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“That insufferable prick!” Lucifer cursed under his breath, pacing away from the hotel before taking flight, each one of his wings flicking out into a velutinous plume of scarlet and snow in the backdrop of hell's hazed dusklight. 

Again; Alastor had tested the king’s patience. Starting small with witterings about ‘tacky’ decor before leading his assault into taunts about his lonesome existence. Every last utterance of their argument further fueled the swirling feelings of dismay and muddied disgust both for the demon and for himself. Lucifer knew he had a pathetic existence, constantly struggling against himself for letting Lilith slip away from him, because even just holding on in this immeasurably tortuous prison of Heaven’s creation only served to drag his mind into a deeper pit of despondency.

But it certainly didn’t help that he had the Radio Demon breathing down his neck constantly.

No matter what he seemed to do to try to improve his relationship with Charlie, he was always there—waiting for him to slip up; chastising his every move, driving him away from the one light amongst the darkness of it all. Even just the way those slick pointed claws would twitch in excitement with every mistake he made, horned devils like the sins crawling up his back, a blaring reddened gaze that would track all of his movements waiting for the opportunity to strike.

And that goddamn smile.

Ever present was that sinister smirk pulling at the threads of his withered heart, the angel never knew that anybody, let alone some lowborn sinner like him could push his buttons like that. Truly it was a shame that the only thing that managed to ignite any level of passion even in hatred was Alastor of all people.

He loathed him, absolutely despised him. Alastor was the worst of humanity. Yet in their altercation just now, before chaos had descended he felt the thump of something new pluck at his heartstrings. Lecherous thoughts of subduing the demon crept up into his mind for but an instance, the curling sickening pleasure of forcing him down and showing him just what the king of hell could do. Suddenly the room had felt scorched, and his mouth like the wastelands of the Wrath ring desolate of sustenance.  

‘If he could just put his hands around that pretty little neck of his and squeeze then-’

Shaking his head, Lucifer cut off his train of thought. Feeling the uncharacteristic sadistic stirring of that same feeling welling up inside again he descended from the skies, not realising he had flown quite a distance away from the hotel at this point and had wandered into a less than pleasant part of Pentagram City’s nightlife district.

Blaring neon lights and a litany of inebriated sinners sloshing around amongst the chaos of the dirtied streets, the angel felt slightly overwhelmed by the mess and carnality that seemed to cast itself over the streets. He ducked into a nearby alleyway, trying his best not to trip over the groupings of trash bags and puddles of vomit to straighten his mind out. Pressing his face into his palms, Lucifer breathed in deeply before straightening himself out and scanning the narrow passageway for any onlookers. After all; for someone to spot one of the rulers of the seven rings stressing out in a dingy alley would certainly drum up quite the storm. 

“What am I even doing…” He mumbled out through his fingers into the dead air, the only response being the howlings of sinners and hellspawn off in the distance, the occasional gunshot and scream mixed amongst it all.

Initially, Lucifer thought to himself to just go back home, be it to seclude himself in his room in the hotel or simply awash himself in the tempting lonesomeness of his empty palace. Until the creeping idea burrowed into his mind to just…forget. For but a single moment, he could be someone else, just to chase away the tightening feeling in his chest. 

Musing over his options, the king drummed up an illusion over himself. What once was his garishly showy ringleader attire became a muted tailored three-piece grey suit adorned with silver clasps and buttons. Gone was his crowning top hat, with only thin-framed spectacles resting on the tip of his nose to give a slight flair to his outfit. While he kept most of his usual physical features, the slicked-back blond locks flowed slightly messier, subtle flicks framing his face across where his rosy cheeks used to be. 

Conjuring a small mirror into his palm, the king admired his handiwork. Sure, it was no major transformation, but it was enough to be low-key if he were going to just spend some time incognito away from the bustle of his usual life. Running a hand through his dishevelled golden threads, he nodded to himself with a small bubbling sense of pride in how handsome he looked, angling his head around to admire his heart-shaped features.

Taking in a sharp breath, Lucifer drew his expression into a relaxed smile, straightening his tie and ducking out onto the streets to try and find a bar that was at least moderately normal-looking. Glancing about cautiously, he stepped his way into the chintzy vivids staining the landscape, more than ever taking in the sights of intoxicated individuals grouped together be it in fighting or sprawled across one another in perverse embrace. The angel shuddered in disgust as he continued on his walk, hunching his head a little lower than before as he passed by the swaying drunks trying to not catch the eye of a wandering sinner looking for some cheap entertainment. 

He took off for a while until his eyes set on a smaller-looking bar off on a dimly lit street corner. It was noticeably more ornate than the others, not exactly dreary but it gave the air of a more relaxed bar setting. Frosted windows and arching wooden panels framed the darkened wooden door that creaked open now and again to allow plumes of smoke to trail from the openings.

Looking up at the entryway, the placard seemed worn and faded, some garbled nonsense about a cigar and whiskey bar plastered against the sign in threadbare calligraphy. 

‘I suppose it’s better than nothing.’ He thought to himself before slipping his way inside, the distinct hit of smoke immediately filling his nostrils as the door swung open. 

Inside it was relatively quaint, a horned gruff-looking imp manning the bar idly polishing glasses to himself. There weren’t many customers, most of them hushed in their own booths peacefully enjoying their time drinking alone or in secluded groups. Soulful lamenting flutters of a piano barely crept through the air from the musician hunched over in the corner, their notes swaying amongst the clouds of greyed haze that lingered throughout the club. 

Lucifer scanned the room, opting to take a seat at one of the barstools next to a disgruntled gentleman who lay face first on the countertop grumbling to himself. Motioning out his hands he caught the attention of the barkeep who looked the king up and down for a moment before responding.

“What’ll it be sir?” He asked dispiritedly, tired eyes set deep with every crease in his reddened maw.

Peeking over the man’s shoulder, he perused the sections of alcohol and smokeables before ultimately blurting out whatever caught his eye first to try and blend in as much as possible. 

“‘Couple of those Cabanas No.751, and a glass of the single malt Tomatin, leave the bottle,” Trying his best to match the despondent attitude of the establishment as he tossed his now slightly altered bank card to the server before piping up awkwardly. “I err…please.”

With a slightly raised eyebrow, the imp picked up his card and studied it for a moment before grunting in approval and sliding an ashtray over to the king, swiping it at the register and bringing him over his order. Casually unscrewing the lid to the scotch, the bartender poured a generous serving of the sweetened whiskey over a singular large ice cube in the rocks tumbler before passing the bottle over to the king and going back to his menial tasks.

Awkwardly; the king slid his hand to retrieve his card and slipped it into his suit jacket before picking up one of the cigars from the box and trimming the end, conjuring up a flame in his fingers to light the oily brown tip. Taking a few practice drags, the end flared up, subtle medium-bodied notes of chestnuts lingering on his tongue with every puff. 

Guiding his hand over nonchalantly to his drink, he swilled the deep amber liquid amongst the ice, his mind taken back to that moment back at the hotel when Alastor had continued to frazzle his nerves. Every little quip seemed to twitch through him again with a reignited vigour. Even the way those lips around that ever-present smarmy grin of his curled up in such a way was just begging to be defiled. 

‘Just to feel that wretched beast underneath me squirming and craving satiation by my hand-’

Cutting off his thoughts again the king felt the heat rising in his cheeks at the mere thought of subduing the sinner in such a manner. Taking the drink to his lips he immediately downed the full drink, slamming the glass into the counter before spitting out in irritation.

“Fucking-”

“ Alastor .”

Stopping dead in his tracks, Lucifer had assumed his voice had reverberated from sheer anger until he turned his head to the side to see the man next to him had finally lifted his head cursing out the very same name. A peculiar fellow with a glitching television for a head, error messages seemed to litter his screen as he reviled the demon on his tongue. He seemed noticeably more buzzed than himself, his body slightly swaying. There was a gathering of empty glasses next to him, and the bartender seemed to slowly be working his way through cleaning them. 

“Hah, you too huh?” Lucifer asked the man next to him, lazily pouring himself another drink from the bottle he had ordered as he took another drawn-out puff from his cigar.

Swivelling to face him, Vox’s eyes seemed to flicker with interest, each pixel flashing with a dim pulse at the king’s words.

“Is there any other prick with that name in these parts-” Immediately he stopped dead, taking a second look before his screen illuminated with pop-ups in pure shock. “Holy shit you’re Lucifer what the fuck are you doing here?” He babbled out automatically as if he hadn’t just announced the literal king of hell hiding out in a bar by himself.

Pushing his hands against the glass where his mouth was the king tried to hush the man beside him to keep his voice down, his eyes darting to the bartender who tried his best to look like he wasn’t interested.

“Be quiet you idiot…I’m trying to be covert here.” He hissed out before pulling his hands away slowly.

“No offence your majesty, but that is the shittiest disguise I've ever seen, you can’t just fucking Clark Kent this shit when your face is plastered across every damn billboard in the nine rings.” Vox chuckled to himself, swiping the second cigar the angel had ordered and trimming the end off.

“Clark Kent? I have no idea who that is. Hey! What the hell you can’t just take my shit!” He piped up with a slight growl in his voice as he tried to swipe the cigar from his hands.

“Woah hold on now short stuff I got this covered,” Turning to the bartender he beckoned for him to come over. “Alreth, buddy, get my private room ready, ‘box of these Cabanas and two more bottles of the good stuff. Put it on my tab.”

With a gruff noise of approval, he pointed to a door that said no entry at the back motioning for the two to hang back. 

“I’m not just going to follow you into a random room I have no fucking clue who you are.” Lucifer scowled. 

Pulling his head back, Vox’s emotions flickered to displeasure for a but a moment before switching to a sickly sweet charming voice. 

“Look I don’t know what your deal is wandering around on your own, Your Majesty. But unless you want to get swarmed by hell’s denizens, especially ones who despise you for the exterminations, you’re gonna wanna have your sulk fest in private. Besides, if you’ve got shit with Alastor of all people I can maybe be of assistance to you. Pretty killer deal wouldn’t you say?” Pointing the cigar out in his hands as he spoke he placed it into his impossible mouth before fumbling around to look for a lighter in his jacket, cursing out at his misplaced ignitor.

Leaning over with a lowered gaze Lucifer clicked his fingers from underneath to conjure up a flame and hold it under Vox’s cigar, watching as the cogs in his head turned to process what the king had done to take in a slow drag and hold the smoke against his tongue before exhaling out of the side of his mouth.

“At least give me your name before I follow you off to who knows where, idiot,” Lucifer chastised, grinning at the demon before him before slipping off the barstool. “Not that any sinner could do anything to me anyway.” He punctuated his sentence with a wink as he steadied himself on the floor. 

“Err right…Vox. Overlord of the Television Industry and one of the leading figures in this very Pentagram city. Have you really not heard of me? I am like, literally everywhere in this damn place.” Offering out his hand he took the king into a firm handshake before pulling back to take another drag of the cigar, an expression of displeasure for not being treated with the respect he thought he deserved.

“Oh ah, I don’t get out much, not really into the whole TV business either, scrambles the brain you know.” Motioning his hand in a swirling pattern aside his head before picking up his bottle from the counter and being escorted into the back room with his newfound compatriot.

“Riiiiiiight… god you sound just like that tacky prick, no offence.” Guiding his hand to hover behind the king’s waist he led them both through the door and down a narrow corridor to a room just off to the side from the back. 

“It’s just about the only damn thing we agree on, guess you’re the reason he hates it so much then?” Lucifer joked awkwardly as he was ushered through to the private sitting area.

“Oh no that guy has always been stuck in the past, just refuses any form of innovation…its why we errr, no longer see eye to eye.” A tinge of bitter remorse seemed to linger at the tip of the sinner’s tongue before he continued with his usual cocky demeanour, abruptly closing the door behind him.

The pair were both greeted with a relatively cosy back room, the furnishings a tad more updated than the rest of the decor in the establishment with a few armchairs dotted around with sleek blue and red furnishings to match. Thin television screens seemed to litter one of the walls and were noticeably out of place even for this room as though they had been added as an afterthought for the man in question. 

Not too soon after their arrival, a knock came on the door with what the demon had ordered, cooly he rose from the seat he had positioned himself in with cigar still in hand. He leant out of the door and spoke to the bartender in a hushed whisper, who seemed to scowl in response. That was- until Vox pulled out his wallet and proceeded to stuff a questionably large roll of cash into the imp’s front pocket and pat him off in a condescending manner. 

“What was that all about? You paid the guy off?” Lucifer raised an eyebrow, his expression twisted into a mix of confusion and suspicion.

“Yeah well as I keep saying , King of Hell comes wandering around a random street in the middle of my goddamn territory, discretion is key and you clearly have no sense when it comes to this shit. I errr no offence, Your Majesty.” Leaning against the door to close it he clicked the lock in place to time with his words.

“If you’re so damn important why were you just slumped off at the bar like a wreck? You can’t just tack on a little ‘Your Majesty’ and expect me to deal with you insulting me, and you say I’m just as bad as Alastor?” He huffed out, cigar brought to his lips so he could cherish the caress of nutty character in each puff. 

“Long day at the office, Valentino, my business partner, started ranting and raving about his little whore staying at your daughter’s hotel and I had enough of trying to deal with his crybaby bullshit. So sometimes I just walk out and come for a smoke and some whiskey.” 

Throwing himself back down into the armchair opposite the king he took in a few rapid drags of his cigar before puffing them upwards out of the way of his face, several sharp glitches in his screen acting up as he recounted his issues. 

“Then I hear fucking Alastor has been going around smashing my damn cameras for what? Sport? Goes skulking on back to the hotel where he is again, under the protection of Princess Morningstar.”

“Do you take issue with my daughter, lowly sinner ?” His grip seemed to tighten on the arm of the chair with the lick of flames spouting from his lips, every bit of his voice like a serpent bite dripping with venom.

“What? Fuck no I do not want to get in the way of what she’s doing at all. Believe me, I’m keeping Val on a leash so he doesn’t shoot the damn place up trying to drag Angel back to the office like every other week. I think…I think it’s good what she’s doing, sure I can’t really see myself being much help to her ‘road to redemption’ but yeah… better than the angels coming down and killing all of us right?” Vox lied through his teeth as easily as breathing, while he was usually exceptionally cool and collected with his words even he had his limits, that being the King of Hell sat next to him with an air of suspicion in his expression breathing down his neck like any words could be his last.

Lucifer settled down into a manner of cordiality once again, reaching his hand to pick up the bottle of Tomatin and refill his glass with a generous portion. His hands stopped for a while, tracking the overlord up and down trying to get a read on his demeanour before ultimately filling his glass as well, allowing him the benefit of the doubt for now.

“I don’t trust what you’re saying in the slightest, but I’ll repay you for the company at the very least,” He spoke flatly before his mind floated back to the very same demon that brought him here in the first place. Anger continued to bubble under his skin as he recounted the Radio Demon’s conceited attitude, hands threatening to crush the glass in his hands.

“But yes, Alastor at the hotel has caused me nothing but strife; he continues to try and drive a wedge between me and my daughter, criticises every tiny little thing I do and does not stop with his incessant comments trying to get a rise out of me. So I left just to get some air and somehow ended up here.”

“Yeah, sounds like that seedy bastard alright.” Vox gestured with his finger as he spoke, motioning to pick up the scotch glass and take a sizeable gulp before. “He disappears for seven fucking years after he fucked everything up with my plans and hides behind your daughter like a coward. Trust me he does not care about her at all he is absolutely trying to use her.” 

“You think I don’t know that already?” Lucifer grimaced, taking a drag of his cigar and almost immediately chasing it with a knockback of his drink.

“No, come on I don’t take you for an idiot, otherwise you’d be wrapped around his finger just like every other idiot who falls for that arrogant charm of his.” Quickly realising his words he tries to straighten himself out, the frazzle of electrical sparks jolting from his head. “Not that I think he’s charming or anything I- ugh…” Shutting himself up he took another swig from his glass and lowered his gaze.

Puzzled by his words at first, Lucifer stares down at his drink, swirling the liquid around as he remembers their argument from this morning. 

Just the way he couldn’t stop blanking out as he watched his lips curled up in that mocking simper of his, rattling on about his failure to Charlie, to his wife. How Alastor knew he was watching him. That every time those devilishly pointed claws would motion out towards him, and the way his knowing gaze would fall on him narrowed as if he were burning holes into his very mind. 

‘To just feel my hands on his throat, to just run my claws against his elegant frame and- ’

Suddenly the impatient clicking of the demon next to him drew him out of his trance, he turned with a jolt to look up at his expression to be met with something he didn’t quite expect. Vox looked at him…strange, with an air of almost acceptance albeit with reluctance in his approach to try and breach the king’s line of thought.

“So err…you too huh?” He mouthed out bitterly, wistfully looking off to the side with his cigar-laden hand resting against the corner of his screen. 

It took Lucifer a moment before it clicked in his head just what he meant.

“N-NO, definitely not…that.” Lucifer raised his voice in protest gesturing wildly to try and explain himself out of the situation before ultimately settling into the words he could admit to. “I fucking hate that guy, absolutely loathe him but-”

“ But? ” Vox said, almost sympathetically.

“Lately, it's been confusing…I know I still hate the guy but I’ve been ahhhhh, sometimes I just get these thoughts of my hands at his throat every time I watch that mouth of his curl into that damn smile and feeling…something else.”

“Wow, gotta say, it makes me feel a whole lot better knowing that even the King of Hell is bent out of shape from that intolerable cunt.” Taking another drag before stumping out the cigar he puffs out a series of circles before sighing into his hands.

“Oh thanks, really making a good impression here buddy.” Lucifer rolled his eyes before picking up the bottle to top up his drink, angling it towards Vox to offer him the same.

“My point still stands, Alastor seems to have this hold on people. Love or hate him, the moment you start thinking about him. He’s already won.” Taking the Tomatin from the king’s hand leisurely he empties the remains into his glass and brings it to his impossibly seeming mouth, chasing the whole glass down with a taut wince.

Tracing his fingers along the edges of his drink, Lucifer sits in contemplation with his brow furrowed. Watching as the ash collects on the end of his neglected cigar he places it into the ashtray alongside his drink, his head abuzz with all manner of thoughts that all ultimately settle on Alastor again.

“Tell me, is the reason you haven’t gone for revenge because of my Charlie? Or because you would lose anyway?” 

“Ouch, way to make a guy feel pathetic, Your Majesty. But no, if he were not under the protection of Princess Morningstar I would most certainly have dealt with him by now. You can trust me on that .” A slight overlaid echo in his voice seemed to screech up with his last words, the swirls of concentric circles spinning through his iris as his metal-tipped fingers bunched inwards.

There was a brief pause between them, both men taking the time to quietly contemplate on their current conversation, idly sipping on their drinks in relative silence with only the slight clink of ice in their glasses breaking the tension up. Lucifer’s face fell into a lowered glance, taking in the peculiar visage of the overlord before he piped up again.

“Theoretically, if I were to per say…give you an opportunity to take your revenge against him, what would you do to him?” He spoke trying to sound unbothered and blase, yet his expression betrayed him ever so slightly.

Blinking for a moment trying to acknowledge the king’s reply Vox tried not to break out into just the most wildly excitable grin from having Lucifer-fucking-Morningstar proposition him on making his tormentor suffer. With a slightly nervous adjustment of his bowtie, the overlord cleared his throat and chose his words ever so carefully, testing the waters with each utterance to try and tempt the devil himself into ruination alongside him.

“I would see to it that the Radio Demon would be nothing more than a fleeting story. I wouldn’t kill him, No that would be far too easy. I want to break him, to twist up his soul till he begs for mercy. And I would give it to him, knowing he would have to suffer the humiliation of defeat with every waking moment of his miserable eternity.” Lacing his fingers together, Vox leaned forward with his elbows resting against his knees. A nervous stammer in his leg tapped endlessly as he got lost in his recounting of a plan he had surely wound up in his head over and over again.

“Ugh, you really are just as bad as him, are all you overlords the same brand of asshole?”

“Can you please stop comparing me to that dickhead? Sure, I may be underhanded at the best of times but that’s just how hell works, you know, the one you created . But I am nothing like that snobbish prick.” His smarmy attitude came back out again in droves at the mere implication of resembling the other sinner, every word encased with a bite.

“Watch your tongue, I could smite you like crushing an insect.” Lucifer stared him down, scleras flaring up the darkest crimson as he stared at the demon who noticeably flinched back from his admission. 

“But you haven’t yet, I know Your Majesty sees something in me.” Vox held a hand to his chest as he bowed into his words, his gaze flickering up to stare dead at the king. “We share a common goal, an enemy, one that we both unfortunately share the same affliction for, if you catch my drift.”

“I told you it's not like that!” He snarled in protest, nearly jumping out of his seat till Vox brought his hand up to diffuse the situation.

“When you think of him, in anger, you feel it too don’t you? That sickening pooling feeling of wanting to push him down and-”

“-feel that lecherous body bent over screaming my name on those mocking lips…look I don’t know what your history is with him but…would that not make me just as bad as him if I were to abuse my power to subdue him? He’s trying to get that rise out of me with that knowing smirk every single fucking time I just. I just can’t take it much longer.” Lucifer threw his face into his hands completely bewildered by the words that had just fallen from his mouth.

“Your Majesty, if you are so kind as to indulge me in our ‘theoretical’ discussion. If you were to, oh I don’t know, secure him for us, maybe we could just see where those thoughts end up leading. Hypothetically speaking of course.”

“...you’re ‘hypothetically speaking’ on us both having our way with Alastor? As revenge against him?” With a raised eyebrow the angel leant back into his armchair, he felt the heat build-up in his cheeks at the thought and quickly chased the awkward feeling of the words on his tongue with the rest of his scotch.

“Look, all I’m saying is, I have soundproofed walls and angelic steel handcuffs I got forged by Carmilla Camine herself. Don’t you wanna wipe that filthy smirk off his face just once? Really stick it to that cocky prick? And if we get something out of it in return then hey, it's not like we can go to hell again, is it?” In a playful tone, Vox tried to make their potential actions seem more lighthearted than they actually were.

Lucifer swallowed. Hard. Could he really go through with this? Could he really take advantage of Alastor even after everything he had done?

Flashes back to the argument he had not long ago continued to wrack through his head like piercing daggers in his back. Every wound left by his words festered like maggots crawling up his back.

‘ Oh Lucifer, do you really think you can do anything in your pathetic state? You couldn’t even stop your wife from leaving, what makes you think Charlie wants you around when I already have given her everything you could not?’

Yet the words were just background noise to him now, all he could feel was the pulsing heat of the demon’s breath as he whispered into his ear. The way his lips practically teased the curves of his skin made him aflush with embarrassment as he heard that low, drawn-out laugh that seemed to caress his very soul with a tight embrace. A sonorous welling desire that couldn’t help but spark through him from the twisted smile he wanted to taste for himself in a passionate exchange.

‘ You’re such a disappointment, Your Majesty .’

Every last insult was like a kiss he couldn’t help but want to give back.

After much deliberation, he breathed out through his nose with an exasperated huff, a hand to his mouth encasing his insufflation. Rubbing against his chin, Lucifer picked up one of the unopened bottles and unscrewed the lid before taking an excessively long swig straight from the source and banging the bottom against the table.

“Alright, what’s the plan then, Vox? Tell me just how we trap the little fawn for our little game?” His smirk grew wide as he fully embraced the madness of the scenario, it could have just been from how inebriated he was himself, but the rush of finally letting go felt ever so right.

An indistinguishable chill pressed against Alastor’s left cheek, the initial shock of waking up in what felt like a strained partially upright position before the throbbing ache of a migraine searing behind the back of his eyes hit him. Still dazed and disorientated, he picked his gaze up from the surface before the registered pressure on his wrists kicked in. Through the blurred haze of his fatigue, he could make out circular bands that seemed to be threaded through the surface he was pressed up against and folded over. 

Buzzing radio static built up like bile in the back of his throat as he lurched forward to examine his predicament, the faint glower of the binds indicating there was some foul play in his capture. Trying to overextend his form did little use with whatever situation he was in, with his form only increasing in size enough for his claws to graze against the locks in a clumsy click.

Taking in a sharp breath, the demon had come to the conclusion he had been captured somehow. And for whatever reason they had him strapped to a table with his arms outstretched into the middle and his torso bent over such that his feet were still touching the floor. Blinking rapidly to try and goad his eyes into focusing on his hands he could just about make out the familiar etchings of Camilla Carmine steel wrapped around them.

‘ Shit! ’

How could he let his guard down like this? Who could even muster the strength to do such a thing in the first place? 

Wracking his brain for any manner of memory from the night before, fragmented recollections of surveying the hotel as he usually did late at night came to mind. Checking on the bar and dismissing Husker with a wave as he sat to indulge himself with a few lonesome fingers of rye and a jovial jazzy tune through the radio. Only someone else was there that night, only blotches of the memories of sharing a drink with them came to mind. 

Before he could figure out the bleary figure in his far-off dream a horrible pulsing ache came from the back of his head like a thunderclap. Further, his mind tumbled into obscurity as he tried to make which way of his bearings while keeping a manner of composure, he refused to lose this game even with his hands literally tied.

‘ You never know who’s watching after all… ’

Picking his head up his eyes managed to adjust to the room around him. It looked mostly empty; a windowless box with raffish azure illuminations flickering from above, the walls a distinct patterning of a rather unsavoury old compatriot. Paired with the overzealous use of recording equipment pinned in the corners of the ceiling.

‘ Vox , of course, that uncouth imbecile would try something like this.’

However, that still didn’t answer all of his questions. Sure It made perfect sense for Vox to have it out for him what with the mess he left him to clean up all those years ago and his refusal to join his shoddy gang of miscreants. Yet it did not make up for the gaps in his memory, especially considering the hotel was very much so warded from his influence. It would have to be someone from the inside, and with Sir Pentious gone, there was nobody pathetic enough to sink to this level. Sure- Angel could be controlled by his contract to Valentino, but he was far too incapable of such a feat, and he would undoubtedly know if Husker had slipped through his command. 

Flipping his face to the other side of his bindings to press his face back into the table's surface the overlord strained himself to deeply recount anything that could explain his situation.

‘The hotel’

‘The Bar’

‘The figure’ 

‘ Who was that figure? ’

Wetting his lips with the curl of his tongue, his parched throat and shoddy state seemed to imply he had drunk far more than he had intended. Had they given him something? Surely no sinner around is capable of such a feat. And the pain , that ache that just wouldn’t leave him, undoubtedly he had taken quite the blow to the back of his head. His hazed mind was making it exceedingly difficult to string thoughts together, if he were in a better state he was sure it would have all come together instantly. 

Again his train of thought was halted, only now by the slamming of a door behind him. Lowering his head to still his body he faked a deeper sense of disorientation as he listened out to the footsteps. Two? No, definitely four. 

Being so attuned to sound from his radio-centric repertoire, frequencies came naturally to him. And it was unfortunate that the drop in his stomach came immediately from the quiet clicking of black-heeled boots, the distinct steps of a certain fallen angel entering and closing the door behind him.

‘Oh my, so my other captor is Lucifer, is it? That explains at least part of it. But he has nothing to gain working with Vox, this is a clear detriment to his daughter's plans.’ He mused to himself, trying not to let the rising panic overtake his cool demeanour.

“There’s no use pretending to sleep Al, I’m sure you’ve spotted all the cameras already.” Vox’s smug voice came from behind him, maybe a few ways off from the back of him, he felt his legs tense up at feeling so exposed from behind.

“Oh believe me if it weren’t for these binds I would have fried your shitty cameras Vox. Pray tell, just how did you rope our dear little monarch Lucifer into your useless plans?” He snarled, banging his wrists against the table with a click as he straightened his legs out that had nearly buckled from exhaustion.

“How did you even know it was me?” Lucifer’s voice seemed stilled but still perplexed, his circling round to catch the sinner's eye in full view now with a devious grin spread across his lips, every snap of his heel like glass shatter against the concrete floor.

“Wear less gaudy shoes next time, if you weren't so focused on those last little inches of your height maybe you’d be less easy to figure out.” Alastor sneered, a deep-set glare directed at the angel’s expression.

Silence fell for a moment until Lucifer seemed to tilt his head into his mocking smile, pacing back around to stand aside him before threading his claws into his hair. Flinching away from the touch Alastor tried to shake the angel’s hold, the aggressive quiver of his snarl shaking in his lip as he felt his hair being softly caressed as though he were petting a wounded animal. 

That was until- he felt his grip sharply tighten, Lucifer bunching his fur into his fist and slamming his face into the table. Feeling his nose crumble into the metal surface he was sure it was partially broken already, pustules of blood already breaching the confines of his face and trickling down his mouth and onto the table.

“You know Alastor you’d actually be alright if it wasn’t for that incessant tongue of yours, hold it before I rip it from your mouth.” Pulling his head back up by the strands he forcibly twisted the demon’s neck to face him, still unchanged in his sadistic glee.

Alastor couldn’t help but swill around the blood that seemed to pool at the back of his throat, scrunching up his mouth before spitting it back in Lucifer’s face as a retort. Immediately he was dropped back down as the angel rubbed his sleeve into his face to try and clear himself up with an irritated groan.

“So what? After all I’ve done for your daughter, you’re just gonna kill me with this pathetic waste of space? No, that's definitely not your game, is it? Otherwise, you’d have ended me long before it came to this. So I direct this to you, Vox, this idea has your tacky flair all over it, just what deal did you make with Lucifer?” Trying his best not to sound pained he flipped over his head to look at the other overlord who was standing far too close for comfort just off to the other side of him.

“Astute observation, old pal ,” Vox retorted mockingly. “But what we’ve got going on here isn’t bound by any chains, just a little agreement between two men who share a common goal.”

“And what would that be I wonder?” Alastor rolled his eyes before feeling one of his legs kicked out from underneath him, his legs being spread wide by the demon towering over his bent over frame, hissing in dissatisfaction as he tried to right himself with little success.

“Mutual,” Vox whispered into his ear dangerously close.

“Curiosity.” Lucifer shot back mumbling into his other, finishing the sentence.

The jolt of hot breath against both his tufts of hair made him shudder, slightly overwhelmed by the proximity. Shifting around, the claustrophobia of the two on either side of him in this vulnerable state bubbled up, his tail perking up alert from the danger. Trying not to show weakness he straightened out his parted legs so as to not buckle at the knees and looked either side of him as he spoke.

“Curiosity?” He spat out another globule of blood across the table with his grin bared. “Are you both going to stand there being cryptic or are you actually going to deliberate your plans with me?”

“Ever the impatient one aren’t you Al?” Lucifer chided, the grasp of his hand snaking down to pick up his chin to make him look at him as he casually leaned over the table, his face in alarming propinquity to his own. 

Alastor went to make a retort till he felt Vox’s hand grip his waist, stroking along the sides of his hips eliciting a surprised whine from his lips. His mouth slightly parted only being opened further by Lucifer’s thumb guiding it open and pushing against his tongue ever so slightly.

“Hah, just look at him, he’s practically built for this kind of stuff isn’t he, such sinful hips. I bet you love teasing people with these, don’t you Al?” Vox rolled his own crotch to press up against his ass for a moment before pulling back with a chuckle.

“And really, what a slutty little mouth he has, opening up like that so easily. Blood looks good on you Al, it really is your colour.” With his mouth still agape, Lucifer took a swipe of a claw against his reddened wet lips and brought it to his own, making sure to make eye contact as he licked up the blood with his tongue.  

And finally, all of the thoughts came crashing down for him at once. They had intended on using him for pleasure, and it had dawned on him that he may have taken his teasing remarks with them just a little bit too far.

While he had noticed the way both men seemed to look at him with the same salacious glimmer and pressed tension he was sure neither would act on their interests. Especially not to this degree. And he couldn’t deny while he wasn’t one for indulgent acts most of the time, he enjoyed the power he felt from having gazes fall on him in such a way. Usually, when a demon propositioned him it was easy to feign ignorance or brush aside their advances while still keeping them tethered for his amusement. 

This was undoubtedly out of his control. For now.

With very limited options on display his gaze looked back to the cuffs, if he could just get his claws in that lock he might be able to break the join and escape. Vox he might have been able to string on long enough to keep occupied. But Lucifer? Lucifer was a wholly different beast as reluctant as he was to admit it. While the idea of indulging them doesn’t exactly outright disgust him from a physical standpoint, he loathes the idea of them having power over him in any regard. 

“This feels like one of the poorly written plots to the films Angel is forced to make, though I suppose that’s par for the course with you involved, Vox.” He sneered, mock writhing around to make it look like he was still putting up a fight.

“Aww is the big bad Radio Demon trying to pipe up? You’ve always been such a horrible tease Alastor.” The television demon hissed out with a sultry sarcasm as he hooked his claws into the belt loops of his pants and tugged at them threateningly.

Alastor instinctively tried to shift away from his brazen acts, settling his gaze back up to Lucifer who he couldn’t deny looked devilishly handsome coated in his blood.

‘Wait handsome? Get it together you can’t be thinking like this right now.’ He admonished himself mentally as his eyes tracked that impossibly long forked tongue of his. 

“Making a mess of you will be so much fun,” Lucifer smirked, pulling on his chin again to arc his head upwards as he lowered his gaze further.

“Hah! Do your worst, you think you two will be able to break my resolve? Pathetic, all of this just for a little gratification. I didn’t think you’d be so obsessed.” Drawing out every last word with an arrogant smugness, Alastor crunched up his brow with a sneer.

Before he could even continue with his insults he felt a hand immediately snake up to roughly grip his tail, uncharacteristically yelping in response from the unexpected contact as Vox let his claws lace through the soft tufts of fur.

“Ah looks like he’s a little sensitive here.” Vox leaned in close, his hips and back pressed up against Alastor’s own as he stroked up and down the base. “ How cute.” 

“Ngh!” He groaned from the contact, fidgeting from the swirling mix of emotions that seemed to come from the pit of his stomach as he helplessly tried to flatten himself against the table to minimise their connection.

Lucifer kept his face in place, leaning over the surface with his mouth barely inches from his own.

“Play nice for me won’t you Alastor? I’ll let you taste the sin of Eden itself, ruination in physical form.” Crawling up atop the table to swing his body around in a sitting position he lends down and presses his lips to the demon while holding him up by the chin in a tightened grip.

First taken aback Alastor’s eyes grew wide unable to process how to approach properly, yet his body moved on instinct to meet the energy he was given. It was hard to tell if it was enjoyment or pure survival instinct from his captured state but he let the king invade him every which way possible, his mouth automatically falling open enough to feel Lucifer’s tongue slipping inside and fonding his own with gentle curls. 

Feeling his blood coating their mouths he thought it was only fair to let the angel shed some ichor too, taking the chance to tease his teeth into piercing the flesh slightly. At first, Lucifer jerked back, looking as though he were going to reprimand him until he felt the pushback of an even more violent and passionate exchange swell up inside him. Little trailing bites against his lips and more forceful writhings of his tongue letting the blood bloom between them and mix together.

That one little drop of pearlescent cruor made his pupils blow wide with need as he hungrily licked and sucked against the one assaulting his mouth with such dizzying eroticism. Straining his neck out and pushing on his heels, he moved closer to Lucifer to try and chase the high he was experiencing until his thoughts were uncharacteristically cut short by a throb in his lower half. 

Immediately he straightened up and tried to pull away till he felt the grip on his tail grow tighter and another hand palming at his clothed ass.

“Seems like someone is already a little excited aren’t you Al? Didn’t think you’d be so keen for touch already.” Vox piped up as he reached around with his hand to unbuckle his belt, skillfully flipping the clasps open with little resistance.

Lucifer moved to gaze at Alastor’s reddened complexion, his cheeks illuminated with rosiness already. A lecherous grin spread across his lips as he gently mouthed at the Radio Demon’s open jaw, letting the rolls of his panting dance against his own.

“Oh believe me I can already tell Vox, it’s a shame you’re missing out on this view, though I’m sure you’ll be able to watch it back later.” Smugly he retorted as his eyes glanced up to the cameras.

In a fruitless attempt, Alastor tried to distort his visage with little success, the angelic handcuffs limiting his ability to shift his appearance as desired. 

“I’ll make you regret the moment you decided to try and point those ridiculous things at me, old pal.” He managed to spit out between laboured breaths, though his face was directed to look at Lucifer his words were undoubtedly for his former friend.

“And how exactly do you think you’ll do that then?” Vox grinned as he tugged at his pants again, the jolt against his half-hard appendage making his breaths strain through his teeth.

Noticing the desperate attempts to contain his voice from Lucifer teasing him, Vox dropped his focus, instead moving both his hands to palm at Alastor. Caressing against his legs and encircling his crotch, the demon made a grab at his cock through his clothes and buzzed up in delight at the sinner’s unfortunate reaction to their touching.

“Oh shit Lucifer he’s already getting hard. Fuck me Al if I knew you were into stuff like this I would have tried it on with you sooner.” He joked as he squeezed and pressed against him, his own hips grinding into the demon with carnal desperation.

“No, stop I-” Another attack against his lips cut off Alastor, the angel’s mouth pressed to his once more as his hands snaked to put pressure against his neck.

With an elated rumble in his throat, Lucifer finally got his wish as he felt the tightening panic of the demon in his grasp, keenly rutting against Vox’s palm and upwards into the table to try and lose himself in the kissing. Letting some of his fingers thread into the demon’s hair Alastor practically whined into his mouth from the stimulation. Embarrassed heat aflush in his features as he ground up into the other overlord’s grip, trying his best to balance himself between compliance and annoyance. His ears flattened against his head in disgust in himself yet he still could not stop the way he wanted to keep chasing the feeling either way.

Clicking his tongue, the television demon was clearly already getting frustrated at having to share the attention. Here he finally had Alastor bent over for him yet the pleasure he was undoubtedly chasing wasn’t out of keenness for himself but for the other who even made this all possible. So in retaliation, he roughly tore down Alastor’s trousers, letting them slump to his ankles as he pried away his underwear and let his hardened cock spring up into the cool air. With a blue-tipped claw, he circled around the head and pressed into it as the first dribbles of pre-cum already began to leak from the tip.

“Oh he is looking, exceptionally ready for some more attention, you should see just how excited he already is Lucifer.” 

‘ Shit, shit, shit, shit I don’t know if I’m ready for this.’ Alastor recounted in his head, his legs pressed together in welling shame as he continued to feel the pressure of Vox’s fingers gently gliding across the supple skin of his shaft.

Parting their mouths a thin trail of saliva and swirling blood connected their mouths, it snapping back as Lucifer pulled away to duck his head under the table. He almost excitedly lit up with a mischievous glimmer spread across his features before he flipped his body downwards to get a better look. Being unable to see the angel only continued to stir Alastor’s nerves as he felt the jolt of another clawed hand press up to touch him gingerly. 

“Oh, you weren’t kidding. Hey Vox! Switch with me! Let me tease him here and you can ruin his mouth. He feels very well-trained, only bites a little bit but I’m sure you can handle it.” He smirked and he planted himself on his knees on the ground between his legs to marvel at the reddened cock angled at his face.

“What? No, I still haven’t had my fun yet, but hmm you can stay there for now I’ve got an idea.” Moving his fingers away for a moment he rubs them together, and from it slight sparks of electricity start to generate.

Alastor pulls at the binds upon hearing the sound, the slight panic rising in his chest as he can’t see either man until he feels a prickling jolt immediately shoot through his leaking appendage. A low moan tumbles from his lips upon the impact as his cock jumps up in interest, his face buried into his own shoulder from embarrassment as again he feels another sharp tingle rush through him.

“Alright Lucifer, put your mouth to work for me, I’ll make things more interesting.” He leaned down to make eye contact with the sin that was keenly bouncing on his heels with his mouth open expectantly already, both of the men grinned at each other as their plan came into action.

Like instinct, Lucifer slid his tongue out to gently flick at the tip of his cock, slight pepperings of kisses and rolled tongue motions barely grazing the surface. In unison, Vox cupped his balls to fondle them, generating little pulses of shocks to send through the subtle skin while running another hand to grip at the sweet flesh of his inner thigh.

Feeling the pressure of the pair teasing him from both avenues left Alastor reeling, uncontrolled choked waves of pleasure threatened to waiver his determination already. Every jump from the shocks like a sweet electric caress made him instinctively thrust outward and directly into the welcoming mouth of the angel on his knees. Even the way the underside of his dick rubbed against his tongue felt like a bliss he couldn’t help but want to pursue with all his vigour, thoughts already becoming clouded as he lets the pair ravage him.

‘ No, I have to keep focus, I can’t let them know…just how good it feels. ’ While his mind may not have betrayed him fully, his body was already growing more responsive with every intentionally placed touch and stroke.

Vox pressed a finger into the meat of his thigh and charged another jolt again, with a squeeze he continued to grope at him.

“Look at you Alastor, rutting into his mouth like such a dirty little whore,” Vox leaned upwards to trail a drawn-out angled lick across his neck, shockwaves sparking from his tongue against his skin making him shudder even more. “I’ll make sure the name you’re moaning at the end of this is mine and mine alone.”

“Fuck you.” He spat out, though his voice was cut short from his vulgarity by a rasped exhale as Lucifer took more of the length in his mouth, his tongue swirling around the head steadily.

With a pop, the angel pulled his mouth off to make a retort, using his fingers to spread his saliva down the shaft with a few rolling pumps of his wrist.

“Don’t forget about me little doe, I best hear my name on your lips instead or I might just get a little more,” Lucifer motioned out to make a gestured bite with his mouth, an immediate chill jolting through Alastor’s body as he nervously listened out for his continuation. “Violent.”

“I swear on my life I won’t give either of you the satisfaction.” Through laboured breaths Alastor managed to stammer out, his legs straightening out from their slightly limp state.

“Hah! We’ll see about that.” Vox mocked as he positioned himself in a slight kneeling position as he groped and spread apart his ass cheeks, still lightly fondling the tufts of Alastor’s tail. 

“Ah! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing down-” Immediately, Alastor was cut off by his own yelp as he felt the caress of Vox’s tongue swipe across his entrance, his tail pulled up high by his other hand still eliciting little jolts with each motion.

Instinctively, the sinner thrust his hips forward and back against Lucifer’s eager mouth hollowing out to suck against the tip. Another ashamed moan pushed through his gritted teeth as he clenched his bound fists, thrashing them against the table between his strained panting.

Knees buckling back down again from the sheer tension, Alastor couldn’t help but bite back his whimpers from the dustings of hot breath and electric sparks showering his sensitive hole, with every glide of that impossible mouth making him lurch further down the angel’s throat. Intensive heat from both ends made his head spin with their targeted pleasure, the thrum of cackling glee against his ass as Vox’s tongue sparked and swirled all in one sent him reeling. Every last little bump and grind against Lucifer’s dexterous tongue that seemed to almost coil and spring around his shaft with the bob of his head was like endlessly chasing the mirage of an oasis not too far in the distance.

“Nghhhh…” His teeth gritted, pressing his forehead into the cool metal of the surface with his fingers flexing out and curling in on themselves in senseless jutting against the cutting pressure in his wrists.

‘ Come on, keep it together, if I can just get my claws into that lock I can break these binds .’ 

Trying with all his might to keep a collected state of mind he raised his gaze to stare at the handcuffs, eyeing up the keyhole and attempting with little success to guide one of his sharpened claws at such an angle to press into the hole.

Again another relentless assault came, with Vox ever so gently curling the tip of his tongue to trace along the entrance. Shivering little pulses danced from each concentric motion daring to make the muscles twitch from all the little flickers and teases. Keeping his ass steady with the hold on his tail; he threaded his azure-tipped claws into the scarlet plumose, gliding his fingers to rub into the hardened tailbone that twitched from each featherlike contact.

Not wanting to be beaten in this exchange, Lucifer met the controlling overlord’s enthusiasm with his own, pressing Alastor’s hardened weeping cock to the back of his throat in earnest. Tears began to pool at the corners of his eyes as he hummed with delight, the vibrations alone sending the sinner in his grasp absolutely insane. Yet still did the angel push for further ruination, his merciless sucking against the shaft paired with the dartings of his tongue exploring all of the inches of his throbbing erection. He couldn’t help but steady himself by gripping onto Alastor’s thighs, the initial contact making the sinner arch upwards from the table with a startled groan.

Before the radio demon could bring himself to settle back down again, Vox grinned into his teasing, finally parting the opening to Alastor’s slick entrance with another charged shot. A jolt promptly ran through him all the way up his spine as continuous searing flares of electricity made their way into the once untouched walls of his insides. Alastor strained out several splutters of shock against the table, his face sinking back into the surface. 

“Hah…Hah…Hahhh.” Moans spilt from his lips like the showers of a waterfall flowing endlessly, scrunching up his eyes as he tried again to slip his hand to the lock to little avail once more. Neither of his partners seemed to notice yet the clink of chains echoed through the room amongst the vulgar wet noises of the demon coming apart in their hands.

Testing the resolve of the sinner becoming pliant before him, Vox let out a particularly strong jolt of electricity through his fingertips up to the back of his tail. Alastor’s back arched forward almost winding himself with the slam of his stomach into the table edge. And with it, his cock couldn’t help but pound into the soft caress of Lucifer’s warm throat, sticky oozes of pre-cum painting his tastebuds.

Not being able to see either gentleman only made their touch burn brighter, prickling intensity awash over him as the crashing waves of pleasure refused to draw back. Panic seemed to rise in his chest as he couldn’t tell anymore if he could hold onto his waning sanity. Never before had he considered himself one to enjoy such boorish practices, especially not with multiple people at once. Be that as it may, he felt himself wanting to grind deeper into both of them at once. Their duo assault wholy degrading yet somehow thrilling all at once.

Shaking his head, Alastor tried to snap himself out of the lustful haze only for a particularly lewd moan to be drawn out of him as the king suctioned his cheeks in to grip tighter to his shaft. Ever so slightly he teased the edges with his teeth, not enough to mar the skin but just so he could get Alastor to writhe for him further.

“Fuck… Lucifer .” The sinner groaned while riding the high of the slight twinge of pain granted to him.

Rumbling from the angel’s throat came from a victorious laugh as he pulled away to taunt the other overlord for his successes.

“Hmmm looks like I won this round Vox, he said my name first.” He grinned peeking his head over to take in his annoyed expression.

Frazzles of static blew through his screen as he scowled at the fallen angel. Though knowing getting in a pissing contest with the king of hell when his mouth was rooted firmly in his sworn enemy’s tight asshole, he decided to let it slide—rolling his eyes with a bit of an elated huff before prying open the sweet muscle. Swallowing some of the trailing saliva from his keen obsessive need to please the deer demon, he sent another pulse of electricity into his asshole and rode through the shudders with his mouth enthused by the needy whines the demon tried to hold back.

Another missed swipe at the lock and Alastor groaned part in annoyance part in sweet bliss as much as he wished to deny it.

“You…have no victory…over me, miserable invalids.” His choked moans were filled with disgust, honeyed ecstasy barely being held back now as he intuitively ground his hips back and forth to feel the rush of their touch once more.

“I wouldn’t exactly say that Al.” Vox hummed into him, pulling his mouth away to marvel at his slick puckered entrance twitching for attention. 

Circling his pointed claw across the muscle gathering up the remnants of his own saliva, the television demon let out a devious snicker before he breached the hole with ease. A series of tumbling strained breaths echoed through the room as Alastor’s knees grew even limper than before, pressing his legs together automatically as his hips bucked into the angel’s mouth from the pressure inside.

Crooning his finger inward, Vox teased his hole open further before continuing with his electrical impulses. He sent small shockwaves through his fingertip and pressed against the delicate walls eliciting a tensed bite back of amorous panting from the sinner in his grasp. Again Vox reached for his tail, steadily keeping his motions in sync as he curled inside him while stroking his fur from top to base. 

“ Vox… shit…” Alastor rasped out, he tried to angle his head back to shoot a glare at the other sinner but was ultimately halted by the binds.

“Say it louder for me, I wanna hear you say my name, Al.” He teased as he explored his insides more, massaging against his entrance to spur him on to open up further.

“Hah…Hah…Hah…fuck…off…” He stammered back, his stomach slumped against the metal as the tension in his body continued to attack him from all angles.

Lucifer snaked a hand upwards to cup at his balls, massaging them between his fingers as he let out a noise of disapproval from hearing him say the other’s name. He removed his mouth from its position and brought back out his forked tongue to flicker against the sensitive head, using his other hand to stroke his lubricious shaft to pump out more of the sticky pre-cum leaking from the tip. 

Alastor continued to circle his hips unconsciously into the touch of each man, his nails extending out and driving into the metal surface hard enough to leave scratch marks at this point from the euphoric sensations continuing to subdue him at every corner. Still, he tried to keep his focus on the handcuffs, not knowing at this point if he could even find a way to break them with the point of his claws.

With another devious cackle, the overlord sank his finger into the knuckle and began curiously exploring his insides until he managed to find his sweet spot. Pressing down slightly to test his theory, he felt the slight convulsions of the sinner squirming against him, trapped whimpers finally breaching his lips. 

‘ What is he even doing to me? It feels so…strange.’ Alastor’s brain was fried from the unusual touch, his strained voice growing louder with each croon of the finger pressed inside him.

Static built up in his fingertips again, and with every curl of his finger he sparked against the rounded lump, and with it, the radio demon couldn’t stop the overflow of moans like a sweet serenade. Sharp jolts like he was teasing him with his teeth building up the pressure in his lower half as he endlessly thrusts his finger against the supple flesh. Alastor lurched forward to again press his cock into Lucifer’s face, smears of sticky ooze decorating his cheeks with a glossy lustre that he lapped up greedily.

“The pretty little doe is making such delightful noises, it won’t be long until we break him, I can’t wait to ruin you with my hands at your throat Alastor.” Lucifer hummed from beneath them both, licking a long stripe across the slit of his cock as he brought his mouth to delicately tease the tip with controlled bites. 

“T-Then why are you delaying? Just get it over with so I can leave and we can n-never speak of this again.” Alastor’s words came in short succession, intermingled with the heaving of his chest and squirming of his weakened body. 

“Where’s the fun in that? We don’t just want to fuck you up, we want you to be a complete wreck, we want you to beg for your release before we take every last inch of your body for ourselves.” Vox quipped up from his focused task, making sure to send a particularly large jolt of electricity into his prostate as he spoke of his ruination. 

Arching his back off the table, another cry escaped his lips, his claws flexed out as his hooves against the floor buckled into the weakness of his knees. Righting himself as soon as he could, his tail and ears turned downwards as he rode out the wave of pleasure. Alastor could barely focus on which avenue, be it Vox’s or Lucifer’s teasing at this point, his mind ever clouded in blissful highs.

Though all was not lost, with that one movement the positioning of his wrists had shifted such that the lock was right in front of his clawed fingers. Finally, his gaze lifted from his ashamed state, extending his pointer finger to trace the keyhole.

‘If I can just force myself into this spot I can break free, distracting them should be more than easy at this point.’ He mused to himself, his once slightly fallen perpetual smile drawing ever higher as he managed to shake out of his rapturous haze. 

“All of this useless prattle will get you nowhere, empty words and empty threats. The pair of you prideful ingrates are just spitting nonsense to make up for your utter lack of tact.” While he tried to sound threatening in his insults, it ultimately fell flat between his heated whines and breathless cursings.

“Hmmm no point trying to sound so brave when your tight asshole is sucking me in so eagerly Al, you think I can’t feel just how weak you are to this right now?” Curving his finger inwards to the hilt, Vox encircled the pressure spot with more electrical impulses as he spoke, squeezing his tail with his other hand again to elicit a whine from the demon.

Before he could make a secondary retort, Lucifer rolled his tongue against the base of his dick, forcing the shaft down his throat and quickening the pace of his flickers and teasing bites. Skillfully he manoeuvred his fingers to caress and fondle each bit of the delicate skin of his balls. 

Unrestrained indulgent sobs burst out his lungs like a popped balloon, Alastor’s mouth hung open, tongue lolled out from his quivering mouth panting erratically. Rasps of air were drawn in sharply at every turn as he twitched from the pressure of those pristine canines ever so slightly putting pressure against his skin. He never knew pain could feel so thrilling, unwillingly relishing in the sensual gratification it gave him.

Intermittently Vox switched between twirling his electrical shocks against his sweet spot and grinding his claw with a rolling motion out of his slick hole, motioning to tease him further by pressing a second digit into the entrance. A shaky yelp breaches Alastor’s lips as his body stretches out from the two fingers pushing into him, with Vox impatiently scissoring his digits to work the muscle open further.

“What are you doing…nghhh!-” Alastor whined, his hips tensing up and rutting away into the warm caress of Lucifer’s throat.

“I’m just making sure you’ll be able to take my beast later on,” Chuckling balefully, Vox drew his hand away from the flocculent threads of the sinner's tail to palm at his own crotch, slight buzzing pings illuminating his screen in fervour. “Though I’m sure I’ll need more than just two fingers for that.”

Mixes of sudden pain melded into the symphony of pleasure in Alastor’s gut making him lurch forward, nearly pushing the lock away from him entirely as he strained against the frore table. Shame welled up in the sinner’s chest as he burrowed his face into the crook of his shoulder practically screaming out his frustrations into his heated self embrace. Yet still he couldn’t help but luxuriate in the way they touched him, apprehension and desire muddied in a cesspool of emotions swirling through him.

“Won’t you choke on my cock little doe? I have my ways of making sure you don’t bite.” Lucifer giggled as he shifted up higher on his knees, quickening the pace of his onslaught against him, the rhythm of his skilful movements making Alastor writhe uncontrollably.

With two fingers separating his clenched muscle apart, the demon couldn’t hold back his moans any longer, drool seeping from his mouth as he tried to bite back all manner of sound. Pooling tension in his lower half was leading to a crescendo of release, unconstrained jerks of his hips with every shock and bite from each end leading him to an electric arcadia. 

Willing himself to finally tear his face away from cover, he subtly checked to make sure neither man would notice as he masked his slight hand movements with a drawn-out moan before fixing his claw right into the keyhole. With a little fiddling, he felt about blindly for the intricacies of the locking mechanism, mapping out just where to press to snap the insides.

Not wanting to draw more suspicion he mustered up the courage to respond to Lucifer’s taunting, though unrefined he had still hoped to keep the angel’s focus on himself and not the noise he was making just above.

“If you put that thing near my mouth trust me, my teeth will be the least of your worries.” Though Alastor flushed up at his own retort, thinking about how uncharacteristically flirtatious it came out given his laboured panting and slight keen noises laced between his words.

He could practically feel the spreading grin of the angel from around his cock, him halting his movements entirely to tease the tip with pin-prick licks and slight mouthings of his teeth. 

“Be honest with me Alastor, you fuck with me because you want me, don’t you?” I feel hot under the collar every time you give me those looks, is the feeling…mutual?” He taunted gleefully, pressing his thumb against the slit to smear the milky spend that had started to gather at the tip.

‘What is he even saying? I don’t have a look…do I?’ Flitting through his memories of his interactions with the king he couldn’t help but linger on their last interaction. He didn’t think he looked at the king with anything other than unbridled glee from his suffering, while yes he played into his blatant attraction to him, but he chalked it up to part of the act. 

Yet having him on his knees practically worshipping his cock for the sake of driving him to euphoria, even the demon was second-guessing himself. He couldn’t deny the angel was beautiful, to be the progenitor of sin and hold such vast power while being so ruthlessly pathetic, his whole being was incredibly fascinating to him-

Breaking his possible eureka moment; he felt Vox press into him a little too roughly, nearly scratching his insides with his claws from his obvious jealousy from pondering thoughts. Over and over he sent more shocks into his prostate, massaging it to the point of milking his sweet spot, with each jolt like a lightning bolt through his whole body and making him quake. If he were not tied to this table he surely would have sunk to his knees by this point, the weakness in his legs like jelly from the ruthless teasing.

“Don’t forget why we’re here Lucifer.” He snarled with envy, crooning his fingers with increased vigour and hitting him with higher-intensity shocks each time.

“Yes, we’re here because I dictate it so, l̵̪͒o̸̠͎̦̖̣̊͠w̸̛̖̓̆l̵̝̲̾̀́y̵̛͈̻̆͗̏̍ͅ ̴̬̜́s̵̫̳̅͂i̸̤̠͈̗̖͑̊̕͝n̴̛̖͍̫̽̓͗n̵̨͇̲̪͚̆ė̶͙r̶͕̗̖̉͒.” Lucifer’s voice reverberated as though it were layered on top of one another several times, somehow the rumble in his throat against Alastor’s cock made him moan even louder, chills from both caution and sheer delight in watching someone talk down to that useless picture box of an overlord.

“Ah fuck, whatever just help me finish off this prick so I can fuck him already.” His keen hands had already snaked into his own pants, stroking his own throbbing appendage and sending synchronised shocks to both himself and Alastor with every motion of his wrists. Flashes of pixels were going haywire from the emotional and physical pleasure mixing into one.

Erratic movements from both the king and the overlord grew ever more intense, the assault on Alastor’s senses like blinding lights searing into his eyes as his throaty wailing was unrestrained, choked sobs wracked through his lungs from the sheer force of sexual satisfaction that continued to tear through him. 

With his sweet spot being mercilessly milked for all he could possibly manage, and his cock grinding into that ever so-tantalising throat he was practically holding back shrieks. He bit into his lip enough to split the skin right down the middle just to draw his mind into any sense of normality as he fiddled with the mechanisms of the lock again. 

Buzzing titillation rose up in his hips till he was trembling from the weight of it all, his head grew dizzy and his mouth tinged with blood and saliva gushing from all manner of angles. Sharp shocks with every press made him jut against the table, bending and breaking as his subconscious drifted further away from his body. The warm wet heat of Lucifer’s throat caressed every manner of his cock as though it were enveloped in sweet nectar, thrusting endlessly into his own downfall.

It was transcendent, debauched and utterly obscene. 

Yet still they did not waver, through his wracked howls they continued to stimulate every possible angle of the demon, the pressure building up and up and up until finally-

Click

‘Yes! Finally!’ Free from his binds the elation welled up inside him, hastily making work to free his wrist from the other end with the slight spiriting of his shadowy form. 

Still, he did not move however, he couldn’t seem to understand why. But in that very moment, he felt frozen in place. He was finally able to leave but he couldn't deny how much he wanted to chase that last little inch of pleasure to feel release from it all. While his cuffs may be broken, he was still mentally chained to the pleasure they so graciously decided to force upon him. 

With his newfound freedom, he seemed to find himself able to grind himself further into both men, the motion of his rolling hips hitting just about every possible spot of pleasure in his body. Luckily they hadn’t seemed to notice, focusing on driving him to maddening heights with their movements. And he was sure if he let them continue for much longer they would achieve said dream. 

Just as he had gained his bearings it had felt as though he had lost them again to the ache for desire welling inside him, in his euphoric victory he had become distracted from the race to the end he had unwillingly signed up for. With Vox’s static massages against his inner walls and Lucifer ceaselessly sucking and stroking his cock, he fell right into their hands, like putty to be moulded to their shape.

Undignified howls tore through his throat as Alastor reached his breaking point, screeching radio feedback distorting his figure into several glitching chains of jolting movements. Like fireworks, all manner of sense melted into the explosive wonderment of the sparks flying through him. Several ropes of the sticky translucent fluid shot out to coat the back of Lucifer’s tongue, with the angel forcing his mouth down to the hilt to let as much of the sinner’s release be taken in by him. A pleased murmur around his shaft vibrated through him as the angel’s tongue lapped up the remnants of the milky spend. 

Vox couldn’t help but laugh as he watched Alastor’s body slump down to his knees, pulling his soaked fingers from his tight asshole and making a pass to steady his hands on the sinner's hips— that was until he realised something was incredibly off about this scenario. Lucifer's eyes widened and he stared at the blissed-out demon who had gone limp for a moment staring up at the wall as though his soul had left his body, dick still twitching and leaking fluid.

“Hey wait…” Vox questioned the bizarre scenario, cock still in his hand halting his palming as he studied the figure before him.

In an instant all the bulbs in the room shattered, crystalline showers like rainfall clattering to the ground as the dizzying illuminations of the room were plunged into darkness. Several hissing static-like noises followed and with it, the popping of crushed video cameras was set off one after another. With only Vox’s face as a light source, he peered into the flickering shadows, rapidly searching for the radio demon who should have been doubled over right in front of him.

“Fuck, Lucifer! Can you see him?”

Clicking his fingers, the angel summoned a flickering flame held delicately above his fingertips, scanning the room yet silence fell in the cimmerian shade. Scintillations of glass shimmer against the flames.

“Looks like he managed to slip out of the cuffs while we were distracted, broke right through the damn lock.” Lucifer’s voice came from above the table, his hand held above the binds where the keyhole had been forcible jammed open.

“Shit, shit, shit, fuck what are we gonna do? That asshole is going to broadcast what we did everywhere.” Vox cursed over and over in his stress, his screen whirling through several pop-ups and error messages as he fixed himself up and rose from the floor.

“I think you’re greatly underestimating how prideful he is, you really think the radio demon is going to admit that the two of us both captured and had our way with him?”

“Quite right Lucifer.” A voice came from the darkness in the corner of the room, he was still lingering it seemed.

The pair spun around to the sound in question before losing sight of him again, him melting into the shadows with a devious cackle.

“I must say that was a rather interesting show you decided to put on for me, such a shame I must be leaving so soon. I won’t speak of this little incident so long as you both keep your mouths shut all the same. Wouldn’t want your jealous business partner or a certain someone’s daughter finding out just how you planned to take advantage of me now, would we ?” Alastor’s eyes seemed to lower through the murky dusk, inflexions of his voice laced with poison.

“You wouldn’t dare,” Lucifer growled, his flames flicking up to encircle his sprouting horns.

“Oh but I would, and I have every right to after being so ungraciously assaulted.” Even in the pitch black, he could still feel that mocking simper tracking his every move, a dramatic hand placed to his chest as he spoke.

Lucifer bit back his response, his head slumping in his flushed shame knowing he was right.

“You tacky prick! I’ll fucking fry your brain when I get my hands on you!” Vox shouted out into whatever corner he could vaguely sense his voice from.

“Hmmm I don’t think so, old pal,” His voice was but an inch from the back of his head as he whispered into the back of his screen. “Sad you didn’t get to ruin me as you wished? Seems to me like you had plenty of fun watching someone else enjoy me, but that’s always been your style, hasn’t it?” He made a teasing bite to encircle his last sentence before shifting away as he swivelled to try and track him.

“Oh, would you look at the time! I must be off now but first, one last thing!” Appearing directly in front of Lucifer this time he grabbed the angel by the chin and pulled his lips to his own for a small chaste kiss, his gaze lowering into a sultry glimmer. “Do keep your hands and eyes to yourself during work hours, Lucifer.”

Before the king could even respond the sinner vanished into smoke, yet still did linger that horrible smirk, the very same one that continued to taunt him every which way. Lifting his fingers to his lips he gingerly stroked along where he had kissed him, more confused than ever as just what the hell the demon even wanted from him.

“ Fucking Alastor .” Vox and Lucifer said in almost perfect unison, though their tones couldn’t be more different this time around.