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[nonanon3rd]

Watch me project my depressive episode on Vox in real time.

Wrap his tentacles around me like he'll never let me go.

[nonanon3rd]

I don't feel like it gets me anywhere.

(7478 Words) by NonAnon3rd Chapters: 1/1 Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar/Vox Additional Tags: Sex-Neutral or Sex-Favorable Asexual Alastor, Threesome - M/M/M, Top Lucifer Morningstar, Top Alastor, Bottom Vox, Blood Kink, Praise Kink, Humiliation Kink, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Blood, Biting Kink, Biting, Creampie, Sloppy Seconds, Sexual Overstimulation, Orgasm Edging, Pet Play, Doggy Style, Vox Has Interchangeable Parts, Non-Human Genitalia, Degradation Kink, Sub Vox, Dom Alastor, Dom Lucifer Morningstar, Soft Dom Lucifer Morningstar, Denial of Feelings, Orgasm Control, Collars, Porn with Feelings, Begging, Non-Sexual Kink, but also sexual kink obviously

Series: Part 12 of Now is the part for the radio station!

Summary:

Lucifer really had to be kidding. Seriously? A collar? Yeah, this was some kind of joke. Well, if he was going to do this, Vox was at least going to commit to the bit. So what if part of the commitment to the bit was how much he liked this. He wasn’t going to admit that. He really didn’t need to anyway. It was kind of obvious. //The Vox petplay fic. That’s what this is. Petplay as a way to force Vox to take a fucking break for one goddamn second.

WELL that’s enough emotion and relationship drama shit! Back your regularly scheduled unapologetic porn. Sorry bout’ that. Everyone going crazy for petplay Vox and I had this planned and I had to be like “GO GO GO!!” And then evil things happened but it’s okay. It’s here now. I have a plan for a similar fic that’s even MORE self indulgent tbqh but we’ll get there when we get there.

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With all of this going public, Vox had been busy. 

Usually, that would be a good thing, he liked being busy, but he may have been working… too much. 

Him being back in the public eye meant a lot of speculation if he was re-integrating into the V’s. And that was its own fucking problem. 

Val wasn’t talking to him, which was better than just refusing to leave him alone but still made things kind of difficult when it came to work stuff. 

He’d been on a “seek forgiveness not permission” mission with his PR team. They were so fucking pissed. This was the opposite of the plan. The plan was to lie low. 

He didn’t care.

He’d been busy trying to figure out the logistics and optics of getting back into the public eye after… well. 

He’d been working a lot. Hell, he’d missed dinner with Al and Lucifer… three times this week? And fell asleep at his desk at least twice. If he only counted the times he slept for over an hour.

He’d been mostly working from his old office in V tower because it was a lot higher tech than his little setup back at the hotel, but he’d been back at the hotel today because Val had been disrupting his work by being excessively loud and consistently disabling his soundproofing. Somehow he’d gotten into the system and have been able to override most of Vox’s failsafes. He’d have to fix that too. Because that’s what he needed, even more shit he had to fix. 

It seems Val had moved from simple petty silence to disruption. Vox just hoped he didn’t continue to escalate. 

Vox startled when Lucifer made his way into his room without warning. He was half asleep, just staring at the lines of code for some of his failsafes to fix. He wasn’t sure he’d actually typed anything in the last hour, or if he was even processing any of it anymore. 

“Ah! Just who I was looking for!” He said. 

It took Vox a moment to even register that he was being spoken to. “Hmm?” He blinked. “Ah! Lu! What brings you here!” He said with an energy he didn’t have. 

Lucifer tilted his head. Pity. Vox hated being pitied, it meant people were seeing too much. “The fact that you’ve missed dinner for one.” He said. 

Vox glanced away. He had, hadn’t he? 

“Well, you’ve been doing a lot lately and I know you haven’t been taking many breaks…”

“I take plenty of breaks.” Vox insisted. He took breaks where he could! You can’t just take breaks all the time- he had an image to rebuild! He was not having the whole “Work-Life balance” conversation again. He was fine the way he was.

“V, in all honesty, you look… not great.” He said. “You need to take a break.” He insisted. 

Vox sighed. Maybe he was right. “I can’t.” He said. 

Lucifer’s expression became harsh. “You can’t.” He repeated, contemplating. “What if… you didn’t have a choice.” He said. 

Vox tilted his head. “What exactly do you mean by that?” He asked after a moment. 

Lucifer grinned, conjuring a box. It was simple, no ribbons or frills, just a plain white box. He held it out to Vox. 

He glanced at it suspiciously. “What is it?” He asked, narrowing his eyes. “Drugs? A bomb? What’s the plan here?”

Lucifer scoffed. “Just open the damn box.” He insisted, pushing it at him again. 

Vox took it. It was light, holding it in his hands. He slipped off the lid, inside was a bundle of leather coiled up. “Lucifer, is this…” He took the collar from the box. “This is a joke right?” It certainly didn’t seem like one. 

The collar itself was white leather, but with soft silk on the inside for his gills. The buckle and loops were golden, but the loop and tag were silver. The leash attached to it was red leather though. All carefully crafted.

He pulled the tag closer to read it. Vox. He flipped it over. Return to Lucifer and Alastor. He buffered mentally. 

“Do you want it to be?” Lucifer asked. 

Vox hesitated. Did he? 

Yes, of course he did. This was stupid. This was silly. It was a joke. 

“If you didn’t have a choice, because the people you belong to say you need to take a break.” Lucifer said, much more confidently than when he said it the first time.

“I really uh…” Vox hesitated.  

“Oh Vox. Don’t think I don’t notice how you light up whenever we call you a good boy.” Lucifer purred when he hesitated on the question, tugging him down by the shirt. “Or how you react when he condescends you. I think we both know you like that.” He added. “How eager you are to please him. You might as well already be our pet, it’s not like this changes anything.” Lucifer shrugged. 

Vox just blinked at him, trying to think of words. He wanted to disagree, but fuck. Did he? Because just Lucifer saying that and pulling him around had stopped his fucking brain for a minute. 

“And how you reacted to that says all I need to know.” He said, taking the collar from him. He unhooked the leash and slowly brought the collar to Vox’s neck. 

“Whatever man.” He huffed, but Vox let him. He let him loop the collar through the buckle before he pulled away, tugging on it gently to test it. Lucifer seemed all too pleased with himself. The collar was heavier than he thought it would be, he could feel the weight of it on him.

He hummed. “Well, Alastor will be holding onto this.” He said, waving the leash at him. “Now, do you think our pet can take a break from his oh so important job? We can’t be overworking you can we pup?” He kissed the corner of Vox’s screen. 

Vox practically squeaked. What the fuck. Okay sure. You know what, sure. Sure. Vox isn’t going to look too closely at how he relaxed when the collar was on. Looking anywhere but that actually. 

“Uh, yeah. Of course not.” How the fuck did his throat feel thick when he didn’t have one? Having the need to clear a throat you don’t have isn’t fun. He sighed, tugging at the collar a bit. “Give me like, thirty minutes yeah?” He leaned back, huffing when he hit the back of his chair. He just had to close out what he was doing so he didn’t lose his place.

Lucifer tilted his head. “Thirty minutes.” He said firmly, fidgeting with the leash as he left. 

What the fuck was he doing? 

–

Well, if he was going to do this, he was going to commit to the bit. 

Because if Vox could commit to one thing, it was the bit. 

He pushed open the chest that held his tail, running his hand along the back of it. It was cold to the touch while it wasn’t attached. 

He used his wires to pry open the port on his back, replacing the cover with the port side of the tail. 

It took a moment to recalibrate his center of gravity, and the nerve simulators. He twitched it from side to side making sure everything was right. The tail tingled a bit as it attached himself fully, like a limb that had fallen asleep getting circulation again. 

He hummed, picking out one more attachment for the occasion. Of course, what better chance would he have to pull this one out? Commit to the bit. Always. Always commit to the bit. 

–

Alastor seemed amused when he came in, leash wrapped around his hand, legs crossed. “Hmh, I thought Lucifer was joking when he handed me this.” He gestured to the leash. “Well then.” He waved him over to where he sat in the armchair. 

Vox’s tail twitched as he went, it really was a good conduit for fidgeting. “Okay.” He blinked at Alastor. 

Alastor’s eyes flitted to his tail. “I see you’ve taken to this part.” Alastor smiled smugly as he attached the leash to Vox’s collar, eyes glued to his neck. He leaned back and tilted his head. “You had a point Lucifer, it really does suit him.” He insisted, when Lucifer chuckled, he ran his thumb along the tag. “Although,” He saw the faint green glow of Alastor’s magic trail down his arm. “Well, I do think that’s better.” He chuckled, tugging on the leash. “Down Vinnie boy.” He cooed.

His tail thumped against the floor, his fans whirring overtime. Okay. Cool, cool. Vox didn’t know if that name made him deeply uncomfortable or really horny. Or an odd middle ground. Sure. 

He dropped down to sit on his heels, knees digging into the floor when he was a bit too fast. 

Alastor grinned down at him. “Good boy.” He said. 

Vox whined a bit. Fuck. His screen lit up a little. He leaned against Alastor, resting against his leg with a sigh. 

He was careful when he ran his up down Alastor’s leg, looking up at him as he tried to nudge his leg from on top of the other. 

But Alastor stopped him. “Did you think this was a sex thing? No, no, you’re taking a break darling.” Alastor said, soothing his thumb along the top of Vox’s screen as he pushed him away. He hummed in consideration. “Even as enticing as this view is.”  

Vox’s screen brightened at that, he nodded as he settled back at Alastor’s hooves, resting his head on the outside of his leg instead, even when he may have pouted a little. 

He didn’t want to relax. That was boring. He didn’t like being bored. Vox didn’t handle boredom well.

Still, he had to admit that something about it made the tension drain from his body, like a warm bath. Being allowed to relax. Encouraged to relax. Forced to relax. 

He didn’t need to work, to worry about things. 

He just melted a bit. Leaning into Alastor’s hand that was still holding the side of his screen, the same hand that was holding the leash, leather of the loop pressing against the plastic casing. 

“But it can be, later.” Lucifer said. 

He saw Alastor roll his eyes barely. “Later. If he earns it.” Alastor agreed, gripping his casing a bit harder for a moment. “Now, stay.” 

Vox melted a bit. Maybe. Just a little. 

He could do that. He could stay. That’s something he could do. 

Alastor absently trailed his fingers across the plastic of Vox’s screen, making him shiver a bit when he skimmed his antennae, but Vox stayed still, just letting out a breath, tension draining from his body as he let himself relax. 

It’d been so long, or… ever since he relaxed like this. It was… nice actually. 

He felt… safe. Safe from himself. Safe from his own thoughts. Allowing his thoughts to go fuzzy, his body to be heavy. 

“You just melt the moment I give you any attention.” Alastor hummed. “Oh you’d just let me do whatever I wanted to you right now wouldn’t you?” He asked, voice almost soft in a condescending way as he kept running his thumb absently along the top edge of his screen, mimicking petting. It was nice. 

Vox only nodded. He would. He’d do that any time, but Alastor didn’t need to know that. 

“You really should be more careful than that my love, that's a dangerous game to play with someone such as myself. You're quite lucky I’m feeling nice today.” He taunted. 

“You’re having too much fun with this.” Vox grumbled, even if the way that Alastor casually called him ‘My love’ made his stupid fucking heart flutter, even though he didn’t dare move. He didn’t want to. He liked being able to stop for a second. He just let himself be. Let himself stop needing to think about what he was going to do next all the time.   

It was kind of… refreshing. 

He closed his eyes, tail wagging lazily behind him. 

He didn’t know why it did that actually, he didn’t program that in, and sharks didn’t wag their tails when they were happy like dogs did, that would be difficult to upkeep while swimming, especially considering the kinds of sharks that need water flowing to be able to breathe and need to be in constant motion. That and it wasn’t quite clear if sharks had the requisite parts of the brain that would even allow them to feel emotions such as joy past the necessary instinctual– 

He blinked awake slowly, Alastor still soothing his thumb over Vox’s screen. 

“Oh, well good morning, did you have a good rest?” Alastor asked in the same tone one would speak to a dog. 

Vox didn’t worry himself with how he felt about that. Because he liked it more than he wanted to admit when Alastor talked down to him. 

“You let me sleep?” He grumbled after a few moments, pushing himself away from where he had leaned against Alastor. “I should- fuck, I should be working on fixing the code. I can’t be-” Alastor tugged him back when he tried to get up. 

Oh, right, the collar. 

“Ah- ah.” He said. “Sit.” He commanded. 

Right. Okay. Sit. Sit, he can do that. 

Alastor hummed. “Good boy.” He lit up again. “Stay.” He said. 

Vox stayed, and Alastor rewarded him by pinching at his antennae. Vox squeaked, his tail twitching. Right, right. Okay, so they were uh, jumping right at this. 

Not that that was a problem in the slightest.

He did fall asleep on them. And it was later. And he’d say passing out was pretty good relaxing. 

It was actually almost easy to relax like this. If he just let himself. 

He was still waking up a little, and words weren’t exactly playing nice. He had a few minutes more to wake up. 

“Vinnie, love,” He trailed his hand to the bottom of Vox’s screen and tugged the leash, guiding him to look at him. “This is…” He grinned. “I think this does do you some good hmm? You needed this. You think you’re so smart- and I can admit that you are, but what you really need is someone else to do the thinking for you.” He cooed. 

“I-” His tail thumped behind him. “Shut up.” He glanced away. 

But Lucifer was already waiting for him to do just that, moving to cradle his screen. “So you don’t want your reward?” He asked. 

“I- uh,” Words weren't wording quite right. Goddamnit. He couldn’t tell if that was because he was still waking up or because all of this was frying his brain. Could be both. “I mean, yes. Yeah. Reward, yes.” He nodded. 

Alastor hummed. “Cute.” He said before Lucifer pulled him in- just a moment- for a kiss. Vox was a little slow with his movements, but he was definitely waking up quickly. 

Lucifer pulled away the moment he got his bearings, a little dazed. 

“I still have quite the plans in store for you my dear.” Alastor told him. “Your little nap gave me quite the opportunity to brainstorm.” 

Lucifer giggled. “Yeah it did. He was taking notes.” He placed a few kisses to the back of Vox’s screen. 

Vox leaned into it, laughing a bit himself. “Notes?” 

It was cut short when Alastor tugged on the leash, pulling him off balance. “I’d be careful to remember your place Vinnie.” He growled, seemingly happy for the excuse to pull Vox against him. “Now, I think…” Alastor looked down at him. “If you think taking notes is so funny, why don’t you tell me some of your ideas hmm?” 

“What?” He asked. Lucifer pulled away from him to sit on the arm of the chair. 

“You heard me. I know you think far too frequently about these matters, so, speak won’t you?” He insisted. “What is it you think about?” He cooed. “Thought about all those years so desperately alone?” 

Vox buffered, tension building in his chest. “I- uh, that’s- you mean, like you want… haha-” He wasn’t serious. No. Of course not. 

Actually, Vox wasn’t so sure. Alastor did always like to see him embarrass himself. Maybe that was a kink thing. 

Now that he thought about it it was almost definitely a kink thing. 

“You’re being serious.” Vox said. He wasn’t going to act like the concept didn’t have him just a little hot under the collar. Literally. He had to stop himself from laughing a little. Damn his need for constant wordplay. 

So yeah, the humiliation thing might be two sided. Maybe. 

“Quite.” Alastor agreed. “You always had such grandiose ideas, and I doubt they wouldn’t extend to things like this.” 

Lucifer leaned against Alastor to look down at Vox with him expectantly. “What, do you need a treat boy? He said, speak.” He insisted. 

Vox squeaked a little bit, his tail thumping against the floor again. Okay, sure, sure, right. “Well- I uh, I mean I-” He scrambled. Part of it was him hesitating from embarrassment, and part of it was that his brain was just fucking shorting out. “I can’t uh, really think of anything particularly or uh, anything.” Fuck. His brain just wasn’t working. “It’s uh, it was kind of anything- just uh,” He glanced away. “You.” 

“Oh, how cute Vinnie.” Alastor said, just slightly nudging his knees apart with his foot. “Your devotion to me is as sweet as it is desperate, but that’s not particularly what I’m looking for.”

Lucifer laughed a little. “Fishing for specifics?” He asked, pulling Alastor to him for a kiss. Vox let out a bit of a whine. 

“Oh, we both know he can do better than that don’t we?” He tilted his head, only glancing at Lucifer for a moment before returning his heavy gaze to Vox. 

Lucifer nodded. “You can, can’t you?”

His tail thumped against the floor again. “I…” He thought for a second, forcing himself to set the embarrassment aside with a sigh. “I mean like, in uh, I don’t fucking know.” Hiding his face against Alastor’s leg. “I- this was- a few times, a thing. How you uh, I’ve always find it really hot when you’re nice but in a condescending way, and I mean, once we get past the like, violent bloody hate sex- well actually the blood thing specifically is a new development, and-” He huffed a breath, his words only getting faster as he went on. “If we were to just really be specific to like, things I’ve thought about, admittedly a lot of my uh, thoughts about you weren’t actually what I know you’re looking for because I know you’re wanting some super freaky shit, but if we’re being honest the majority of it revolved around the idea that you genuinely cared about me and some just, really overly sappy makeout sessions. But uh, also, the idea of you using me for your pleasure or entertainment or- something- I don’t fucking know, you were right earlier, I would just do anything for you, anything you wanted of me, I belong to you, I really like it when you tell me what to do. You throwing me around a little is always hot, holding me down. I do really like it when you bite me and scratch me and mark me up and leave proof that I’m yours and you’re real and this is real. And uh, I mean, would it be like, super weird for me to say that how you fucked me and Lucifer durring your rut was really fucking hot? I mean, I know I said that in the moment but it really was- I don’t think I could care what you do to me, I just love you so fucking much- and I really should shut up now, can I fucking kill myself please?” He was a little out of breath from how fast he was talking to force himself to actually say any of that, his tail smacking against the floor.

Someone really should have made him stop talking about seven sentences ago. At least. Seriously, he usually didn’t have a filter but that was just… yesh dude. 

But fuck the embarrassment of Alastor making him confess all that had him painfully turned on for some fucking reason.

Alastor gently tugged the leash upwards to get Vox to look at him instead of hiding his screen against Alastor’s leg. “Good boy, good, good.” Vox’s screen lit up. Fuck he was too easy. “Even if it is pathetic, really, it’s adorable.” 

“It is.” Lucifer agreed, smiling down at him. 

“And, for the record Vinnie, the correct phrasing would have been Lucifer and I.” Alastor corrected. Vox tensed when Alastor nudged his shoe up his thigh to put just the slightest pressure on his dick. His fingers tightened around Alastor's leg. Alastor raised an eyebrow down at him when he could feel how hard he was against him. “But other than that you did quite well.” He shrugged. 

“Fuck.” He sighed. Worth it. “Alastor.” He pleaded, not sure for what. 

“How pathetic.” Alastor cooed, pushing his foot up farther. What was pathetic was that him saying that made Vox harder. “It didn’t take long for you to become so desperate.” He tugged on the leash again. “I would insist on more, but I have a feeling you might simply explode, and we couldn’t have that now could we?” He chuckled. “Not when we’ve barely gotten to play with our new pet.” 

Vox let out a shaky breath. Why did he like that? Why the fuck did he like that? 

“Oh, look at you… poor thing.” Alastor said, tugging Vox up by the leash. And Vox was so normal about that. “Up my dear.” Vox scrambled to obey, pushing himself between Alastor’s knees, looking up to Alastor and waiting. “Well pup, you do know how to use your mouth don’t you?” 

Lucifer reached down to gently poke the bulb of one of his antennae. “We both know he does, but maybe he’s just already too far gone.” 

Vox carefully laid his hands on Alastor’s thighs, dragging them upward, keeping his eyes on Alastor, who only looked down, unimpressed, but expectant. 

He was careful, undoing the buttons of Alastor’s pants, tugging them down just enough, pulling his cock out to run his tongue up it. Alastor shuttered a bit, even as he tried to hold it back. “There you go.” He praised, petting down the back of Vox’s screen. 

“Such a pretty boy.” Lucifer said. 

Vox whimpered, shifting his hips against Alastor’s shoe. Fuck. 

He simply lapped at Alastor like for a while, keeping his eyes on Alastor and Lucifer. He could guess what they wanted from him. They looked down at him, watching intently. Fuck they were stunning. 

And he was theirs. 

The weight of the collar on his neck was a reminder that he belonged to them. Alastor holding the leash around his neck. 

His blood rushed beneath his skin like lightning. 

Fuck. 

“Ah- ah. Okay pet, that’s enough.” Alastor said, nudging him away. Vox looked up at him pleadingly. “Oh, don’t worry needy thing, we’re not even close to being done.” He purred, nudging his foot up again. Vox squeeked. “Lucifer, darling, would you mind waiting on the bed?” 

Lucifer nodded, brushing his hand on Vox’s shoulder as he passed by, lingering for a moment. 

Alastor refocused on Vox, clicking his tongue as he tugged on the leash and stood up. “Go on, follow Lucifer.” He cooed. 

“You are having way too much fun with this.” Vox said again, still getting up to follow him. 

But Alastor tugged his leash down as he tried to stand, pulling him off balance enough. “Tk, no, down.” He insisted. 

Fuck, why in Lucifer’s red hell was that hot? For fuck’s sake. He was going to burn holes in his shirt at this rate. Why the fuck was he into this? 

So he let Alastor lead him up to the bed where Lucifer was sitting. Lucifer hummed, patting the bed in front of him. “C’mere.” He called. 

They were both having too much fun with this. Something about absolute power corrupting absolutely or whatever. 

He would actively ignore the hypocrisy of that. 

But he still got up on the bed, crawling right into Lucifer’s arms. Lucifer held him close, petting down his back, tugging him up for a kiss. 

Lucifer huffed a bit of a laugh as he pulled back. “Good boy.” He purred, glancing at Alastor behind him. “Now, roll over.” He told him. 

“You’re both the worst.” He grumbled. 

He still moved so his back was to Lucifer’s chest, having to position himself a little weirdly because of just how heavy his tail was, curling it slightly around Lucifer’s back, Lucifer undid the buckle on the back of Vox’s pants that went around his tail before pulling his arms up behind him to unbutton his shirt. 

Alastor clicked his tongue, soothing his hands along Vox’s screen. “Oh darling I’d say we’ve been quite gracious, we’ve even let you on the furniture.” He said with faux sympathy, moving the loop of the leash to his wrist to keep his hands free when he drew them down Vox’s sides. He was careful to pull each of Lucifer’s hands to him, kissing the back of each. “I could certainly be meaner.” He told him. 

Vox whined. “Please.” 

What? Damnit. Don’t say that! Why the fuck would you say that? 

“What?” Alastor asked, caught off guard. 

“Nothing.” He squeaked. 

“Mhm.” Alastor hummed, unconvinced. “I’m sure.” He nipped at Vox’s skin lightly.

Lucifer wrapped his much more dexterous tail around Vox’s, something that was so gentle that it made him melt a little bit. 

“Lu.” He breathed as he leaned back a little more. Lucifer ran the spade of his tail over Vox’s fin, almost purring. 

Alastor deftly undid the- frankly straining- buttons of Vox’s pants, then patted Vox’s hip. “Up.” At this point, Vox just went with it, letting Alastor pull his pants off. 

Lucifer’s tail froze for a moment. “A joke huh?” He teased. He’d chosen his more hellhound or canine inspired attachment. For commitment to the bit. And because it gave him a reason to pull it out. Best reason he’d ever get really. 

And no use of having it if he wasn’t gonna use it. He had it in storage anyways. 

“Oh, now what’s this?” Alastor asked, running the back of his hand over the vibrant blue synthetic skin. All of his less human attachments were the same electric blue as his tongue, you know, for flair. “But I’m the one having too much fun with this.” He chuckled. 

“It’s-” He hissed a breath when Alastor actually wrapped his hand around it. “Commitment to the bit.” He hissed. 

“And the tail?” Lucifer teased. 

“Commitment to the bit, Lucifer.” He insisted. “Fuck.” He sighed when Alastor ran his thumb over the tapered tip, smearing slick across it. 

Alastor seemed to examine it closely. “Exquisite craftsmanship Vinnie, even if a bit… overly extravagant." He said. “As is everything you do.” He said.  

“I uh, thank you?” He panted, tilting his hips up to chase Alastor’s hand. 

But Alastor pulled away. “Aht-tat.” He reprimanded. “Down boy.” 

Vox whined, but did as he was told. 

“Good boy.” Lucifer purred, his tail still wrapped around Vox’s. Jesus fucking christ Vox was going to just explode. Spontaneous combustion. Right here. Dead. That’s it. 

Alastor clicked his tongue and nudged him to the side to get to Lucifer. He pulled Lucifer into a kiss, bypassing Vox completely. 

He shuttered at the sounds Alastor failed to bite back, his cock pressed against Vox’s thigh the way he was bent over, still ever so slightly slick from earlier. Fuck. Fuck.

Alastor grabbed his hand when he tried to reach out, only pulling away from Lucifer for a moment. “Stay.” He growled. Vox whimpered and froze. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Good boy.” Alastor said again, making Vox twitch. 

He was so entirely normal about all this. 

“Al.” He pleaded. 

Alastor clicked at him again and hummed. “Okay,” He tilted his head before tapping him on the shoulder and holding up the leash. “Roll over.” Vox stopped himself from rolling his eyes. Even as he followed without complaint.

Lucifer unwrapped his tail from Vox’s so he could move. Vox was quick to follow the given directions as Lucifer worked with him, pulling his shirt off as he went. Once he was over, his screen to his chest for a moment before Alastor pulled on his leash, pulling him back. Lucifer put his hands on the bottom of Vox’s screen, looking at him adoringly. “So obedient for him V.” He praised. 

“Desperate is what he is.” Alastor said, petting his free hand down Vox’s back, paying special attention to the sensitive base of his tail when it made him arch his back. 

“Shit.” He huffed, gripping at Lucifer’s legs. It certainly didn’t escape him that he was the only one out of the three of them who was fully naked. Just another reminder of who was in control, and more importantly, who wasn’t. Neither of them had actually taken off any clothes. 

Maybe it was the kind of vulnerability that had him heating up when he thought about it. 

Alastor loosened his grip on the leash enough for Vox to relax into Lucifer’s arms with a sigh. 

Naked except for the collar. 

A sign of ownership. 

God he must look like a wreck already.

Fuck. 

“I must say,” Alastor mused as he continued to brush his hand down Vox’s tail. “I can almost admire your… commitment to the bit.” He said. 

He didn’t give Vox a moment to comment on the almost he threw in there before he tugged his tail up, with a bit of effort considering how heavy it was, but it still threw Vox off balance, forcing him to re-adjust, pulling him up to his knees and ending up with Vox’s screen in Lucifer’s lap. He didn’t bother moving. 

“It’s convenient." He grinned, carefully kissing the lighter underside of his tail. Vox had to stop the fin from smacking him in the face. 

“Fuck, I guess it is.” He breathed. His breath hitched again when Alastor nipped at the fin. 

The leather of the leash pressed against his tail where Alastor held it. “Lucifer, would you mind?” He asked, his voice all too unaffected as he leaned over Vox to hold out his hand to Lucifer, pressing his body against his, bending his tail a bit uncomfortably upwards before he pulled back. 

His tail twitched in Alastor’s grip when he gently prodded at his hole, fingers slick- assumably with Lucifer’s help. Lucifer soothed his hands over Vox’s arms when he did. “Relax blue.” He purred, like Vox wasn’t the most relaxed he had been in the past century. 

Vox just whimpered, words escaping him when Alastor pushed in ever so gently, leaning against Vox to whisper. “Good boy.” Vox’s entire body shivered at the slight rasp in his voice. 

“Al.” It was somewhere between a squeak and a sob as Alastor worked him open carefully, taking no time to add another finger, letting Vox appreciate the stretch for a minute. 

Lucifer hummed. “Oh, look at you, you’re doing so well.” He cooed. 

Vox’s breathing was heavy, his ignored dick throbbing while he grasped at Lucifer for some kind of stability. Fuck. 

Alastor’s thumb soothed at the end of Vox’s tail beneath the fin. He really shouldn’t have made that so sensitive. Damn his dedication to biological accuracy. 

That actually brought into question exactly how much Alastor knew about sharks, and how much of it did he learn from Vox? He could also just be winging it. But it would be nice to consider Alastor actually listened to him all those times he went on tangents about sharks, or anything else, was… nice.

“Hmm, I think that’s enough.” Alastor decided, pulling his fingers back. It didn’t exactly feel like enough, but Alastor’s tone implied that was the point. Still, he felt himself clench around the emptiness.  

“Alastor.” He whined. “Please.” 

Alastor hummed. “Oh, needy, needy boy.” He said, his sympathy overly fake in a way that somehow made Vox’s thoughts go a little fuzzy. 

Oh, that was nice. He liked that fuzzyness. Actually, it had been like that since Lucifer put the collar on, it was just… fuzzier now. 

Lucifer’s hands cradled his head gently, guiding him up a little into a kiss. As gentle as Lucifer was, it was heated, his hands trailing over the vents on the back of his head. 

“Isn’t that sweet.” Alastor cooed at them, pulling gently at Vox’s tail before he slowly sank inside him. Alastor’s grip on his tail tightened, his claws digging into his hip and hands shaking ever so slightly even when he was trying to restrain his reactions. Vox knew his game by now, the static around them hissed, that was one thing he had less control over.  

“Oh, fuck.” Vox moaned, barely stopping himself from digging his claws into Lucifer’s thighs at the stretch. “Al, fuck, you- god you feel so fucking good. I love how you fucking feel inside of me- I-” Alastor cut his rambling short as he pulled back slow. 

Alastor was so intentionally slow with his strokes, teasingly slow. Torturously slow. 

Vox whined, but Lucifer stopped him before he could ask for more, brushing his hands over the back of his screen again. “You’re taking him so well blue, and you look so pretty doing it.” He cooed, looking down at Vox like he was just some cute little thing. It made him feel so… precious. “Pretty boy.” 

“Fuck.” He huffed. “More, please.” He pleaded, already impatient. 

But Alastor didn’t change anything about his pace, only leaning down to curl his arm around Vox’s chest, digging his nails in a bit as he bit into Vox’s shoulder.

“Ah, fuck.” He sobbed. 

“Look at you, begging already.” Alastor said, Vox could imagine how his blood clung to his teeth as he said it, and fuck if that wasn’t hot. “Pathetic, really. But what else would I expect from you.” He growled, almost a hint of glee behind it. “Always so entirely desperate.” Alastor traced over the collar intently, even if him calling Vox desperate was a bit undercut by the breathiness of his voice. “But you should consider who’s in charge here, and it’s not you.” He hummed, considering something. “Now Vox, who do you belong to?” 

“You Alastor.” He said desperately. 

He yanked on the leash, forcing his head up so he could look at Lucifer. “Aren’t you forgetting someone dear?” He asked, tone cruel as he dragged his claws down his chest, his blood dripping down his fingers. Lucifer went along with the increase in intensity, his grip on Vox’s casing growing firmer, his smile growing meaner, a warning. 

“And Lucifer.” He gasped. “And Lucifer.” He repeated. 

“Oh, that’s right! Good boy.” Lucifer praised, petting at the sides of his screen. Alastor rewarded him by going a little harder, being a little harsher. 

“Ah-hah-hah- F-fuck.” He cried. Fuck it was already so much, the way- oh fuck- the distinct curving of Alastor’s cock hitting just fucking right. 

“Hmm… yeah?” Alastor teased. “Is that right?” He asked, his voice rough, an almost growling undertone to it. God Vox loved when Alastor’s control slipped. 

“Sh-u-shut up.” Vox huffed. Alastor’s claws dug into his tail before sinking his teeth into the fin. “Oh fuck!” He sobbed when Alastor actually took a small chunk from the bottom of his fin. He throbbed at that. 

The idea of Alastor eating him had always been a little… Okay, really hot. Because there was something very wrong with him. 

Alastor hummed approvingly against the open wound, licking the blood from it. He ignored the warning of overheating, it was probably not helped by the collar blocking his ventilation. 

“Al-” He huffed again, moving to grab at his dick since Alastor wouldn’t.

But Alastor yanked the leash, making him fall forward, losing any balance he had. “No.” He said sternly. 

“I need-” Alastor tugged on the leash again so he couldn’t regain his balance.

“You don’t need anything.” Alastor reprimanded. “You want, try again.” 

Vox whined, hands shaking as he tried to hold himself up. “P-ple-a-ase.” He sobbed, glitching and out of breath. “I ne- fuck- fuck, A-Al- come on, my- please-” He hissed through his teeth. “My knot- I- fucking hell.” He pleaded, shakily. 

Alastor hummed, sinking his teeth into Vox’s arm, making him sob out again. “No.” He said again, a cruel joy in his voice. “You’ll take what I give you.” He growled. “Like a good boy.” Fuck. 

“And you’re taking it so well.” Lucifer praised. 

He would be crying if he could, if it wasn’t for the failsafe program. “Fuck, Lucifer, please.” He tried appealing to Lucifer since Alastor wouldn’t listen. 

“Oh, no. No. Alastor already said no, puppy.” Lucifer said, fake sympathy lacing his words as he leaned over Vox to bring Alastor into a bloody kiss. 

“Fuck, come on.” He pleaded. “Please, please let me- please let m-me cum.” He begged. 

Alastor scoffed. “Fucking pathetic.” He hissed, claws digging into his tail. “I can’t even tell if I’m endeared by how terribly pathetic you are or utterly repulsed by your desperation.” He hummed in thought before giving a slightly harsher thrust, speeding up a little. “No, I quite like it actually. You’re so pathetic, it’s cute to watch you beg knowing I won’t give it to you.” He said, voice heavy as he yanked the leash again, pulling Vox flush against him and skinking his teeth into his tail, muffling his noises as he came. A shame, Vox loved hearing him.

“Fuck, fuck, Al, plea-ea-a-a-se.” He sobbed. Fuck, everything was so- so… fuck. Words were… fuzzy. 

But Alastor licked at the bite as he pulled away, his breathing harsh against his skin. “Maybe you’ll find better luck with Lucifer.” He said, shoving Vox down and away from him. He couldn’t help but focus on just how much he loved when Alastor claimed him. The collar, the bites, how he could still feel Alastor inside him. Fuck, he shuttered at the thought. 

Lucifer held him gently in contrast to Alastor’s rough treatment, petting down his sides and grazing his hot gills. “He’s so mean to you darling.” Lucifer pitied him, gentle hands brushing across his back. 

Alastor knelt beside Lucifer, having already re-dressed as he encouraged Lucifer to move aside to take his place. Vox grasped at Alastor anyway as he got settled and Lucifer slipped away. 

Alastor’s eyes were dark when he looked down at him, pulling him up by the leash to sink his teeth into his other shoulder, his bites slower and more controlled than usual. Savoring. 

He flinched a little when Lucifer put his hands on the base of his tail, digging his fingers into the sensitive junction between back and tail, making him arch his back again. 

Vox keened when Alastor sucked at the wound, licking over where his teeth had broken skin, his claws digging into Alastor’s shirt where he clung to him, and Alastor placed kisses alongside the bites. 

“Okay pretty boy.” Lucifer hummed, placing kisses to the underside of his tail, wrapping his arm around the base of it to pull Vox towards him and down a little to his level.  

Vox’s hands scrambled at Alastor’s back when Lucifer pressed into him, meeting no resistance. Even with how gentle he was it was just so much. Not too much, not quite, but god was it close. He didn’t know how much more he could really take of this. 

“You’re being so good for us.” Lucifer cooed. “So good for us.” He traced along the base of his tail with a claw, only gently rolling his hips against Vox. 

 “Lu.” He pleaded, not quite finding better words. Everything was still fuzzy, and it wasn’t getting clearer. “Please.” Vox squeaked when Alastor sunk his teeth in again. “Oh, fuck.” He sighed. 

Lucifer took what could have been mercy on him, thumbing at Vox’s leaking tip where he’s been making a mess on the sheets. Although, with how light his touch was, and how he avoided his knot, mercy may not be the right word. 

“Please.” He begged. 

Alastor was the one who pulled away for a moment so he could look Vox in the eyes. “You can do better than that can’t you?” He growled, glancing at Lucifer. “Beg him.” He insisted. 

Vox nodded quickly. “Fuck- please, please, please. Al, plea-” Alastor yanked on the leash. 

“Not me.” He growled. “You’re not appealing to me. You’re at Lucifer’s mercy now my dear, he’s the one you need to beg to.” He sunk his teeth into Vox’s shoulder again. 

He nodded again. “Please Lucifer, please. Fuck, fuck, I need you, I- fuck. Please, please Lu, please let me- please.” He sobbed. “Please it’s-zz–z programmed that-” He glitched. “Unless the knot- is- gr-r-ipped.” 

Vox thought Lucifer took mercy on him, gripping him a bit harder, but his strokes were short, just barely stopping before the knot. “Good boy.” He hummed. 

“Oh for f-f-u-u-uck’s sake.” He glitched. “Lucifer. C-come on.” He begged. 

“Oh, okay.” He said, placing a few kisses along his tail while he moved further up, finally, finally gripping Vox’s knot. 

And Vox crashed, collapsing into Alastor’s arms. 

His hands shook while he booted back up. 

“Are you back with us my dear?” Alastor asked, holding him gently.

He nodded. “The moment I can move again I’m going to kill myself.” He said. 

“Oh well we can’t have that, at least let me do it.” Alastor said, slipping the collar from Vox’s neck.

Vox laughed a bit at that. 

“And what if there was cheese?” Lucifer asked, leaning against Alastor. 

“You can’t bribe me with cheese.” He said. 

“Can’t I?” He asked. “So… you don’t want the cheese? Cause’ aftercare cheese seemed to work last time, but if you don’t want it I can-”

“Oh give me the goddamn cheese.” Vox said, blindly holding his hand out for cheese. 

Lucifer dropped a few cubes of cheese in his hand which Vox didn’t hesitate to eat. Cheese. 

“I have to admit that was quite good fun.” Alastor hummed. 

“Fun?” Vox asked. “I- yeah, yeah. You know what, If that’s what you want to call it.”

“Did you not enjoy yourself?” Alastor worried. 

“Oh, no I absolutely enjoyed myself. Fun is just… I feel like there are more fitting words” He shrugged, not exactly in the headspace to find said words right now. “But yeah.” He sighed. “I… liked that.” He admitted. 

“Good.” Alastor said. 

Lucifer ran his hands over Vox’s tail. “It’s already healing.” He said with almost awe. “And it’s synthetic?” He asked. 

Vox pushed himself up. “Yeah.” He agreed. “I’m not entirely sure how it works but once any of my attachments are connected it’s completely part of my body. So they regenerate just like anything else.” He said. 

“Hmm.” He said. “Facinating.” 

“Quite.” Alastor said. “Although it’s good to know the bite I took from your tail will regenerate. You know shark fin is often considered a delicacy in many places.”

“I do. It’s led to a lot of overpoaching. That and the weird obsession with shark teeth even though they shed their teeth frequently so you don’t have to kill them to get their teeth.” He said, stopping a second to take some more cheese from Lucifer’s offered plate. “Wait, do I taste like shark?”  

Alastor nodded. “I’m not usually one for seafood, but I’m willing to make an exception.” He said. 

“And I’m usually super fond of having chunks taken out of me but, for you.” He agreed, Vox ran his hand over the bites. “You know, with how much you bite, maybe you should be the one wearing the collar.” He told Alastor.

Alastor outwardly cringed at that. And not a kind of we can work with that wink wink nudge nudge kind of cringe, a don’t fucking touch that with a ten foot poll kind. 

He realized a little too late how that might not be the best thing to say to him. “Right.” 

Vox let it be.  

“Now, you are going to sleep.” Lucifer ordered. 

Vox glared at him. 

“Sleep.” He said. “I’ll give you more cheese.” He said. 

Vox grabbed the last of the cheese himself. “Fine.” He said. “But I can’t be bribed with cheese.” 

“Of course not. Why would I ever think that?” Lucifer said.

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OH! Kinda important to note- I think?? Maybe?? Just to be clear. Relationship wise, the collar is strictly a petplay thing here, it doesn’t hold the kind of emotional significance a collar tends to hold in D/s relationships BDSM spaces. They don’t have a traditional D/s relationship anywhere here- they don’t really have a traditional <em>anything</em> going on here. Dunno if I needed to clarify, but I felt like I should. 

But yeah. The freak is officially out of the box. And it’s not going back. Sorry. It will only get freakier. Be warned. It WILL get freakier. 

And, on that note, I can’t believe I’m doing this again- (Remembers that part isn’t out yet) whatever. We all know why we’re here. For those of you who like visual references, Vox’s hellhound attachment is inspired by Bad Dragon’s ‘Razor®’.

Oh don’t fucking look at me like that. What the fuck were YOU doing at the devils sacrement huh? That’s what I thought.

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[nonanon3rd]

I wanna be found.

(11614 words) by NonAnon3rd Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar/Vox

Tags: First Dates, Literal Sleeping Together, Vox Has Issues, Alastor Has Issues, Lucifer Has Issues, Self-Esteem Issues, Awkwardness, Suicidal Thoughts, Bickering, Nervousness, Vox Tries, Vox Loves Alastor, Alastor Loves Vox, Blood Kink, Hand Jobs, Devotion, Dry Humping, Coming Untouched, Coming In Pants, Non-Human Genitalia, Humiliation Kink, Blow Jobs, Service Top, Service Kink

Series: Part 10 of Now is the part for the radio station!

Summary:

This was all a mess. Everything was a mess. All three of them had no fucking idea what they were doing. Vox was all too aware of that. And when Lucifer suggested a date- in public of all things, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting. Although… It did sound nice. //These three well known people of varying social approval levels going on a date together and revealing their relationship to everyone for the first time is surely a great idea! Don’t tell anyone about this! It will go great. Some feelings, fluff, a date, and of course- some fluffy smut.

More emotions and shit. Yay? Anyways, trust, there’s gonna be one more fic that’s more relationship focused and then we’ll get back to porn. Don’t worry. And the one that gets us back into it is one I’m VERY excited for. So like. Bear with me here.

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When Vox blinked awake, he very quickly noticed that Lucifer had not bothered to wake the two of them for dinner and had instead curled up with them. 

Quite rude of him really. “Jerk.” Vox huffed fondly, trying to get out of Alastor’s grip. He tried his best not to wake him but really wasn’t sure if he had. Alastor had a tendency to grip onto someone like they were a pillow, or a stuffed animal as opposed to a living person- debatably living if you want to be pedantic, which Alastor would. 

He took a moment to watch as Lucifer scooted closer to Alastor in his sleep now that Vox was gone. 

They really were cute. The two of them. With how… how they were, it was almost hard to believe it started out as a ploy. A trick. 

Actually, that begged the question as to what was going on now. Alastor said that it was supposed to be a ploy, which implied it no longer was. Which implied that at some point along the road Alastor had fact caught feelings- (or whatever his equivalent was considering… Alastor.) for Lucifer in the meantime. 

That would make two of them. Dragged kicking and screaming into being in love with Lucifer. 

Damn that stupid, charming man. 

Or, well, he supposed he was already damned. King of the damned even. It was kind of his thing.

Fuck that stupid, charming man. 

Well actually, they were already doing that too. 

“Do I want to know why you’re just standing there staring?” Alastor asked, breaking Vox out of his thoughts. His voice was rough as he woke up. 

Vox felt his gentle smile drop. “How are you doing?” Vox worried instead of answering. 

Alastor sighed. “My head hurts.” He admitted. 

“Yeah, I’d think.” He said. “You were uh… not doing great last night.” Actually yeah, with how drunk he was… “Do you… remember last night?” He asked, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. 

Fuck, last night was… god he’d kind of just shut down hadn’t he? And he wasn’t even drunk, just fucking stupid. That was all natural baby! Organic stupidity! Damn. 

He’d pushed Alastor to talk and then freaked the fuck out and shut down. Because of course he did. That was what he did. Ask questions and then freeze up when given an answer. 

Because really, his best response to Alastor’s own insecurity was “oh okay buddy let’s put you down for a nap”??? Surely he could have done better than that, right? Apparently not.

He just had no fucking idea how to deal with emotions! Alastor wasn’t the only one who was stuck there, Vox didn’t do any of this stuff either. And even so, he certainly didn’t know how to deal with Alastor expressing emotions. He wasn’t ready for it. He didn’t know what to do. 

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Unfortunately.” He admitted. He traced his finger along the back of Lucifer’s hand. “I would have liked to have said those things much more eloquently- and much more sober. However having said that I doubt I would have said them at all otherwise.” Lucifer snuggled closer to Alastor’s chest. “I may have divulged a bit too much information, some of which I would prefer if we kept between us- I believe you can infer what that pertains to.” His look towards Vox was stern. 

He did know. Probably best not to tell Lucifer about Alastor’s previous (previous?) motivations, not to risk what they had. Things were nice now, Lucifer didn’t need to know. It wouldn’t do any good for anyone. They really didn’t need more issues right now.

Alastor also said something about only starting to feel anything for Lucifer after he started reminding him of Vox, which Vox was going to set aside and unpack later because that held a lot of implications that he wasn’t even ready to really consider, and Alastor most certainly wasn’t. 

Honestly unpacking anything from last night was going to be a mess. God. 

So he can’t be totally blamed if he decides to… not do that. 

“Yeah, got it.” He agreed, should he apologize? He wouldn’t know how to but, he kind of felt like he should. “You’re masking again.” Vox noted, trying not to let the hint of worry work its way into his voice. Or he could keep the focus off himself and not think about it too much. That too.

“Excuse me?” Alastor tilted his head. It wasn’t a rude excuse me, but one of genuine confusion. 

Right, wording. He was only aware of that thanks to Velvette when she would force him to sit down and explain something to him once and a while, with a powerpoint half the time. He actually wasn’t sure he remembered which lecture this one was from. Some sort of mental illness she was convinced Vox had. And was probably right about but that didn’t mean he actually paid attention. 

“You’re falling back into your performative… well, mask for uh- lack of a better word. You’re putting your guard back up.” He explained. “That’s probably not good.” 

Alastor blinked. “I… didn’t notice.” He said. He looked… Confused almost? “You’re right. I suppose there's no point in keeping that up, not after last night.” 

“I like when you do that, when I’m able to see the real you.” He said with a little more sincerity than he really would have liked. Fine, he might have been doing it too. Quid pro quo or whatever the fuck.

Alastor’s ears twitched with some emotion Vox couldn’t place. “Lucifer dear, I know you’re awake.” Alastor said instead of responding to him, pointedly looking away from Vox. 

“Mmhm don’t particularly want to be.” Lucifer huffed. 

“Unfortuneately, I think we need to talk. Overdue really.” He said, seeming frustrated and looking around like he was searching for an escape. “I owe the two of you an apology. I have… issues communicating, I think we all know that much, but that seems to have been a detriment over the last two weeks.” He sighed. “Truly, I really am trying. However I will… try harder.” He fidgeted. “It seems I don’t express my… care for the two of you enough. I do care about you both, to the fullest extent I have known.” His ear twitched just slightly. He was uncomfortable saying it, but it was true. Vox could tell that much. 

He was uncomfortable saying it because it was true.

That was… a shockingly sweet thing for him to say. A little strange sure but- it was Alastor.

And in a way, it was somehow more romantic than any more traditional profession of love could ever be. 

It meant more to Vox than anything he’d said last night actually. Even when he outright told him he loved him. This felt more real. Somehow. 

Vox didn’t really know what to say to it though. He’d said everything he felt he needed to last night. “Well, it’s good to hear it from you sober.” He ended up with. 

“It is.” Lucifer agreed. “You… changed after your rut. I was worried, I uh- think we both were.” 

Alastor nodded. “I closed off, that’s true. Events that transpired… startled me.” Alastor cleared his throat. “Well! I do think that’s quite enough of that! I have a hangover to nurse and a hotel to attend to.” He said, slipping out from under Lucifer to stand up. 

“Al, it’s four in the morning.” Vox told him. 

Alastor froze, but only for a moment. “That it is.” He agreed. “Nothing wrong with getting an early start to the day now is there?” 

“Actually, I think this is a uh- I had an idea that hah- could be stupid.” Lucifer interjected. “I think uh, we were trying to give you space because you closed off and that made it worse right?” He asked. 

“To put it simply.” Alastor agreed, frustration making its way into his voice, he seemed like he was very done talking about that. 

“So, I had a bit of an idea I’ve been sitting on for a while that uh… might help? Or might be stupid. Could be that.” He mumbled. 

“Lucifer.” Vox tried to get him back on track.

“Right! I’ve had a standing reservation at uh,” He gestured while he looked for the word. “Oh, I don’t remember the name I’m still waking up, It’s a nice restaurant in cannibal town- but I’ve been holding a reservation for a while for a little more of a uh… heh- traditional date if you will, so we could-” He gestured between himself and Vox. “Take you on a date.” He smiled brightly. He said it with such enthusiasm that Vox couldn’t help smiling back. Just a bit.

Even though there were so many fucking reasons that was a bad idea. 

Vox glanced to Alastor to try and get an idea of what he was thinking. It was about as helpful as he expected it to be. Which was to say; not very. 

Alastor had had his ears pulled back at least a little in discomfort since he woke up. Not pinned against his head, just… close. 

He waited for Alastor to say something, he wasn’t going to shoot it down if Alastor was on board. 

“Lucifer dear, I’m not entirely sure that’s a good idea.” He said finally. “You know I’m not exactly fond of public displays of affection. We’ve gathered enough attention with the rumors of just the two of us- and to add Vox into that would, well it would cause quite a bit of chatter to say the least.” Alastor said gently, adding a little bit of a theatrical tilt to it. 

Right. Alastor wouldn’t want to be seen with him. He was ashamed of him wasn’t he. He had every reason to be, but it still stung in a way. 

Alastor wasn’t ashamed to be seen with Lucifer. Of course not. He still had a pretty good social standing, at least with the hellborns. And he seemed to be gaining approval from sinners lately too. 

And Vox… wasn’t. To say the very least.

Alastor was ashamed of him before he completely blew everything up. Literally.  

Lucifer’s tail audibly swished against the sheets as he tried to think through how to counter that. “I mean… yeah. But it’d be nice wouldn’t it?” He tried to hide it but Vox could hear how dejected he sounded. And Vox had to admit, it did sound nice. In theory. It was a nice concept. “An actual date? It’s uh, just. I’m tired of hiding, Alastor.” He sighed, looking to Vox for help.

But Vox was too focused on staring at his hands and trying not to feel too much about Alastor being ashamed of him. No matter how much he understood it.

Because fuck, Vox was ashamed of himself. Maybe that’s what made it hurt more. That Alastor was right to be ashamed of him.

Well, things can’t hurt you if you shove them deep down inside and never think about them again! So that is exactly what Vox would do!

So Lucifer persevered. “I mean, I want to not have to- have to- hide.” He said again. “I want to be able to go out with the two of you! Be seen with the two of you. I want people to know.” 

Vox nodded quietly. Lucifer said the things he wanted to say but didn’t because he knew it was a bad idea. Something that was a great show of impulse control for him, but he was still kind of glad Lucifer said it for him. 

“It… actually does sound quite nice.” Alastor admitted softly. “Vox?” He asked.

Vox… wasn’t actually expecting to be asked anything if he just kept quiet. A shocking amount of times just staying still and being quiet had let him avoid things he didn’t want to deal with. It was the- if I don’t move they can’t see me- mentality. And again- shockingly effective. Not this time though. 

“I… Agree with Lucifer.” He admitted. “I don’t want you to be ashamed of me Al. I mean, I know why you are, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want you to want to be seen with me. But you don't, I get that.” He tried not to let the bitterness and hurt seep into his words. 

“I’m not ashamed of you Vox. It’s just… complicated.” Alastor huffed. 

“Yeah.” He agreed bitterly. It was complicated. Didn’t make it hurt any less. 

Alastor must have heard the hurt in his voice. “I do suppose I could… un-complecate it…” He hummed. Vox looked up at him when he said that, and with how pleased he looked with that idea he assumed it involved some level of violence. 

Violence certainly sounded fun. Fuck Vox missed violence. He needed to fry someone- or something like that. 

And even if he didn’t get to be the one carrying out the violence there was always something to be said about when Alastor was covered in blood looking like he was having the time of his life ripping someone apart with his teeth. 

Something to be said was a very polite way of saying, the subject of way too many of Vox’s fantasies, but that was neither here nor there. 

Alastor looked like he was considering it, working out a problem in his head. “Ah, why not hmm! I say we do it! Nothing the three of us can’t handle is it?” His tone was artificially cheerful, but his ears weren’t held back anymore.

“You sure?” Vox asked. He didn’t sound sure. Not to anyone who knew him at least. 

Alastor hummed. “Indeed! Worst comes to worst we kill a few people- someone’s having fun either way! Not really that I need a reason to kill anyone but it’s always more fun with motive don’t you think?” He tilted his head towards Vox.

Vox could only smile at that. “Feels hollow without one.” He agreed. 

“It’s surprisingly easy to forget that I’m dating serial killers sometimes.” Lucifer commented. 

Vox smiled widely. “Should we remind you more often?” He asked. 

Lucifer’s brows furrowed. “You know, actually not sure how I feel about that. So. Putting a pin in this one.” He said. 

Alastor chuckled. “You needn’t worry darling, you are perfectly safe. I’d say safer with us than without us.” 

“I’m plenty safe on my own- do you guys forget that you’re dating the literal devil. You can’t really hurt me.” He waved a hand dismissively. 

Both Vox and Alastor looked at him incredulously. “We can’t?” Vox asked. 

“Shush.” He insisted. “One admittedly cleverly created plan by a manic psychopath with a god complex is an exception not the rule.” He insisted. 

“Hey!” Vox protested. “Rude.” 

“Rude maybe, but not inaccurate.” Alastor said. 

“And I said it was clever!” Lucifer defended.

“I’m not a psychopath.” He said, just to be contrary. “Velvette said I don’t quite fit the criteria.” He said defiantly. 

“An odd hill to stand on.” Alastor said. 

“Well we wouldn’t want to spread misinformation now woul- hey!” Vox tried- and failed to catch the pillow Lucifer launched at him. “Ow.” Vox flopped down on the bed.

“Don’t.” Lucifer warned. 

“That was unnecessary.” Vox insisted, grabbing the pillow and holding it to his chest. “When is this reservation anyway?” He asked. 

“It’s uh- a standing reservation. So it’s… whenever. And I was thinking… tonight?” 

Tonight? Oh… okay. Okay sure. Cool, cool, cool. That wasn’t sudden or anything. Vox could totally improvise. Cool. Right. 

“Wait, is that how reservations work?” Vox was nearly certain it wasn’t.

“I don’t believe it is.” Alastor agreed. 

Lucifer smiled. “Reservations work however I want them to work.” He said. “Just because I don’t use the pull that I have all that often doesn’t mean I don’t have it.” He shrugged. 

Vox always got just a little bit of a rush whenever he was reminded of who Lucifer was. The power he held. 

And he’s using that power… to take Vox and Alastor on a date. 

Yeah. Vox liked that a lot. Like, a lot. 

Lucifer leaned in when Alastor left to get dressed. “So uhh, what happened last night?” He asked. 

Vox hesitated. “I’m trying to figure that out…” He said.

“Gee, how drunk were you two?” Lucifer hovered over him to ask.

“I wasn’t drunk. Alastor was…” He tilted his head and grit his teeth. “A little fucked up.” He admitted. “Maybe a little more than a little…”

“But you don’t remember what happened last night?” He asked teasingly.

“Oh no, I remember fine, understand though… eh, not so much.” He said. “And I think… Alastor should be the one to decide what he wants to tell you. We talked. He wasn’t… doing great.” Vox meant that, but also… it was a bit petty on his part. For how Lucifer handled Alastor’s rut. 

Lucifer nodded quietly. Vox was sure they could both understand that. They’d all been there. Out of all people they could understand that. 

That being said… he needed to do something. 

“Al.” He said, stopping him before he could leave. He looked back. 

“Yes?” 

Vox reached out, putting a hand on his arm. “I wanted to…  apologize. Kind of. I should have said this last night, but I need to say it- need you to hear it. I could never leave you. Never, okay? I would sooner die- I would die.” He assured honestly. He would. Really. He could never leave Alastor. 

Alastor would leave him. And then… he’d die. He’d make sure of that. If Alastor didn’t kill him, he would do it himself. 

Something in Alastor’s expression softened. “I know that.” He said. 

Vox nodded. “Good.”  He agreed, squeezing Alastor’s arm before letting go. “I know a lot of what you said was probably a bit…” He gestured a bit. “But I… appreciated… what you said last night.” He said quietly. “And I’m… sorry that it… happened like that. That it got to that point.” 

“For what it’s worth… I did mean the things I said.” Alastor glanced away. “No matter how foolish they were.” With that, Alastor left. 

It was… nice to know that Alastor cared.

Well, that was an understatement really. Vox was trying to be normal about all this, he really was, but any time that Alastor even vaguely admitted he cared about Vox in any way… it meant so much to him. 

And after last night Vox didn’t know if he wanted to cry or hold some giant elaborate celebration or cry in a bad way because he’d fucked up bad enough for Alastor to break down like that or just hold Alastor and never let him go. 

He always had been in the mindset that he’d give everything up to have Alastor. Everything he’d worked for. And he had, in a way. 

And somehow, this was better than anything he could have imagined. 

It was imperfect, and wasn’t exactly conventional, and they certainly had things to work out, especially with Lucifer thrown into the mix. 

But it was real. 

Not just ‘real’ as in that it wasn’t in his imagination. It was real. It was honest. 

And it was them. 

And that… was more than enough. So much more. 

–

Would this be a bad time to mention it had been a damn long time since Vox had been on an actual date? 

He didn’t have time for it when he was alive- at least that was the excuse he gave, mostly true. 

Similar for his early days in hell. Same excuse, same actual reason. He was busier than ever when he first arrived in hell, trying to regain the status he had when he was alive, the standard of living he’d become accustomed to. 

The closest he got to a “date” was when he went to drink with Alastor. Or eat on occasion once he had a mouth. 

He liked to think of them as dates. Back then. Even though he knew they weren't. 

Then after that… the closest he got to “dates” was going out to clubs with Val. 

Fuck, Val. 

That was one of the many complications he had to consider how to deal with. 

He was going to freak the fuck out. 

He was mad enough that Vox had left the tower to begin with, if he knew where he was? And why? 

Oh he’d be so fucked. 

No. Okay. He wasn’t backing down. He’d deal with it. 

Somehow. 

He… didn’t want to deal with that today. Today was going to be a good day. 

Tomorrow. He’d just… talk to him. Vox could talk his way into or out of anything. 

The only issue was that usually subduing Val involved sex, and that…

Vox grimiced. Yeah, not gonna happen. 

That was a pretty glaring issue actually. 

Ideally he wouldn’t want to hurt Val. 

So where did that leave him? 

Nowhere. Totally fucked that’s where it left him. 

He kicked the edge of his bed. Why could nothing be easy?

Couldn’t he just have a nice little romantic date with the king of hell and the radio demon? Couldn’t that be simple? Could nothing be simple? 

Yeah, no. Of course not. Why would it be? Really, why would it be? He really couldn’t have anything. 

He wanted the publicity and that meant having to deal with Val. It was a simple trade off. 

He’d just have to figure it out. He always did. 

Correction; most of the time. 

Of course with a glaring exception. That he wasn’t going to dwell on. Because if he did he’d go insane. More insane. 

He decided to send a message to Velvette.

< Hey Velv, can you do me a favor?

> Depends 

< Can you keep Val distracted tonight? < And off the internet. < I’ll owe you. 

> Only if you tell me why

< I have a date and don’t want to deal with his shit. 

> YOU have a date??? 

< I should be offended by that but I don’t believe it either. < So like, fair enough.

> Fine. I’ll keep him distracted > on one condition

< Okay?

> You have to tell me fucking EVERYTHING later > Because really how the fuck did you pull that off

< Girl you have no idea how insane this actually is. < Let’s just say there’s a reason I’m sure this is going to hit the media. 

> Again you’re telling me everything > Now go do whatever the fuck you gotta do

< Thanks Vel.

> You fucking owe me > Seriously. 

< I know. 

> Good luck bitch

He put his phone on silent. He wasn’t going to take it with him, he’d be disconnecting from the Voxtech servers once they left. He wanted to be present tonight.

It would be fine. Entirely fine. It’d all be fine. 

At least on that end. There was still the issue that he hadn’t been on a date like this… ever. 

Seriously. Ever. 

This was a horribly cliche date really, dinner together. Terribly romantic. 

Not in a bad way. Not at all. Just cliche. 

It was very… traditional. The exact thing you think of when you think of going on a date with someone. What he always imagined when he was growing up. Before he realised that would never get to have that. For… so many reasons. 

He really liked it actually. He had to admit that. It’s what he’d… what he’d always wanted frankly. 

But he’d have to balance it out with something crazy and absurd in the future. 

You know, if someone didn’t kill him today. Or some other terrible thing didn’t happen.

Still, closest he got to that was business dinners with investors. Or potential targets. Or both. 

He never cared before is the point. 

Something about it being so traditional made it feel more real. It was such a date. 

And would make it that much more real if he fucked it up. 

That’s the big thing isn’t it? 

Being in public made it all real. 

And that… was scary. 

He could admit that.

So fucking scary. 

But god did he want it. 

More than anything. 

–

He tapped on the dresser. 

Look, he knew he wasn’t exactly the height of fashion. That’s why he relied on Velvette for that. 

And here he was, on what was likely the most important occasion, with no Velvette to assist. 

This just kept getting more and more complicated. 

A small complication but it still was one! 

And if he focused on the smaller things he could ignore the big ones. 

Actually, if he remembered correctly… 

He checked the closet that he hadn’t touched since he got here. 

Fucking bingo. 

There were a shocking amount of suits just like his but each slightly different. 

Varying shades of blue, ranging from the navy and electric blue stripes he usually wore to a light periwinkle. Each with different lining, varying coattail lengths. 

God they’d gone all out on this fucking wardrobe that he hadn’t even used. 

That… actually implied they had confidence he’d be back in public again. In a context where he’d care about his appearance. 

That was… kind of sweet actually? He didn’t quite understand it though. But they were right. 

Even if this was a one time thing and he got totally fucked up and killed tonight. 

He ran a finger over the stitching of one of the coats. 

It was well done. Very well done. Not factory made. 

He checked another. Exactly the same. Down to each stitch.

They probably had one made and had Lucifer replicate the rest. Smart. Work smarter not harder. It was still nice, really. 

Okay, okay. Choices. Choices. Fuck. 

Fuck it. There was a navy one with lavender lining. That one was nice. The stripes were subtle, just a barely lighter blue. 

It would do. It would certainly do. Don’t overthink it. 

He should wear a black undershirt with this right? Because of the light lining? He really didn’t know. 

He did the talking. How he dressed wasn’t his problem most of the time. And certainly not over the last ten years. 

Was he overthinking this? He was, wasn’t he. 

Of course he was overthinking it! It was a date with Alastor and fucking Lucifer. No shit. Any amount of thinking wouldn’t be thinking enough. 

Even if they had been together like… two months now. This was different! 

Okay yeah he needed to calm the fuck down. 

He focused on buttoning his shirt. Repetitive motion. Calming. It worked well enough. 

He wasn’t freaking out anymore. 

That was enough for now. 

Lucifer mentioned that it was in cannibal town, good for Alastor, but did he check if it served non-cannibal meals? Vox had tried sinner meat once for Alastor’s sake, and it messed with whatever pocket dimension his mouth happened to be. Made it glitch out for a few days. The closest to sick he could really get without a traditional digestive system.

Although Alastor did often talk about the differences in sinner meat depending on what exactly it was from. So who knows. Maybe they’d have some kind of aquatic sinner meat. 

This was going to kill him. 

He didn’t even need to be worried about what anyone else does to him, he’s going to manage to permanently kill himself just with the sheer stress. 

–

Vox ran his thumb along the handle of the angelic dagger he’d kept from Carmilla. 

It was actually really pretty, the entire dagger was forged from angelic steel, but it had delicate golden inlays of flowers and vines along the handle. Beautiful craftsmanship he could appreciate, the golden wire weaved into the carvings that went along the steel. Like the careful wiring of a motherboard.  

Very fitting, very angelic. But it also wasn’t exactly something you’d expect to find on an executioner. It wasn’t a war weapon, at least it didn’t seem like it. Not particularly tactical, not something that seemed disposable like you’d see with a tactical survival knife. It seemed more like a display dagger, still plenty useful, but serving a primary function as art more than a tool. 

But what did he know? Maybe heaven was just fancy with it. 

It wasn’t exactly his style anymore- even when he was alive he went for more elaborate plans. He had fun with it. 

But he had to admit it did have a bit of it’s own flair, and if anyone decided to fuck up his date, he’d need something with a bit more… punch. He liked to consider himself powerful enough that getting into a fight with him would be stupid on a good day. However, today was more than a good day- it was one he couldn’t have anyone fucking up. 

He could do that well enough himself.

His suit wasn’t exactly made with carrying a knife in mind. So he’d have to keep that in his breast pocket. Not exactly ideal for self-defence but, something was better than nothing. 

Even the leather sheath that held the blade was white, which didn’t make much sense considering that would have been made in hell even if the blade itself was forged in heaven, but he could respect the commitment to the aesthetic. 

And it made it match the lavender lining of his suit, so he couldn’t complain too much. 

He hoped he didn’t have to use it in actual self-defence, but maybe a little murder for fun could be on the table. Add a bit of excitement to the date. A bit of a personal touch. Fun couple activity for him and Alastor. 

Maybe defending Lucifer’s honor or some shit. Chivalry or whatever. He’s pretty sure that’s how that worked. 

Yeah. Yeah, he was so good at this. He’d be fine. What was he even worried about? 

–

Vox spun one of his cufflinks while he waited. He’d had those a long time- technically these were just the same as a pair he had when he was alive, silver shark teeth. Even though they weren’t the exact same pair, they held the sentimental value as if they were. He really liked them, they were subtle, but he knew. It was a small thing that was able to make him smile.

He should get a gold set made. To match Lucifer’s gold accents. Next time. Silver went better with his usual colors but just as a little thing. 

Was he too dressed up? No. Can’t be. 

“You like the suit?” Lucifer asked brightly. Vox all but jumped, he hadn’t noticed him there. 

“Oh, uh- yeah. I didn’t even notice the whole wardrobe you guys set up for me. Thanks for that, by the way.” Lucifer didn’t seem to have dressed up at all- which didn’t make him feel particularly better about himself. 

Lucifer tugged a bit on the front of Vox’s coat, straightening it. “It really was no problem. Not if I get to see you in it.” He hummed. “And just maybe take it off you later.” He said suggestively. 

He grinned. “Later.” He agreed.  “Right now we have to go out into the literal pitchforks and torches that surely await me the moment I show myself in public.” Vox lamented dramatically. 

“It’ll be fine.” Lucifer told him. “And you look great. So, good choice for publicity.”  

“Flattery will get you everywhere.” He admitted. “But yeah, it’s nice.” 

“It’s as much for me as it is for you.” 

“Are you two always this blatant with your flirting or did something happen that I’m not aware of?” Alastor asked. He also hadn’t switched up his normal outfit all that much, just wearing slightly lighter colors and a coat that wasn’t tattered at the edges. 

Vox may have been overthinking the whole outfit thing. Maybe. 

“It’s a special occasion!” Lucifer grinned. No, see! Special occasion. No overthinking here.

“And also yes, we’re just like this.” Vox added. He was much more direct with Lucifer because he knew he could be. Was that something Alastor was jealous of? He was a bit more careful with how he talked to Alastor because he was afraid of scaring him off, did he feel underappreciated because he wasn’t as blunt with him as he was with Lucifer?  

Vox was a mirror, that’s what he did, he adjusted himself based on who he was around. Alastor was more subtle, more reserved when it came to affection. So Vox reflected that with him. Lucifer was bold, he knew what he wanted and asked for it, he was an open book emotionally, he was shameless with his flirting. So Vox reflected that. 

Alastor hummed. “Well, the two of you continue to be strange hmm?” Alastor approached them, leaning down to brush Lucifer’s hair back a little, fixing a stray piece. 

Vox didn’t miss the way Lucifer’s eyes widened when he did. Or the way Lucifer blushed a little bit. Or Alastor’s teasing smile when he did. 

“I think we should get this show on the road don’t you?” Alastor asked, pulling away from Lucifer and clapping his hands. 

Vox took a breath, brushing his off hands on his pants. “Yeah.” He agreed tensely. “Yeah.” 

It felt like the stage fright he used to get at the beginning of his career. Usually did… a lot of coke to mitigate that. Unfortunately, not an option here.

His hands weren’t shaking, but they fucking wanted to. 

He hadn’t been this nervous since… it was better not to think about that actually. 

Lucifer had opened a portal right in front of the restaurant, and he already saw a few people staring through it. Right. He’s so fine and okay right now and not stressed. 

“Vox?” Alastor asked. 

“Right, right, yeah, cool, cool, cool.” Vox insisted. Very convincing.

“Are you guys… coming?” Lucifer asked from the other side of the portal. 

Vox focused on the solid weight of the dagger in his pocket. “Yeah, yeah.” Vox stood up a little straighter. “Alright.” He stepped through the portal. 

Somehow, actually being in public made him a lot calmer. It made it easier to slip back into his usual personality. Slip back into that persona. He’d been stressing too much. 

Not whoever he’d been recently. Who he let himself be when he was just with Alastor and Lucifer. 

It was easy to put on a bright smile, as he looked at the growing sea of onlookers, his smile the kind that was just tense enough to be intimidating. He could play this role. He’d been doing it his whole life. 

Having Alastor next to him helped. He grabbed onto Vox’s arm, not holding his hand, but more holding his wrist. It was… possessive. Vox liked that. 

At the very least nobody bothered them as they walked to the restaurant. 

Most of the cannibal sinners looked the same, that was something Vox still hadn’t figured out. But that means it was obvious that people that weren’t from around here had already gotten wind of them being in public. Together. 

There was pride mixed with the stress. Alastor wasn’t ashamed of him. He was standing right next to Vox- holding onto him, unbothered by the crowd. 

Vox didn’t make a big deal out of being there, he didn’t wave or make a show like he usually would, but he didn’t shy away either. 

A tentacle swatted away a small sinner who Alastor seemed to have decided got too close before Lucifer guided them through the doors. 

The sinner at the reception counter practically jumped out of their skin when the three of them walked in. 

“Reservation for Morningstar.” Lucifer said brightly. 

The sinner nodded vigorously. Didn’t even check the list. To think Lucifer went through the trouble. “Of course! S-sit anywhere, please.” It took Vox a moment to realise that they had separate reactions to each of them. A recognition of authority with Lucifer, scared shitless of Alastor, and… any time they glanced at him there was this… disdain in their eyes. 

Fair enough.

He didn’t care.

Vox was well aware of all the eyes on them. But he didn’t mind. He was used to this! This was… good. He heard the whispers, saw the glances. He didn’t care. 

No, that’s not it. 

He did care. He cared and he liked it. 

He was in public, on a date, with Alastor and Lucifer. 

He wanted people to be watching. Craved it. Needed it. 

The sinner rushed to give them menus as they settled into the booth Lucifer chose before scampering off. 

Vox fidgeted a little. “So…” He didn’t have to finish whatever he was trying to say because the waiter brought them their waters quickly. 

“What would you all like to drink?” They asked, speaking quickly. 

Vox scrambled with the menu to look at the drink selections. Drinks, drinks, drinks- yeah, okay, fountain drinks. “Coke?” He said, uncertain. 

They nodded quickly. “Of course!” He turned to Alastor. 

He tilted his head menacingly. “Blood.” He said flatly. 

Right. Cannibal town. Alastor. There was something oddly endearing about it. He’d always thought that. 

There was an odd… jealousy that came with the thought of Alastor drinking blood that wasn’t Vox’s. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know what that meant.

Lucifer hummed. “Cider?” He asked with the same uncertain tone Vox did. He really did lean into the whole apple motif hard didn’t he? 

But the waiter just nodded and scurried off again. 

“So, how uh, was your guys’ day?” Vox asked, looking over the menu. Pasta seemed like a safe bet. Probably the less he knew about the meat the better though. 

“Nothing interesting.” Lucifer said. “Just hotel stuff. It’s pretty stable now. Things don’t really happen… I guess that’s a good thing though, no news is good news.” He shrugged, but he looked disappointed about it.

“Nonsense dear! I got to skewer someone just today!” Alastor disagreed. 

“Yeah well that’s because you get the interesting job, I just stand there and pretend like I do things.”  He sighed. 

The waiter came back with their drinks and took their orders with the same understandably nervous energy, scurrying away just as quickly. 

“You do plenty dear.” Alastor assured Lucifer. Vox glared at his drink, he forgot to ask for no ice. Now it would be watered down. Damnit. He wasn’t going to make a scene in front of Al and Lucifer though. He’d live. 

“I have a question.” Vox said. “I know you just don’t really bother with sinners and all that but like- what is the extent of your legal jurisdiction there? I never really bothered with hellborn politics but how does… all that work? I mean is it a true monarchy or like a symbolic one like uhhh Britain or whatever.” He asked. 

Lucifer made a noncommittal gesture. “Technically I have… full authority? When it comes to anything that actually goes to court? Which is… infrequent. But you’re right, I don’t usually bother. I don’t even usually bother with hellborn affairs, and those are pretty rare on their own.” He looked bored explaining it.

Vox nodded. “Stuff only tends to go to court when there’s nobility involved. Or just stupid lawsuits nobody gives a fuck about.” He spun the ice in his glass with his straw, always unable to sit still.

“Indeed. That’s why that trial a while back was such a big deal.” Alastor agreed. Why would Alastor have cared about that?

“Mhm, the one with the uh- that imp right? The assassin one?” Lucifer asked.

“Yeah, I actually paid attention to that ‘cause I had my eye on him.” Vox said. 

Alastor tilted his head. “Why is that? Anyone who could have wronged you would be long dead by now.”

“You see I feel like you’re trying to insult me by calling me old but that really doesn’t work here.” Vox told him. “But I wasn’t looking to hire him- I had my eye on him because he had a business we couldn’t rival. I wanted to absorb him if necessary. But that’s not a problem anymore.” He waved dismissively. 

“First time eliminating competition without killing them?” Alastor asked over his drink. 

Vox stammered. “Shut up.” He said. “I did plenty. I practically established television as a medium! It would have never grown so fast without-” He went on for a while about that- Alastor didn’t stop him. He suspected Alastor was baiting him into talking but he went with it. He never needed an excuse to talk, and Alastor seemed at least vaguely amused by his rambling. He hadn’t stopped him. He just listened, his smile softening as Vox went on. 

He was only interrupted when the waiter brought them their food. 

“Anyway.” He sighed, fidgeting with his fork. Alfredo actually looked pretty good for a place that mostly did steaks- and for how rushed it must have been.

“Yes, anyway.” Alastor agreed. “You asked about our day, how was yours love?” Vox lit up at the term of endearment. 

“Oh, you know, work.” He told them, because “I spent the last twelve hours stressing myself out of my fucking mind over this.” didn’t exactly sound great. 

Alastor tilted his head, clearly not believing him, but he said nothing. 

Vox took a bite of his food to avoid having to say anything else. 

“Oh shit, I just remembered- I have something for you two!” Lucifer interrupted. Vox snapped to look at him. “Oh where did I put it?” He asked himself, conjuring a few items before finding the right one. 

Two gift bags, tied together. One red, one blue. 

He pulled at the ribbon that tied it together and handed each bag to their respective recipients.  

Inside the bag was carefully packaged with tissue paper. 

“Oh.” Vox said softly. 

He pulled out a small shark. A small crocheted shark. It was so carefully done, a lightweight yarn with tight stitches. A small plush that fit in the palm of his hand.

It was beautiful. And thoughtful. Fuck, he could cry. Shouldn’t. Won’t. But it was so thoughtful. It meant so much. So much to him.

It was that kind of gentle joy that Vox didn’t know what to do with. It wasn’t loud like so many of his emotions were, it was quiet but still so heavy. Like it was trying to consume him. 

Even as much as he tried to shove it down, Vox really did feel things very strongly. His emotions tried to suffocate him, it’s part of why he was usually as high-energy as he was. If he kept moving, it couldn’t catch him. Couldn’t weigh him down. 

But lately he’d settled. Let himself be calmer- more accurately, he didn’t have the energy to do what he used to. So those heavy emotions weighed on him in a way he’d been able to run from for a very long time. 

He never would have thought he could feel that heaviness from being happy. 

Not the rush of doing something or succeeding at something, that was where most of what his happiness came from before. That was decidedly light. That’s how he would describe it. Riding the high of success. 

This was different. Settled. No, this was heavy. A solid weight in his chest. Of happiness. 

He glanced at Alastor’s gift. Another crocheted plush, a deer. He stared at it in his hand. “Lucifer, this is very kind.” Alastor said after a moment. 

“It is.” Vox agreed, feeling along the shark’s tail. “I-” Vox didn’t really know what to say to that. “It’s well done. I like it.” He concluded, carefully placing the shark in his free breast pocket. 

Lucifer blushed a little. “Well, thought I’d do something.” 

“You set this up too.” Vox insisted, if only to get him to blush more at the recognition. It kind of made Vox feel like he wasn’t doing enough. He didn’t do anything really. 

Alastor and Lucifer had done so much. And he’d done nothing. 

“It was nothing.” Lucifer insisted. 

“You continue to downplay yourself dear, you’ve done a lot for the two of us, you shouldn’t discount that.” Alastor countered. 

“Really, it’s pretty as you are Lu.” Vox added, just to fluster him more. And because flirting is what you’re supposed to do on a date right? That’s how this is supposed to work? 

“I- it- fine. Fine.” He agreed reluctantly, looking like he was trying to stop himself from hiding his face in his hands. 

Vox poked at his food. “So, about that guy you skewered.” He said brightly, bringing the attention back to Alastor. It was all supposed to be about him after all. 

That was something he could do. At least.

–

All and all, the date went quite well. 

Sure, he definitely looked like a lovesick idiot while Alastor told a showman's story about the sinner he got to skewer today- Literally, skewered the guy and ate him like a fucking kabab- but he’d done worse in the public eye. 

He and Lucifer shared a bit of their food, they both got pasta but different kinds. The spaghetti was good too. Even if he was hesitant to think too much about the meat in the sauce. Although Lucifer seemed unbothered. 

Maybe because it wasn’t technically cannibalism because he wasn’t ever human? 

That does bring into question how cannibalism is quantified when it’s not technically the same species but very clearly have the same level of intelligence and ability to communicate between species. Theoretically, would Vox eating an imp be cannibalism? Or is it only a species specification? What are the moral implications here?  

That was an interesting conversation. They didn’t end up coming to a conclusion there. 

Neither of them tried to share with Alastor, not only because of what he was eating, but he also just had a weird thing about sharing food. He wouldn’t take food from other people and he really didn’t like people touching his food. He’d always been defensive with his food. Sometimes Vox noticed he ate very fast, like he thought it could disappear at any moment. Vox never asked, it didn’t seem like something that would have anything good attached to it.

Vox gave Lucifer his straw when he asked for it. Which he proceeded to chew on until he got bored. That wasn’t actually important in any way but it stuck out to Vox. 

Mostly because it was more evidence for his working theory that Lucifer was more cat than anything else. Adding chewing plastic to the list was pretty good evidence.

Alastor had been a bit on edge for a while, glancing around- very aware of the fact that they were in public, but after a while he actually relaxed. 

He’d offered his hand for Alastor to hold, and he’d taken it. That absolutely had him looking like a complete idiot with how fucking happy that made him. Alastor wasn’t ashamed of him. Alastor was letting Vox show him affection- he was showing Vox affection- in public. And he looked… genuinely happy about it. 

He let Lucifer lean against him too after he was done eating. 

Alastor looked so happy. That meant more to Vox than anything else ever could. 

The big thing was he didn’t do anything stupid enough to fuck it up! So that was a win in his book. 

Vox left cash when they left. At least let him feel like he’d done something. 

“Well, that was actually quite nice!” Alastor said as they walked out. 

“You think?” Lucifer asked. He still walked in front of them so he turned around to ask. 

There were plenty of people still lurking, most of them had some kind of camera. At least one news channel. He didn’t smile for the camera but he didn’t… not smile. 

He heard a few people yelling off in the crowd. He didn’t bother with it.

“It was! It was a great idea, we haven’t even been ambushed!” Vox said. It wasn’t as reassuring as he wanted it to be. 

Of course he had to say something, because it was only a moment before Lucifer almost stepped on a suspicious rock. Vox was able to grab him from under his arms to stop him. 

“Hey!” Lucifer protested at being held in the air. 

“I know you don’t get out much, but you need to watch where you’re going.” Vox said. 

“Indeed.” Alastor agreed. “You may not be able to die but I don’t imagine stepping on a landmine would be pleasant.” He pointed at the rock that was not a rock.

Vox had been dealing with attempts on his life for a long damn time, he knew how to spot a bomb. Also the rock was a Voxtech product. He made bombs. He made that bomb. Whatever idiot did this was even stupider than just evidenced by the attempt to attack them to begin with.

“Oh.” Lucifer said, staring at it. 

“Oh indeed.” Alastor said. 

For some reason Lucifer stopped Vox from putting him down. “Nope- you picked me up, now you carry me.” He said. 

“Lucifer. I am not carrying you. You can’t keep doing this.” He insisted with a laugh, putting him down. 

Lucifer walked up closer to him, watching his step. “Wouldn’t want me to step on any landmines would you? So mean.” He pouted. Since they’d stopped walking for a moment, lurkers had gathered quickly. “And, just imagine the press. I know you want to show us off.” He said, tilting his head. 

Damnit Lucifer knew him too well. 

“You just like being carried.” Vox grumbled, scooping him up. 

“I do.” He admitted, throwing his arms around Vox’s neck. “But have you considered I might want to show you two off?” Lucifer pulled himself up to place a kiss to the side of Vox’s screen.

Vox’s screen lit up teal as Lucifer pulled away with a smug smile. Oh. Okay, fuck if that didn’t make him feel good. Lucifer kept trying to appeal to his ego and it was fucking working. 

Danmit he was too easy.

“I can’t argue with that.” He said. “But next time, you’re Alastor’s problem.” He grumbled as if he wasn’t blushing like a total fucking idiot.

“Don’t drag me into this.” Alastor said. “That being said I think we should get moving, there are far too many onlookers gathering for my liking.” He said, glancing around. 

“Right.” Vox agreed. “We should.” Lucifer latched onto him. 

“You know, I would do the whole “Is that a knife or are you just happy to see me”, but considering the placement I’m ninety percent sure it’s a knife.”

“Ninety percent?” Vox asked.

“Can never be too sure with you.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means you have bragged on multiple occasions about your biomechanical abilities to do whatever you liked with your body, and with as predictable you often are, there is the occasional oddity even I can’t account for.” Alastor said. 

“Yeah, Al I still don’t know what that means.” He said flatly. Well, he got the first part, the second he wasn’t going to even try to understand. 

“Actually that brings me to why do you have a knife?” Lucifer asked. 

“Why does anyone carry a knife? Self defence.” He said dismissively. 

“Knives have never been your style, since when do you carry one?” Alasor asked, walking very closely beside him. 

“Well first it’s not a knife, it’s a dagger.” He said, just to be difficult. “And, I have it because it's angelic steel.” He said. 

“And why did you feel the need to bring that with you? Between the two of us I feel that’s a bit overkill dear.” 

Vox waved him off. Or, would have, it was more of a vague sway. “Thought if someone was dumb enough to try and fuck this up, I wanted something a bit more… permanent.” He smiled, allowing his voice to distort when he said it. 

“And why, pray tell, did you have it to begin with?” He asked. 

“Contingency plan.” He said vaguely. He didn’t feel the need to add that said contingency plan was suicide. Or that it was still in play. They didn’t need to know that. That was his problem. 

Or, more accurately, his solution. 

Alastor just hummed in response. 

“It’s also pretty.” He admitted. “I like collecting pretty things.” He leaned slightly towards Alastor. “Pretty, dangerous, I have a theme.”

Alastor seemed unimpressed. Well, Vox tried. Can’t blame him. 

Vox saw the hotel in the distance and hesitated. “I… think we should avoid the lobby- for now.” He said. 

Lucifer tilted his head. “Why?”

Vox grit his teeth. “I just… we’ve had a nice night, and I don’t… it won’t go well. We both know that.” He smiled, shifting his tone. “And, I don’t want to get caught up before we get to take this elsewhere.” Sure, that was also a bit of it, definitely. But… really he just wanted to keep this nice. 

Although now that he’d mentioned it, it certainly was a bit more of a motivator. 

Alastor nodded. “Vox is right.” He agreed. “This has been… enjoyable. I’d like to keep it that way.” He said tensely. He hummed. “Having said that, I also am quite partial to Vox’s idea.” He said simply. 

Vox froze for a moment, he always did when Alastor was direct like that. But he recovered quickly despite how bright he knew his screen was. “Well then, portal?” 

Lucifer obliged, letting them avoid the lobby and go right to Alastor’s room. 

“Are you going to let me put you down now or are we gonna have to get real weirdly creative here?”  He asked Lucifer. 

Lucifer rolled his eyes when Vox set him down. He grabbed for his phone once he was free from Vox’s arms.

Now that they were alone, Vox turned to Alastor and gently placed a hand on his cheek. He hesitated, not sure what to say. 

Apparently Alastor decided he hesitated too long, he rolled his eyes and went in for the kiss himself. He pushed Vox gently against the wall where the portal was to kiss him, but pulled away just as quickly. 

“It’s almost cute how hesitant you are.” He teased, walking away to take off his own coat. 

The room shifted around them for a moment as Vox took a moment to pull himself from the wall, taking his coat off and hanging it on the coat rack that wasn’t there before. 

“Let me text Charlie that we’ll talk tomorrow.” Lucifer said. 

Vox cringed inwardly. That was a tomorrow problem but he’d been so worried about Val that he hadn’t even considered Lucifer’s daughter. 

God that was a whole other can of worms to realise that he really was dating someone with a kid, who after today he would have to deal with instead of her being an abstract concept to him. 

Sometimes he kind of just… he forgot that Charlie was a person when Lucifer talked about her. Which was probably bad. 

It was just that most of the time unless he knows them personally it’s very easy for him to forget that people are… people and not just extras in a scene, or statistics to be manipulated, numbers to be used for profit. 

He took both the shark and his dagger from his pockets to place them on the table. He didn’t trust himself not to forget it in his pockets. 

The metal seemed to catch Alastor’s eye, he tilted his head at it. 

Alastor reached out to touch the engravings on the handle and hummed when he ran his thumb over them. 

“This really is quite eloquent.” Alastor said, picking it up. His eyes seemed to widen as he pulled it from the leather, watching the sharp blade glint in the light. 

He seemed almost transfixed as he drew the blade across his palm, hissing gently through his teeth as the blade drew through his skin smoothly. Vox stepped forward trying to gently take the dagger from him, but Alastor sidestepped him. 

“It’s genuine.” He said, watching his blood drip down his wrist. “Well kept too, sharp.” He carefully wiped the blade clean on his pants before licking the blood from his palm. “It is a fine weapon.” He admitted, putting it away and handing it to Vox. 

“Shit, are you okay?” Vox asked, eyes frantically flicking between Alastor’s bleeding hand and his face. 

Alastor looked unfazed, eyes steady despite the blood on his lips- which was really doing something for Vox that it really shouldn’t be. Damn that fucking contagious blood kink. “Why wouldn’t I be?” The question was genuine, so Vox let it be. Even as Alastor licked more blood from the fresh wound. 

He set the dagger back on the table. Lucifer had stayed out of this but Vox didn’t miss how he moved the dagger just slightly on the table, just out of Alastor’s reach. 

Vox decided to go with it, gently pulling his hand to his own mouth by his wrist, licking along the clean line of the cut. He allowed the metallic taste of blood to coat his tongue. He wasn’t bleeding a lot, which was a good sign. He wasn’t injured too badly.

Apparently, that was the right thing to do. Alastor’s breath hitched and he muttered something under his breath. Vox took a moment to kiss the joint of his thumb where the cut ended. 

He pulled Alastor closer, drawing his tongue along Alastor’s lips. Alastor was quick to sigh into the kiss as they stumbled back slightly, letting Vox press him into the bed when he collided with it. 

Man, the blood thing really did it for him huh?

Their breathing was heavy when Vox finally pulled away, and fuck, the way Alastor looked up at him with his own blood smeared across his lips made him burn. 

“Fuck Al…” He breathed, carefully caressing Alastor’s cheek. “You, fuck- you know I could never leave you right? I couldn’t, ever.” He stressed. 

“I know.” Alastor agreed, voice barely steady. “I am… glad that things ended up like this.” He admitted as Vox drew back. 

The bed dipped beside him as Lucifer joined them, gently holding onto Alastor’s arm and moving to mouth at his neck. The shuttering breath he let out was soft, almost a whine. “I’d hope so.” Lucifer said quietly. 

Vox slowly drew himself down Alastor’s other arm, returning to his bleeding hand on his knees, licking gently at the wound again, placing kisses along it, then a few to the back of his hand. 

“Breathtaking.” He praised quietly. He was careful as he skimmed his hands over his calf, moving to take off his shoes. Placing soft kisses to his leg as he went. 

“Talk to us red.” Lucifer said softly. 

Alastor panted, grasping at Lucifer’s hair with his uninjured hand to bring him in for a desperate kiss. Blood still lingering between them.  

“Needy.” Vox teased softly. “But this is for you. You’re allowed to be needy.”  He told him. 

Alastor whined softly, muffled by Lucifer’s mouth. Vox was careful to kiss the wound once again before pulling back. Still bleeding, but it had slowed. 

“Don’t act as if this is a selfless act.” Alastor murmured as he let Lucifer guide him to lie down. 

Vox huffed a laugh, he wasn’t wrong. “Two things can be true.” He grinned, sure there was still blood on his teeth as he toed his own shoes off to climb back up to join them. “But yeah, I do love seeing you like this.” He admitted. 

Alastor just looked… god he looked like a mess. The way he leaned into Lucifer like he was melting, his hand gently on the back of his neck holding him close, his eyes dark and his face flushed. 

“Fuck.” Vox breathed. Because really, he was a sight. He slotted himself between Alastor’s legs slowly, but instead brought Alastor’s still bleeding hand to his mouth again, making deliberate eye contact as he licked over the cut. 

Or at least he would have, Alastor’s eyes stayed glued to Vox’s tongue, his breath hitched when Vox carefully wrapped his tongue around his thumb when the cut ended. 

“You’re such a freak.” Vox chuckled, kissing his palm again. The wound was mostly healed already. 

“And you love me.” Alastor grinned. 

Vox smiled with how easily Alastor said it. “Of course.” He said proudly. “Always.” He added, softer. 

Vox was slower than he usually was, patience he usually didn’t bother with as he hovered his hands over the strained fabric of Alastor’s pants, looking to Alastor for approval. 

“Vox.” He insisted tensely. 

Lucifer’s hands roamed over Alastor’s chest, careful when he hovered over the seam. “Do we think we can take this off now?” He whispered, just quiet enough that Vox could barely hear it.   

Alastor hesitated for a moment, placing his hand over Lucifer’s. He nodded quietly, allowing Lucifer to pick at the buttons while Vox did the same for his pants, carefully drawing his hand over his bulge through the fabric, only a grazing touch. 

“Vox.” Alastor said again, his voice still slightly muffled by Lucifer’s skin as he canted hips up into Vox’s hand. 

Vox breathed something close to a whine at Alastor’s neediness, simply admiring the sight before him, Alastor panting beneath him, Lucifer nipping at his neck. God he loved watching Alastor fall apart. “Fuck Al, I need you to- you’re fucking beautiful.” He panted, pulling his pants off just slightly and carefully drawing his other hand over his hip, rustling his coarse fur. “Fuck.” His blood burned beneath his skin. 

Lucifer chuckled a bit against Alastor’s skin, tugging his shirt open. “He’s still so desperate for you.” He teased, drawing his fingers through his hair. 

That made Alastor smile a bit more, glancing down at Vox with adoration. Fuck. “He always will be.” He insisted, tracing his thumb along Vox’s screen, it was enough to make him shiver, letting out a shaky breath. “Won’t you?” He asked, a bit harsher.  

Vox nodded in agreement, watching Alastor’s cock twitch under his warm breath before licking up it, wrapping his tongue around it, carefully wetting it in his gentle hold and taking great pride in the way his muscles jerked under his hand as he held himself back. Even as Lucifer swallowed his gentle gasp. 

He stared at how desperately Lucifer kissed him, like it was a lifeline.

The spit he’d slicked Alastor with was tinged red with his blood, just the thought of it made Vox grip his hip harder. That was weirdly fucking hot. 

He sighed, wrapping a gentle hand around him, watching Alastor carefully, how he stuttered in his possessive kisses when he did. 

Vox distantly noted that there wasn’t any of the usual jealousy that used to be there when he would see Lucifer kiss Alastor. Just a nearly consuming heat. Because really, god that was hot. 

He hesitated for a moment, still careful with his movements. 

He’d always thought that love inherently means jealousy. But now he realised that it looped back around. He loved them both so much that he wasn’t jealous of them together. 

He loved them enough that he wasn’t jealous. 

That was such an absurd thought to him just a month ago. To not be jealous when he saw Alastor kiss someone else. 

Jealousy was so intertwined with love for him… to let that go… it was strange, but freeing. God was it freeing. 

“Fuck, you two are so fucking hot.” He huffed, rolling his hips against the bed, just for a fraction of relief. “Shit.”  

He focused his attention back to Alastor’s hand, placing kisses to his knuckles before drawing his fingers into his mouth, keeping his eyes on Alastor, never wavering.

Was it weird that he was kind of getting off on this? Yeah. Probably. 

Alastor chuckled against Lucifer, pushing Vox’s tongue down, grazing his teeth with his fingers. Something about that just made Vox go blank for a second. Pliable.

He saw recognition in Alastor’s eyes when he glanced at him, but he pulled his hand away. 

He listened for Alastor’s panting when he pulled away from Lucifer for a moment, just enough to glance at Vox moving his hand to his antennae, drawing a wet finger up it. Humming a pleased laugh when it made a spark of electricity zap between them, made his breath stutter. 

He went back to wrapping his tongue carefully around Alastor’s length, thankful for his prehensile tongue. Something that was damn helpful at the moment when he got to drag a squeal of radio feedback from Alastor. 

He hummed gently as he pulled back a bit, carefully swirling his tongue along the tip, collecting the somewhat bitter precome there before drawing it into his mouth, taking a moment to appreciate the increase in static when he did. 

He gripped the fabric of Alastor’s shirt when he tried- and failed to stop himself from thrusting into his mouth, his gentle whine again muffled against Lucifer’s mouth alongside Lucifer’s own moan when Alastor harshly tugged him into another kiss by his hair. 

He decided not to stop himself from grinding against the mattress, slow and careful so he could keep his focus on Alastor. 

He trailed his hands over Alastor’s body, he noted just how much his bones stuck out. He traced over his ribs and his hipbones, he could feel them individually through his skin. It reminded him of himself when he was alive. He was careful to make sure his touch was gentle, appreciating, admiring. 

Vox stuttered when Alastor pinched his antennae and pulled. 

Static flooded his body as he twitched, but he paid himself no mind. 

This was about Alastor. 

Even as he melted a bit, he continued to take Alastor like he was trying to devour him, careful swipes of his tongue, latching onto him. 

He kept his eyes on Alastor. Always on Alastor. His jaw set tight, breathing ragged. 

But he was looking at him. Lucifer was back at his neck, rolling his hips into Alastor’s offered hand. Fuck. Vox whined a little at the sight, taking a moment to swirl his tongue again. 

Alastor’s grip on his casing tightened, so he did it again, he relished in the way that he felt Alastor throb against his tongue, the bitter, salty taste coating his tongue in place of the metallic tang of blood. 

He stayed a moment before he pulled back, still gently running his hands over the fur on his hips soothingly. 

Alastor’s hand still rested on his casing so he drew his hand back down, kissing his now healed palm. Alastor hummed, shifting his attention back to Lucifer. “Lucifer.” He hummed, leaning up to nip at his barely exposed neck. 

Lucifer keened, gripping Alastor’s shirt as he collapsed, leaning against him for a moment. 

Alastor allowed it for a few minutes before clearing his throat and beginning to pull away. “It really is quite adorable how needy you both are.” He teased, carefully putting his pants back on once he extricated himself from Lucifer’s hold. “I mean really,” He tapped Vox’s screen as he turned away. “You’re so devoted darling, it’s cute. All you need is to give me pleasure. It’s quite flattering really.” He chuckled a little as the room shifted. 

Vox squeaked quietly. He liked that Alastor noticed that. And that he teased him about it. Fucking humiliation kink. 

God it’s really a feedback loop. The inciting humiliation and then the shame of liking it and then the shame starts the fucking cycle all over again. 

 Alastor hovered over a dresser as he conjured the deer from whatever pocket dimension he had. He was careful as he set it down next to-

Oh. 

Vox froze. 

“You kept it?” Vox asked, voice already almost breaking. 

It was the microphone Vox gave him. Before everything happened. 

This time, Alastor froze, hands hesitating from where he’d put the deer. “I did.” He said solemnly, not looking at Vox. 

Vox didn’t have anything else to say. He just froze. 

Alastor kept it. 

Vox had given him lots of gifts over their friendship, but that had been the most meaningful. Or at least in intent. 

It was something Alastor would use, something that bridged the gap between their mediums. 

He closed the incessant popup that asked if he wanted to cry. He really needed to upgrade that feature. It was still new and not optimized at all. 

He thought Alastor would have gotten rid of it. 

Not only did he keep it, but he seemed to keep it in a prominent spot, alongside other items that were important to him, he noticed a sort of crown made of dead roaches he could only attribute to Nifty- one of the few people Alastor ever allowed himself to admit he cared about. And it was somewhere he would clearly see it often if the use of the ashtray was anything to go by. 

Alastor slipped away before Vox could come up with something to say. 

Left in the silence, Vox had to be painfully reminded about whatever bullshit awaited them tomorrow. 

But tomorrow was tomorrow. He sighed as he shrugged off his shirt, putting it and his pants on one of the chairs by the table and let himself lay back down. 

Lucifer took that as an invitation to latch onto him, the fluff of his robe gentle against Vox’s skin. 

When Alastor came back, his hand had been bandaged. He was careful when he returned to Vox’s side. 

Whatever happened tomorrow was a problem for then. 

And it would be worth it. Whatever anyone could throw at him wouldn’t be enough for this not to be worth it.

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Okay. First I want to explain a headcanon I did here for clarity’s sake and because I wanted to point this out: Vox’s cult (Excuse me- movement) was kind of what brought television into the mainstream in this universe. Because we know he died in ‘52(At the latest) and if we look back, TV didn’t really take off until right around then. He was in the television business before it was cool and he made it take off earlier than it did in our (real world) timeline. He doesn’t know it, but he’s not exaggerating his influence. He really did push it as a medium. 

Also, I have made another reference in this one that got out of hand, if you can catch it you get a cookie. As usual.

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[nonanon3rd]

My poor heart is an open wound.

(2563 words) by NonAnon3rd Chapters: 1/1

Relationships: Alastor/Vox, Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar/Vox, Lucifer Morningstar/Vox, Alastor/Lucifer Morningstar

Tags: Communication, Lack of Communication, Alastor is Bad at Communicating, Alastor is Bad at Feelings, Sex-Favorable or Sex-Neutral Asexual Alastor, Jealous Alastor, Vox is Bad at Feelings, Vox Loves Alastor, Alastor Loves Vox, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleepy Cuddles

Series: Part 9 of Now is the part for the radio station!

Summary:

Vox had been worried about Alastor. Seriously worried. And whatever this was wasn’t helping. //Vox and Alastor talk. Alastor may or may not be quite drunk.

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[nonanon3rd]

Happiness is itself desire.

Pairing - Vox/Alastor/Lucifer

Tags - Porn with Feelings, Trans Vox, Vox Has a Vagina, Vox Has Interchangeable Parts, Cuddling & Snuggling, Denial of Feelings, Jealousy, Jealous Alastor, Vaginal Sex, Cunnilingus, Threesome - M/M/M, Praise Kink, Vox Has a Praise Kink, Degradation Kink, very light but it's there, Vox is Bad at Feelings, Sexual Overstimulation, Frottage, Sex-Favorable or Sex-Neutral Asexual Alastor.

Wordcount - 6,851

Vox really didn’t expect Lucifer to be as clingy as he was.  It was actually quite nice, in a way.  While Alastor dealt with… whatever bullshit he was dealing with, they had each other.  If only that wasn’t exactly what he was dealing with.   //So, so much fluff.  And some smut. As usual.

God they’re so fucking stupid. Love them. Imagine if they just talked about shit. Wouldn’t that be nice? OH ALSO: Vox’s genitalia is referred to either ambiguously or somewhat masculinely here, I swap this up every once in a while because I think it’s just however he feels in the moment. But yes the tags are still correct, it’s just a tad ambiguous because *checks notes* I do what I want. 

Sorry this took a while but I’ve been recently having troubles getting my T refilled and I think you can work out how those two things are directly connected.

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Vox really hadn’t expected the king to be so… clingy. 

Not exactly in the emotional sense like Vox could be, but quite literally in the physical sense. 

Anytime he could be he was plastered against Vox’s side, hanging off his arm, or draped over his lap. 

He’d noticed he was like that sometimes with Alastor, but since Alastor was… Alastor and had his particularities about being touched, he didn’t see it much. 

However, Vox had been pretty clear he didn’t mind being touched. Liked it even. 

Which meant Lucifer had been just a little closer than usual for most of dinner. His chair scooted just closer to him so their legs were touching. Just enough it was noticeable. 

“No, no- But seriously!” Vox said, mostly talking in Alastor’s direction. He tended to monopolise the attention whenever he could, it’s what he did. “God I mean it was a mess. I don’t know what kind of writers Val has been hiring but it’s- it’s a total mess. No that’s not it- I do know what kind of writers, what I don’t know is what happened to the original writers.” He waved a hand, cutting off his rambling to go back to eating his food. “He’s changing things just to piss me off I swear!” 

He didn’t miss the way that Lucifer seemed to lean into him, pushing his leg against his. 

It was subtle but something Vox picked up on. It’s something you had to do as an actor, you analyze body language to be able to replicate it. 

It left a warm feeling in Vox’s chest to see just how taken the king seemed with him. Looking at Vox the way he’d seen him look at Alastor. 

And as much as Vox enjoyed the adoration, it still confused him.  

He still didn’t understand how Lucifer didn’t hate him. He should. 

Sure, the same could probably be said about him and Alastor, but they had a history, a foundation that was built upon obsession and oddly unconditional love in a way. 

So… what? Was there even an explanation? 

Half a year ago he had tortured the king and now he was comfortable confiding in him about his absent wife and looking at him with genuine affection. 

Vox would chalk it up to something being wrong with him. Because there certainly was something wrong with that one. 

He’d give the same explanation to why he’d let himself fall to the same trap. Something wrong with him too. He knew that damn well. 

When he heard Alastor laugh in response to something he said, Vox realised he felt something he hadn’t really felt in a long time. 

He felt loved. Loved by people he loved. 

Something he didn’t know if he had ever felt. 

Maybe he didn’t need to worry about why right now. 

He could simply appreciate this while his brain would allow it. 

-

Vox only noticed his door opening because of the sudden light in his otherwise dark room. 

Nowadays he’s been relegated to statistics and overviewing scripts. Oh how far he’d fallen from being the face of Voxtech. The face of the Vs. One of the most powerful sinners. The most powerful. 

He turned his music down and spun around. “Hello?” He asked. Lucifer was standing at the open door. 

“Wow it’s dark in here.” He said. “Uh, sorry- you didn’t respond when I knocked so I just let myself in.” He swayed with the words as he spoke them, gesturing to the door. 

“It’s all good.” Vox insisted. “Whatever brings you to my office, your majesty?” He grinned. 

Lucifer shrugged sheepishly, climbing into Vox’s lap instead of explaining. 

Vox laughed slightly. “Don’t you like- have a job?” He asked, allowing Lucifer to curl up in his lap like it was the most natural thing. Like a weird cat. He was actually shockingly dense- literally. How did he fly like that? Shouldn’t he have hollow bones or something? 

He was like a bee. 

Well, not really, considering bees don’t have any bones. They’re insects, they have exoskeletons. Right? Wait why were they fuzzy if they had exoskeletons? How does that work- damnit now he’d have to research bees and he’d get distracted and-

“Not really. I don’t exactly add anything to this whole thing.” Lucifer said, snapping him from his thoughts, voice muffled by Vox’s shirt. 

Vox didn’t know what to say to that. “Well, even if you don’t, I do.” He spun around to get back to the computer, taking Lucifer with him. “No matter how boring it is.” He grumbled. 

Lucifer just huffed, clinging to him. “Oh do you want… me to leave?” He asked. 

“Nah, you can stay.” He told him. Contrary to what popular belief may be, this kind of attention wasn’t something he got often, he really did enjoy just casual physical touch as a form of affection but Val actually wasn’t all that touchy- well unless it was a means to an end if you will. Lucifer was clingy, a solid, calming weight against him. It was nice.

He’s thought that about a lot of things lately. Things were nice. 

“What are you doing?” Lucifer asked after about an hour. It was still early. 

Vox shook his head. “Fucking stocks. Nothing interesting.” He grumbled. “I never get to do anything interesting anymore.” It was true. That’s why he had the vvikipidia page for bees open on a different tab. He was starting to go stir crazy honestly. Nothing interesting, nothing new. Things were nice, but also, quite monotonous. 

Lucifer hummed. “You keep saying that.” 

“Do I?” At this point Vox forgot a lot of the things he said. He said a lot of things. Said a lot of things that meant nothing. 

Lucifer nodded. “You know… maybe you should consider… getting involved with stuff again, going out, doing things!”

“You’re one to talk there.” Vox told him. 

“I know what I’m talking about.” Lucifer corrected. “Wallowing doesn’t help, sometimes you just have to force yourself to do something.” 

“I am not wallowing star.” Vox insisted. “It’s not that I don’t want to do things, it’s that I can’t. I mean, what do you think would happen if I showed my face in public right now? Or ever for that matter.” 

“I don’t think we’d need to worry about that.” Lucifer grinned. 

Vox sighed. “Not to be that guy- but you can’t hurt sinners, and my power is largely based on my social standing which makes me basically powerless right now- I mean, I’m lucky the souls I own are enough that I still have a mouth.” 

“I- wait what was that?” 

“It’s-” He sighed. “My mouth- it’s like- it’s technically magic- like a pocket dimension or something- so it’s linked to my power, which is linked to my social standing. Thankfully it’s also linked to my overlord status- which I still technically have, even if only in terms of soul contracts.” He explained, having to delete what he was typing and rewrite it because he’d replaced words with the ones he was saying. 

“Huh. So that’s what it is. I was wondering.” Lucifer waved a hand. “No. Not the point. We may not be able to do anything, but I think we both know Alastor would absolutely fuck up anyone who messes with you.” 

“Debateable.” Vox hummed with a tinge of bitterness. “But it’s not like I can just take him everywhere I go anyways, not sure he’d be too happy about being my personal guard dog either.” 

“That’s not what I said. And if you don’t go anywhere you can’t take him anywhere.” 

“I get what you’re trying to say but also that makes no sense.” Vox told him. 

“That makes no sense.” 

Vox waved him off. “Yes it does.” 

“Sure.” Lucifer said, throwing his legs over the arm of the chair and conjuring a ball of yarn with a puff of pink smoke. Not beating the cat allegations. 

“You crochet?” Vox asked when he noticed the crochet hook Lucifer had. 

“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I mean, I do most things.” He said. “I’m surprised, most people confuse crochet and knitting.” Lucifer smiled. 

“Haven’t done it in a long time, but when I was young, my grandma taught me. Doubt I remember anything that would matter though.” He admitted, going back to work. “What are you making?” He asked absently. 

“What do you think I’m making Blue?” Yeah, yellow yarn, checked out. 

He hummed, letting them fall back into comfortable silence. 

But Vox didn’t really like silence. It bothered him. 

“Why don’t you hate me?” Vox couldn’t help asking. Right, because that’s better than silence? Right, right. 

“What?”

“I mean, after everything I did- how… how are you sitting here, happy to be with me- like you fucking care about me.”

“I do care.” Lucifer tilted his head with wide, worried eyes. He said it like it was the most obvious thing. So sincere it almost hurt. 

“Yeah, why?” Vox insisted. 

“I…” Lucifer hesitated. “Because I feel like I’ve been where you are- were-” He told him. “I know what it’s like to oppose heaven- even if you were doing it for drastically different and insane reasons- I know what it’s like to be left behind… Abandoned…” Lucifer’s crocheting sped up as he spoke, getting more aggressive. 

“So you pity me.” Vox concluded. 

“No. I… I feel like I understand you. In- in a way.” He said. “I mean- you’re- weird so I certainly can’t say I fully understand you, but, your team turned on you, just like heaven turned on me. The love of your life- or afterlife- abandoned you, I’m… still working through that one…” Lucifer wrapped the yarn around his finger where his ring used to be. Oh. Used to be. He wasn’t wearing it anymore- Vox hadn’t noticed that. He must have taken it off sometime in the last few days after they talked. 

Something about him still referring to Lilith as the love of his life stung in a way it shouldn’t have. Of course Vox wasn’t the love of his life. Nor Alastor. He’d been married to Lilith for millenia, of course she was the love of his life. 

Although he supposed Lucifer could feel similarly about referring to Alastor as the love of Vox’s life. 

They were both fucked up in their own ways- all three of them really. 

That. That’s what set them apart. Vox had gotten Alastor back. Lucifer… wasn’t getting Lilith back. 

“Anyways, even if it wasn’t for all that, I just can’t… I don’t have the energy to hold grudges. Can’t really be bothered to anymore. It's… tiring.” 

“I guess… but even then how does that end up with us… here?”

Lucifer smacked his lips. “Honesty?” He asked. 

“Would be nice.” 

“There was something about the… the...” Lucifer rolled his hand. 

“The?” Vox pushed. 

“There’s a word, I’m looking for the word.” Lucifer told him. “Words aren’t being nice.” He complained. “The courage? No that’s not it. Ah! The audacity it had to take to do everything you did. You know, the like, it was fucking stupid do not get me wrong, but you set your sights on something and you went for it! Nothing would stop you- and I mean- hah! even just the sheer power!” He admitted. 

Vox simply nodded along, thoroughly enjoying the admiration and compliments. 

“You overpowered me! I mean, kinda. It was a dirty trick and an asshole move- and you’re still an absolute and total asshole for that by the way- but it was clever! I’ll admit, you’re clever- stupid but clever.” He rambled. “I don’t know- even without your powers, the way you can collect and entice a crowd! For insane reasons but you can certainly captivate an audience!”

“It’s starting to feel like the insults are outweighing the compliments.” Vox told him. 

“Whatever, what I’m trying to say is I like you- damn I already said that, uh- I mean, after everything you’re plenty happy to cuddle up with Alastor even after everything so I guess it’s like that- certainly not to your fucked up and obsessive level but you know, same concept.” He waved him off, going back to his duck. 

“Right, right.” He hummed. He… still didn’t know what to do with that. Yeah. He didn’t know why he asked really because he had no idea how to process the answer. 

He didn’t know how to process anything anymore, did he? 

Well, “Anymore” implied he ever did. He wasn’t sure that was the case. 

Back to silence. All good. Nothing wrong with that at all. Vox can totally deal with silence. 

It was… somehow the silence wasn’t as bad as he was used to it being. 

Work was… it was work. It still is, always was. He used to be able to just lose himself in it, for a long time, work was all he ever knew. Or at least it felt like it sometimes. 

He was always busy. Constantly working to get ahead, going for the next big thing. He didn’t stop to take breaks, he couldn’t. You don’t get anywhere if you take breaks. 

And now… now he didn’t know what he was working towards. He didn’t even know what he was doing anymore. 

Voxtech wasn’t his anymore, Voxtech wasn’t even Voxtech anymore. He… Vox wasn’t who he used to be. Not quite. But he was always changing wasn’t he? Always adjusting. 

But this had been the one constant. Work. Even as everything changed around him he had his ambition, to do something new, something bigger. It’s what allowed him to change along with the world. 

And now, he’d lost everything, he’d get nowhere, but he was still clinging to work. 

He couldn’t help it. 

He clung to work like he clung to Alastor. 

Maybe he wasn’t so good about change. 

Vox hummed. “I guess that’s it.” He said, filling out the spreadsheet. And oh wasn’t that a thought. The mighty media demon, reduced to inventory spreadsheets. “Alright do you-” He cut himself off. “Are…” He was asleep. The king of hell asleep in his lap. 

Maybe he wasn’t reduced. Or maybe it wasn’t all bad. He had the king of hell asleep in his lap. That was certainly its own kind of power. 

He hadn’t lost anything. Simply… traded up. A new prospect. Voxtech might not be his anymore, but the king was. 

That right there was power. 

He didn’t need a company. Hell, he didn’t even need a platform. He could figure this shit out couldn’t he? 

And sure, maybe he loved the idiot. Didn’t mean there wasn’t power in it for him. There was always something in it for him. 

And that something in it for him is why he gently took the half finished crochet project from his hands and placed it on the desk. 

He really didn’t know why he was still trying to rationalize this. It wasn’t a lack of acceptance. Just what it was. The way he was maybe. 

So he put something on in the background to watch while he let Lucifer sleep, picking something at random. 

Lucifer had absolutely no right looking so adorable. The Devil had no right being as adorable as he is. 

He was so irreparablelly fucked. 

There was a sense of calm seeing how comfortable Lucifer was with him. 

He had no reason to be. Vox still didn’t understand how he just… how anything really. After everything he did? 

He didn’t deserve this. It was an odd thought for him, he’d always been the type of person who thought he deserved anything and everything, but he guessed that’s what ego death will do to someone. Probably. 

Lucifer looked so peaceful in his sleep. He was so expressive at all times. Easy to read. Such a contrast to Alastor. 

Vox didn’t know how he ended up falling in love with both of them. Somehow such opposites. 

He and Lucifer were so similar really, he was right about that. But that meant Alastor had a pattern. He and Lucifer were two sides of the same coin, playing out the same events backwards. 

And somehow they ended up in the same place anyway. Maybe it was events aligning as they were supposed to somehow. Something meant to be. As what is is supposed to be they end up in love with the same man and find each other while they work through it.  

Or something like that. He was just fucking rambling at this point. Something something fate something something. 

Or maybe they were just two idiots finding comfort in each other as their emotionally repressed boyfriend worked through his shit. 

More likely that. Probably that. 

A knock on the door snapped him from his thoughts. “Vox?” Alastor called. “Are you… going to come to dinner?” He asked. 

“Oh, yeah, yeah.” He said, sure to direct his voice away from Lucifer. “One minute.” 

“Right, I’ll go check on Lucifer hmm?” 

He nudged Lucifer softly. “Oh, he’s with me.” He told Alastor. “Lu.” He nudged him again. 

“Is he now?” Alastor asked. 

“Mhm.” He nudged him again. “Lu.” 

“Well I guess that’s one less stop for me.” 

“Mm, good morning sunshine.” He said as Lucifer blinked his eyes open, tapping him on the face. He still had half a mind to hate how gentle his smile was. Just a little. 

Lucifer grumbled and batted Vox’s hand away. “Sorry.” His voice was rough with sleep. Vox had to resist the urge to kiss him on the forehead- for some reason. That was way too cutesy and intimate. And he was going to pointedly avoid questioning why this was suddenly something he wanted to do after very intentionally avoiding any form of emotional intimacy for his entire existence. 

“Dinner Lu. It’s time for dinner.” 

“Okay.” He wrapped his arms around Vox’s neck. 

“What are you doing?” He asked through a laugh. 

“You’re carrying me.” He said confidently. 

“I am not carrying you.” Vox laughed. 

“Well then I guess we’re staying here.” Lucifer said firmly. 

“Fine.” Vox conceded, looping his arms under the king’s small frame. “If you insist my king.” 

“Hush.” He insisted as he stood up.

Vox stopped at the door. “I can’t open the door if I’m carrying you dumbass, open the door.” Lucifer grumbled but let go enough to open the door. Vox hummed in approval. 

Alastor gave them a look as Vox walked through the door before pointedly looking away. 

“You are shockingly heavy for how tiny you are.” Vox told him, dropping him a little less than gently in his chair. 

“Wow, rude.” 

“I thought you’d have hollow bones or something.” He shrugged, stretching his back. He’d been sitting down all day to the point where once he cracked his back his spine forgot how to be a spine for a moment. 

“So, you two have been awfully close lately.” Alastor noted. 

“I mean, yeah?” Vox agreed. “I mean, we’re in a relationship aren’t we?” He took a bite of his curry. 

“We should probably talk about that shouldn’t we?” Lucifer mentioned. 

“Talk about what?” Vox knew kinda what he meant but that was the one thing he was actively avoiding at the moment. Actually one of many things he was avoiding. When did he start doing that? 

Lucifer gestured vaguely as he chewed. “This whole… thing, yeah? I mean this is- all three of us now.” 

“Wasn’t it always?” 

“Well- it was more like, both of us dating Alastor or uh, like, whatever was going on, and now it’s more of a like,” He gestured around in a circle around them. “Thing, yeah?” 

Alastor hummed and saved Vox from responding. “I do suppose you’re right.” Alastor commented. “Of course hmm? It makes perfect sense doesn’t it? With how similar you two are, you’re perfect for each other. It’s good, it’s good that you’re getting along. Wouldn’t want any infighting now would we?” He tapped his spoon on the side of his bowl. “I’m simply glad the two of you haven't devolved to fighting over me. Impressive for that one.” He pointed to Vox. 

“Excuse you prick.” Vox growled with a playful lilt. 

“Oh please Vox, don’t act like you didn’t want to.” Alastor dismissed. 

Vox couldn’t exactly argue with that. He did in fact have a few schemes in the works at the beginning. In the beginning. 

“What?” Lucifer asked when Vox said nothing. 

“Oh don’t even you set up this whole thing relying on my jealousy.” Vox shrugged. 

“I did do that.” He admitted. 

Vox sighed. “Whatever.” He hummed. 

–

Once he was done with his food Lucifer took no time climbing back into Vox’s lap the moment he could. 

“Well aren’t you clingy.” He said teasingly. 

“He really is, isn't he?” Alastor agreed. “Although now it’s been redirected to you.” 

Lucifer rubbed his face against his chest. “And you let me.” He did. 

“What are you doing?” He laughed. 

“Itchy.” Lucifer grumbled. 

“For the king of hell you really are a weird guy, anybody ever mention that?” 

“Once or twice.” He mumbled, nudging against Vox’s chest almost aggressively. 

“It’s like you’re trying to get under my skin.” He giggled, threading a hand through Lucifer’s hair. “You know, if you wanted to get inside of me all you have to do is ask.” He said lowly, tugging on his hair slightly to get Lucifer to look at him. 

Lucifer let out a startled laugh while he watched Alastor roll his eyes from the corner of his vision, but it was fond. 

“Is that so?” Lucifer asked with a grin, wasting no time to start fiddling with the first few buttons on Vox’s shirt.

“Ask and you shall receive your majesty.” He assured. 

“It’s always something with you.” Alastor huffed, leaning in to place a kiss to the casing of Vox’s screen. It seemed like his way of silently saying he wanted to be included. 

“You know it Al.” He tilted his head at Alastor. 

“Well, I do hope you two can be bothered to take this to bed.” He dragged a finger down the side of Vox’s screen as he walked away, making him shiver.

“I guess I can work with that.” Vox lamented, scooping up Lucifer again. “Dwoop.” He hummed, spinning around with Lucifer in his arms. Vox’s gentle smile from Lucifer’s laughter turned into a more of a grin as he pinned Lucifer to the bed with a rush. “Now, where were we?” He asked, voice low. 

“The table?” Lucifer quipped back innocently without missing a beat. 

Vox pushed him against the mattress with a kiss before he could laugh. “Shut up.” He whispered against his lips between harsh kisses, voice breathy with restrained laughter. It was raw and all consuming as he pressed the small king against the mattress sliding his hands under his sweater and along his soft skin. 

But Lucifer was fast, grabbing at Vox’s shoulders with surprising strength to flip them over, ending up with Vox pinned below him, panting for breath as it had been knocked out of him. Vox could have sworn he saw red flicker in his eyes when he did, grinning down at him. “I don’t think so.” He said with a bit of warning in his tone. His movements harsh but intentional as he slotted a knee between Vox’s thighs. 

Fuck he loved Lucifer, he couldn’t possibly deny how absolutely hot the show of strength was. For as much as Lucifer spoke of Vox’s power he certainly wasn’t lacking for it himself. A reminder that this was the king of hell he was dealing with. That he was the king of hell and it was Vox who had the luxury of being under him. “Really?” He teased back. “Oh-ho and you have a plan to do something about it don’t you?” His voice was breathy and heavy. 

“I do.” He agreed, picking at the buttons of Vox’s shirt and pressing his knee more firmly against Vox, sending a wave of pleasure across Vox’s body, torn between spreading his legs to give him better access or trapping his leg there to be sure he didn’t move. He settled on gripping his waist instead while he pushed Vox’s shirt the rest of the way off, grazing his gills as he did. “Go on V, he’s waiting.” Lucifer hummed, pulling back ever so slightly and tapping Vox’s chest. 

Even the gentle taps sent ripples across his skin as he scooted back to where Alastor held out his arm, melting into his hold despite mourning the loss of Lucifer between his legs. “I’m quite enjoying your little unabashedly desperate display actually.” He hummed with the familiar indifference he often held even as he placed another gentle kiss to the side of Vox’s screen. 

Vox whined when Alastor traced over the gills on his neck, only stoking the fire beneath his skin that had been building from Lucifer’s teasing.

Well, it wasn’t exactly teasing, but Vox never claimed to be a patient man. Well, not when he meant it at least. 

He was careful when he turned to kiss Alastor, just to give himself something to do. It was much gentler than how he’d kissed Lucifer, but no less passionate still as Alastor placed fluttering kisses across Vox’s mouth. 

“Oh you two are a sight.” Lucifer practically purred, drawing his finger down the line of his chest, the feather light touch making him shiver. 

“You said you had a plan?” Vox teased, growing more impatient by the moment. An unspoken plea hidden behind a taunt. 

Lucifer simply crawled over him, bypassing him to give Alastor a similarly gentle kiss in vast contrast to how harshly he returned his knee against Vox. Bracing his hand against his chest. 

It was harsh, but Vox still bucked his hips into it, already desperate, accepting the slight pain alongside the pleasure. “Mmha- fuck.” He groaned. 

“So entirely impatient.” Alastor chastised his desperation, his tone only making Vox whine slightly. Alastor trailed his free hand across Lucifer’s chest. “Although Lucifer doesn’t seem to be fairing all that much better, he’s simply trying harder hmm?” He mused, speaking like it was simple gossip. 

Lucifer tried to repress a shiver as Alastor slipped his hand under his sweater, nudging it up slightly revealing porcelain skin. Lucifer took the hint, slipping out of his sweater and letting Alastor set it aside. 

“Decadent the two of you, really.” Alastor said, voice ever so slightly rough as he brushed a hand over Lucifer’s chest, careful as he passed over his waistband, fingers tracing ever so slightly over where he was already straining the fabric of his pants. 

With nothing to do but watch, Vox noticed the way his muscles tensed just slightly as he had to hold himself back from leaning into the light touch, the subtle catch in his breath. 

But Alastor pulled his hand away, choosing to go back to leaning against Vox, simply gesturing for them to continue instead. 

Vox hummed. “Luce…” He intoned, taking the upper hand when it was presented to him. “Come on now Lu.” He insisted after a moment when he didn’t take the bait, thumbing at his waistband. 

“Needy, needy.” Lucifer teased with a smile, leaning back down to kiss him, plastering his body against Vox’s in the process. “Well lucky you, I have what you need.” He felt him smile against his skin. 

“Yes you certainly do.” He allowed his hand to trail inward, all too carefully cupping his bulge between them. “Yes you do.” 

He felt more than saw Alastor roll his eyes at that exchange. 

Lucifer caught it though. “Shut up.” He insisted, pulling away from Vox just enough to place gentle kisses to his chest, gentle enough to make him shiver. 

“I didn’t say anything.” Alastor defended, still not without sass. 

“You’re being mean and it’s distracting.” Lucifer insisted, his slightly teasing tone muffled slightly against Vox’s skin. 

“Of course Sire, wouldn’t want to distract you.” Alastor feigned agreement, but there was a hint of bitterness that Vox safely filed under ‘If Alastor ever decides to talk about his fucking feelings.’ 

He turned to kiss Alastor again to try and fight whatever that bitterness was about, letting it be slow and gentle, even as Lucifer made him gasp as he moved his fluttering kisses downwards to the sensitive skin of his stomach. “Shit, Lucifer.” He huffed as Alastor tugged at the edge of his screen to pull him closer. 

He felt Lucifer smile against his skin as he ran his hands down his sides to slowly pull his pants off. Alastor held firm though, darting his tongue out to lick at Vox’s mouth with a kind of greed Vox wasn’t used to from him. 

Not that he was complaining, not in the slightest. 

By god he needs to get himself in check, his entire body felt like there was fire beneath his skin. He really could have sworn he didn’t used to be this sensitive. 

Lucifer hummed as he ran his thumbs slightly over his hips. “Always needy.” Vox could hear the smile in his voice even before he looked back to him. 

He had to admire just how pretty Lucifer looked there between his thighs, something determined about his expression. 

“You keep saying that and then not doing anything about it.” Vox teased despite how tense his voice was. 

“Fuck!” Even though he had taunted him into it, Vox practically jolted when Lucifer dragged his tongue up his slit, stopping to let his dick rest on his tongue for a moment, placing a gentle kiss to it before he pulled back. “Lucifer…” He complained indignantly, his entire body twitching. 

But Lucifer just smiled back at him, “You’re glowing.” He teased, moving his kisses back up Vox’s body. 

“Lucifer.” He nearly whined. The kisses were a bit more hurried, what were once fluttering passes were now much more bold. Not rushed but simply more eager, enough so that he felt Lucifer’s teeth brush against his skin a few times, leaving wet marks on his chest as he went. 

“You’re so easy to work up.” Alastor commented with an amused hum. 

Lucifer was careful as he gave Alastor a gentle kiss, even though it meant he had to hover over Vox to do it. 

Alastor hummed as Lucifer pulled away, something about the way he swiped at his lips with his tongue made Vox’s breath catch. “Quite… acidic.” He commented. Vox couldn’t really tell if his screen lit up because he was embarrassed at the cavalier comment or turned on. 

Could be both, could always be both. 

“Fuck.” He breathed, not bothering to try and come up with something else as he dragged his hand across Lucifer’s back and leaning more against Alastor. He shivered a little when Alastor absently traced circles onto his skin. But Vox kept his eyes on Lucifer as he dragged himself back down Vox’s body, carefully pushing his legs where he wanted them. 

Vox jolted again as Lucifer pushed against him. When did he take his pants off? He probably just snapped them away, stupid unfair magical fucker. Heh, literally. 

Before he could even try to formulate some kind of sarcastic comment, Lucifer slotted his cock against Vox’s, the warmth of his skin nearly searing. He felt Lucifer’s grip on his thighs tense as he gasped slightly. 

Vox couldn’t bother to be a little embarrassed at just how wet he was against Lucifer. Because seriously, this was just starting to be sad at this point. He watched as even with the quick contact Lucifer’s dick glistened with it. Alastor was right, he really was easy to work up. Because fuck. 

“Ah, shit.” Vox moaned when Lucifer tilted his hips forward, just grinding against him- something that was far too easy thanks to how desperately wet Vox was. He needed to stop harping on that. “That’s- that’s good.” He huffed, pushing himself further into the touch, but Lucifer shifted his grip to push Vox back down, even through his own huffed moans. 

“Stay.” He huffed, voice already rough. It made Vox feel a little better to know Lucifer was just as affected. Just as needy. 

He briefly contemplated trying to push against Lucifer’s hold just for a bit of fun, but all real thoughts went out of the window when Lucifer thrust against him again, brushing against his dick directly. “Fuck!” He cried, glitching slightly as he tilted his head back. “Yeah,” He huffed as Lucifer did it again. 

There was something about Alastor’s ever so slightly amused hum that made his dick twitch. Fuck.

“Fuck Lu,” He huffed in response to Lucifer’s own unsteady moans, carefully drawing his hand up Lucifer’s back. God what a sound. “The fucking sounds you make- you’re so fucking hot Lu.” 

“Mhm- ha- Vox-” The intensity in Lucifer’s eyes made Vox twitch under the attention. Having all his focus on him was unbelievably hot, not to even mention the way he said his name. 

Vox nodded, pulling Lucifer closer. “Come on Lu, fuck me. Fuck, more.” He huffed. “Thought this was about getting inside me.” He taunted. 

“Needy, needy.” Alastor chastised sing-songingly, still tracing gentle shapes against Vox’s shoulder. His trailing touch still buzzing against his skin. 

“It’s cute.” Lucifer insisted, even out of breath. 

“Come on.” Vox wasn’t patient by any means of the word. Not with how he’s constantly a live wire. Quite literally sometimes. 

Even if the way Lucifer talked to Alastor about him like he wasn’t even there made his breath catch. Just a little. He wasn’t going to think about that. 

He would say the fact that Lucifer indulged him was because of his demands but he knew well enough they were more likely despite them. 

His fingers twitched against Lucifer’s skin as he adjusted just carefully enough. He was slow to push in, letting Vox adjust probably. But Vox liked the stretch. Too slow for him. He tried to tilt his hips up into it but Lucifer held firm, keeping him down. 

There was still a sense of anticipation to it that had his muscles drawn tense.

“Lu,” He pleaded, but Lucifer stayed slow until their hips met, and stopped once he did. “Fuck.” He sighed, letting himself melt back against Alastor as he adjusted. “Fuck.” 

Lucifer leaned back down, placing just a few more kisses to Vox’s chest. His breath was warm against his skin as he breathed heavily through gentle sounds, dragging the hand that had been holding Vox downwards to stroke at his dick with his thumb. 

“Lucifer.” He gasped. “Come on, fucking hell.” 

“You are so incredibly impatient.” Alastor taunted again, leaning in to kiss Vox’s shoulder, his lips almost ticklish against his skin. He shuttered completely. 

“Always have been.” Vox agreed. 

“Can’t even savor the moment.” He tisked. “I would say it would do you well to take after Lucifer but one look at him tells me his patience isn’t patience in the least.” Alastor’s smug and somewhat condescending tone just made Vox let out a shuttering breath. 

He was not, in any way, going to analyze why that turned him on as much as he did. Or the fact that it always had. And he most definitely didn’t desperately want to ask him to keep doing it. And direct it back at him. Or anything like that. He’d probably do it anyways and save him the trouble but that was completely incidental.  

The way that Lucifer ignored Alastor seemed intentional as he slowly pulled back. Slowly again. With the prettiest noises if Vox were to say. 

And he would. “You sound so-” Whatever he had to say next came out as a strangled shout instead when Lucifer shoved back into him. That was also intentional. He was careful even with force. Managing to hit the spot that was unreasonably sensitive. Well, at least he’d try to say. 

Everything seemed to melt then. Between Lucifer’s entirely unfairly skillful fucking and the way Alastor held him he blanked out for a moment. 

“Fuck- fuck- just like that- Lucifer- oh holy mother of fuck.” He rambled, tingling static running deep through his body. 

He distantly realised that somehow, this was exactly where Vox wanted to be. Here. Between Alastor and Lucifer. It made some kind of warmth bloom in him.

God, he was getting all sappy in the middle of sex? What in hell had Lucifer done to him? Yeah, he’s blaming him. Wow. 

He trailed his free hand down Alastor’s arm, intending to- to do something. He didn’t have the full brainpower at the moment. Not with Lucifer fucking him the way he was. But Alastor caught his hand, not unkindly though, he gently intertwined their fingers and held him tightly. 

And that really got to him in a way he didn’t exactly want to admit. Because, he was in fact still trying to deny all of this fluffy feely shit. He doesn’t know how long he can do that for but god damn he was going to try. 

He squeezed Alatstor’s hand in return. “F-f-ff-uck.” He glitched, his muscles tensing. Because fuck everything Lucifer did was with unreasonable precision, careful and steady. Even as Vox admired the careful focus on his face and the sweat that beaded on his chest and neck. 

The careful thumb that stroked his dick, the way every thrust was calculated just right. Really he had to admire it. 

Just, maybe later. When he wasn’t busy nearly crashing around Lucifer’s cock. “Fuck, Lucifer! Shit-” He sobbed. His body drawn taut. 

Lucifer was careful to pull back when Vox’s twitching slowed down. “Wait.” Vox breathed, using a leg to stop him. “Not- just give me a second.” He panted, keeping Lucifer where he was. He took a few deep breaths, feeling himself clench around Lucifer. “Fuck.” he sighed, his voice rough. 

“Okay...” Lucifer stayed, running his hands gently over Vox’s thighs. 

“Doing well?” Alastor hummed gently. Vox nodded. 

Vox ran the hand he had on Lucifer’s back up to thread it through his hair and tug him to his chest. “Okay.” He said with a bit of a whine. “Okay.” He repeated. 

Lucifer looked up at him, eyes wide and almost pleading. Almost. 

“Lucifer.” He encouraged. He drew a shuttering gasp as Lucifer pulled back. He was still sensitive, but it felt good. “Fuck.” He gripped Lucifer’s hair a little harder, enjoying the hissing whine he let out. 

Alastor hummed, leaning more against Vox. “Aren’t you such a good boy Vox?” He cooed, kissing his shoulder. “What a good boy to keep going for Lucifer.” Vox let what absolutely wasn’t a whimper at that. Fuck. 

“Alastor.” He whined, shuttering. “You can’t- fuck.” He moaned. 

“Can’t I now?” He taunted, dragging his teeth over Vox’s skin. “The way you react tells me you quite enjoy when I praise you. Are you telling me you don’t?” He was teasing, taunting. 

“That’s not-” He gasped. “Not the- fuck.” 

“Vox.” Lucifer panted. “Hah- ah- shit, shit.” He gasped, the steady pace he’d set faltering as he came, carefully melting in Vox’s arms- well, arm, his other was still held gently by Alastor. 

Alastor. Who hadn’t really been all that involved. He’d actually stopped Vox from doing anything. 

“Al?” He asked, turning to him and loosening his grip on Alastor’s hand to reach for his thigh. 

But Alastor’s grip tightened, pulling his hand up to place a gentle kiss to the back of his hand. “I am quite well Vox.” He told him. 

“Are you sure?” Vox asked. 

“I’ve had my fun love, don’t worry.” He insisted, placing another kiss to his hand. 

Lucifer moved down his body slowly, ever so carefully placing himself back between Vox’s thighs. 

“Vox.” He hummed, hands running down Vox’s thighs. 

He was careful as he gently took Vox’s dick into his mouth, even as Vox jolted with the sensitivity. “Shit.” Vox huffed. Lucifer’s movements were slow and thoughtful, careful as he ever so gently bobbed his head, tugging gently in a way that sent shocks through his body. “Fuck!” He sobbed. “Lucifer- it’s- oh fuck.” Oh Lucifer was a sight to behold like this. 

Lucifer held his gaze, even while his mouth was occupied what would be a smug grin seemed to dance in his eyes. 

It was Lucifer’s restrained chuckle at his current state that really sent him over the edge, a shaking, twitching mess. He’d be crying if he had tear ducts. 

He sighed, heavy and exhausted. “Holy fuck.” He said finally. 

“I can’t make the same shitty joke twice but just know I’m thinking it.” Lucifer told him. 

“And I hate you for that.” Vox said, teasing. “Would you uh- do the thing?” He gestured vaguely. Wow his brain really was a bit scrambled. 

But Lucifer nodded, waving away the mess and placing another kiss to the inside of his thigh before slipping away. 

Vox let himself lean fully against Alastor, and when Lucifer curled up against him like he usually did, Vox was sure. This was exactly where Vox wanted to be.

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 *Gritting my teeth while I write Vox’s dialogue* “He needs to be more cringe… he needs to be more cringe… it’s okayyyyy… he needs to be cringeee…” Then I still don’t write him cringe enough. 

A lot of this is me trying to differentiate Lucifer and Vox’s speech patterns honestly. Alas I may be taking a little time away, writer's block has gotten the best of me and the obligation of this series has kinda been eating me? We’ll see what happens though, I can never predict myself really. Who fucking knows. Not me!

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Pairing - Vox/Lucifer

Wing Grooming, Wing Kink, Communication, Denial of Feelings, Hand Jobs, Porn with Feelings, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Past Lilith Morningstar/Lucifer Morningstar, Mentioned Lilith, Miscommunication, for a moment, Vox is Bad at Feelings, Vox Tries.

Wordcount : 5,819

Vox obsessed. That’s what he did.  He didn’t do things halfway, he never had.  And now there was a new thing for him to obsess over. Lucifer.  He knows it’s not normal, and is kind of insane. And he’s aware that it’s absurd that he’s obsessing over Lucifer while still attempting to not deal with his actual feelings for him.  Being aware that something’s absurd doesn’t make it any easier to understand however.  What he did not do though, was emotions. //We had to address the wedding ring in the room at some point. Communication!! Oh, and wing preening. That too.

// This is was supposed to be shorter than it ended up being but you know what fuck it we ball. Did I mention this was supposed to be a radiostatic ONESHOT? Now we're here and I’m starting to get way too into staticapple. Damn. 

I also can’t believe it’s been THREE MONTHS since I started this series! Four if you count how long it took me to write the first one! Insane. Time is scary guys. 

Vox slowly allowing himself to give in to his obsessive tendencies and resisting it not because he doesn’t want to be obsessive and unhealthy but because he doesn’t want to feel. Very healthy Vox, how’s that going for you bud?

Also! Happy Valentine's guys! What timing on my part huh? This was totally planned and NOT me fighting burnout tooth and nail for the last two weeks! < (He lies)

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Vox knew that he was in too deep. He’d fallen in love with Lucifer despite himself. Like a fucking idiot. 

He knew his somewhat obsessive habits were… bad. He’d practically stalked Alastor for seventy years because he was obsessing. He knew that wasn’t normal. Or healthy. But it was the way that he was, and he wasn’t exactly in the market for changing as a person. So that’s how he showed affection! What of it? 

And of course, now he had another person to be completely normal about.

And that’s why he had taken the day off to research everything possible about any of Lucifer’s physical features to put together a general idea of his physiology.

Okay that part might not all be about Lucifer and more about the fact that he got a little too interested in Biology and when he started researching something he would learn everything he could about it. 

That was caused by a whole other mental problem though and was not the point. The fact that he read an entire scientific textbook on worms for fun when he was a teenager had nothing to do with his obsessive attachment tendencies. 

Or maybe it did actually- he didn’t know, he certainly wasn’t a fucking phycologist. 

But all that was to say that after a few hours Vox knew all the internet had to tell him about hellborns with prehensile tails and sinners with wings because that was as close as he could get on that front. 

Turns out their tails actually aren’t vertebrae after the first few past the tailbone! Their structure is more like… a big fucked up finger with way too many joints. Fascinating! Something he probably could have guessed considering thats how fucking tails work.

It didn’t stop him from conjuring the horrific image of a hand with creepy long fingers with a dozen knuckles. 

Lovely. Isn’t that fun? 

He had forgotten how tails work. Maybe he should kill himself.

Not important.

Thanks to the fact that he was still part machine, he could essentially download information instead of just reading it, so learning all this was actually pretty fast. 

That being said, he ended up in Alastor’s room significantly earlier than he usually did. 

And apparently surprised Lucifer with that. 

“What’s…” Vox trailed off at the sight in front of him. 

Lucifer’s wings were sprawled out behind him where he sat on the floor, red and white feathers scattered across the floor as he carded a hand through one of his lower wings. Well would you look at that timing. 

“All this?” He asked, tilting his head. 

Lucifer startled, feathers literally ruffling in a way Vox hated to admit he found cute. He was earlier than he usually was, but even then he usually ended up in Alastor’s room first with Alastor and Lucifer working at the hotel. “Oh! Uh, Vox. Hello.” He said, face flushing gold. 

“Hello?” He asked with a bit of a laugh. 

“You’re- done with work early.” Lucifer said, brushing the feathers on the floor into a pile with his tail. “What uh, happened?” He said, seemingly embarrassed. If he was embarrassed about this, why do it in what was basically a common area? That’s what Alastor’s room had become at this point really. 

“I mean I’m done with work whenever I want to be Lu.” He postured. “I got bored.” He admitted with a smile. “Need some help there?” He asked, leaning over where Lucifer sat on the floor somewhat condescendingly. 

Lucifer looked up at him, eyes wide. “I uh, I couldn’t ask that- I ha! Uh-” Vox tilted his head. 

It’s clear he was struggling to reach the back of his wings. 

“Are you sure?” He teased. “Cause’ it looks to me that you do- but what do I know right?” He grinned,

Lucifer fidgeted. “It’s ha!” He sighed. “It’s very…” Vox watched him set his jaw, thinking. “Yeah. Sure. That would uh, be nice.” He said with a slight smile, offering Vox the spray bottle that sat beside him. “Just uh- be… it’s a very- haha! Wings are- I wouldn’t- Just be careful.” He practically pleaded.

“Got it. Careful.” He said with a grin, taking the bottle and moving to sit behind him. “So, where’s Alastor?” He regretted the question instantly when he saw Lucifer flinch. “Not that I need him around to spend time with you! Just wondering since, you know- this is still technically his room.” He said, aiming for damage control as he sprayed his hands with water to dampen them.

“I’m not actually sure.” Lucifer admitted. “I… think he went to speak to Rosie?” He told him as Vox gently straightened a few feathers.

Vox hummed. That… Did that make sense? Roise was the one who owned his soul to begin with wasn’t she? They had always seemed close, if that was despite the soul contract or because of it he couldn’t say. 

What would they have to talk about? 

They were quiet as Vox worked carefully on his wings, gently pinching at the base of loose feathers to tug them out and straightening skewed ones. Lucifer’s tail had wrapped around his leg at some point. 

It was actually a comfortable quiet shockingly enough, only broken up by the occasional little chirp from Lucifer when he got closer to the actual joints of his wings, touching the softer feathers there.

He did actually know what he was doing believe it or not. He actually did a bit of research on winged sinners over the last week, just to cover all his bases. 

Okay it may have actually been today. After last night. That may have been what he was doing instead of work. Because he’d accepted he was into Lucifer. And started obsessing. 

Because that was what he did. He obsessed. 

Vox focused on the larger feathers on the outer parts of Lucifer’s wings. He knew that the softer feathers closer to the actual joints of the wings were more sensitive so he was saving those till he had finished with the rest- partly so he could get through all six wings without either of them getting distracted.

He knew that they were sensitive, but Lucifer didn’t need to know that he knew that. With how vague Lucifer had been Vox could guess he might not want him to know that. He seemed… embarrassed. Truly he was too easy to fluster, Vox would say maybe even easier than he was. 

But he did know that. 

And unless Lucifer had a problem with it he planned to have at least a bit of fun with that. 

Vox carefully ran a hand over the shoulder joints of one of the wings, wondering how the shoulders worked with this many wings. 

Lucifer let out a slightly louder chirp when he brushed over some of the more downy feathers near his spine. 

Vox chuckled a little at that. A cute noise for the king of hell to make- but he was careful to pull back from the sensitive area to avoid distraction. 

“Curious aren’t you?” Lucifer chirped when he noticed Vox trying to map out the bones of his wings. 

“Yeah uh,” He could be a bit more vulnerable, this was vulnerable for Lucifer after all. “When I was little I wanted to be a biologist.” He admitted, running his hand through the feathers of Lucifer’s wing. “I mean, it didn’t work out because it was the time that it was and I was- you know.” He said. He actually didn’t know if Lucifer really knew about why that wouldn’t have worked out for him, it’d only been brought up vaguely a few times. It wasn’t that he cared if Lucifer knew, he just didn’t like talking about it- it was one of those things that always got weird to talk about, and he wasn’t really used to talking about it either considering it wasn’t exactly something he wanted to get out. 

But Lucifer nodded. “Marine biology?” He asked. Vox smiled, gently scratching his feathers. 

“That’s what got me into it.” He agreed. “But it’s all interesting to me, always has been.” 

Lucifer nodded. “Never would have taken you for the science type before.” He commented as Vox wiped the dirt from his claws. 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked teasingly. “Just because I’m a charming star I can’t have my own hobbies?” 

Lucifer laughed gently. “No, I just would have thought you’d be more on- yknow’ the electrical engineering side if I were to guess.” 

Vox scoffed playfully. “Well now that’s just profiling.” He insisted, even though he was right, that was actually a newer development.  

“You run a tech company!” Lucifer defended. 

“Details, details.” Vox insisted. As he worked, Vox separated the shed feathers into piles by color, not something he really noticed himself doing but he did it nonetheless. “I’ll have you know I am a man of many talents.” 

“I’m sure.” He teased. 

Vox noticed Lucifer fidgeting with his ring as he moved on to his fourth wing, the last one he could get to on his back before they’d have to improvise for the middle ones. Lucifer was spinning it on his finger with a bit of a sad look. 

“You uh…” It still got a bit weird, talking to him without Alastor as a buffer. “You… okay?” He asked. Lucifer’s wing twitched under his hand at the question. 

“Oh, yeah… fine…” He said. “Just… this is the first time I’ve had someone else do this since… you know.” His voice was quiet. “Lilly used to always do this for me before… before she left.” He admitted. Vox just nodded. “She left.” He repeated, seeming to be talking more to himself than to Vox. 

“Can I… why do you still wear your ring?” Vox asked, running his claws along the backs of the larger feathers. It was something he’d wondered since he noticed it. 

Lucifer froze. “I- I don’t know.” He admitted. “Some way of… holding on I guess. I mean, I’ve been wearing it for… thousands of years now.” He said, hesitating. “It’s not like… I mean, I’m happy right now- wi-with you- and Alastor. But I think part of me is still holding on to her. Some… delusional hope that she’ll come back.” He laughed sadly. “To me. To Charlie. I… But I don’t even know what I’d do if she did honestly.” He admitted.

Vox nodded. “I… I know what that’s like.” He sighed. Part of him hated talking about Alastor like that, but he had left him. He did. No matter how he may try to twist it. Even if he did come back. 

Everything he did, he still did it. He might be trying to fix it- if that’s what he was doing- but he still did what he did. They can’t change the past. Any of their pasts. 

He tried to ignore the pain Alastor had caused him, but it was still there. Festering beneath the surface. 

Lucifer just sniffled a little as Vox readjusted a feather. “But he came back for you.” He said, voice cracking. “She’s… She’s not coming back.” He said, shaking his head. There was a sad realization in the words, like it was the first time he’d said them out loud. Like he was accepting it for the first time. 

“I’m… sorry.” Vox said, words foreign in his mouth. He was trying new things. He trailed over the top of the wing he’d been working on, cradling it gently in his hands. “She has no idea what she left behind.” He told him. He wasn’t used to this, but… it wasn’t bad. “And now, you have Al and I, so even if she figures out what she left behind she’s not getting you back. You’re stuck with us forever now.” He said with a grin. 

Lucifer let out a weak laugh. Not quite something happy but it was better than the spiral he’d been going down.

They were quiet for a moment while Vox finished up the bigger feathers of this last wing. 

“I mean, I’d be one thing if she just left me, you know? But she left Charlie too.” He said quietly. “I get why she left me, she had- fuck- she had so many reasons to leave me.” He said, voice cracking again as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “But I can’t even really be mad at her for that can I? I mean, I left her too.” He put his head in his hands. And we’re backsliding.

Vox shifted so he was able to look at him. “You came back for her though.” He said gently, carefully tugging Lucifer’s hands from his face so he could look at him. He was kind of shit at all this emotions stuff but he could try! He… wanted to try. Okay, nope, deal with that later. “I can see how much you care about her Lu.” He let his voice fall into something softer than he would usually allow. “You came back when she needed you. That matters.” He told him. “That matters.” He insisted. 

“Yeah,” He scoffed. “After disappearing for nearly decades. But I came back.” He looked away, gritting his teeth. 

Lilith didn’t. Vox stopped himself from adding, he wasn’t sure if placing extra blame on Lilith would be helpful here. He wanted to put her down to try to bring Lucifer up- because that’s how he usually did things, be better than someone else and make himself feel better by putting others down. But it was clear that Lucifer still cared about Lilith in some capacity. No matter how much Vox hated that. 

Why… Why did he hate that? Of course he cared about Lilith, hell- Vox had used that against him! So why did that leave a bitter taste in his mouth to recognise?

He added a small feather to the white pile.

He was jealous. It was that. Why the fuck was he jealous? Jealous of Lucifer’s absent wife. Great job. Fucking hell man. That was so fucking stupid.

Vox squeezed his hands once before letting go to move to his inner left wing. “By your own logic, coming back is important.” He said, pushing through his own emotions to deal with Lucifer. “You have to apply that to yourself, double standards Lucifer.” He chastised gently, tapping his wing playfully. 

Lucifer shook his head. “That’s not-” 

“Nope.” Vox stopped him. “Nah-uh, You came back for her. That matters.” The way he said it was dismissive, but he really was trying to help.

This still wasn’t his thing. Really. He was in no way qualified to deal with this. 

He added another feather to the red pile. 

“Fine.” Lucifer said, clearly not convinced, but letting it go. Vox would let it go too. He wasn’t at all qualified or in the mood to handle this. And never would be, for the record. 

Still, there was a far too genuine and unwelcome tightening in his chest at the tears he saw Lucifer brush away, not missing the way his wedding ring caught the light as he did- and that was a whole other feeling he really didn’t enjoy. 

He soothed his hand over the large feathers of his wing, shielding his screen from Lucifer’s view. 

He really needed to stop… stop something. Whatever he was doing. Feeling? That. Stop… doing that.

Or he could deal with it. That’s the mature thing to do. 

So he’d probably do… not that. 

When he went to move over to the last remaining wing, but was stopped by Lucifer’s tail still around his leg. 

“Oh,” Lucifer cleared his throat. “Sorry.” He unwrapped his tail from Vox’s leg. 

Vox smiled a little. “It’s cute.” He tapped Lucifer on what he was pretty sure classified as his nose, watching him blush. 

“Shut up V.” Lucifer huffed, turning away from Vox so he could look at the inner wing Vox had been working on. “You’re… actually quite good at this.” Lucifer said, the wing.

“Well I do like to think I’m quite good with my hands.” Vox said with an exaggerated wink, pretending he wasn’t inwardly rejoicing at the praise. 

Lucifer scoffed a laugh. “I’m not going to say you’re wrong but also, shut up.” He said through a laugh. 

“I’m simply glad you find my work satisfactory your majesty.” Vox teased, taking note of how Lucifer’s wing twitched.

“You- really need to stop calling me that.” He said, looking away. 

“Do I?” Vox asked, aligning a skewed feather. “Because you practically start glowing when I do.” He teased.

Lucifer just sighed, but it was still somewhat fond, a slight chuckle hidden beneath it. 

Vox focused on Lucifer’s wing to try to avoid thinking about how much he enjoyed hearing that gentle joy from him, dragging his claws through his feathers carefully. 

This seemed so… domestic. Gentle. 

And he liked it. 

For some reason, he liked it. 

Whatever. 

He’s normal about that. 

“Okay,” Vox said. “Is that all good?” He asked, pulling away. 

He inwardly cringed at how softly he asked, and the fact that he actually cared. 

Lucifer examined the wing. “The uh, for the most part.” He said. “Just the ones on my back left.” He said. “But you- I know you were avoiding them probably uh, for a reason.” Lucifer tapped on his knee, alternating between his fingers. “Cause’ uh- Alastor’s not here and-” Vox surged forward, dragging Lucifer into a kiss by his neck to shut him up, breathless and passionate as he rested his hands on the soft skin of Lucifer’s chest, barely stopping himself from placing his weight on the king’s small frame. 

“I was avoiding them because I wanted to be able to focus.” He breathed against Lucifer’s mouth, before kissing him again. “I said I would preen your wings, so I did that. Now however…” He told him, leaning back with a grin. 

Lucifer tilted his head at him. “I-” Somehow his already always wide eyes were wider than ever, face glowing gold. 

Vox froze for a moment. Oh shit. “I read this wrong didn’t I?” He asked, completely pulling away. Shit, shit, shit, shit- “I- damnit, you know what? Don’t say anything, I’m just gonna go and we never have to talk about this ever again.” He said, wiping his hands on his pants. His chest still tightened in something akin to panic despite his projected indifference. 

He’d royally fucked this up- literally, as if now were the time for overly appropriate empahsas words. He’s so fucked. Fuck. Now things were gonna be awkward- and that’s best case scenario. If he didn’t permanently fuck this whole thing up forever. 

Lucifer wrapped his tail around Vox’s wrist as he tried to pull away. “Vox.” He growled, red flashing in his eyes. That’s hot- no bad timing. “Would you stop being stupid for one second? There’s only enough room for one of us to be as stupid as we are, I think Alastor would say something like that.” He sighed, shaking his head. “The two of us have been running circles around each other too scared to do anything but while we’re being honest I’m tired of it.” He tugged on his wrist. “I want this, you clearly want this and I think it’s pretty simple.” He hissed. “Now unless there’s a problem here, I’d like you to finish up my wings and we’ll see what happens then, is that clear?” Despite his almost predatory smile, Vox could see the faux confidence he was hiding behind, it was easy to see when he was doing the same. 

However that didn’t make the way he told him what to do and the show of power any less hot. Didn’t mean that there wasn’t a flare of heat beneath Vox’s skin. 

That alongside the memory of last night certainly made for some interesting feelings. 

Mostly horny. A lot of that. Still entangled with the resigual panic of worrying that he’d fucked up big time but still, a lot of horny. Saving that for later. 

He’d never particularly been into being ordered around before- but he wasn’t going to look too closely at when or why that had changed. 

Vox’s eyes flitted to the tightly wrapped tail around his wrist, trailing a claw over it gently. “Yes sir.” He said through the lump in his throat. He knew what he wanted, it was new but certainly not unwelcome. Even if Lucifer clearly wasn’t used to it. “Bed?” He asked, pointing awkwardly. 

Vox could practically feel the way they both radiated overly false confidence but he wasn’t going to point it out if Lucifer wasn’t. 

“Uh, yeah. Yeah.” He nodded, not letting go of Vox’s arm as he stood. 

The once comfortable silence had turned tense, both of them seemingly just waiting for the moment to shatter and everything to collapse around them. Without Alastor as a buffer they were really both scrambling messes. 

Vox could see it in Lucifer’s movements because he knew it all too well. 

Usually, he’d slip back into his usual persona, part of his mind screaming at him to take control of the situation and stop being an emotional idiot. But that just… didn’t seem right for the moment. He could pretend all he liked, he still was afraid to ruin this. 

“Now, feathers.” Lucifer demanded as he sat on the edge of the bed. He didn’t actually mind letting Lucifer take control here. Weird. 

“If you insist.” He teased. He could do that much. 

He went to kneel behind Lucifer on the bed, putting his hand over Lucifer’s back and resting it there gently. 

He was careful as he dragged his hand through the soft feathers that lined it, humming when Lucifer leaned back into his hand. 

The feathers on his back were indescribably soft in a way that shouldn’t be possible, shed feathers sticking to his still damp hands as he pet down his back. 

Lucifer practically melted under his touch, gentle sounds escaping him as Vox worked. 

Something about making Lucifer melt so softly in his hands was calming in a way. Leaning back against Vox like he was the only thing keeping him together. 

“So eager to follow orders aren’t you?” Lucifer noted shakily, Vox could basically see the ideas floating around his head when he said it. 

“Maybe.” He admitted. He wasn’t usually actually, but he somehow found it less embarrassing to just agree than admit that he was only like this for him and Alastor. 

He ran his hand down the feathers that lined his spine, watching Lucifer shiver beneath him with a shuttering breath. “Is that good?” He purred, voice low as he pet down the soft feathers again. 

Where Lucifer had once melted he went rigid against Vox’s touch, already twitching in his hands and only responding with a shaky moan that sent heat rushing through Vox’s body.

“Pretty noises Lu.” He teased, his voice coming out filtered while he scratched through soft feathers. 

“Vox.” He whined. 

“Yeah?” He asked. 

Lucifer only whined. 

“I knew wings were sensitive but this.” He prodded, trailing his hands gently over his wings. “If I thought you were easy to rile up before-” He grinned, pushing his thumbs against the joints of his top wings, earning him a tea kettle whine in response. His own breath was ragged on hearing that, the sound was enough to have him worked up all on it’s own. 

Vox hummed, partly to conceal the gasp he couldn’t bite down. “You should really see yourself sunshine, all worked up from me just preening your wings.” He cooed, trying out the fitting nickname. “Fucking adorable really.” 

“I- I’m not cute.” Lucifer hissed with no real bite behind the words. 

“Cute was your word, not mine.” Vox countered, petting down his soft feathers. “I said adorable. Which you are.” 

“Vox I swear-” Lucifer was cut off by a sharp breath when Vox pet down his spine again. 

“What?” Vox teased. “Were you saying something?” He purred, fanning his hands out through his feathers and leaning over him to look at him properly.

Lucifer retaliated by smacking him with his tail. Fair enough.

“Shame I can’t really reach to touch you like this.” He noted, burying his hands into Lucifer’s feathers and leaning in next to his ear, his hair brushing his screen softly. “You’ll have to do that yourself, but you can do that can’t you Lu?” He felt Lucifer’s feathers ruffle beneath his hands, pointed ear twitching when his breath hit it. 

“Hah- ha- yeah.” Lucifer breathed, letting out a gentle squeak when Vox ran his tongue along the back of his neck, leaving a buzzing trail where he touched. “Oh- oh boy- ah-” 

“And you say you’re not cute.” Vox muttered against his skin, gently nipping at it. 

“Fuck.” Lucifer’s fingers twitched where he gripped his pants, hands resting on already trembling thighs. 

“Oh Lucifer, go on.” He encouraged, watching Lucifer shutter at his breath against sensitive skin. “No need to stop yourself, let me see you won’t you?” He cooed, tracing gentle circles into the delicate feathers of Lucifer’s back as he licked at his neck again.  

“That-” He huffed a breathy laugh that ended in a slight whine. “Your tongue tingles.” He said breathlessly, slowly trailing his hands up his thighs. 

“Mhm.” Vox agreed, watching his movements closely as he slipped a hand into his pants, listening to him take a shaky gasp at the touch. “Let me see you sunshine.” Vox whispered, focusing on the feeling of Lucifer’s feathers beneath his fingers to distract from how his own blood boiled beneath his skin. 

His eyes were drawn to where slick beaded on his golden flushed tip as Lucifer carefully pulled himself from his pants. He wished he could lick it clean, but instead he mouthed at Lucifer’s neck since the position wouldn’t allow that, moaning against his skin at the sight of Lucifer’s gentle movements and soft moans as he stroked himself. 

“You’re so fucking pretty.” Vox said, voice low and rough. He could feel his own dick twitch in his pants as he nipped at Lucifer’s skin. Fuck he was so hard. He gently rolled his hips down on the bed mindlessly for some slight relief, breathing shakily as he continued to trace those soft shapes into Lucifer’s soft feathers. 

“Oh-” Lucifer threw his head back, hitting Vox’s screen in the process when Vox grazed over the joint of his wing. Fuck. Vox carefully did it again, repeating it on the other side too and getting the same reaction as Lucifer’s gentle sounds evolved to outright moans. 

“So sensitive." Vox grinned as he drew more noises from the king, pulling the skin of Lucifer’s neck into his mouth ever so gently. 

“Keep doing that.” Lucifer huffed. 

“How could I stop when you sound like that?” Vox asked rhetorically, returning to Lucifer’s neck to pull another squeak from him. 

Even without Lucifer actually touching him, Vox’s body felt like a live wire, all his muscles drawn tense at just his noises and watching him get off. 

Was that sad? No, no, that’s actually extremely understandable, Lucifer wasn’t the original temptation for nothing. Anyone would be desperately horny when presented with such a sight, regardless of their emotional connection to the king. 

Yeah he was still trying to deny that. Failing horribly but he can try his best. 

“I am- so fucking hard right now.” Vox admitted, earning a huffed laugh from Lucifer. 

“Th…anks?” Lucifer responded, a lovely shaky breath falling from his lips. “Shit.” Fuck Vox was going to lose his damn mind. “Mmh- ah!” Lucifer cried, wings flaring as he came. 

Vox was careful not to stop his gentle massaging of the base of his wings as Lucifer went limp in his arms, falling back against him. 

“Well that was quite the show my king.” Vox purred. A few ideas coming to mind about how they could include Alastor in this little endeavor next time Lucifer needed to preen his wings. With how sensitive they were there was no way Vox would be letting this go. Not after the chirping moans he’d been treated too. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.” Lucifer said, voice a bit scratchy as he waved away the mess, turning in Vox’s arms and placed his hands on the sides of his chest. “And you’re lucky you’re good at that.” He told him, pushing Vox back with surprising force to kiss him. 

It was not at all comfortable being pinned to the bed like this with his legs under him, but he endured for a moment to indulge in the kiss before having to pull away to re-adjust. “Let me-” He huffed, shifting so he was sitting more properly, not that it lasted long when Lucifer pushed him back down to kiss him again.

Despite the aggressive way Lucifer maneuvered him, the kiss itself was somewhat gentle- heated yes- but it was also almost tender in a way Vox could lose himself in. 

It was kind. That’s what it was. And he accepted that kindness in a way he hadn’t in a long time. 

When Lucifer pulled back, he was breathless, leaving his taste lingering on Vox’s tongue even once he was gone, pulling away and slipping off the bed to kneel in front of Vox. 

“Shit.” Vox muttered. Lucifer said nothing as he dragged his hands across Vox’s thighs, looking determined in an almost worrying way. 

He didn’t take his eyes off of Vox as he pushed his shirt up to nip at Vox’s hips teasingly even as his shoulder rested ever so gently against Vox’s ignored erection. He was going to kill himself damnit. 

“Lucifer.” He whined far too desperately. “Come on.” He insisted. Mercifully, Lucifer didn’t tease longer, moving to unbutton his pants in all his benevolence.   

Lucifer carefully ran his hand up his length once he was tugged loose, his touch gentle enough to drive Vox crazy- crazier than he already was. Carefully brushing his thumb over his leaking tip to spread the precome over him before gently- so gently- running his tongue up it with a far too smug smile as he carefully guided Vox’s hand to his hair with his free hand as he mouthed gently at his cock.  

Vox seized the opportunity, grasping at his hair enough to tug slightly, watching Lucifer’s wings puff out before letting go again to just rest his hand in his hair. “You like that?” He asked, voice low and filtered. 

Lucifer’s hum of affirmation vibrated through his body, drawing a low groan from him, and another slight chuckle from Lucifer did the same. 

“Come on,” He repeated, tugging Lucifer’s hair ever so gently to guide him. 

“So impatient, a mortal flaw I tell you.” Lucifer chastised, breath sensitive against wet skin. 

Still, he carefully swirled that deft tongue over his tip, careful and exacting. 

“Holy fuck yeah,” Vox huffed as Lucifer slowly worked him into his mouth. 

The way Lucifer used his mouth was- it felt heavenly was the best way to describe it.

That was probably some kind of blasphemy though wasn’t it? At least somewhat. 

Who was he kidding, he was a cult leader- no, it wasn’t a cult- who claimed godhood, it was probably a little late to be worried about blasphemy.

“Fuck Lu, you’re fucking- holy s-ss-” He huffed out, grasping for words as he glitched. 

Lucifer pulled back only for a moment, “Oh trust me V,” He said, voice rough. “I’m far from holy.” He said with a grin before taking Vox back into his mouth smoothly. 

“Fuck!” He cried, he’d been way too worked up by all this. “Fuck, you look so f-fucking good like this, yo-u-u’re too good at th-this,” He glitched through rambling as Lucifer worked his tounge around him. “Fucking st-t-tunning, taking me so well- fuck- Luce, I’m so fucking- oh you’re so-” He couldn’t find proper words no matter how hard he tried, not with Lucifer so fucking warm and wet around him, the static in his head overtaking proper thoughts- “Ah fuck!” Electricity thrummed through his body as he shuttered, able to feel himself twitch against Lucifer’s tongue for a moment as he snapped. 

Lucifer didn’t stop, working him through it until Vox had to pull him off. He looked far too smug when he did. 

“Fuck man.” He groaned, flopping back on the bed. 

“Consiter it a thank you.” Lucifer told him, resting his head on Vox’s thigh. 

Vox didn’t have time to come up with a clever response before he noticed something moving in his peripheral vision. 

“Alastor!” He startled, noticing Alastor sitting in his armchair. “I- uh,” He scrambled. shooting back up. “How long have you been there?” He asked sheepishly. 

Alastor just waved him off. “Long enough dear.” He said, voice perfectly tempered to indifference. 

Vox knew they weren’t doing anything wrong, Alastor had said as much! Vox and Lucifer were free to do as they liked and he didn’t care if he was there or not! 

So why did he feel like he did something wrong? 

Maybe it was the way there was something unreadable in Alastor’s indifferent expression. Confliction maybe? 

“This uh- isn’t-” He looked back at Lucifer, still resting his head on Vox’s thigh with his hand in his hair while he gave him an incredulous look. 

“What it looks like?” Alastor finished for him. “I really doubt it’s anything other than what it looks like- and if it is I don’t think I’d want to know what it was.” He told them. “I don’t know why you’re scrambling dear, this is all completely within the bounds of acceptable, although I may have something to say about just how quickly you two took my suggestion and ran with it, I really don’t know what I expected with how needy you both are.” There was certainly something under the indifference Alastor tried to convey. 

“Hey!” Lucifer protested. 

“Not an insult, just an observation.” Alastor defended. “I don’t care what you do with your free time, although if you would use some of it to clean up all the feathers I would appreciate it.” 

“Did you know he was here?” Vox asked Lucifer, he just tilted his head in a shrug. 

Vox wasn’t going to pry into whatever Alastor was trying to hide, that never ended well. He let it be.

He would leave it and hope Alastor either dealt with it or actually tried to talk about it himself.

Not like that would ever happen, but it was the better option than pushing him and something going wrong. 

And, he had a good thing with Lucifer here- he thinks- maybe- he thought it was at least.

So, he’d leave it. 

And hope nothing bad happened. 

Nothing bad would ever happen to him right? 

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Vox really said “I can make him worse” and started making him better on accident. Whoops.

I got like, most of the way through this and then went “Wait shit this is a smut series, this was supposed to be a wing kink fic uhhhh fuck. Fuck.”

I WILL project my sad nerd tendencies onto Vox so help me god. And him. He will be suffering for my autism. He needs it. The suffering and the help, they’re both necessary. 

If you care, Al is in fact talking to Rosie about his maybe jealousy issue. :3 

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[nonanon3rd]

But I want to be let in, not out.

Pairing - Vox/Alastor/Lucifer

Top Vox, Bottom Lucifer Morningstar, Laughter During Sex, Touch-Averse Alastor (at the moment), Tail Sex, Awkward Sexual Situations, Light Bondage, Voyeurism, Denial of Feelings, Feelings Realization, Vox is Bad at Feelings, Anal Sex, Post-Coital Cuddling, Self-Worth Issues, Power Play, Brat Lucifer Morningstar, Porn with Feelings, Jealous Alastor.

Wordcount - 6,211

Alastor has been… avoidant since his rut.  And that was fine! Vox could deal with that. Even if he did kind of miss the strange affection he’d grown accustomed to.  Lucifer seemed to also be just as antsy, it’d been nearly a week since Alastor had been more closed off again, not wanting to be touched at all.  They’d both tried to get him to talk about it, and he’d constantly said nothing was wrong and refused to talk about it.  Alastor offers an idea to get them to stop looking so desperate. (and maybe they’d stop pushing him to open up and talk.) During all of this, Vox is trying very hard to ignore the fact that he may in fact be falling for Lucifer. He’s trying his best, really.  He’s not doing a very good job.  //Alastor hasn’t wanted to be touched for a while, he proposes an idea that keeps him uninvolved but lets his partners have their fun. (Staticapple! Yay!)

Again, sorry this took so long. I've been in forever and ever evil land lately and everything is evil forevers. I’ve been in the pit. The evil pit. :( <Me when I’m in the evil pit.

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After his rut Alastor had gotten strange again. In a different way this time. 

But Alastor had done nothing but act strange ever since he’d been here. This was all strange. 

But now he’d been… avoidant. 

If anything actually he was acting more like himself. 

He would flinch away from Vox’s touch, sidestep his affections, Lucifer’s too. He didn’t let his mask slip anymore. 

For about two days at least. 

And oh did those days feel like shit. 

It was like Alastor couldn’t get out of bed fast enough, nearly ripping himself from Vox’s hold. 

“Al?” 

Alastor waved him off. “It seems I’ve forgotten I have something to do today!” He insisted quickly, straightening his shirt. 

Vox tilted his head, slightly concerned. He knew that wasn’t true. 

But he let it be. 

Al would of course be a bit weird. He could imagine that was a lot for him. Al had always been so obsessed with control, losing it like that- in front of people? That… had to be horrible. 

Vox certainly knew what it was like to see your carefully crafted image crumble around you. 

Without Al around, he was alone. 

Well, sure- not technically alone, but he didn’t really talk to Lucifer. He never knew what to talk about.

Conversation with Al just came so easily, natural. And conversations with anyone else was easy enough, just put on a good face. Smalltalk, niceties, all that shit. 

But he wanted to be more genuine with Lucifer and… really didn’t know how to. 

Lucifer did not lie about being bad at talking to people. Really bad.  

And as sociable as Vox was, keeping up a conversation like that with your partner's partner- (Boyfriends’s boyfriend? His partner? Was Lucifer his partner? It kind of seemed like it- that wasn’t the point.) it was difficult, okay? 

And to do all of that while still trying to figure out how he really felt about Lucifer? He’d rather not. 

He watched Lucifer sleep for a moment, somehow not having been woken up. His sleeping habits were odd, sometimes he would be woken up by the slightest thing and sometimes it seemed like he could sleep through a bomb. 

He watched him, his breaths shallow, expression soft. There was a kind of fondness that built in him at it. 

He wouldn’t dare put a true name to it yet, but it was something. Different from what he felt for Alastor, but somewhere close. Something similar.

With Alastor it was… it was like they were meant to be together. This draw to him. The way their frequencies aligned- literally. That rush of obsession was always there, this… wasn’t that. 

This was something… softer somehow. Like a blanket slowly coming together as you work on it, covering you in gentle warmth as you continue to build it.

What he felt for Alastor- his love for him- was sudden, suffocating, and now laced with… a whole lot of shit he didn’t really want to deal with and went out of his way to ignore. 

This… this felt like what he always imagined love was supposed to feel like. A long time ago. When he was young, back when he thought he was capable of it. 

Did he love Lucifer? 

Maybe. But he didn’t want to think about that! That was far too complicated to deal with at the moment. One thing at a time yeah?

When would he think about that? Great question! Sometime! Probably. Maybe. 

So instead, he’d do what he was good at. Bury himself in his work and not think too hard about it. 

Bore himself to a second death with spreadsheets and statistics and viewer analytics, enough to make his brain shut off for a while. 

And it worked. 

Just work. That’s all that really mattered. Right now at least. If he ignored everything else, which was what he was doing. 

Certainly avoiding this would work. 

—

He didn’t miss the way that Alastor flinched away from him at dinner when he reached for his hand. 

“I’m not too keen on being touched right now Vox.” He said gently. As gently as he could when he hissed the words the way he did. 

But Vox nodded, pulling his hand away. “Alright.” He agreed. Alastor got like this sometimes, not often anymore, but he was used to it, so he’d leave it be. 

“What’s up?” Lucifer asked. Or not.

Alastor’s smile tightened into something akin to a scowl for him. “I simply do not wish to be touched at the moment.” He repeated as if he were talking to a child. 

Lucifer went to speak again but Vox glared at him. Leave it. He said nothing. 

“What I was saying was-” Vox continued, making sure Lucifer didn’t say anything. “It doesn’t make sense to keep the scene in! They asked me for my opinion- I gave it, but because Val has full authority now he won’t even listen! I mean- why ask me if you’re not going to listen!” He sighed. “I mean I know why he won’t take it out, it’s one of his actors and that drives traction to him but it interrupts the flow!” He complained. “It fucking means nothing! It’s not even relevant- and look I have nothing against throwing in the occasional sex scene but with how this is placed it would statistically lower viewer retention! And on top of that-” 

He watched Alastor as he continued on talking about something he was almost certain neither of them really cared all that much about, but it seemed to calm Alastor to have the attention taken off of him. 

He could tell when his smiles were genuine most of the time, and the one he gave him now certainly was. He looked at Vox with the same fondness he used to a long time ago, before everything.

This wasn’t what they used to be. It was something different entirely. 

They’d changed. Both of them. Things had changed. 

But this had stayed the same. This had come back. The way Alastor looked at him. Like he cared. Like Vox looked at him. Like he was his whole world.

And he was so happy that it had. 

Even if he couldn’t touch him right now. Even if he was being more closed off again. He still had this.

He had this back. 

He never thought he’d have this again. He thought he’d lost this. 

This was still enough.

—

Alastor continued to dodge any questions about his avoidance, as expected for the most part. 

Lucifer was… well meaning but Alastor clearly didn’t want to talk about it. 

He still slept in the same bed as them- or more accurately, didn’t kick them out considering it was his bed- but he made sure to put space between him and them. 

He didn’t want to talk about it. That was fine. 

— 

“You know, I can see you two getting antsy.” Alastor told them after four days, sitting sideways in the armchair with his legs over the arm. They’d been sitting quietly doing their own things but together, something Velv had called "Parallel play.” if he remembered right. 

“What?” Vox asked, looking up from his phone at the table. 

“The two of you.” He insisted, pointing between them like they weren’t the only other people in the room. “You’re getting all… weird lately.” He said. 

He was right, admittedly. At least for Vox- though he’d noticed Lucifer had been acting similar. Vox missed the affection he’d gotten recently, going without it so suddenly was a bit odd. 

But also, he was used to this, with Val. He would do this when he was mad- suddenly shut himself off. So it wasn’t new to him. He could deal with it.

Vox did the same thing with him but that was besides the point.

“We’ve been weird?” Lucifer asked, sitting up from where he was laying on the floor. 

“Yes.” He agreed. “But I think I may have a solution.” He said. 

Vox titled his head. “A… solution? To… our… weirdness…” He asked incredulously, setting his phone down. 

“Indeed my dear! You’ve only gotten this way since I’ve not wanted to be touched, so I presume you are wanting for something I… cannot give at the moment- but,” He said with considerable showmanship. “There are three of us after all, I don’t see why I have to be explicitly involved.” He shrugged. “You two are both just as needy as the other so-” He waved his hand vaguely. 

Vox blinked. He… Was he suggesting that he and Lucifer fuck? 

Not that it was a crazy concept itself just… not something he would expect from Alastor. 

He glanced over to Lucifer, who seemed very intent on staring directly at the wall. 

“I mean- if that’s like…” Vox swayed awkwardly. They certainly could have gone about this conversation better. 

Alastor shook his head, seemingly amused by their behavior. “Nothing to say Lucifer? You’re awfully quiet considering how much you spoke about this. ” He hummed, adding fuel to the fire of… whatever this was.  

This time, Vox froze. They did mention something about that… weeks ago now didn’t they? That Lucifer was worried Vox wouldn’t want to be with him? Before all this started? 

“Alastor.” Lucifer complained, practically glowing with how much he was blushing, his tail manifesting to flick with an emotion Vox couldn’t quite place. 

Vox took a breath, letting himself project confidence. “You talk about me Lu?” He purred, tilting his head at him. 

His tail flicked again. Embarrassment maybe? “I mean… yeah?” He said, drawing out the word. 

Vox clicked his tongue after a moment. “This is kinda just awkward isn’t it.” He said. 

Lucifer laughed a little. “Yeah.” He breathed. “I mean- not because I don’t- not that I don’t want that- but just that-” 

“That this situation is awkward?” Vox offered. Lucifer nodded, looking to Alastor. 

“That.” He agreed.

“Don’t look at me- I was simply making suggestions.” He said, already having returned to his book. “You two were the ones to get weird about it.”  

Vox tapped on the table, clicking of his claws audible in the silence. 

“So uh…” He said into the now awkward silence. “Theoreticly, in the event that we were to…” He swayed lightly, looking for the best word to not make this very awkward situation worse. “Take your suggestion-” -not the best, but could have been worse- “What would uh… ah fuck it.” Vox dragged a hand down his screen. “If Lucifer and I fuck, do you want to be there or should we leave?” He asked, dropping his attempt at decorum. 

He heard Lucifer’s tail flick against the floor at his bluntness. It made him smile a little. 

Alastor hummed. “I don’t really care.” He said. “Although it would be amusing to observe, with how you two seem to fumble around the idea.” He mused, seemingly actually disinterested. “Quite entertaining.” He added. 

Vox clicked again. “Okay then…” He said slowly. “Soooo… are we going to awkwardly circle away from that and try to come back to it later or are we just going to fuck about it and maybe talk about it later?” He offered into the silence. 

“How about- for the sake of… communication and all that, we talk about it a little now, and then fuck about it?” Lucifer countered. 

“I suppose I can get behind that.” Vox agreed, walking over to offer Lucifer a hand up, tugging him close when he took it and leaning down to be face to face with him.  

He hummed happily when Lucifer flushed, face turning a very pretty gold. 

“So,” He said, turning away to walk over to the bed. “Do you want to tell me whatever you told Alastor or should I just guess?” He asked smoothly, sitting down. 

Lucifer shrugged, climbing on top of him to start aggressively unbuttoning his shirt. “We’ll see.” He said. 

But Vox grabbed his hands to pull them away from his shirt- partly because with how Lucifer was treating it he would end up ripping off a button in his avoidance of his question, and Vox had already had one shirt ruined this week. “I thought we were going to talk.” Vox teased, not missing how he could grab both of Lucifer’s wrists with one hand as he pulled them above his head. 

“You want to know what I thought about?” Lucifer asked reluctantly, tilting his head. “It wasn’t anything interesting, I can tell you that.” he admitted. “Just the uh- usual self-worth issues unfortunately.” He said with a little bit of a laugh. “No uh, crazy sexual fantasies for you just uh.” 

Vox brought his hands down, not letting them go but letting them rest. 

“I- I know you’re here for Alastor and so it’s…” His tail flicked behind him. “I… want you to be here… for me too and like- I know that’s kinda sad and all but this is nice you know? And I want to believe it’s not just you… tolerating me and stuff.” He admitted, leaning away from Vox, just slightly. 

Vox… didn’t really know what to say to that. 

He was… right- in a way. Vox was here for Alastor. But… he did like Lucifer. Would he date him if Alastor wasn’t involved? Probably not. But he did hold a kind of affection for him. 

He was kind of adorable in a way, and surprisingly nice, and also really hot, and would cuddle with Vox when Alastor didn’t want to like a weird little cat in a way that made Vox feel wanted in a way he hadn’t in a long time, and made Vox question if he was genuinely in love with someone for the first time since he’d realised he didn’t love Valentino, and-

Well shit. 

“I’m not just tolerating you Luce.” He assured him. “I’m here for you too.” He said, more gently than he really liked. Lucifer seemed to relax a little but he could tell his hesitation didn’t go unnoticed. “But actions speak louder than words and all that, and I’d be more than happy to show you if we’d like to get back on track.” He told him, grabbing the spade of Lucifer’s tail with his free hand. He actually didn’t mind skipping the talking part, he kind of just meant to tease.

“That-” Lucifer cleared his throat. “That works.” He agreed as his tail wrapped around Vox’s wrist, using it to tug him forward and nudge his face against Vox’s neck. 

Vox shivered as warm breath grazed the sensitive skin of his gills. 

Vox gently rubbed the spade of his tail as he unbuttoned Vox’s shirt. “So what’s up with the tail?” Vox asked.

Lucifer hummed, running his serpentine tongue across the gills on his neck. “What do you mean?” He asked. 

“I just don’t think I’ve seen you with it.” He said, gasping gently as Lucifer nudged at the underside of one of his gills before kissing it gently. 

“I lose control of it sometimes.” He said simply. 

Vox huffed a small laugh. “Just the idea of fucking me got you worked up enough to lose control of your tail?” He purred, slipping his hand under Lucifer’s shirt to trace the scar-like marks on his back where his wings were when he showed them. 

“The idea of you fucking me actualy.” Lucifer matched his tone easily, drawing his nails over Vox’s chest so gently it almost tickled, tingling waves straying over his chest. 

“I can work with that.” Vox breathed. He could more than work with that, holy fuck that was hot. The king of hell wanted Vox to fuck him.

Like sure, part of it is kinda a power fantasy- holding power over the king of hell and all that but also like- fuck Lucifer was hot. 

Lucifer hummed a bit of a laugh. “Oh I know how much you like hearing that.” He said. “You need to be told how wanted you are? How much I like the idea of you fucking me? I know that does wonders for your ego.” He purred, matching Vox’s tone as he leaned up to kiss him. 

It was a lot more gentle than most of the times Lucifer has kissed him, but no less heated, grasping at his chest to keep himself balanced while Vox tugged him closer. 

Vox was panting by the time Lucifer pulled away, he’d said it before and he’d say it again, Lucifer was

fucking good with his mouth. And if this was going to become a regular thing he was very interested in getting that mouth elsewhere more often- but he had a task. Lucifer wanted to be fucked and by god he was going to deliver. 

“It might.” He admitted breathlessly. 

Lucifer hummed, “Might.” He drawled, lowering himself down to gently grind against Vox’s very evident hardness- with his own for the record- so, shut up. “I’m sure.” He teased with a wide smile, leaning back to Vox’s neck to tease his gills again. 

He let out a gentle whine as Lucifer placed soft kisses to his gills. 

This was a little too gentle and emotional and vulnerable at the moment if Vox were to be completely honest with himself. 

Vox hummed softly, dragging his hand up Lucifer’s tail to the base of his spine, rubbing gently at it. 

Lucifer gasped gently, and what a lovely sound that was. He gently tugged at the base of his tail, appreciating the soft whine he let out. “Oh is that right?” He teased. 

The tail itself didn’t feel like it was actually vertebrae, but something else, maybe cartilage? But he could control it, so he had to have some joints, very small vertebrae maybe? They’d have to be very small joints with the amount of flexibility it had-

“Shut up.” Lucifer tried to hiss. Right. Stop getting distracted. 

Vox laughed gently. “That sensitive Lu?” He asked, pulling his hand away so he could trail his hands up Lucifer’s shirt for him to take it off. 

Vox took a moment to watch Lucifer’s face as he pulled back to let Vox take his shirt off. He was struck by just how pretty he really was, all those tales about the devil had certainly gotten that part right, his wide eyes and gentle golden glow to his cheeks. Fuck he might really be falling in love with the actual honest to god devil. 

And somehow, he didn’t hate that as much as he thought he should. 

Once Lucifer’s shirt was set aside, Vox ran a hand through his soft hair, intending only to brush it back where it had been mused from his shirt but instead tangling his fingers in it to tug gently, smiling at the gasp it drew from him.

“Pretty.” He purred, adjusting his hand in Lucifer’s hair to tug him into another kiss. 

Really, he’d been so focused on Alastor in the past that he’d failed to truly notice the little things about the king. Like just how soft his hair was, and the subtle squeaks he let out when his breath caught, the way he dug his fingers in and gripped the loose fabric of Vox’s shirt like he was trying to hold himself back. 

“How do you want to do this?” He whispered against Lucifer’s mouth gently, out of breath. 

Lucifer hummed, pulling back a little to conjure a bottle of lube and hand it to Vox. “I’m not picky.” He told him, tugging at his pants. “Although,” He hummed as he did. “I have to say I’m intrigued by those cables of yours though.” He offered when he saw how Vox was at a bit of a loss. 

As much as Vox hated to admit it, he liked having instructions- or at least something to work on. He liked instructions- and then to be told he was doing good at following said instructions but that was besides the point. 

Vox took that and ran with it, letting his cables emerge from his back and wrap around Lucifer’s arms to pull them behind his back. “Is that right?” He asked when he heard the way Lucifer’s breath caught. “King of hell, wants to be at my mercy.” He taunted, using his wires to spin Lucifer so that his back was against Vox’s chest.

“I can let you think that.” He grinned. 

“Oh of course,” He said, carefully pushing off Lucifer’s pants to trail his hands along the inside of his porcelain thighs. “This isn’t exactly where you want to be.” He smiled, passing the lube to a cable to free up his other hand. 

“That’s not what I said, Vox.” Lucifer corrected, tilting his head back to look at Vox. “I said I can let you think I’m at your mercy.” He grinned back at him. 

“I see.” Vox purred, pulling Lucifer closer against his chest. “Do you doubt me, my king?” He asked, allowing his voice to distort while his free hand trailed slightly down his leg, his cock twitching against Lucifer’s back at the way he shivered. 

Lucifer hummed. “I don’t know Vox, should I?” He was craning his neck to keep looking at Vox the way he was, but that didn’t stop him from tilting his head teasingly. 

Vox let out a huff of a laugh. “Do you want to find out?” He rumbled, pulling his hand back up to drag it along Lucifer’s cock ever so gently.  

The way Lucifer shuttered at his feather light touch made him grin down at him, keeping his touch gentle, teasing. He listened to Lucifer’s shuttering breaths, as soft as his touch while Lucifer’s tail wrapped around his waist tightly. 

He hummed, pulling his hand away to squeeze a bit of lube onto his fingers and wrapping cables around Lucifer’s thighs to pull them apart gently. 

He was oh-so gentle as he traced a finger around Lucifer’s entrance. Too gentle maybe if the way Lucifer pushed against his fingers was any indicator. 

Vox pulled back when he tried. “Pacience.” He insisted, pulling his hand away and pulling Lucifer back to his chest. 

“Don’t act like that when I can feel how hard you are against me.” Lucifer grit out with a smile, shifting his hips where he was held against Vox. 

“I’ll act however I like.” He hummed, returning his hand with the same gentleness. “But… I think if you ask nicely,” His fingers were gentle as he worked circles against his skin. “I’ll act how you’d like.” He told him. He had to admit the idea of having the king desperate and asking for him- begging for him? Hot. 

Apparently the way his cock twitched against Lucifer’s back gave away exactly how much he liked that idea. “Oh you’d like that wouldn’t you?” He teased. 

“I would.” Vox admitted. “I’d like you to use your manners, your majesty.” He rumbled, moving to thumb at one of Lucifer’s nipples with the hand that held him against his chest, grinning at the squeak Lucifer tried to bite down. “All you have to do~” He hummed after a moment. “Is ask.” He taunted carefully. 

Lucifer growled at him, but it was light, teasing, simply matching his tone- there was almost a laugh under it. 

“I can wait Lu.” He purred, pressing just a little harder. 

“Can you?” He hissed, dragging the spade of his tail along Vox’s admittedly very hard length. Vox shivered just slightly at that, he may have forgotten about the tail. Maybe.

Did he want to fuck Lucifer right now? Yes. Maybe he did. But he could wait on that if it meant hearing the king beg for him, or even just ask, he could save begging for another time. 

Fine, maybe he was a little impatient. 

He hummed anyway. “Oh yes I can.” He told him gently, dragging his claws against his chest lightly. 

Lucifer let out something between a whine and a growl. “Vox… Please.” He relented. 

“There you go.” Vox purred, pushing a finger in gently. “Was that so hard?” He asked when Lucifer’s breath caught. 

“Shut up.” Lucifer hissed as he slowly worked him open. Lucifer smiled slightly when he adjusted. “If you want to talk about being hard-” He chuckled, managing to wrap his tail around Vox’s cock gently. 

That startled a bit of a laugh out of Vox. Of course Lucifer would be the type to joke, but again, Vox didn’t find himself really minding. “Oh shut up.” He coughed through laughter, shaking his head. While he usually tried to be more serious, something about Lucifer’s humor felt right in the atmosphere they’d created here, even if Vox suspected it was him just trying to break the silence somehow. 

He carefully added another finger to emphasise his point. 

It almost felt like he had made the joke to try and keep the situation from being too intimate but, somehow it really made it feel more so to Vox, you have to be a certain level of comfortable with someone to be able to joke around during sex. 

Vox didn’t know how he really felt about Lucifer being there with him. Comforted maybe? Powerful? No, that wasn’t it. Warm? That was too vague, but probably the best he would get. 

Lucifer’s soft laughter stopped with a punched-out breath when Vox curled his fingers gently, making Vox smile to himself. 

He absently noticed just how gentle he was being with Lucifer without really meaning to. He didn’t know how he really felt about that- that was starting to become a pattern wasn’t it? It seemed like he couldn’t figure out how he felt about anything regarding Lucifer. 

That itself was somewhat frustrating. 

Frustrated! He could at least know he was feeling that! 

This was not nearly as much of a win as he tried to make it. 

“Such lovely noises.” Vox rumbled, focusing on the bitten back breaths Lucifer let out while he worked him open. 

Focus on that instead of whatever he may or may not be feeling. 

He kept his own breathing steady in contrast to Lucifer’s shallow breaths when he pushed back against him, soft hair almost tickly against his chest while the cords that held Lucifer’s arms behind his back pressed into his skin. 

He gently dragged his claws across the soft skin of Lucifer’s chest, just enough to leave a trail of gold in his wake, making Lucifer shiver against him. 

“All good?” He asked quietly. There he goes being gentle again. Whatever. Lucifer nodded. “Good.” He insisted, watching the way his eyes fluttered as he added a third finger, the tiny squeak he let out. 

He could feel precome slick Lucifer’s back where he was pressed against him at the sound. 

“Vox.” He breathed, slowly running his tail up Vox’s cock, causing his own breath to stutter. 

“Fuck.” He replied in kind, electricity tingling through his skin as he carefully pulled Lucifer up. “Tail Lu.” He instructed, tone teasing. 

Lucifer unwrapped his tail from Vox, choosing to wrap it around his thigh instead while Vox pulled his fingers out. Lucifer adjusted himself the best he could with the cables holding him, trying to sink back against Vox. 

But Vox held strong, using his cables to keep Lucifer back. “Now Lu, how do we ask for things your majesty?” He asked, running his tongue along Lucifer’s neck now that he was close enough for him to. 

Lucifer sighed. “Vox, just fuck me.” He grit out with a bit of a whine. “I know you want to.” He insisted, voice more steady. 

“And I want you to ask.” He said against his skin. 

“I did ask.” He said. Vox was careful as he lined himself up with a hum. 

“That was more of a demand really.” He told him. 

“Oh fuck you.” Lucifer hissed, rolling his eyes. “Vox, would you do me the honor of fucking me? I want you Vox. Would you please?” He said a bit smugly. 

He had reason to be smug with the way his words sent electricity through Vox’s body, the way he felt his breath hitch. 

It wasn’t just that. Not just the sexual implications there. 

I want you Vox. 

That… that was what he needed to hear. He needed to hear that. From someone. Anyone. But hearing it from Lucifer… meant something. A gentle, emotional warmth. He did care about Lucifer. He wanted to be wanted by him. 

Or, of course- he could chalk it up to being wanted by someone of his status and power. He’d rather it be that anyways. 

“That’s better.” Vox hummed, allowing Lucifer to sink down onto him. 

“Shit.” Lucifer moaned. “Vox.” He added. 

Vox let out a shaky breath. God- fuck Lucifer felt good around him. “Fu-uck.” He breathed. “Holy shit- you- fuck.” He settled on, the whirring of his fans audible in the quiet as he dragged his hand over Lucifer’s thigh.

Lucifer, to his credit, recovered quickly. “Out of words Vox?” Vox gripped Lucifer’s thigh a bit harder. Lucifer rarely called people by name, so when he did it was always quite a treat. 

In the way that he liked to hear Lucifer call his name, nothing more emotionally significant than that. 

Vox hummed. “Oh I wouldn’t be so hasty.” He insisted, using his cables to pull Lucifer away before bringing him back down. He wasn’t rough but it certainly wasn’t gentle either. 

“Ah!” He shouted, and oh wasn’t that a pretty sound. He was careful as he repeated it, punching out another sound. 

“I told you- not to doubt- me. Your majesty.” He rasped, biting down his own noises. As much as he was trying to keep up his role of indifference, he was all too affected by all of this- certainly not least of all Lucifer’s sounds. 

“I-” He huffed. “I won’t.” He choked out while Vox set a steady pace. 

“Good.” He insisted, allowing his voice to distort. He knew that got to him by the way Lucifer gripped him. “We- wouldn’t want that- now would we?” He teased. 

Lucifer let out a breathy laugh. “Of- course not blue.” He agreed, as if it was punched out of him. 

Blue. That was a new one. Though he enjoyed the nicknames he was picking up, even if he distantly noted the subtle intimacy of it.

Even if he didn’t know how he felt about that quite yet. 

“Fuck.” He huffed. “Lu, you- shit-” He trailed his hand gently up Lucifer’s thigh to palm his cock in kind. 

The whine Lucifer let out sent sparks between his antennae. Fuck. “V-” He breathed, bucking his hips into Vox’s hand. 

“Careful- your majesty.” He said, tugging him back with the cables around his arms. He had to admit that using the title like this gave him a bit of a rush. Having the king like this was certainly something else. 

And maybe it wasn’t just because he was the king. It was because it was him. 

Shut up. 

Okay, maybe this was more than just sex, more than just Alastor. 

It already had been for a while really if he was being honest. Which he wasn’t. And wouldn’t be. Honesty wasn’t exactly his thing. 

He dared to glance at Alastor for a moment. 

He was certainly a sight at the moment too, somehow managing to look almost more disheveled than Lucifer did. His hand gripped at his hair tightly, his jaw set as he watched them, book carefully discarded in his lap. 

He looked away as soon as he saw Vox looking at him, ears pinned back in embarrassment. 

He hummed through a slight whine as he tilted his head. “No need to be shy Al.” He insisted smoothly, using his cables to pull Lucifer’s thighs just a little farther apart. “If you’re enjoying the show that’s a good thing.” He purred, being a bit more intentional with the stroke of his hand for Alastor’s sake, feeling Lucifer twitch against his hand as he drove into him again. 

“Fuck.” Lucifer sighed. So Lucifer liked being watched too. He’d keep that in mind. 

He hummed through a whine, leaning down to be closer to Lucifer. “You like him watching us?” He asked quietly. Lucifer shuttered against him. 

“Vox.” He whined. “I-” 

“We- would have left if we didn’t want you to watch Al.” He continued. 

Alastor seemed a bit reluctant to watch again, like he’d been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to. But he did. And he certainly seemed to be enjoying the view. 

Vox focused back on Lucifer as he trembled against him. “Vox,” He whined. 

Vox wasn’t all that better off, he felt himself glitch slightly, he’d been holding out well for the most part but the way Lucifer shook with Alastor’s eyes on them he was far too close. 

“Lucifer.” He breathed in reply, relishing in the shutter it afforded him. 

“Ah- ha- hah- f-fuck-” Lucifer moaned, leaning against him so that Vox’s cables bit into his thick skin. “Good- Shit!” He cried, spilling over Vox’s hand and shaking in his grip. 

“Fuck,” Vox nearly shouted at the way Lucifer clenched against him as he collapsed, sending electricity through his body. “Fuck-” He sighed, legs tensing almost painfully. “Fuck- L-lu-u-ucifer-” He glitched as he came, Lucifer heavy in his arms. 

They breathed heavily together in the silence as Vox held him. 

He let his cables unwrap from where they held Lucifer’s arms and legs tracing over the slight marks they left as Lucifer stretched out his arms, flexing his fingers as he pulled away and snapped to clean up. 

“Fuck.” Lucifer sighed, leaning back against Vox. “That-” Lucifer let out a rumbling hum against him, something like a purr before he sighed. “You…” Lucifer ran his hands over the arm that was still over his chest.

“What?” He asked quietly. He noticed that Alastor was gone from where he was before. He let his hand be maneuvered so Lucifer could intertwine their fingers, leaning into his hand further.  

“I mean… I…” He sighed “Like you Vox-” He scoffed at himself. “Man that sounds so- so- childish-  Ha! you get the point.” He shook his head, seemingly amused with himself. “I don’t… know how else to say it but that just makes me sound like a kid on the playground.” 

“No, I get what you mean.” Vox smiled. “I like you too.” He said, tilting his head teasingly. He did admittedly. He did like Lucifer. And that… that scared him. 

Lucifer shoved his arm gently. “Oh shut up it sounds worse now that I hear it.” He said with a laugh, leaning back against him.  

Alastor emerged from the shadows to offer water bottles quietly. 

“Thanks.” He said softly, careful to take the bottle without touching him. 

“Of course.” He smiled, but his voice was tense.

Lucifer didn’t let go of his hand to grab the bottle offered to him, instead twisting off the cap with his teeth. Vox kind of hated how he found the display endearing. 

Vox carefully pulled his hand away from Lucifer. “I’ll… be back.” He told him, slowly pulling himself out from under him. 

Lucifer tilted his head but said nothing as he left, grabbing his boxers as he made his way to the bathroom. 

He sighed, leaning against the door once it was closed and letting the cold of the tile sink into his skin as he slumped to the floor. 

What the hell was he doing? 

Letting himself fall for someone again? That’s what he was doing. 

Anyone would be bad enough, but Lucifer? 

He did love him, didn’t he? 

He loved Lucifer. 

Not like he loved Alastor, but it was love. 

This wasn’t just a power fantasy, this wasn’t just about sex, and this wasn’t even just about Alastor. 

He’d have to accept that. 

He loved Lucifer. 

He was in love with Lucifer. 

Oh he was completely and utterly fucked wasn’t he? 

And not in the fun way. 

Although, that too. That was a bonus he guessed. 

He wished he had a proper face that he could splash with water at the moment. 

“Fuck.” He sighed. He was so fucked. 

He pulled himself up and went back to bed to lay back down. Lucifer had put on his robe and curled up on his own while Alastor sat on the edge of the bed. 

“Lu.” He said softly, waving Lucifer over. 

He was quick to take his place on his chest, wrapping his arms around him like he was just another pillow. 

Vox messed with his hair a little and wiped the sweat from his forehead before carefully threading a hand through his hair, just gently holding him to his chest. “You’re weird.” He said fondly. 

Lucifer just grumbled. 

He let himself smile when he felt Alastor take his free hand, lacing their fingers together. 

He still stayed at a distance but Vox could certainly live with that. Whatever Alastor was dealing with, he had to deal with. 

Vox and Lucifer would be there when he was ready. 

And they would be there for each other in the meantime. 

This was… nice. It was nice. 

It scared him. For sure. Scared the hell out of him. But it was nice.

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I was explaining the very basics of this series to my therapist and he was like “So who in this situation are you projecting onto?” TRICK QUESTION ADAM ITS ALL THREE OF THEM. 

The parallels between this and the first fic in this series are VERY intentional if you care btw. 

Alastor both knows exactly what he’s doing and has no idea what he just did. 

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Think I'm ready to be here.

Pairing - Vox/Alastor/Lucifer

Vox Has Issues, Everyone Has Issues, Sex-Neutral or Sex-Favorable Asexual Alastor, Non-Human Genitalia, Pathetic Vox, Biting, Marking, Scent Marking, Threesome - M/M/M, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Come Marking, Porn with Feelings, Possessive Alastor, Blood, Angst and Porn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff.

Wordcount - 4,391

Things were nice.  Vox was happy, they were figuring things out. All that said, there were a few loose screws. Val was getting restless and Alastor was acting weird. And he’s only getting weirder.  //This is mostly setup for the next fic in the series admittedly. A bit of fluff here too.

This is mostly setup so it may not be quite as well done as the others, I’m not super good at telling really, “Meant to be mine” is kind of my magnum opus and so now when I write things I go “Damn, it’s kinda ass…” but then I go back and read it a few days later and I like it so who knows.

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The kind of domestic routine they’d settled into was nice, Vox would do work in his room- even though it was more like his office considering he never slept there- Alastor and Lucifer would go do… whatever it was they did at the hotel, they’d eat dinner together, then hang out quietly for a while before usually participating in some more sexual activities and going to sleep.

Honestly? He was happy. Genuinely happy. It was nice. It wasn’t exactly what he imagined for himself, but it was nice. 

Lucifer was much more touchy than Alastor, but that was to be expected. Of course, Alastor was still particular about being touched but that was fine. He still got his cuddles from Lucifer, even if it wasn’t perfect, it was nice.

Mostly. 

The issue was that since he’d been “Missing” Val had been… not happy.. 

He guessed that Velvette had told him that he was… distancing himself from the Vees. 

He just didn’t want to deal with it. He was happy for now. So if he ignored it he could just stay happy right? But even with Val muted, he still saw the texts.

He was the way he always was, switching between angry threats to sweet apologies. 

And there were so many. 

Part of him managed to feel bad for Valentino. He was a piece of shit bastard but- so was Vox, so he didn’t have much room to judge there. 

He knew that Val did- in his own way- love him. 

Vox cared about the other Vees but… he didn’t love Valentino. Not the way he wanted him to at least. 

He could only think this is how it may have been like for Alastor in a way.

He did what he always did. He was using Val for his own gain. Always had been. In different ways. 

At first he was using him to rebound from Alastor (and look how that worked out) and then for business. He knew how to manipulate Val. It was… disappointingly easy really. 

Val had to have expected this though. That he’d move on when he found something better. And oh did he find better. 

And it’s not like Val was any better, tossing him aside like he never existed after he was no longer useful for publicity.

Still, there was a hint of pity there. Lingering in the back of his mind. 

It was somewhat stressful, he didn’t want to deal with it. So badly he didn’t want to deal with it.

But he still sighed when he sat down at Lucifer’s table. He’d talked to Val a little, gave him the same excuse he gave Velvette. 

But now he’d started going through his work email. Making new emails and using realistic looking subject lines before going into a giant rant. And his grammar and punctuation was abysmal. 

“What is it?” Lucifer asked, noticing it. 

Vox shook his head. “Val’s started sending his rants to my work email now, he’s making it harder to ignore him, it's just-” He complained. “I know I’ll have to deal with it at some point but… I don’t even know what’s worse, the giant walls of screaming threats or the begging and professions of love.” He said, stabbing a ravioli with a bit more force than necessary. 

Static hissed around them as things got a bit darker. 

“Uh, Al?” He asked. 

Alastor startled, seemingly unaware of what he was doing. “It’s nothing.” He said, staring at his plate. 

“That doesn’t look like nothing.” Lucifer said, tilting his head at Alastor. 

Alastor scratched at his head. “Really, It’s nothing, I simply do not like that the moth seems to think he has some claim over Vox. I’m not a fan of people trying to claim what is mine.” He said casually, taking a bite of his food. 

Vox’s screen lit up a little at the casual possessiveness. “Right… Is… something up?” He asked. What is mine. Mine. 

“It’s nothing.” He repeated, with a bit more force. “And I’d appreciate if you dropped it.” Vox glanced at Lucifer, who looked a bit concerned too. 

He’d drop it, but… Alastor had been acting a bit weird. 

“Oh shit are you bleeding?” Lucifer asked. Alastor looked at his hand that had been scratching his head. 

“It… seems I am.” He said, pulling a cloth from his pocket to wipe his hand off. “I suppose I have been a tad… off lately.” He admitted, staring at his previously bloody hand. 

“Does this have anything to do with the large amount of bodies that were found last night with antler holes in them?” Lucifer asked. 

Alastor chuckled. “Maybe.” He said, moving the food on his plate. “But really, it’s nothing to worry about.” He insisted. “Anyhow, Vox, have you considered getting more involved with the hotel? We can’t exactly hide you up here forever.” He shifted the subject with less grace than he usually did, but Vox let it go. 

“Uh, I… I just don’t know if that’s a good idea?” He said. “I mean- it’s not like I have a lot of people here who are exactly uh- happy with me.” He said, taking another bite of his food. “That and it would be… I mean I’m sure that you two would have some explaining to do.” He gestured between them. 

“I’ll deal with that when the time comes.” Alastor insisted. “It’s up to you but the longer we wait the more complicated it gets.” He said.

“You’re right…” Vox agreed. That would be an issue wouldn’t it? He’d gotten past a lot of the forgiveness for all the horrible evil things deal with Alastor and Lucifer because he was sleeping with them but he couldn’t exactly use that method with the whole hotel.

Well… no. No, bad idea. And he also at this point was largely uninterested in sex of any kind without Alastor involved. And maybe Lucifer. He was figuring that one out. 

“Not yet.” Vox concluded. “I… I need to deal with Val before I add more complications.” 

Alastor nodded. 

“Is it your antlers that are bleeding?” He asked, noticing the crusted blood still in his hair. 

“It… is.” He said, uncertain, scratching at the base of his antlers. “Do excuse me, won't you?” He said, standing up and making his way to the bathroom. 

Lucifer watched him, a hint of concern in his eyes. 

“Do you know what’s going on with him?” Vox asked once he was gone. 

Lucifer debated his words for a moment. “I think I might...” He said. “But I’m not sure. And it’s not my place to tell.” He shook his head. 

Vox sighed. He didn’t like being out of the loop. Even though he frequently was. 

“Right.” He said, glancing at the door. “Is he going to be okay?” He asked quietly. 

“He’ll be fine.” Lucifer assured him. “I wouldn’t mention it, it’s… something I think we should wait to see if he mentions it.” Vox nodded. If Lucifer knew what was going on he’d take his advice. 

Alastor’s hair was damp when he came back. “Apologies, my antlers seem hellbent on being unruly as of lately.” He said humorously. 

Vox just nodded, trying to piece together what was going on. 

Alastor didn’t sit back down though, instead grabbing his sleep clothes and returning to the bathroom to change. 

“So uh… how was… work?” Lucifer asked. 

“Nothing interesting.” He said. “Never really is. I just run backend now since they don’t want me in public.” He shrugged. “Lots of numbers, figuring out what’ll do well- work.” He didn’t get to do anything interesting anymore. “Anything new with the hotel?” He asked. 

Lucifer shook his head. “When is there ever? I mean, I want to support Charlie, she’s so enthusiastic about this whole thing, and it works! And that’s amazing but…” He sighed. “People have to want to change. She’s just so optimistic… and every time something goes wrong it feels like I see some of the light leave her. But it always comes back.” He said with a smile. “But… it still hurts even when it does because… it’s like I know it’s only going to be taken away again.”  

Vox nodded quietly. It wasn’t something he could understand, not truly. He never had children, never wanted them. Never really liked children honestly. But he could see how much Lucifer cared about Charlie. And part of him could understand that much. Alastor didn’t return to his food this time either, he grabbed a book and laid down. 

“She just reminds me of myself, back when I was…” He gestured vaguely upwards and shook his head. “So excited. Happy despite it all. I lost hope the first time something went wrong, but she just keeps going.” He said. “And I’m so damn proud, but to keep seeing her get hurt by reality…” He sighed, shaking his head. “Alastor, are you done with your food?” He asked. 

Alastor hummed in agreement and Lucifer snapped their plates away, Vox still didn’t know how that really worked, at this point he wasn’t even sure Lucifer did. 

Alastor gestured Lucifer and Vox over to the bed, he hadn’t even opened his book before it was set aside in favor of dragging Lucifer onto his lap. 

Vox didn't join them immediately though, he let them have their moment without intruding, they deserved that much. He glanced at where the wall gave to the green tinged marsh as they spoke quietly. 

It was another thing he didn't understand, how Alastor did that. He grit his teeth. It was another thing Alastor and Lucifer had in common that he didn’t.

He didn’t have magic of any kind, not really. Sure his hypnotism might count but it wasn’t the same. 

His eyes traced the antler marks dug into the trees. Those were new right? He caught some dried blood sticking to where the bark had been stripped away. 

“Vox.” Alastor called, voice soft against Lucifer’s skin. Alastor’s face was buried in Lucifer’s neck, his sweatshirt discarded. 

Right. Wanted here. 

He made his way over to the bed, leaning up against Alastor quietly. 

“Something’s on your mind.” Alastor said softly, unbuttoning his shirt. 

Vox did his best to kiss Alastor on the forehead. “I’m just worried about you. Clearly something’s up, I want to be able to help.” 

Vox huffed a laugh when Alastor nudged his face against his chest like a cat, glancing at Lucifer. He was just looking at Alastor fondly. He seemed to have a better idea of what was going on so if he wasn’t worried Vox would try not to be. 

“It’s nothing to worry yourself about dear. I have it under control. Simply tonight I want to be near the two of you, see if that helps.” He said, not moving from where his face was planted in his chest. 

Vox scratched at his ear, carefully avoiding his antlers. “Whatever we can do to help.” He insisted. 

With Alastor focused on Vox, Lucifer took the opportunity to lean in and kiss his neck, watching Alastor shutter against him.  

“Anything.” Lucifer added. 

“Is this okay?” Vox asked, turning further towards Alastor. He needed to double check when Al was acting… weird. Alastor nodded, pushing his shirt off. “Okay,” He breathed. “What do you want from us?” He asked. 

“Just…” He trailed his hands over Vox’s gills. “See what happens.” He said quietly as Vox let out a deep breath.

“Okay.” He said while Alastor moved to climb onto his lap, maneuvering slowly so Lucifer could still hold onto his arm and kiss at his neck. “Shit.” He gasped when Alastor ran his tongue along his neck, ghosting his teeth gently over his skin. 

He felt the low vibrations of Alastor’s laugh in his chest. “It’s so easy to get you worked up.” He teased. Vox only whined in response when he bit down gently. 

Lucifer placed his hands gently over Alastor’s waist, gently guiding him to sit further into Vox’s lap and grinning at Vox’s resounding shutter. 

Vox chose not to break the gentle quiet, breath only hitching as Alastor gently rolled his hips against him. 

It was such a gentle moment. A quiet connection. A moment that felt like it meant something even as Alastor broke skin, licking up the blood. 

As Alastor nuzzled his face into his chest, Vox trailed a hand over the golden bites on Lucifer’s shoulder, only panting breaths to break the silence. 

“Here.” Lucifer said quietly, trailing his hands down to unbutton Vox’s pants before moving onto Alastor’s.

It was so soft, so nice. Just them. Together. 

He let out a shaky sigh as Alastor’s skin met his, feeling Alastor shiver against him as he rolled his hips up.

Lucifer hummed lightly, wrapping a slick hand around the two of them. 

“Shit.” Vox huffed, feeling Alastor’s shaky breath against his skin. Even as Lucifer slowly moved his hand, Alastor didn’t stop his own slow movements, still gentle but desperate as he rocked against him, licking up the blood that dripped from his bite, claws digging into the skin on his back.

At this rate he wasn’t going to have an inch of skin unmarked. And he couldn’t say he minded that. 

“Vox.” Alastor said, muffled by his skin. 

“Yeah?” He asked quietly, smile gentle as he trailed his hand to Lucifer’s waist. 

Alastor didn’t respond, instead just burying his face in Vox’s neck again. 

He was kind of cute like this really. Acting as if he was trying to get under Vox’s skin.

“Oh Alastor…” He said quietly, smile showing in his voice as Lucifer worked them.

He grasped blindly at Lucifer in kind as he used his free hand to tilt Alastor’s head to him, meeting the dazed man in a gentle kiss. Alastor’s eyes seemed unfocused as he simply followed Lucifer’s gentle coaxing.

Vox couldn’t bring himself to be as worried about that as he should have at the moment though as he slipped his hand down Lucifer’s pants. 

He felt Lucifer shutter, grip tightening slightly as he moaned gently into Alastor’s mouth. 

Vox felt an unwelcome pang jealousy at the sight. It was intertwined tightly with how hot it was to see his own blood smeared across Alastor’s mouth as Lucifer kissed him. 

He focused on that instead as he pushed against Alastor, gently tugging at his hair for his own greedy kiss. 

He was taken aback as Alastor slipped his tongue into Vox’s mouth, running it along his teeth as if he was trying to map out the mystery of his mouth. 

Vox did nothing, fearing he’d scare Alastor off, simply letting him explore the staticy secret he couldn’t understand. 

“Fuck.” He sighed when Alastor pulled back, resting his head against Lucifer’s shoulder. He felt Alastor twitch against him as he turned to bury his face in Lucifer’s shoulder as he’d done Vox’s, ears twitching against Lucifer. “Oh shit, Lucifer-” He panted as his legs tensed under Alastor. “Shit. Al-” 

Alastor laughed lightly, tracing over the marks where his claws had dug into his back. “So easy.” He taunted breathlessly. 

Vox chuckled in response, carefully speeding up his hand on Lucifer, wrist starting to ache. “Only for you love.” He told him, matching his light tone. 

He vaguely noticed the slightly dejected look on Lucifer’s face as he said it, but he kept his eyes on Alastor, feeling his hands twitch against his back. 

“I- oh fuck Alastor… shit- please tell me you’re close- I’m-“ he kept his voice soft as if he were afraid if he spoke too loud it would shatter the fragile moment.

Alastor nodded slowly, teeth grit in an attempt to restrain his small sounds. Vox trailed his hand down to grip at Alastor’s shirt. 

“Ah shit.” He groaned, curling into himself with a bit of static zapping between his antennae. He laughed breathlessly. “F-fuck.” He said, feeling electricity trail under his skin, taking most of his focus to keep his grip on Lucifer’s dick looser than the vice grip he grasped Alastor’s shirt with as he came.

Thankfully Alastor wasn’t far behind so he didn’t end up looking like an idiot… too much at least.

“Shit- Too much- Lucifer…” He breathed when Lucifer didn’t stop. Too much. Mercifully he stopped as he was dragged along with them, panting into Alastor’s hair. 

Vox pet down Alastor’s back quietly, keeping the gentle moment as he pulled his other hand from Lucifer’s pants and placed it on his back to pull him closer. He didn’t really bother with the mess, magic cleanup magic or whatever. 

However, Alastor had other ideas, trailing his hands from where they had dug into Vox’s back to the mess on his chest, eyes still unfocused. 

Vox huffed a worried laugh. “Uh, Al?” He asked quietly as he dragged his hand through it, collecting their come on his fingers. 

As much as Lucifer said not to mention it- this was… weird- especially for Al who was usually quick to clean up. A neat freak like him doing… this was slightly concerning. 

He glanced at Lucifer for help because what the fuck was happening. 

But Lucifer just nodded and mouthed “It’s normal.” 

Vox shook his head. “Not normal.” He replied. Lucifer shrugged. Great. So helpful. 

Was it kind of hot? Yes. Yes it was. Was it worrying behaviour from Alastor? Also yes. 

The worry was a little overpowered when Alastor turned to Lucifer, dragging his dripping hand across his jaw and gently pushing his fingers into Lucifer’s mouth for Lucifer to eagerly indulge him and lick them clean. 

“Shit…” Okay, yeah. Convinced. Hot. That’s an image that will be burned into his mind forever. Hot as fuck. Sure, whatever at this point. 

Alastor sighed deeply as he pulled his hand back, quietly tapping Lucifer on the shoulder to signal him to clean up. He nodded and obliged.

Lucifer pulled Alastor into a quick kiss before slipping away to grab his sweater.

“So uh… you wanna tell me what that was about?” He asked. Alastor shook his head. 

Vox just nodded as he slipped away from Alastor, just to get his pants off, smiling gently as he reached out for him. 

“Stay.” Alastor growled quietly. Vox returned quickly. Even though it worried him, he kind of liked needy Alastor. 

He wrapped his hands around Alastor’s back, holding him close as Alastor returned to trying to bury his face in his chest.

“I love you Al.” He said quietly. He… didn’t know why he said that. He froze when Alastor tensed in his arms. Shit. Shit. Shit. “Sorry- I- I shouldn’t have-” He corrected quietly, pinching the fabric of Alastor’s shirt and worrying it between his fingers. 

“You don’t have to apologize.” Alastor said quietly, recovering quickly. 

“I…” Vox didn’t know where to go from here, laughing quietly at himself. “I mean… you already know that. You don’t… you don’t have to say anything just…” He sighed, keeping his eyes on the ceiling as he closed an insistent popup that asked if he want to cry. “Know that.” he said. “I know it’s not really… this isn’t like that for you but-”

“Don’t.” Alastor interrupted him, causing him to flinch. God, he’d fucked this up hadn’t he. He just didn’t know how to shut the fuck up did he? “Don’t say that.” Alastor said quietly. “It… It is like that Vox.” He said, letting the filter drop from his voice. Oh. 

Alastor… 

“Al…” He said quietly. 

Alastor huffed what seemed like a sad laugh. “I may not say it, but it is.” He said, tracing a hand over the bite marks on his chest. “It’s not easy for me to say things like that… but these… that’s what these are.” He said. 

Alastor sounded so… vulnerable like this. So honest. 

“You… you’re everything to me Alastor. Everything.” He said, holding him close like one of them would fall apart if he didn’t.  

Lucifer cozied up behind Alastor quietly, not saying anything. 

Vox chose to loop his arm around Lucifer too. He was here, even if Vox didn’t feel the same way about him as he did about Alastor he didn’t deserve to be excluded. 

This was nice. 

–

Vox woke up to Alastor slowly pulling himself away from the two of them, hearing the static hiss around them as he growled under his breath. 

He seemed like he was trying not to wake them up as he went to get dressed. 

It was early, but Vox was getting used to Alastor’s weird routine and minimal sleep. 

Alastor didn’t do a very good job at not waking them up apparently as Lucifer rubbed his face against Vox’s chest. 

Vox scooted up on the pillows to sit a bit more comfortably as Alastor emerged from the bathroom.

“My apologies for last night.” Alastor said. “It appears I’m not quite all here at the moment!” He said, slipping into his more preformative voice. “As if I ever am! Ha!” He said with exaggerated flourish as he put his coat on. 

“Are you… okay?” Vox asked tiredly. 

Alastor waved his hand dismissively as he summoned his staff. “As okay as I ever am my friend! Nothing to worry your overworked processors about.” 

As many times as he said that Vox still worried a bit. Especially when he was falling back on his performative front that he’d let down for a while.   

“If you say so…” Vox said. “Places to be?” He asked lightly. 

“Things to do actually, errands in cannibal town I’m afraid!” He said. 

Vox nodded. “Don’t do anything stupid.” He said fondly. Alastor laughed. 

“I think you do enough of that for the both of us my friend! The three of us really.” 

“Fuck you.” 

“I’m afraid I’m quite preoccupied today Vox.” He quipped. Vox just rolled his eyes and waved a hand. 

“Well if you’re so busy maybe you should get going.” 

“You’re the one who keeps talking while I’m trying to leave.” He said, heading out.

Vox smiled softly. He’d be okay. He pulled Lucifer closer to him by his waist and cozying up to go back to sleep. 

–

When Vox woke again he was alone. That was fine, and to be expected considering it was nearly noon. 

Did he have things to do today? Not that he could think of. Part of him wanted to just say in bed, but he knew that wasn’t good. 

He grumbled as he pushed himself up, it was a habit- something Velv had always called an “Old man trait.” 

He sighed. Maybe he should try and figure out what was up with Alastor. To the all knowing internet! 

–

He was still lost. Everything he found said something different. And it was the internet so who even knows how reliable any of this was. Hours of research to end up with nothing helpful. 

The all knowing internet had in fact given him a solid “Yeah idk sounds weird sucks to suck.” 

Great. Lovely. Lucifer already told him not to worry about it so he wouldn’t be telling him anything. 

He knew something was wrong and he hated not knowing what it was. He hated that Lucifer knew what it was. Was he just stupid? Was he missing something? Obviously. But Lucifer knew and wouldn’t tell him. And he hated that.

He went back to Alastor’s room with no new information.

Or more accurately a bunch of stuff that was unhelpful and nothing definitive.

–

Alastor emerged from his odd liquid shadows covered in blood. 

“Oh shit are you okay?” Vox asked. Alastor startled, seemingly not expecting him to be there.  

He straightened his blood covered coat. “Just fine my dear! This isn’t mine.” He said like it was clear. His smile was strained and irritated. 

“Right. Sorry.” Vox corrected. Alastor sighed. 

“If you don’t mind Vincent, I think I would like to be alone for a while.” Vox froze at the use of his human name. “If you see Lucifer would you mind letting him know?” Alastor added. 

“Uh… of course… Do you want to still have dinner together or…” He asked quietly.

Alastor shook his head. “Not tonight my friend. I think I may need a few days hmm?” Vox couldn’t parse his inflection with how he said it, keeping up the performative front. 

Vox nodded as he made his way to the door. “Yeah. Just uh… let me know if… you need anything.” He said from the doorway. 

Vox let out a shaky breath as he made his way back to his room. 

This was because he told him that he loved him wasn’t it? 

He fucked up. Damnit. Of course he did.

He pulled the blankets close to him as some pathetic form of comfort. 

He hadn’t slept in this bed since the first night he was here. And now he was probably stuck here- if he was even allowed to say here. 

He was a fool to believe Alastor. 

Alastor basically told him he loved him and he fucking belived him. 

God he was an idiot! He laughed humorlessly through tears. Damnit. God fucking damnit.  

He was a fool to think this would go any other way. 

Stupid, stupid, stupid. A fucking moron. He was so fucking stupid. 

This is what he did. He ruined everything. 

“I hate you.” He said quietly to himself. Damnit. 

Why did he think this could go well? 

Why did he think this would work out? He tried and failed to choke down a sob. 

“Stupid.” He said, falling back. 

He would never be good enough for Alastor. 

Never be good enough for Alastor to love him.

Not even good enough to love Alastor. 

He didn’t want to move. Ever. He would just say here. He would stay here forever. Lay here. Do nothing. 

–

He dragged himself out of bed hours later. Worn out from crying like a fucking idiot.

He had one place he could go. His last safe space. 

He sat quietly at the edge of Shok.Wav’s tank, a small smile present despite it all. 

Well. He had this. Quiet water against his legs. Nobody could get in here. He still had this. 

It didn’t mean he could convince himself he didn’t need Alastor.

What happened to being stuck with him? 

What happened to never getting rid of him? 

“Damnit.”

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 guys… listen… I did not have a blood kink when I started writing this series. I didn’t. It was usually something I avoided for the most part. 

I don’t know how this happened. Help. Why do I think this is hot now? Vox’s blood-kink-by-osmosis thing? Yeah. That happened to me. Head in my hands. I'm scared. How did this happen? 

Did I forget to mention Vox still isn’t a good person? Because he isn’t.

You can probably guess what this is setup for. I had too. 

What? Did you think I could go through a fic without making Vox suffer? Oh no no no my friend. 

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