraved enough to hijack his body and-
Oh. Oh no. He knew exactly what sort of sick fuck would steal his body. A cold panic swept across him. Alastor had his body. Alastor had his body, and that fucker was about to eat him, starting with his dick. And Vox was going to feel every agonizing second of being devoured.
Vox kicked himself into gear, frantically searching through his internal settings. Fuckfuckfuck where the fuck was his disconnect switch again? He was freaking out too much to remember. Maybe he should call Vel, she usually helped him with his upgrades. She was still pissed at him, but she'd have mercy on him with this, right?
He yelped as warm air brushed against his cock. Seconds later, something hot and wet was wrapped around it, squeezing gently around the shaft. A moan tore through his throat involuntarily, his mouth falling open as he panted into the silent, apathetic air. Fuck, getting his cock eaten shouldn't be this hot.
Vox squeezed his eyes closed as a scalding heat enveloped him, presumably the rest of Alastor's mouth. He tensed, waiting for the piercing teeth, the tearing agony. But at the blissful sensation of a bobbing head and suckling cheeks, a warbled cry left him, somewhere between a keen and a sob. What... was this?
As Alastor's tongue laved against the underside of his shaft, he could only assume this was some sort of weird sex stunt (And he was the creep?). Not to mention this was easily the worst blowjob Vox had ever had, though what Alastor lacked in technique he made up for in enthusiasm. That or Al was getting his body all hot and bothered just to eat him right when things were getting good. That would be pretty fucked, and Vox certainly wouldn't put it past him. But fuck, all that time they used to spend together, all the times Alastor had made it painfully clear he didn't like being touched, why this? Why now?
Vox's gut lurched at the thought it might be because it was him. Did Alastor really hate him that much? He'd thought they were friends once. He'd wanted to be something more, but Al had shot that idea down and torn it into unrecognizable little shreds right in front of him. Clearly, he didn't hate Vox's body so much not to make use of it.
He reached his consciousness towards his body, but without a stable connection, he knew logically he wouldn't be able to make it do anything. That didn't stop him from willing it to move, to touch. He wanted to feel every inch of Alastor's body, to sink his claws into that narrow waist, to run his hands through the fur that coated the deer's lithe body and absorb every sensation it offered him. Would Alastor let him if he could?
A hiss escaped between his teeth as Alastor suckled his tip, the sensitive nerves sending waves of pleasure crashing through him. This was so unfair. What he'd give right now just to be there, to see those big fluffy ears tilted back, to see Alastor's doe-like eyes looking up at him in lust. Fuck, he was already close.
"Al...p-please," he panted openly. God he must sound pathetic, but fuck if he cared. But before he could finish, Alastor popped off of him, the cold air assaulting his dick and ruining his orgasm.
Shit, maybe he did still have some control over his body. At the very least, it must be reacting enough on its own that Alastor could still tell just how to fuck with him. A low whine crawled its way through Vox's speakers and spilled out into the empty room. It'd only been by the graciousness of some hellish miracle that he'd escaped the worst consequences of his own stupidity. But this fucking deer was determined to be the death of him.
A few minutes passed without any further sensation. Vox's breathing leveled out, and as he drifted back down from his high, a disappointed frown settled on his lips. He could feel his cock starting to soften, the cool air of wherever the fuck Alastor had dragged him paired with his ruined orgasm doing nothing to assuage his mounting annoyance. That prick could at least zip him back up so he didn't have a freezing cold crotch.
He jerked again as a warm hand wrapped around him, tugging in a slow, easy rhythm and coaxing his dick back to its former hardness. A shuddering sigh passed through Vox's lips. Fuck, this was bordering on torture. If he could just be there.
He felt his body shift as Alastor adjusted, a bony pair of legs straddling his lap and pressing against his thighs. He gasped as something firm and hot pressed against his tip. He'd been balls deep in Valentino often enough to recognize the feel of a well-lubed asshole. His consciousness writhed within the confines of his skull as Alastor gradually lowered, working himself open inch by inch. It felt like an eternity of edging before he'd fully speared himself on Vox's cock, by which point electricity was sparking wildly from Vox's antenna, his eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open, frantic breaths puffing through his lips.
Tears pooled in the corners of Vox's eyes, the suffocating blend of bliss and betrayal overwhelming his senses. Fuck, Alastor felt so fucking good. Even separated from the rest of his body, this felt better than even his horniest dreams had imagined. Well, maybe not the horniest. He'd be plowing those furry cheeks til Alastor was crying his name and begging his permission to cum if that was the case.
Alastor began to move, his rhythm slow, almost cautious as he rose to the tip of Vox's cock and eased his way back down. Vox could feel a pair of hands on his chest, palms flat and firm as the deer balanced himself. Soft fur tickled his thighs every time Alastor seated himself, the slick of lube matting it together in a way Vox found oddly alluring. He groaned in ecstasy, the knot in his stomach tightening as he careened towards his release. This was almost amazing, almost perfect, almost everything he had wanted.
Bitter tears streaked down Vox's screen. Fuck Alastor. Nearly a century spent craving his touch, his adoration, his love. Just for that bastard to use his body like some glorified sex toy. And all the while, Vox could do nothing about it, nothing but close his eyes and try to enjoy himself, dreaming all the while that this could be something more.
A sob wracked his body as he came, sparks leaping dangerously from the torn cables where his neck used to be. Alastor continued to ride Vox mercilessly, milking the ruined body's release until the velvety walls of his ass spasmed and clenched around Vox's cock. Vox could feel Alastor's spent hit his chest, warm, sticky droplets falling onto his stomach in thick globules. He hadn't even noticed that his shirt had been removed at some point.
His breathing came in shuddering gasps as the paroxysms of his orgasm began to fade. He could feel a wet cloth being wiped across the mess of his chest before Alastor maneuvered his body, laying it flat against a cushioned surface. Fresh tears welled in Vox's eyes, spilling across his cheeks as a soft, warm body curled against his side. He could feel a furry ear flick against his collarbone as Alastor rested his cheek against Vox's chest.
He would ask Velvette to help him disconnect from his body in the morning. No way in hell was he going to tell her why. And if she asked, he'd just make something up. As Alastor pressed a kiss to his mangled neck, breaths growing steady, Vox closed his eyes.
"Goodnight, Al," he whispered to the empty room. Vox grimaced. He was never going to have Alastor the way he wanted, was he? This was the closest they'd ever be. Alastor using Vox's body for his own pleasure, he probably didn't even know Vox could feel all of it, every gentle touch, every excited breath against his skin. But Vox could dream.
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