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Lucifer waved off to his daughter with his usual cooing and excessive coddling before pacing to his door at the end of the hallway and slipping into his room. Finally away from the pressure of social interaction, he immediately kicked off his boots and stumbled over to his bed, throwing himself against the plush mattress face first with a groan. 

Several chained sighs followed as he crawled further up the bed to slump his face into the downy featherlike pillows. He curled his body in on itself much like a cat would with muffled curses filling the air.

It had been a few weeks since his altercation with Vox and Alastor, and since then he had felt nothing but horrible confusion about everything. While yes, he had stayed in contact with Vox after what happened, they hadn’t spoken much with only Lucifer giving minor updates about Alastor not spilling information about their relations. 

But Alastor? He had been acting incredibly strange. Their arguments had for the most part been normal, but he still continued to taunt and berate him for just about every little thing while smirking the whole time the same way as always. However; this only seemed to occur when they were in the presence of others, he was wholly avoiding being anywhere near the angel if it were just the two of them. Going so far as to spirit himself away into his shadow at the mere sight of the king if he even walks into the room. 

His frustrations accumulated even more today when the sinner was in the middle of cooking, he turned a corner to see Lucifer and immediately dropped the pot he was holding onto his feet to disappear. Whatever he was making immediately splashed all over him and stained his suit with splotches of the concoction, the ceramic shattering against both his foot and the floor. Charlie had walked in soon after and blamed him for Alastor’s sudden static outburst. 

And well, it’s not like she was wrong. The look of pure horror on his face definitely did not go unnoticed. 

But at the same time, his behaviour changed in other ways too- concerning ways. Even if he was avoiding him, he was certainly aware of him being around. Be it an extra cup of coffee inconspicuously left on the side with just the right amount of milk and honey or a blanket thrown over him that nobody else seemed to know where it had come from when he fell asleep in the hotel lobby. These mixed signals were driving him absolutely insane. 

Pulling himself up from the pillow his thoughts drifted back to that night.

“Do keep your hands and eyes to yourself during work hours, Lucifer.” 

Touching his fingers to his lips as he had just after that kiss, he thought back to just how oddly soft his mouth was. Lingering memories of how his cologne smelt, about how greedily he lapped up the blood from his tongue, about how ethereal it sounded when he moaned his name. 

Since the time he had rather forcefully taken matters into his own hands, he had come to accept that he was undoubtedly very attracted to Alastor. So much so, he has nightly indulged in pleasuring himself just thinking about how good it felt to have his throat utterly ravaged by his cock, the needy innocent whines of the demon as he fell apart from their touch. 

Even just these trailing thoughts made the stirring in his lower half light up again in interest. He knew it was wrong to want the radio demon in such a way, that craving the feeling of overpowering him was such a deeply debauched act it paled even the aeons of sin he had committed once before. Lucifer had never taken someone's pleasure for himself in such a violent way and above all else, he hated how much of a rush it gave him. 

Over and over those memories continued to plague his thoughts until the rising heat in his gut demanded his attention.

Great, he was hard. Again . 

Stripping out of his clothes he threw them aside to the ground, noting to take care of them later before palming at his crotch a few times, gripping at the length through the soft fabric and ever so gently moaning out under his breath from the contact. With a shaky exhale, he drew his hand into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down with a slight his as his cock pried away from the fabric.

With a few pointed claws, he eased into massaging the shaft of his dick, rolling his wrist into the motion as his thoughts lingered on that day. Throwing his head back with his eyes closed, he pictured the feeling of having Alastor’s mouth on his own, the way his tongue explored his own with curiosity and just how good it felt to press his hands to his throat. Even just the way his face flushed up from his rising heat, the absolutely divine expression of his pupils blown wide from his angelic cruor on his tongue was unbearably satisfying to witness. 

“Fuck…Alastor.” He mumbled through his hitched breaths as he squeezed the head of his cock to let the slick pre-cum soak into his palm.

His thoughts drifted further, thinking about how unbelievable it would be to have those blistering scarlet eyes staring up at him as he forced his cock down his throat. How he could hold onto those pretty little antlers for support as he fucked his face raw.

His pace quickened, unabashed moans spilling from his lips as he trailed his free hand up to his throat to slightly put pressure against each side of his neck just below his jawline. Already he could feel the intense welling of pressure inside him as he squeezed his cock again, slightly jumping from the sensation and shifting his legs about nervously.

Not even the tapping of footsteps from the corridor outside could distract him from this lustful state as he drove his dick firmly into his palm, the myriad of choked moans and strained panting as he traced his claws down the delineations of his throat.

“Alastor…Alastor…Alastor…” He cried out as though he were praying to a higher power as his mind was filled with thoughts of subduing the demon for himself again. 

Pressing a thumb to the slit of his cock he jutted into his grip, practically fucking into his hand as his head spun endless visions of the ways in which he could bend and break the little doe in his grasp. Just a little longer and his mind would finally be clear once again, tension straining in his hips as he stroked himself intensely in erratic jerks of his wrist, he could feel the rush of his orgasm on the cusp until-

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz

Buzz 

His phone started pinging like crazy right beside him, and with it, his climax crashed right back down from the interruption. Trying to block it out he ignored the messages for as long as he could yet still it kept going off. With a heavy sigh, he released his grip and grabbed his phone with the hand that was on his throat to see who could possibly be messaging him at this hour.

Eyes Bleary and disgruntled, he clicks open the lock button on his phone to see a string of messages from Vox of all people, seeming incredibly excitable about something and setting off his device like crazy. He debated putting his phone on silent till he caught notice of one of the messages on his phone and reluctantly opened the chat bubble to read.

Vox: Hey look, I’ve got an idea

Vox: I have something I’ve been working out I want to test it on Alastor

Vox: If you can get him to the tower again I think it’d definitely fix our little problem from last time

Vox: If you’re interested ;)

Lucifer: why should i 

Vox: Come on Lucifer! I promise this is exactly what we need to do

Vox: Why has Alastor been acting suspiciously again?

Lucifer: mixed signals, wont be in the same room as me

Lucifer: but he keeps making me coffee

Vox: Coffee? That prick trying to keep you sweet or something? 

Lucifer: i dont think so, we still fight all the time when people are around

There was a pause in the responses for a while, and Lucifer slumped his hand to the side with the other arm folded across his face. He was practically burning with his blush as he recounted just what he was doing with himself. 

Since their encounter, Lucifer had gotten himself far too familiar with just who Vox actually was. And he found him utterly deplorable, probably just as controlling and conniving as Alastor with the horrific sins to match. There was no doubt in his mind this man would become an issue for the hotel later on so keeping an eye on him through an interpersonal connection seemed best. He didn’t see himself as benevolent enough to go around smiting sinners for just existing, he was the reason they were all here after all, they were his prison. 

Before he could regather his thoughts, he felt the buzz of his phone go off again a few times. Sighing deeply, he contemplated just ignoring him completely. Clearly, Vox had several screws loose and his infatuation with Alastor was borderline obsessive, even more desperate than his own interests. It was also evident that the television demon's animosity was rooted in something incredibly complicated and messy. When he agreed to their little exchange in the first place, Lucifer undoubtedly had trod on territory he really shouldn’t have. 

‘Just what the hell went on between these two? ’ 

He hadn’t bothered asking Alastor about it either; considering the circumstances of his meeting with the overlord he was sure the sinner wouldn’t be so forthcoming— if he could even get him to stay in the room long enough to hear him out. 

With an exhausted exhale, he flipped to look at his phone screen to see the message. There was a set of coordinates which seemed to lead to around the same area as where they held Alastor the first time along with a string of texts.

Vox: 40.72441780071683, -111.87073381819718

Vox: I’ve got a set-up in one of the warehouses here

Vox: If you juice my abilities a bit we can hypnotise him

Vox: Heck we can even make him forget things we did if you really want to

Vox: Either way he’ll be the perfect little plaything if we make him subservient ;)

‘Hypnosis? Was that something Vox was even capable of? Could he actually make him forget?’

Initially, he was just going to read and ignore him, but he couldn't deny the overlord had presented him with an interesting proposition. At the very least he could command him to make Alastor forget this all ever happened, so they could return to their weird normality of fighting and just about getting along instead of this horrible middle ground of strange behaviour. 

Lucifer sat rubbing his hands together nervously staring at the phone he had dropped onto the bed, ruminating over a possible response. And again that ever-present feeling flashes through him as his mind drifts into thinking about Alastor.

‘Subjugation’

He regrets not using that chance to ruin his pretty little throat, the fact that he didn’t get a chance to have him on his knees taking his cock in his mouth like he did for him. Undoubtedly, the experience of tasing the demon and driving him insane with his mouth was incredibly exciting to him. He burned just to have another bite of Alastor and having him be, at least on the surface, more willing to indulge him wasn’t exactly a bad thought either.

Feeling the tension in his hips rise once more, he shifted his legs together to try and quell his thoughts. Lucifer gently stoked his fingers up his own pallid skin the ever-stirring pool of desire taking hold as his devious streak shoots through his heart.

‘I mean, one more try couldn’t hurt, right?’

Lucifer was acting suspicious .

Considering the man had literally had his way with Alastor only a few weeks ago it was bizarre to the demon that he would act like such a fluttering maiden nervously waiting for the opportunity to profess some kind of love to him at just about any given moment. And it was wholly terrifying.

Since their little debauched encounter Alastor had learnt two things; he still very much so disliked Vox regardless of his lustful skills and it is highly possible that he did in fact hold the King in a different regard entirely. 

He had started noticing more about him, from the way he liked his coffee to just how utterly exhausted he seemed to be all the time. Finding himself feeling something pity-adjacent he couldn’t help but dote on his pathetic behaviour, and it was hilarious to see Lucifer become so flustered over the simplest of affections. And while yes, he did seem to hold some attraction towards him as well he wasn’t exactly willing to confront it just yet. 

Every time he had to face the king alone the creeping feeling that they would have to talk out their feelings was much too complicated and messy for his liking. Sure, he wouldn’t exactly mind the notion of pursuing Lucifer in a physical sense, the idea of them being romantically inclined was still something the very inexperienced demon was coming to terms with. Knowing both in life and death he held no need nor desire for attraction of any kind, this was new. And given the circumstances to which these emotions had come about, he wanted to wait and see if they were honest emotions or just the afterglow of a particularly brutal albeit exciting altercation.

Avoidance came naturally, anytime he heard the clicking of those damned boots Alastor found himself disappearing into the smoke. It wasn’t until a particular night in which he had spoilt his cooking by spiriting himself away from being startled by Lucifer that he found himself needing to properly clear the air. After all, wasting food was a criminal act.

Alastor found himself pacing through the corridors on the floor they shared, strolling around in the weary hours to do his usual checks of the hotel to ensure there were no spying eyes or sinners causing a fuss. It wasn’t until he drew closer to Lucifer’s door that the thought arose to confront him about what had been going on between them. 

Creeping closer the demon listened out to hear if the king was present, he was sure that he had seen him going up to his room prior. As he approached to knock, from the other side of the door there were slight muffled noises, as though Lucifer were in pain. Quietly pressing his ear to the door he was just about able to make out the words that seemed to breathlessly tumble from his lips.

“Alastor…Alastor…Alastor…”

‘Oh, so that’s what the little king has been up to.’ Alastor thought to himself as he backed away coming to realise the king wasn’t groaning from the king of ache as he initially had thought.

Touching a hand to his face he hadn’t realised he was burning up from the embarrassment, wondering what exactly Lucifer was picturing at the time. From the pits of his stomach, a stirring curiosity presented itself, almost as though he were trained on his voice already to react with churning desire. 

Alastor brought the crook of his finger to his mouth and bit down instinctively as to hold his breath in place, even in a lustful state he was sure Lucifer would notice his presence eventually. He knew he had to leave before he would get caught in what could only be described as a voyeuristic act, yet his body did not move as he had hoped, instead pressing further against the door to sate his growing interest.

A pulse in his lower half was beating steadily alongside his rapidly increased heart rate, every moan he heard from the other side of the door practically sending shivers through his alert quivering ears. Was defiling him truly something that could bring about such an interesting response? Alastor thought he would abhor such a perverse action yet it only made the heat rise in him even more.

Swallowing hard, he bit harder against the smooth skin of his clawed digit, trying ever so hard not to let even the slightest falter in his exhalation. Through each laboured breath, he could hear Lucifer climbing towards his release, every shameless whisper of his name on the angel’s lips was electrifying. Knowing how much he had already swarmed inside Lucifer’s thoughts to the point of debauchery was weirdly thrilling to him.

His own thoughts lingered on that night, how Lucifer had drawn them into a kiss that activated his immediate fight or flight response and yet how he couldn’t help but give into his allurement. Nobody had ever made him feel such a way, even with Vox endlessly pulling out lewd noises from him. His thoughts were all but clouded with Lucifer the whole time.

Balling his other hand into his shirt, he gripped at his chest as though he were trying to steady his heart from the outside with little luck. While managing to pry away those claws it only served to lead him to further danger as steadily as if on pure instinct he lowered his wrist. Ever so slightly, he let his fingertips glide down his chest in a trance-like state towards his hips, bundles of nerves swimming in his stomach from the inquisitive reaction.

Eyes practically rolling to the back of his head, another call of his name came from the other side of the door, and with it, all manner of resolve to resist dark temptation waivered as he pressed a finger against what was now his hardened appendage. 

“Lucifer…” He groaned in a soft mouthing, barely audible to himself, like mimed lips being puppeted by a higher power. 

Before he could advance further he heard the angel stop dead, all movements and moans from the other side seemed to cease poorly timed with his utterance. Slamming his hand against his mouth, Alastor immediately stilled his breath, yet still did not pull away from his touch below. Somehow the excitement of being discovered had only worsened the torment, his fingers grazing against his crotch just enough to make him silently shudder in response.

Waiting for the stilled movements to continue it seemed the angel had given up on his exploits entirely, a wave of both disappointment and shame seemed to pool in his gut like lead bricks.

‘Just what the hell am I even doing here this is utterly ludicrous.’ Heated up from embarrassment his cheeks flushed a darkened vermillion as he let himself seep into a corporeal form into the shadows. 

Slithering through the inky mists his thoughts lingered on what he had heard. Thinking it was possible they could maybe have another meeting, one without that damn boxed idiot getting in the way with his incessant drivel.

‘Tomorrow, I’ll approach him tomorrow and hopefully, I can move past this frustrating affliction.’

Lucifer’s boots echoed through the empty halls as he attempted to walk towards the lobby, he was nervously pacing back and forth deciding whether or not to go through with his plan chewing on the tip of his clawed thumb. Knowing Alastor was supposed to be settled by the fireplace at this time engrossed in his newspaper with his coffee by himself, as he had discovered on his many occasions definitely not watching him, it would be one of the only chances to catch him alone. 

Wracked with stress he took a deep breath, stilling his racing heartbeat with his palm to his chest. He drew up an unusually large fake smile as he would every morning, smoothed through his slick-backed blonde locks and pressed on. Every encroaching tap of his heels made him even more nervous, especially since Alastor had pointed out last time how he could already tell people apart by the sounds of their steps alone. 

Peering around the corner, he could see as he predicted those fluffy plumes sticking up from atop the backrest of the scarlet armchair, the gentle rustling of paper with every page turn accompanying the flicks of his ears. Almost immediately they twitched at his arrival, spinning like satellites honing in on the angel’s presence.

While Lucifer readied himself to lurch forward to pin the demon in place so he wouldn’t spirit himself away he was caught off guard when instead Alastor didn’t budge an inch, deciding to speak and beckon his approach.

“There’s no use hiding Lucifer, I’ve been listening to your ceaseless tapping for the past several minutes. Come, sit, I suppose we should have a nice little chat shouldn’t we?” Even without turning his head, he could hear the mocking simper curling around each of his words.

‘Fucking asshole’ Lucifer’s thoughts were so obviously clear it was if he said them aloud as he briskly moved to place himself in the armchair opposite the demon.

Alastor peaked over the corner of his newspaper to shoot a raised eyebrow at the nervous stance of the kind before promptly folding it and placing it on the side table. With his legs crossed, he placed his fingers together on his lap and tilted his head, observing the king’s already blossoming golden cheeks.

“So Al…” Already his words were trailing off, his expression strained as he tried to find any words he could say to distract him.

“So? Don’t you have anything to say to me?” He tilted his head into his words, radio static crackling around his words.

“Look I’m sorry for, well everything…I had no idea what was going through my head and I just acted on impulse I didn’t think things would go so far I just-” Before he could finish Alastor cut him off by raising a finger.

“I don’t need your insincere drivel, Your Majesty. Not when you so clearly took delight in bending and breaking me down, and meticulously staging my capture with that arrogant picture box.”

“But-”

“No, no, no I will not have you blubbering at me for this, surely you cannot get emotional when I’m the…affected party.” He hissed out, his interlocked fingers pulling apart so he could slam his claws into the arm of the chair to grip.

Lucifer was completely bewildered, having no inkling as to what he could possibly want him to say if not an apology for his actions. It was possible that Alastor was gleaning for an opportunity to make a deal, which would undoubtedly put him in a difficult position. 

‘Maybe if I play along and get him flustered I can distract him enough to portal him to the location.’ He mused, knowing if he could just get to Vox he could have a shot of erasing his memories of this whole ordeal.

Raising from his sitting position, Lucifer sauntered over trying his best to put up a controlling act for the demon. Smoothing his hands over the armrests on either side of Alastor, he watched as the sinner jerked his hand away and leaned back in his chair. Their breaths practically danced as one as the angel lowered his tone to something more provocative in nature.

“So then, let's actually get down to business. What kind of deal are you looking for from me, little doe?” 

‘Shit, shit, shit, shit that came out way too flirty. ’ Lucifer admonished himself mentally as he tried to keep up the controlling demeanour, watching Alastor stare up at his gaze unblinking and utterly vexed.

Not wanting to back down from the king's attempts to intimidate him, Alastor took his peculiar behaviour in stride, assuming it was part of whatever game they seemed to be entangled in.

“Deal? Did I allude to such a thing, Lucifer? Though I suppose you still wish to ensure my silence regarding your-” He cut himself off to take in a breath, drawing his face closer to the king as he whispered out. “Uncontrolled desires for me.” His words were adorned with his smirk, narrowed eyes studying the strain in the king’s brow from the insinuation.

Thinking on his feet in his panic-hazed mind the angel tried his best to meet his enthusiasm with greater vigour. 

“Oh Alastor, do you really think there was some kind of deeper meaning to it? It is as I said, you were nothing more than a passing curiosity .” He sneered, flicking his head to the side in a fake disinterest.

“For someone so hellbent on keeping me in check, you sure are losing a lot of ground right now. After all, did I not have the King of Hell on his knees for me ?” Alastor snickered, matching his haughty energy in stride with radio static crackling through every utterance.

It wasn’t long until they realised just how much the distance had closed between them, barely inches away from grazing skin. Radiating heat from the face of the other practically singed the stilled air, they locked eyes knowing whoever looked away first was undoubtedly the loser.

Lucifer was the first to change his stance, angling his neck just a touch to the side with his mouth barely parted, not enough to suggest any manner of contact was being asked for. But it was very evident just how oh-so-easy it would be to steal the slightest touch from those all too familiar roseate lips. Dartings of his forked tongue seemed to scantily flicker against the curve of his softened mouth, licking against his teeth expectantly for a response.

“I had every intention of having you begging for me first, but knowing all it takes to make you fall apart is my tongue, well I can’t say I wasn’t entertained by your pretty little moans.” His exhale was akin to a laugh as his top lip flared into a vixenish growl.

“You’re doing such a poor job of acting like you're not feeling sorry for yourself Lucifer, first you grovel and now you try to seduce me-”

“Am I seducing you, Alastor?” Lucifer cut him off, inching ever closer till their lips were barely a few inches apart.

“Certainly seems that way to me, Your Majesty. ” All manner of senses inside him were screaming for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on, yet all he could do was narrow his eyes, the ripples of their words could be felt through the small space betwixt them at this point.

“And if I were, is it working?” 

Straightening his back out, Alastor tilted his head as though he were baring his neck to a creature of the night. Rolling his eyes mockingly he laced his tone with a fake disgust, though given his nature he is a remarkably good actor when it comes to distaste for another individual.

“Why would you ever need to do such a thing? You seemed so happy to take it for yourself without this senseless need for…courtship.” 

A rumble of laughter came from Lucifer, the prominent bob of his adamsapple flickering up and down his throat as he spoke. Pulling out his only remaining card as one of his hands drifted to his side to conjure his portal beneath them both

“Indeed, having my way with you was incredibly easy, especially since you broke the cuffs before letting us-- Finish. You. Off.” With a teasing bite and bared shark-like teeth, the words rolled out from his mouth as if he were recounting a song of salacity.

Not even Alastor could stop the screech of radio static, as though a record were knocked off kilter.

“Ah, so that caught your attention did it? Signing off with a kiss before you left? My my, little doe , I didn’t take you for such a romantic.” Lucifer grinned, his fingers flexing outward as he carefully constructed the incantations to lead to the coordinates he was given.

“Did I not explicitly state I wanted your hands and eyes off me during work hours? Yet here you are overstepping boundaries, if it were an Olympic sport you would surely take the gold medal, Lucifer .”

“But we’re not working right now Alastor, it’s just you and me right now, so what am I allowed to do when we’re not working?” He raised an eyebrow, hoping he could draw out this oddly flirtatious exchange enough to finish what he had started.

“Hmm, I don’t quite know, do you have any suggestions?” Attempting to sound innocent at first, the sinner let his voice drop into a suggestive tone, trying his best to ignore his already nervously twitching crotch.

Lucifer’s smirk grew even wider than before, his knowing gaze lit with hellfire as his portal snapped into position. Encircling the pair of them including the armchair was a glittering red and gold portal. Scintillations of halcyon shatter warping and swaying as the ground beneath them sank. Without warning they entered a freefall state, with Lucifer’s wings sprouting forth into velutinous plumes of spun glory. 

Alastor immediately sank his claws into the arms of the chair, shredding them to ribbons from his nerves and an undignified yelp was pulled right out of him from the surprise. His eyes stared back at Lucifer, ticking dials and radio static coming in brutal flashes as they transitioned through the corporeal entryway. Yet the only expression he was met with from the angel was pure delight.

“How about a small trip, little doe ?”

With an unceremonious thump, both Alastor and Lucifer smacked into the ashen stone floor, splinterings of the armchair crashing down with them and shattering against the concrete. Like a wounded animal, the demon hunched over growling in an animalistic sense, backing away from the angel and baring his teeth in a vicious snarl.

“Where have you taken us Lucifer? If this is another one of your games with Vox Ị̴̥̋ ̴̫̺̯͛w̸̠̎͂̍i̶̻̹̱͋̈́l̵̺̪̈l̶͎̒ ̴̢̾n̸̖̈́̕e̴̞̩̽̈́̕ͅv̵̗͉̼̉̀͐ḙ̴̠̇͂͜͝r̵͔̈́͂̇ ̶̞͆f̴̪̘̻́̀o̵̤̯̅͒̓r̸̻̈́͒͠ͅg̴̡̹͚̔í̴̤̬̊v̴͕̐e̸͉̗̋̅͒ ̷̦̓y̶͙͐͛ô̶͍̊̑u̷̠̼͆̈͜͠” He growled, his maw expanding into a twisted visage of elongated limbs and ticking eyesockets, pulses of black drool seeped from between his jagged teeth as his ears flattened defensively. 

Taking his bearings in, the sinner darted his eyes side to side to take in the small room they had been transported to. A myriad of screens littered every wall as though it were a thick paint streaking across each surface, bundlings of wires interconnecting and snaking between every possible gap left between the electronics. Sparks danced between the haphazard setup with cameras pointed from every corner of the room directly to the centre where they stood. It was more than evident that this set-up was Vox’s doing. 

“Oh? And to think you seemed to be interested only moments ago. Awww what’s the matter little doe? Caught an eye for just me have you?” Lucifer mocked as he picked himself up from the floor to dust off his jacket lapels from the debris. 

“Fuck. You.” Alastor spat back at him, a shrouded veil of tentacles enclosing him in a viridian, smokey glower.

Peering in further there was a door just opposite where they fell, and from it, the television demon emerged sporting a sickeningly wide smirk. Adjusting his bowtie with his usual overexaggerated oleaginous motions, he paced over to Lucifer with his hands behind his back.

“Ah, Alastor! So glad we could reunite so soon. I think we have unfinished business, don’t you?” Vox gleamed with sarcasm the concentric circles of his pupils spinning in place in a dizzying fashion.

Shooting a knowing look towards Lucifer he in turn became swept up into the second act of their performance.

“No point trying anything funny Alastor, you know you can’t win in a fight, though just in case-” He cut himself off with a wave in his hand and suddenly it was as though Lucifer’s voice was echoing from a completely different place in the room as one of his cloned popped into existence to position himself directly behind the radio demon to speak. “I suppose I can put you in your place by myself.”

Swinging around rapidly, Alastor flung some of his tentacles to swipe at the mimic with little success, finding himself easily subjugated and slammed back into the concrete with his hands pinned behind his back. The Lucifer clone laughed as it twisted the sinner’s wrists to elicit a pained hiss from him and promptly sat on top of him to keep Alastor steady, the movements of the duplicate were so unbelievably fast the overlord barely even registered just how he was even ensnared in the first place. Attempting to lunge out and thrash against the floor his magics seemed to falter, as though the copy of Lucifer was actively draining his powers in a similar way to the angelic cuffs.

“What? Did you think angelic cuffs were the only way to suppress the sinner's abilities? Know your fucking place, Al. I created each and every last one of you .” Both Lucifer and the clone spoke in unison, each baring their clawed hands in a threatening demeanour to taunt the radio demon forced against the floor.

It was to his surprise when instead of his usual snark the radio looked directly into the angel’s eyes and said with what could only be assumed to be true, clear conviction.

“Lucifer, you don’t have to do this. Please let me go.”

And for a moment he had considered it, the doppelganger almost faltering in its grasp of the radio demon until Vox brought a finger up to butt into the back and forth.

“Pfft, don’t fucking listen to him your majesty, you know he lies as easy as breathing, even his pathetic attempts to pretend he’s begging sincerely are all just ploys. Trust me I’d fucking know.”  

Alastor flicked his head to the side grimacing under his perpetual smile with his ears firmly pinned down to his head, the click of his tongue voicing his frustrations all too clear.

“Right well, shall we get started, Your Majesty?” Vox clasped his hands together with a resounding clap before turning to face the king who seemed to be flickering through several emotions at once.

“Ah, right…yes. Alls you’ll need is a bit of my blood and you should have enough juice to make this work. But as I said, only a couple drops, I can’t have a fucking maniac like you running around with angelic power.” Lucifer narrowed his eyes at the television demon who took up a defensive stance.

“Lucifer, there is absolutely no way you could possibly be giving away this much for such a silly little game. What do you hope to gain from this at all?” Alastor shot a glare to the king though his voice was almost pleading, his body writhing from under the clone with greater vigour at this point.

Evidently hesitating again, Lucifer’s gaze darted between both men as he weighed up his options mentally. He had no reason to trust either of them in any regard; Vox was clearly a horrible sinner worth ruining just as much as the Radio Demon held in his grasp. There was little risk in giving away his blood as he could just eviscerate either of the pair if things got out of hand. But this tangled mess had to stop, temptation be dammed, Lucifer wanted to cover his tracks no matter how cowardly it may be to do so. 

Tearing his forlorn fixed stare from the demon pinned to the floor, he stepped towards Vox, rolling up his sleeve to offer out to him.

“Can’t say I’m a fan of the whole blood exchange, seems more like that guy’s kinda deal.” The overlord gestured towards Alastor with a knowing simper, the buzz of his circuits whirling as a particularly devious idea popped into his head.

“Flexing your power for such an asinine deal, you’re even more of a disappointment than I thought. I was willing to withhold the information about what you did last time. But now I see no reason to hold my tongue. Remember that before you proceed.” The weight of Alastor’s words was like a lead balloon dragging him to the deepest pits of Envy, yet still, he could only glance over to him and bite down on his lip.

Before Lucifer could conjure up the words to say he surprisingly found Vox’s hand grasping at his waist, pulling him up against his own body and tilting his chin.

“I think this will make for a more fun exchange. Wouldn’t you say, Old Pal?” Directing his words to Alastor, he kept his eyes set on the king who was positively baffled by this new development, his eyes widened like saucers as the television demon brought the devil’s mouth against his screen.

Lucifer had never exactly kissed a screen before; he felt oddly warm, though the contact was minimised as he found the overlord snake his tongue to coax his own out of his mouth. At first, his hands were raised up in defiance but soon they dropped to the sides, growling lax as he allowed himself to be invaded by Vox’s touch. With a slight prick, he felt the pressure of one of his spiked teeth protruding to pierce into his tongue, the rich golden ichor flowing between their mouths in a rapidly heated exchange.

From below the buzzing of radio static spiked into overdrive, vicious profane growls that could almost be mistaken for possessive as Alastor lashed about again. His eyes dared not draw away from the two, an indescribable shatter plagued his chest as he saw both of his rivals burning together in an embrace he never could have predicted. It still alluded Alastor as to why it ached so much to see, yet still did his heart sink. 

Vox kept one of his eyes open to glance over to the demon, and now he knew fully just what exactly was going on. 

Alastor had grown attached to the king and not him .

He couldn’t help but smirk into the kiss, dipping Lucifer slightly to get a better look at the other sinner’s broken expression he was sure not even Alastor himself knew he was pulling. Never had his smile sunk so low before him, the corners threatening to drop at any given moment. The satisfaction of seeing his nemesis looking so crestfallen made him more confident in his actions. Clawing at the angel’s waist and somehow with enough enthusiasm going so far as to pull a moan from his sinful lips.

And with it, the radio demon’s ears prickled up alongside all of his hair standing on ends like static. Hisses of dissatisfaction rumbled through his core as now not even the clone of Lucifer could keep him entirely still.

Swirling animosity was soon drawn out of the television demon and replaced with enlightenment as the thrum of power hit his nervous system from the holy temptation of Lucifer’s blood like a sledgehammer to the back of the head. Immediately sparks surged through him, pop-up after pop-up of messages showing his power output far exceeding his usual capacity. Concentric circles in his pupils began to pulse and swirl at speeds far greater than before as he pulled his screen away from the king and admired his abashed flush creeping through the apples of his cheeks.

“Fuck me I can see why you’re the original Sin, if we weren't busy with this little project I might just shoot my shot.” He winked, nearly lowering his hand to squeeze at Lucifer’s ass before he felt a hand push against his screen to separate their embrace.

“That was highly uncalled for,” The angel coughed awkwardly feeling the heat in his face steam up, knowing Alastor was watching seemed to have stirred something wholly different in him that he most definitely wanted to shelve and never look at again. “Though it wasn’t entirely unpleasant, I wouldn’t get your hopes up. You’re not my type.” He stuck his forked tongue out jokingly before wiping the back of his hand against his mouth to clear up a few remnants of the blood they shared. 

“Oh, and I suppose this freak over here is?” Vox rolled his eyes as he gestured his thumb towards Alastor who at his point had seized up completely in relative defeat. 

“Hah! Like you can talk. Don’t think I didn’t look into your obsessive stalker-ish behaviour sinner,” Lucifer shot a scowl towards the overlord who seemed to still be reeling from the power surge. “Just hurry up and get this over with so we can make him forget.”

“Alright, alright thought you could take a joke but I guess we’re not there yet.”

Vox motioned towards a console close to one of the larger monitors in the room. As his fingers slot into place with various connecting wires and ports the gentle glower of the implement seemed to spark to life. Much like the overlord it too began to spark with the same level of heightened power as oscillations of electric static fizzled throughout the room into all of the snaking wires and screens.

“Forget? What on earth are you talking about? Aren’t you carrying on with your selfish pursuit of chasing pleasure?” Alastor perked up, his brow crunched up part in anger part in confusion as his head swiveled towards the Lucifer clone as it spoke.

“Initially yes, there may be some physical activities involved. But I made an informal deal with Vox to wipe your memory that this whole thing ever happened. That’s why I gave him my blood, just to ensure things go smoothly.” The doppelganger swung his legs around to sit cross-legged on top of Alastor’s pinned arms leaning forward slightly to look at his expression. 

“Lucifer…what if I don’t want to forget?” He spat out, and despite his words being relatively tame they came out in malice.

“Oh yeah? So you can have leverage over me to taunt me with about my daughter? Like I’d let you ever do that idiot.” The actual Lucifer spoke this time, crossing over his arms and cocking his hip to the side.

Tilting his head up he stared down the angel, a puzzling strained expression on his face.

“Why aren’t you listening to me at all? Are you really so terrified about what I might say to you that you will just-”

Before he could finish, Vox gestured for the devil to stand beside him noting the completion of the protocol, all of the systems booted and loaded from his mind into the console. Additional pings and beeping continued until Lucifer had reached his position, him keeping his back turned to the shouting Radio Demon the whole time.

“I swear, I’ll make you regret this, you will never forgive yourself for any of this. You can’t just make this all go away Lucifer I will find out all over again just you wait.” His defiance continued against the clone yet now his forehead was placed firmly against the concrete, his eyes closed tightly shut as he whispered some incoherent mantra for focus.

This erratic behaviour of the sinner was becoming exceedingly disturbing even for Lucifer. The fact that Alastor had reacted so strongly not to the potential situation being similar to before, but instead from the potential to be forgotten entirely, he would have thought the demon would jump at the chance to do away with this whole mess they had created for him. 

“Alastor…I’m sorry.” Lucifer could only muster up a mumble as all the screens lit up in unison.

Within seconds the room was bathed in an azure glower, and the flicker of all the monitors sprung to life surrounding them in the horribly straining atmosphere. Vox leant forward into the console more, wires from the back of his head protruding out and plugging directly into the mainframe as visages of himself began to pop up on each and every last display. 

Over and over his face took up all the space in the room, his eyes swirling in the images accompanied by his unusual echoing layered voice. 

“Now then, Alastor. If you would be so kind, do please enjoy the show,” His cackle reverberated through all of the monitor speakers and through his own voice, the wires coming from the back of him fueled by the ever-so-faint shimmer of angelic magic melding into his own. “Lucifer, get that clone of yours to get him to look at the screens for me, the audio will work but visuals make it more effective.”

“A simple please would be nice dickhead.” He tutted, nodding his head at the copy in acknowledgement.

“Alright, please Your Majesty , get him to look.” While he seemed nonchalant he knew not to anger Lucifer in any capacity and very quickly complied with adjusting his manners. 

The secondary Lucifer sat atop Alastor’s back and leaned over, grabbing fistfuls of the radio demon’s hair to pull his face upwards that still held his eyes tightly shut. 

“Awww come on, little doe,” The doppelganger cooed, bringing a hand to the sinner's face which he instinctively twitched away from. “Just open your eyes for me and this’ll all be over, we can…go back to how things were.”

“I don’t care, I don’t want things to go back to how they were.” He hissed through gritted teeth, shaking his head about in erratic jerked motions.

Lucifer’s copy blinked in confusion, looking over to his original counterpart with slight concern before eventually being shrugged off and continuing anyway, noting how Vox goaded them to continue in his frazzled state.

Drawing his claws across the sides of Alastor’s head, the clone’s fingers slid across his eyelids and forced them open, his fingers becoming wet from the watering tear ducts as the demon struggled against the hold. Allowing his more angelic powers to shine through, horns sprouted from his head, his black pointed tail coiling around Alastor’s wrists to keep him bound and staring directly at the screen in front of him.

Upon every single monitor was Vox’s face as though he too had been cloned many times over, his sinister smile pulled wide as the cackles of his laughter rebounded off every surface in an endless maddening feedback loop. Those blistering narrowed pupils descended into ever-spinning spirals, coaxial turns like the hands of a clock as the vision of the overlord seeped into every sense of the demon. 

First for Alastor, his taste felt mute; like television static on his tongue numbing his mouth with slight prickles akin to popping candy. Following after his body felt the lull of exhaustion awash in his limbs, the need to struggle waned as he stared wide-eyed towards the vision of his rival. Body becoming lax the Lucifer clone shuffled about before ultimately disappearing altogether as the Radio Demon shifted to kneel on the stone floor looking upwards at the larger central screen.

Slight flickers of his resistance came in flashes, small twitches of his head and his hands lurching towards clutching his head and dropping over and over. Abuzz with the deafening glee of the television demon, he became more engrossed with the sight of those dancing lights projected through his spinning eyes. 

And then, he heard his voice for the first time through the telecom system blaring from every corner assaulting his every sense. Vibrations of his voice seemed to caress at his skin like little licks of flame, electric kisses pressed to all manner of surfaces and clawing at his back and neck. It was as though he were sitting right beside him, whispering into each ear at once without the breach of another sound to disturb the serenity of his charms.

“Alastor, kneel for me, for us. Your purpose is to serve be it body or mind. You are a compliant person who wants to serve us in any way we see fit. Do you understand ?” Over and over he whispered this gospel of unholy delights and with it, the kneeling figure sank further into the depths of his own mind.

Once rabid aggression settled from his expression, Alastor sat dumbly still smiling but his eyes were glazed over and half-lidded. The sinner looked like he was stuck in a perpetual exhaustion, arms fully dropping to the sides like a ragdoll and ears stood attention awaiting orders. All that remained was his sight and his hearing, both completely under the control of his captures, after an exceedingly long pause he finally spoke.

“What do you want from me.” It was said with the cadence of a statement rather than a question, the radio filter in his voice at an all-time low and his bravado all but stripped from his demeanour.

Lucifer felt a pang in his chest from the docile state of the demon. It felt so horribly wrong to not see his usual snarky tone and quips, he looked empty, and it was most certainly not a sight he ever wanted to see.

“Erase his memory Vox, I-I can’t look at him like this it's…disgusting.” He shifted to clutch at his elbows and turned his head away, feeling the track of the Radio Demon staring off at them.

“Mmm nah I think he’s great like this, here look watch,” Vox turned towards Alastor and beckoned for his approach, using his pointer finger to gesture at him as he commanded. “Alastor. Come. On your hands and knees.”

The demon tilted his head to the side like he were a confused dog before placing his hands on the concrete and crawling over to them. The natural sway of his hips was undoubtedly still Alastor, as though he were a prowling alley cat sauntering over, but there was nothing to his expression even his perpetual smile felt hollow. As he reached the pair looking at him he readjusted and sat back down on his knees looking up, his dulled expression hinting at the expectation of more orders.

Lucifer looked on in pure horror at what Alastor had become, just a soulless husk he could order around as he so pleased. Sure he had always wanted the demon to be more compliant and just a tad less critical of him constantly, but he was starting to realise maybe he actually liked some of his more bizarre eccentricities, the snarky demeanour included.

“Vox, this is creepy as fuck, he's not even him like this it’s just fucking weird.” Lucifer twisted his expression into something akin to disgust as he studied the unblinking form of the sinner.

‘Fucking hell, this is what just a couple drops of my blood could do? I should really make sure never to do this again.’ He cringed in his head before looking back to Vox who seemed elated at his new enslavement.

“What, so you like it when he’s constantly belittling you?” Vox raised an eyebrow as he coaxed the demon on his knees to come closer to him and kneel at his feet.

“No, I just,” Lucifer bit his lip as he tried to think of the words to describe his discomfort without sounding completely enamoured with every bit of Alastor. “I’ve never met someone like him before, he’s just different and I guess yeah, I like the challenge. What’s the point in subduing him when he’s like this?”

“Wow. Okay didn’t take you for such a masochist but whatever I guess, I can make him more like him if it gets your rocks off more.” Vox snickered as he stroked atop Alastor’s head positioning his face at his crotch.

“What do you mean exactly?” Side-eyeing the overlord controlling Alastor he breathed out a half-interested response.

“Hah, watch this,” He looked down at Alastor picking up his chin to make him stare up at him with a blank expression. “Now Alastor, I want you to be your usual bratty self, all the quips and stupid insults included, but you are just dying to please us aren’t you?” 

For a moment, Alastor continued his vacant stare until a few blinks crept up and he seemed to shift into the desired command from the other sinner. Still, he stayed knelt down but the smirk on his face could almost be mistaken as genuine.

“Oh, you want me to please you that badly Vox? Does it make you feel good thinking about defiling my mouth you pathetic little ingrate? Well go on then, I’m waiting.” Opening his mouth expectantly Alastor readily opened his mouth, the filter was still for the most part not present but he genuinely seemed more conscious than before.

Fiddling with Vox’s belt buckle he immediately pulled away at his pants to expose the throbbing length from within, grasping at the shaft and pumping it in his hand before licking a long stripe against the underside of his pulsing cerulean length. Shivering with delight, the television demon stroked his face and guided the eager-seeming sinner to press the tip of his cock into his mouth.

“How impatient.” Alastor hummed around his dick as he complied with the action, letting his tongue coil around the shaft as he sucked in his cheeks around his heat. Using one of his hands to steady his balance by grasping onto the overlord’s leg he bobbed his head back and forth in earnest, his actions seemed amateurish but enthusiastic enough to make up for the lack of experience. 

Lucifer watched on practically burning the mental image of seeing the radio demon kneeling taking cock down his throat like it was the last meal in hell. And he most certainly couldn’t help the twitch of his own making him feel the clammy heat against his skin. Mouth practically salivating, he gulped down, and he knew even in his hypnotised state Alastor was keeping an eye on his expressions.

Vox’s head arched back as he gripped onto the demon’s head with both hands, thrusting his cock into the soft caress of Alastor’s throat. A gasp of pure bliss sparked through his screen with his screen flickering between all myriad of colours and pop-ups showing his contentment. The buzz of his concentric eyes spiralled like he was dizzy from the shock of just how unbelievably good it felt to press the tip of his leaking cock into that tightening throat. 

“Fuck… you like taking my cock like that you filthy little slut?” He groaned out scraping the edges of his claws into the demon’s face and through his dishevelled locks of hair. 

Alastor didn’t respond with his words, only further pushing his mouth down his shaft and sucking against the smooth skin to draw out as many sounds as he could. Grazes of his teeth were aching to bite down but still, he stayed compliant, letting his tongue explore the underside of the shaft with gentle flicks of the tip. 

A burn built up in the back of Lucifer’s throat like the prickle of a fine whiskey as his eyes flickered over the heavenly spot where Alastor’s lips connected to the base of his cock. Watching intently as the sweet slick of saliva splayed across his cheeks shimmered in the dimmed lights of the shutdown monitors, the angel couldn’t help but grope at his own stirring heat.

Undignified and awkwardly the sinner’s breath hitched as his bruised lips were pulled off of Vox’s dick, a shovelling of Alastor’s red locks coiled around those blue-tipped claws being used as leverage to yank him away. Tongue exposed and panting, the radio demon drew his gaze up to the other overlord in a faux aggression. 

“Aren’t you going to continue? Or was the spitting of vulgarity as you violated my throat enough for you?” He raised an eyebrow, yet still, he looked as though he was tracking Lucifer’s expression.

Taking his cock in his hand, Vox guided his erection to smear across Alastor’s cheeks and chin, taking great satisfaction in letting his pre-cum paint his cheeks and stain him with his colours. 

“I just want to make a mess of you in any way I can while I’ve got the chance.” Vox retorted, revelling in every moment he gets to tease the demon and pressing it against his flushed cheeks.

Unholy shivers pass through the king as he watches on intently, unashamedly taking his length into his hand in smooth strokes, pressing his thumb into the slit to gather slick against the tip and tease the sensitive head. Heart racing in his chest, he bites down on his lip enough to draw blood that runs down his chin like the unravelling of a silken ribbon flowing downward from its spool.

“Seems we have a devoted listener. Say, does this show involve any audience participation, perhaps?” Alastor grinned as he caught his tongue against the head of his cock to tease against, his eyes flashing towards Lucifer for but a moment.

“Getting cheeky already? Maybe I should dial you back a few steps and see how you like choking on my dick with a blank stare again?” Vox tried to bite back a snarl, crushing Alastor’s cheeks with one hand with the hover of the sinner's mouth grazing his sensitive head with laboured wisps of exhalation.

“Was it not my explicit order to service both of you? I am merely stating the terms of what you decided. Unless— you want to give me another order?” Alastor dropped his eyes to the appendage waving in his face to press his grazed lips against with a little peck before his scarlet gaze flashed back to him with a wicked smile. 

Lucifer froze up as both men directed their eyes towards him as he openly drew his hand upwards into another harsh stroke, biting on his lip to try and stifle the moan that breached his lips.

“Well, Lucifer, do you just want to pathetically stand there thinking about how good my mouth feels or do you want servicing too?” Alastor grinned at him before Vox pulled his face away to force back down his mouth to the hilt making him splutter out several choked noises before continuing with his prior task.

“Wait Vox-”

“Wait for what? I haven’t even gotten off yet, he’s here to be used so pick a part and go to town.” Vox cackled between his heaving chest, pressing his boot into Alastor’s crotch and making him whine around his length from the contact.

“I want his mouth, now,” Lucifer growled, still tending to his erection with languid strokes. “I’ll even let you claim his ass first. For an uptight idiot like this, wouldn’t that mean you were taking his virginity?” While he couldn’t know for sure if his insult was true he knew it would be more than enough bait to get Vox to give him what he wanted.

Jolts of electro-static buzzed through the overlord as if he were short-circuiting from the thought of claiming that sought-after prize none dared ever to steal for themselves. Systems whirling and his grip intensifying he made some particularly aggressive thrusts into Alastor’s mouth, making sure to rub the head of his cock against the bumps of the roof of his mouth before separating them entirely, fist still balled up in the sinner's crimson locks.

Gracelessly panting, Alastor’s face was already so utterly ruined from the onslaught, cheeks still glistening with sticky spent and saliva with his eyes dazed barely open. Once again despite the hypnotised state, his gaze fell to Lucifer, like searching out for a beacon of light amongst the darkness of tumultuous waves.

“Is it time for the little king to break me now?” Alastor licked over his lips expectantly, mouth parted in just about the most amorous manner possible, rutting into the press of Vox’s heel like he were a beast in heat.

Pangs of carnal desire gripped at the king without rest, clawing at his skin demanding for him to let go of his pride and shame to completely devour the sinner before him. He was almost taken aback by hearing those words come from such a spiteful mouth, the effects of the hypnosis feeling akin to whiplash that despite somewhat talking like Alastor he undoubtedly was still not what he wanted entirely. 

Vox shoved the sinner to the ground away from his cock, twisting his heel into Alastor’s growing heat before barking his orders again.

“Get on your hands and knees, spread those legs nice and wide for me.”

Alastor complied with little bite, his tail poking out from the back of his slacks twitching eagerly as he assumed a grovelling position. Staring up at Lucifer, it looked as though he wanted to drag him in further so he could begin his job though the angel flinched away a bit instinctively.

“Don’t you like, want me to conjure up at least a bed or something? Concrete walls doesn’t exactly scream sexy to me.” Lucifer joked awkwardly, feeling incalescence blooming across his face trying to keep his eyes off how unbelievably good Alastor looks on his knees.

“Huh? I mean sure I guess, I don’t really care.” Vox waved off Lucifer’s statement as he reached his hand around to grip Alastor’s perked tail to try and make him yelp.

Covering his mouth with his hand to hide his blush, Lucifer snapped his fingers and through swirls of incandescent shimmer and fanciful angelic magics a plush four-poster bed adorned with silken carmine sheets formed next to them. Stiffly shifting away, the angel sat atop the mattress with his fists balled into his lap, dick still twitching in interest as he looked to the sinner crouched low on the floor.

“Alright, I guess we can work with this. Go on then, make a command.” Vox grinned expectantly taking pleasure in seeing the king in such a flustered mess.

“Ah yeah right ahem— Alastor? Would you come over to me, please?” Lucifer reached his hand outwards to the kneeling sinner who crawled over to him and slotted perfectly between his thighs.

Vox approached from behind and yanked Alastor upwards onto his hands and knees again by his tail, roughly pulling off his coat from behind and tossing it to the side so he could get a better look at the fluffy mound protruding from his tailbone swishing about. 

Whimpering from the rough treatment, the sinner was practically pawing at Lucifer for attention, gripping at his legs to coax the angel into pushing his weeping cock into his mouth. Bizzare as his behaviour was from being lulled into this soporific state, Lucifer couldn't help the simmering excitement he felt bubbling over as he guided his thumb to open up his mouth.

Alastor instinctively licked over his thumb, simulating what he had done before to Vox using his hand while maintaining eye contact.

“What are you waiting for? Use me, Lucifer.” Resting his head on the angel’s thigh his face is composed into that wicked smile he’s all too familiar with. 

That damned look drove him insane like a bull seeing red. It really was Alastor in there, strange behaviours aside. Floods of memories and sinister desires crept up into his mind practically screaming to be let loose and take what he always wanted. To finally ruin that pretty little mouth of his that's always running with the most incessant whining.

Before Alastor could even make another teasing remark the angel pried his mouth open to harshly shove the full length of his cock to the back of his throat. In his shocked state, he exhaled sharply from his nose, a strained garbled noise rumbling around his length as he steadied himself back on his hands.

Coiling his fingers upwards, Lucifer yanked onto the demon’s antlers to guide his head into a better angle to pound against. Rushes of lightheadedness took over the sinner as he tried to match his enthusiasm with little leeway, suffocating underneath the sheer force of having his throat bashed against, his tongue barely able to move from grinding against the shaft of the angel’s cock. 

Lost in the intensity of the moment Lucifer relished in finally feeling himself stated from his nerve-wracking desires, barely comprehending the other overlord caressing Alastor’s lower half the other side of him. His twitching interest became painful throbbing as the tight heat of the radio demon’s mouth completely encapsulated his entire length to suction in on itself.

Sheer pressure against his taut skin as through slick saliva trails, Lucifer ground further into the ridges of his throat letting the sensitive head press up against his windpipe. Aching groans poured endlessly from his mouth as he sang praises of the sinner’s touch in some long-forgotten language. Each thrust into his mouth teasing against those jagged teeth begging to bite down only made the intensity rougher, with Alastor’s tongue finally catching up with the brutal pace to coil around his shaft tightly.

Watching the pair become engrossed in their libidinous exchange, Vox dialled up his aggression further, yanking down the sinner’s slacks to his knees to grope at his bare ass while still caressing the soft plush fur of his tail. Directing his own pulsing slippery length he rubbed into between his trembling thighs and smeared himself along the curves of his cheeks. 

Vox let out a deep sigh as he let himself grind into Alastor’s half-hard appendage twitching in interest, gripping onto his thighs for support as he rutted into the smooth flesh between his legs. Impatience grew thin as he kept catching glimpses of Lucifer’s blissed-out expression as he was lavishly being taken care of by the bend-over sinner eagerly letting his mouth be fucked relentlessly.

‘ Fuck sake even under hypnosis that bastard chose him.’ Vox simmered with misplaced jealousy, foregoing his usual preparation rituals to defile Alastor’s twitching hole with his claws almost immediately, slathering them in his own saliva before forcing both fingers inwards with considerable force.

An unrestrained screech fell from the demon’s mouth as his body was invaded, making him pull back from Lucifer’s assault to catch his breath for the moment. Legs trembling from the shift in pressure Alastor looked up at Lucifer with what could only be explained to be doe-like eyes.

“Green really is your colour Vox— what with all the raging envy I can feel from you now,” Alastor rasped out as his body jerked forward to press into Lucifer’s crotch from the violent motions of the other overlord impatiently stretching him out. “Mind you I wouldn’t say I’m against such rough treatment, but you could use a bit more finesse.”

“I should never have given you back that blasted fucking voice, stay quiet Alastor,” Vox grunted as he continued to pump his fingers into the demon’s slicked hole, the skin threatening to tear from the scratches of his claws.

Like clockwork, Alastor seized up as he adhered to the command. Without a single quip, he splayed his mouth open to be used, bearing his tongue as though it were a prize to be taken by the king. Even his laboured breaths lost their sound, mouthings of desperation against his aching length to follow through with his orders in this fragmented lucidity. 

Lucifer gasped at the contact, feeling the rich splendour of Alastor’s lips pressed against his cock and drinking in the sight of those scorching ruby eyes set on his expression watching intently to make sure he was doing a good job in pleasing him. He knew this was technically Alastor, or at least a part of him, that look in his eyes felt like a mirror to his soul screaming to be set free. Somehow this sobering thought brought him to an even greater height of pleasure, while his body was ready to serve he was sure his mind wanted nothing more than to tear him apart.

He was undeniably irritated that Vox made him halt his vicious words, it made this experience far more enjoyable than he had initially thought. His mind drifted back to their first encounter, seeing the confusion and reluctant acceptance of desire fueling the sinner and he couldn’t help but go against the command.

“Alastor, you can speak. I want to hear you moan for me.” Lucifer said without thinking as he stroked along his hair, watching the demon surprisingly nuzzle into the touch before he snapped back from his breathless command.

“As you wish, sire.” He announced, briefly turning to shoot an indescribable look at Vox who retorted with forceful jutting of his fingers.

A pained yelp escaped his lips from the cutting jabs of Vox’s claws, him pulling back entirely making sure to scrape against his inner walls enough to make him bleed and bringing his hand to his lips. As if he were sampling the sweetest nectar, the television demon lapped up every last bit of residue from his fingers to indulge in Alastor’s scent, eyes spinning in place as pop-ups buzzed on his screen uncontrollably.

Not wanting to share the spotlight of Alastor’s pleasure, Lucifer yanked up Alastor by his collar, bending his back at an almost impossible angle so he could indulge himself in his mouth. While his eyes initially widened, the sinner followed through with his task to bite against his lips, offering himself up to be completely consumed by the fallen angel.

Kissing him was addictive, his clumsy eagerness still remained even in this state as Lucifer licked across his teeth, clashing of mouths and throaty moans mixing into a cacophony of lewd noises. Lucifer let his claws run through the underside of his hair, brushing up against the fuzzy shaved back before lacing into the plumes of crimson threads. It was sheer savagery in how they attacked one another with their mouths, like desperate threadbare souls drinking the last drop of water in an arenose wasteland. 

Digging his claws into Alastor’s hips, Vox lined himself up against Alastor’s slick entrance, leaving no room for restraint as he pushed the tip into his tightened heat. Wisping hisses of static fizzled through his internal speakers as his cock was sucked into that unbearably tantalising hole for the first time. 

Their unbroken kiss was severed upon impact from Vox pressing into him, an unrestrained moan forced through his gritted teeth as the Radio Demon surprised both of them with his words.

“Oh fuck… Lucifer .” He whined, pulling his arms to grasp at the angel’s waist and brace for the other overlords onslaught.

“Are…are you fucking kidding me right now?” Vox stared down at the sinner he was joined with in pure shock, shooting a glare towards the angel who couldn’t help but look a little smug.

Before the angel could speak he felt the jerking motions of Alastor squishing into as the overlord pounded into his asshole recklessly, each thrust hitting with a punishing blow drove down to the hilt. Alastor’s body could barely keep up, the stretching of his aching hole pulling apart the slight cuts further. Pleasurable slick mixed with the blooms of claret painting the shaft of Vox’s dick as he fucked into the demon with a possessive urgency.

“Scream my fucking name Alastor, say my fucking name while I fuck you. Say my fucking name right now and tell me how good it feels while I ruin your tight little asshole.” Vox growled with his back arced downward, resting one hand on Alastor’s hip and the other tightly pulling on his flickering tail.

Unable to resist the command he complied fully, his blissed-out dazed expression staring up at Lucifer from his crotch the whole time, mouth brushing against the supple grooves of his cock as he sings to the electric melody given to him.

“Vox, Vox, Vox…feeling your cock pound inside me, abusing my insides like a ravenous beast. It feels…unbelievable. Vox please, keep fucking me just like that!” Alastor’s raised words sounded so unbelievably out of character and hollow that even his radio filter dared not coat these words in his usual bravado. 

Lucifer bit his lip studying the expression of the sinner; the way his sweat slicked his fringe against his forehead, his cheeks painted in sticky spend and the way his bruised mouth puffed up from the various exchanges that violated his mouth in such a way. Blood seeped into Alastor’s lips like a rouge tint, smeared macabre lipstick that made his half-lidded expression look downright sinful. 

Layered moans choked out of his mouth as Vox ground so deeply into him, angling his hips erratically to search out for his sweet spot. From underneath Alastor’s weeping neglected cock was firmly pressed up into his stomach, his throbbing erection slapping against the skin with every rolling motion of the other overlord’s hips against his ass. 

Pulling on his tail only made the mix of pleasure even more-so heightened, his sensitive neurons firing into a melded combination of pain and pleasure. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes instinctively, streaming down his face to mix with his blooded mouth as he continued to shout out Vox’s name as if his life depended on it.

Lucifer could only watch on in confusion; stirring lustful thoughts from watching him get ruined with the creeping disturbed feeling from Vox’s order. Clearly he wasn’t fond of sharing the attention, especially when Alastor was paying attention to him instead of Vox. Somehow even in this delirious state, he seemed to at the very least want to call out his name instead, it was especially evident in the shifting glances he was receiving.

‘No! This is just the hypnosis, he was asked to serve both and he took that literally so every bit of attention has to be shared it can’t mean something more…right?’ Lucifer contemplated for a brief moment before siking himself back up to engage with them both again.

He thought long and hard about what exactly he wanted to do, something that could sate his desires and stop Vox from going completely off the rails and potentially taking it out on Alastor further. Collecting himself became significantly more difficult as he jumped from the surprising touch, feeling Alastor licking across his still-hardened shaft between his jerked motions. His eyes rolled into the back of his head his body rutted into Alastor’s mouth on auto-pilot, bouts of pleasure mixing with his train of thought leading him into a feedback loop.

But with a flash, it hit him. A truly devious plan that would keep them all quite happy. Though the logistics would be something to consider he decided to throw caution to the wind and see if he could goad Vox into his idea.

“Hey- Ah fuuuuuck,” Lucifer hissed, stopping for a moment to groan from a particularly sensual lick across his cock head from Alastor. “Vox, shit…I err, I have an idea of something I’d like to try.”

“Oh yeah? ‘Cause not gonna lie, I think I’m pretty content ruining this tight little hole, Alastor seems fine with it aren’t you, my little fucking filthy slut?” Despite knowing all of the praise was fake he asked for it anyway, his voice straining with every thrust.

“Vox…Vox…Vox…” Alastor mumbled through his pained moans, like the chant to a mantra being just about the only words he could muster up currently.

Lucifer held back his discomfort to continue presenting his idea, still he could not help the swelling desire from creeping up inside, grinding his cock into Alastor’s mouth whenever he was able to catch their attention.

“I was thinking, maybe we don’t exactly have to take turns with his ass. I’m sure he’d fall apart both with and without hypnosis if we both filled him at the same time. Heck, imagine his expression if we flipped him out of it while he was buried to the hilt on both of our cocks?” Lucifer smirked to try and add to the allurement of the deal, not knowing if he’d take the bait.

“Fuck, Lucifer…guess they don’t call you the origin of temptation for nothin’, my only issue on-,” He stopped for a moment to deliver a particularly aggressive grind into Alastor’s ass making him moan mercilessly. “-On that front is well, how do I say this without getting smited? Smote? Well, err you know what I mean.”

“Say what?”

“Errr…you’re a bit…vertically challenged?” Vox stared downwards but it was clear he was trying to hold back his laughter.

‘Seriously, it’s like there’s fucking two of ‘em sometimes’

“Oh ha ha ha, laugh it up dickhead,” Lucifer shoots him a glare before smoothing back over. “You stand, I’ll kneel on the bed, deal?”

“Oh fuck that I’ll agree to it but no deals attached, I didn’t become a fucking overlord misstepping my words.” Vox slowed his movements down to a crawl, still relishing in the few thrusts he could pump into him before pulling out entirely.

Alastor let out a whine from the lack of contact, his abused hole twitching and flexing instinctively begging to be filled once more. Kneeling down infront of Lucifer, he awaited his orders, positioning himself between his thighs again.

“Noted, this feels like a rather idle conversation for two guys fucking their nemesis.” Lucifer joked to keep things light, sensing the distrust from the overlord.

“Pfft, you started it.” While his words were directed at the angel his gaze was undoubtedly tracking and admiring his handiwork in breaking down Alastor, watching as his legs trembled when adjusting himself to lean on his shins.

Slipping away from behind the sinner, he cracked the palm of his hand against his bare ass which echoed through the room. Alastor lurched forward, a constricted unnatural noise trapped in his throat as his ears pinned to the top of his head from the unexpected contact. Vox cackled to himself at Alastor’s shaken form before leaning himself against the bedpost to take in the sinner’s expression.

“Alright Lucifer, lead the charge.” Vox gestured his hands out, taking the time to pull off his pants and toss them aside for better manoeuvrability.

“Hmmm think you’re strong enough to hold up the little doe for me the whole time?” He teased, pressing his boot against Alastor’s forehead to push him towards the other sinner.

With a resounding ‘ hmph !’ from benign questions, Vox grabbed Alastor by the arm and yanked him up to his feet. Without his orders, he was relatively limp and lifeless again with that same blank stare that Lucifer couldn’t help but cringe at. Hooking his arms into his thighs Vox spread Alastor’s legs open and hoisted him up such that his ass was hovering over his twitching cock and each of the anterior sides of his elbows held up his legs in place.

“You mean like this?” Vox clenched his body inwards making Alastor’s lithe frame crumble slightly, lacing his fingers behind Alastor’s head as though he were keeping him in some kind of bizarre headlock.

“Yeah, but I wanna fix him first, give him back his personality, that blank stare is creepy as fuck.” Lucifer shuffled himself to position on his knees, giving his cock a few strokes to keep himself hard while they adjusted for the position.

Licking across the side of his neck, the overlord inhaled deeply to bask in Alastor’s scent in a way he never could if he were conscious before reluctantly giving him back his illusionary inflexions to keep Lucifer happy. Before proceeding he lined up his dick against his still-leaking entrance, prodding the head to slightly ease open the abused muscle as he went to whisper his final command.

“Show us your wild side Alastor, give us that godforsaken asshole charm as we fill you till you break,” Vox murmured into his ear in a sultry tone, watching the flutter of his eyelashes alluding to the Radio Demon’s slightly more conscious state as he forcefully rams his entire length back into the sinner at once.

“Well, I can’t say this isn’t a rather-” Cut off by heaves of his chest, Alastor’s body is left quivering as he feels the force of the overlord tearing him apart mid-sentence, his head slammed back into the crook of his shoulder as laboured breaths are hissing through his gritted teeth. “-interesting way to wake up again.”

Wordlessly, Vox bounced the demon on his aching length, tightening his grip to keep Alastor in place as he fucks his ass raw, every scrape against his inner walls like shooting sparks of painful pleasure. Stifled moans reverberate through his speakers pushed into the back of Alastor’s head, the sound of the skin slapping against one another echoing through the concrete imprisonment.

Watching on intently, Lucifer motioned for Vox to approach, pushing his fingers to Alastor’s open exasperated mouth to coat in saliva.

“Lick. Be a good little doe for me and I’ll make sure this doesn’t hurt as much.” He smiled almost sweetly, coaxing the sinner to run his tongue along his fingers.

As he was before with his cock, Alastor curled and wrapped his mouth around his two digits, sucking on them expectantly while staring him down. The sheer rush of those emblazoned eyes tracking his arousal sent him reeling. 

It felt far too much like Alastor now, that ungodly sinister charm that smirked around his fingers hollowing his cheeks out as the tip of his tongue danced around the sharp points of his claws. While he could stay like this forever, he was sure he could draw out even more fun from him the moment he finally is able to wreak that tight pulsing heat that was already eagerly sucking in the other overlord.

Sufficiently soaked in saliva, Lucifer pulled his hand away with a satisfying pop before drawing himself down to caress the join between the two. His focus was trance-like as he hooked his first finger into the slight opening while Vox fucked into him, the sinner’s cock rubbing up against the back of his finger and jolting against him.

“Lucifer, is this how you wanted me?” Alastor cooed in such a way that was a little off from before, reaching out his arms to wrap around the angel’s neck to pull all three of them much closer together. 

‘Surely the order wouldn’t have made him have this much kick to his voice…there’s no way he’s awake, right?’ Lucifer shook off the thought, dismissing it in favour of focusing on his task.

Pushing his finger in further he stirred around inside his ruined insides, already feeling the harsh cuts and bruises forming inside of him from Vox’s rough treatment. Yet he still felt pliable enough to continue, with only slight trembles from his legs from some of the more aggressive thrusts. Content to continue on he slipped his second finger in, this time a pained hiss rumbled through Alastor’s chest, his hands raking through Lucifer’s hair.

Pumping his fingers in and out with more confidence than before, he motioned his mouth out to get Alastor to kiss him which he complied with almost immediately. Vox made a subtle grunt of disapproval and drew his pace faster to make the demon choke out a moan into his mouth, but it did not sway either from continuing. Hungrily they drank in one another together as the assault on his insides from both angles became even more urgent, teeth clashing together and desperate gasps of elation. 

Lucifer was first to pull away, pressing his forehead into Alastor’s chest as he vigorously crooned his fingers and scissored them about to stretch his asshole further, each press against his battered walls along with the rapid pounding of Vox’s cock made Alastor unable to hold back his voice any longer.

Dropping one of his arms from clutching onto Lucifer, he instead brought his head back to tilt Vox’s screen to look at him.

“What’s the matter, old pal? Still prefer to watch over sharing me?” He grinned before tugging on his screen to bring his mouth to his impossible tongue.

With all his systems whirling into overdrive, it looked as though several of the pixels on his screen became shot before renewing themselves from the surprise as he impatiently shoved his tongue down Alastor’s throat. Their laced moans were like a symphony, crackling static and television glitches merging the unrestrained groans to the beat of Vox’s now more directed thrusts. 

Through the controlled slightly slow more sensual actions of the Overlord, Lucifer was finally able to make some more headway, forcing a third finger to slip into the mix as he used his other hand to stroke against Alastor’s aching neglected length, streams of pre-cum trickled down like the spout of the tip. Throaty restless sobs were trapped in the sinner’s chest as he actively ground his body to feel the fullness inside him, mingling with the ragged kisses between him and Vox.

With a sharp plunge and a particularly harsh squeeze of his weeping cock, Alastor let out a rasped moan, pulling out of his kiss to writhe in pleasure, riding out each lustful wave with a jerk of his elevated hips. Lucifer removed all of his fingers at once, knowing he was finally at a point where he could take the both of them at once. 

“Lucifer…what are you doing?” The mounted sinner mourned the loss of his fingers, grasping outwards to try and drag him into another kiss which the angel promptly stopped.

“Don’t worry little doe, I’ll be giving you something even greater than that now.” He stroked along his face as he motioned for Vox to stop plunging into him.

“Make this quick Lucifer. I don’t think I can hold on much longer from filling him up.” His voice came out strained. Flashes of pop-ups showing various progression bars and overclocked statistics buzzing through him, swimming around his glassy head like a bowl of goldfish.

Angling his hips upward, Lucifer held his cock in one hand and used the pair to keep himself steady as he slowly guided the head to push into Alastor’s puckered, filled entrance. Curling into the motion he ground slightly into Vox’s exposed shaft making him buckle slightly from the light contact. Through several awkwardly missed attempts of letting his dick rub against both of them, he manages to finally push into contact, sucking in a breath as he braces from the unbelievable tightness.

Sharp pains jolt through the sinner as he widely scratches at Lucifer’s back and head again for support, keen whines from the ache in his lower half making his cock pulse rapidly in sync with his rabbiting heartbeat. Claws digging into the angel’s shoulder blades, Alastor practically shreds the shirts underneath into ribbons, rivulets of prismatic golden shimmer embedding into under his nails with his sinful angelic flesh. 

“Oh my…I didn’t think t-this is what you had in mind,” Alastor croaked out between heaves of his chest, static inflexions even greater than before. “Absolute filth the pair of you.”

“Don’t act like you don’t love it.” Lucifer punctuated his sentence with a wink as he eased his cock into stretching more of his, the muscled ring nearly tearing apart at the seams from having two bulging cocks fill him so deeply.

Reaching about halfway inwards, the angel began to rock his hips back and forth with a sweeping motion, rolling his hips into a slow arc and goading Vox to match his pace. Quick on the uptake the overlord followed, at first at a gradual measure, picking up momentum as they both clumsily drew in and out of the sinner. Intense shockwaves of gratification spread through the pair like blooming ink spilt across a page, the bizarre yet alluring aching pleasure of their cocks rutting against each other in such a confined space.

“Fuuuuuuck me Lucifer…this feels incredible.” Vox was practically lost for words, the vorticose flutterings of what sounded like computer fans emitting a low hum from some unknown part of his body.

“Hah…didn’t I say this would be a-” Lucifer drove a particularly deep thrust into both of them before continuing. “-great idea?” His head lolled to the side with a lopsided grin.

Flexing out his fingers, the angel drew his hands upwards to place one at Alastor’s hips and the other to smother the head of his cock into his fist, letting their rutting motions grind his sensitive tip into his palm for that last little piece of heaven in this lewd exchange. 

Unable to even comprehend the strain on his body anymore, Alastor stretched forward to full grasp onto Lucifer, garbled howling and laboured heavings of his chest barely coherent anymore. And with it the pace of the two fucking into him quickened, finding their rhythm easier and both thrusting deeply into every possible crevice left behind. Utterly broken and ruined the sinner’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, his noises sounding almost possessed by a malevolent spirit until amongst all the muffled noises his voice croaked out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck…Lucifer…”

“For fuck sake, why? Why the fuck do you keep only saying his name?” Vox’s fury steamed up like a kettle on the stove, leading the onslaught into a punishing pace as he ragged at the radio demon’s aching limp form being pounded into.

‘No…it can’t be?’ More clarity seemed to wash over him as a devilish smirk crept into the corners of his lips.

A barking of laughter drew up from Lucifer’s chest, him matching every beat of Vox’s punishment with his own, bouncing the demon on both their cocks, the clench of his tight muscle barely able to keep together as Alastor felt he could be split apart at any point.

“Break, fuck…I’m gonna break…too much…fuck— too much.” Alastor whispered out from under his breath, gulps of saliva being forced back down into his mouth as his head spun with dizziness.

“Vox, haven’t you realised yet?” Lucifer’s chortles could barely be held back, taking the time to lean forward and press several kisses against Alastor’s neck before pulling back and resuming his sped-up pace.

“Realised what?” He blinked, his arms tiring slightly from the position and slightly lowering Alastor’s spread legs in his grasp as he eyes up Lucifer with a suspicious expression.

Instead of directly answering, Lucifer licked a long stripe up the delineation of the sinner’s jugular before squeezing his palm into the rutting cock of the radio demon, watching as the demon yelped in his grasp in such a way that couldn’t be a blurred haze.

“So little doe, when were you going to announce to us that you managed to break from the hypnosis ?” Lucifer’s sing-song tone made both Vox and Alastor stop dead in their tracks, and with it, his smirk grew wilder as he managed to catch the radio demon out.

“Are-Are you serious? But, but when? How ? I was juiced up on enough angelic blood to level a fucking city.” Vox protested, snarling at the sinner who he was still firmly buried inside.

“Oh boo, you’re no fun Lucifer, we could have kept going if you hadn’t opened your trap,” Alastor’s demeanour fully settled back into his usual bravado, his body squirming on the speared cocks filling him. “Though I appreciate finally being allowed to catch my breath, honestly you’re both such brutes.” He feigned fainting like a cartoonish damsel in distress, laying his head against Vox’s shoulder and directing a smug look towards him.

“I’ll fucking slaughter you I swear to-”

“Hey quit it the pair of you, not exactly the time to be fucking squabbling, awake or not I fully intend to finish what I started.” Lucifer gestured his hips forward with a roll and Alastor sucked in a breath in response. 

“Ugh, fucking whatever, at least I get to listen to him scream for my cock.” Vox picked up his pace again to mimic the king’s pattern, both of them grinding into him in unison.

Continuous pounding against his asshole made his moans turn to shrieks as he gripped tightly onto Lucifer begging for release. Both Vox and Lucifer hit a second wind with their energy to drill into his tight little sweet spot with a brutal stride. Agonisingly sensual rutting into Lucifer’s palm was already sending him over the edge, his static-laced growls becoming more animalistic in nature as his antlers began to grow in size.

Lucifer leaned into the crook of his shoulder as he fucked into him, his lustful panting making the sinner shiver from the graze of his breath prickling against the hairs on his neck. As if pure instinct took over the king bit down into the soft flesh, not enough to pierce the skin but just so he could feel the rumbles of elation trapped in Alastor’s throat. He sucked on the spot needily, deeply inhaling the woodsy musk of the demon’s cologne as the taste of his skin danced in his mouth.

Having no fallback from the hypnosis, Alastor felt exposed, his whole body writhing from the assault on all his senses driving him past the point of overstimulation. His stretched-slicked asshole perpetually turned to putty, feeling himself being pulled apart by their harshness in such a way that was horribly sensitive yet utterly addictive. Even he was surprised at just how much his legs were trembling, the painful throb of his shaft building up pressure that he couldn’t bear to hold onto for much longer.

Giving it all the energy he had left, the radio demon ground into Lucifer’s palm as much as he could, letting the rocking waves of pleasure fill him to the brim until that fateful moment when the dam finally burst forth. An ear-piercing howl screeched through the air as he finally reached his climax. Ropes of pearly sticky spend shot from the tip into the clenched fist of the angel, glistening against his palm and coating all three of them as his body jittered and shook from the crashing wave of his orgasm. 

He expected them to slow down so he could catch his breath but still, they continued. Chasing their own manner of pleasures while Lucifer used his own slick liquid to keep pumping at his cock, the burning ache of his already slightly softened appendage felt raw from the friction. Every prickling neuron screamed for his body to cease, like pins and needles crawling under his skin yet still he could barely beg them to stop, with only soft whimpers of half-hearted demands even reaching his lips.

“T-Too much…I’m gonna break, fuck. Lucifer…Vox I-” His words were cut short as they hoisted him up into an even more crumpled position, both pressing their cocks upward into him till both were buried to the hilt.

Another undignified yowl left his lips as he was driven into again, those very same stringing tears pooling at the corners again and running down his cheeks. Alastor bit down on his lip in an attempt to keep his voice in check but it was a fruitless effort as with the continued relent against him the moans were dragged out of him unwillingly.

“Shhhh, don’t worry little doe, we’ll give you a break soon, here give me your mouth again, let me taste you one last time.” Lucifer whispered into his neck with an oddly gentle kiss on the underside of his chin.

Alastor couldn’t help but comply, his addiction to feeling the taste of the angel in his own mouth was enough to let him keep some manner of sanity as he latched onto him.

Rolling his eyes at the ridiculous behaviour of his fellow sinner, Vox couldn’t help but treat him more savagely again, brutalising his puckered hole without any respite with several angled thrusts. 

Like an untimely crescendo, he rutted into him with erratic movements, feeling the rise of his climax hitting almost instantly with a grunt, painting the sinner's insides as well as the other cock rubbing up against his own. In his euphoric frazzled state, the monitors blew smoke, as though several bulbs had blown and he was about to shut down all his systems. And with it, his body started to slump, heavings of his exhausted chest barely managing to hold Alastor up to let the angel finish.

Lucifer kept with his pace between his frenzied kisses, swallowing in every last desperate noise Alastor made like it were a fine whiskey. They burned together in this wild reckless exchange, nips and bites digging into either pair's tongues letting their blood mix and intermingle into a harmonious delicacy. 

With what little strength he had left, Vox forced a last few thrusts out of himself, angling in just a way to caress against Lucifer’s own bulging appendage that finally burst forth. He buried himself as deep as he could as he cried out the sinner’s name, streams of cum oozing out of Alastor’s tightened ass already as all three men were completely drained of energy. 

Heavings of laboured wheezes were the only thing that broke the silence. While Lucifer and Vox could manage to catch their breath, Alastor did not fare any better, looking as though he was on the verge of fainting from how plalid his skin looked. Stilled moments of them all looking at one another continued, mixes of awkward glances and sheer ecstasy radiating through all three of them.

Vox was the first to pull away, removing his cock from the join and practically throwing Alastor against the bed who simply lay crumpled from the mess, knocking Lucifer to the side in the process. The angel threw himself back to lie down, trying his best to not look too pleased with himself as Alastor lay curled up with the mix of liquids leaking from his ass.

Pacing himself around, Vox walked around the two before ultimately also slumping himself to lie down. His erratic breathing ever so slightly caught up with himself, sweat dripping from his chest enough to cause an electrical fire as he buried his screen into the mattress. 

Lucifer went to reach out to Alastor, noticing all of the blooming bruises that decorated his skin from just how horribly rough they had both been with him, Etchings of handprints and blackened splotches marring just about every inch of his sensitive areas.

“Hey, Al…you good there?”

Alastor turned his head to the side to stare at Lucifer, a look of utter revulsion in his crunched-up brow as he spat out his last passing remark.

“You should have listened to what I had to say, sire.” With his last remaining strength, the pool of shadows lowered and sucked his lithe trembling form into the darkness, only the glower of his snarling eyes flickering at the last minute before he vanished into smoke.

Lucifer reached out to try and grab him to stop but he became corporeal before he even got the chance, traces of sooted ashen billows in the breeze slipping through his fingers.

He had fucked up, far more this time than the last.

“Fuck sake I screwed up again,” Lucifer buried his fingers into his hands, bemoaning his self-inflicted torment. “I knew we should have just erased his memories now we’ll never get a chance again.”

“With all due respect Your Majesty, I am 90% sure this is him telling you he’s into you.” Vox groaned with a dispirited inflexion, turning his body over to rub against his clouded screen.

“You two fucking hate each other how can I possibly believe what you’re saying?” Lucifer nearly sobbed into his own hands, distraught from giving into his sinful desires to brutally subjugate the demon a second time.

“It wasn’t always like that…” Vox said wistfully before propping himself up on his elbows. “Trust me, if you go to him now…I think- ugh, I think he’ll have something more favourable to say.” He grimaced.

“Why are you telling me this? You clearly don’t like it when he takes more interest in me.” The angel hissed out, still prying at his own face from the shame.

“I ain’t gonna let my ticket into this fun little project slip away, am I?” The overlord laughed, taking a surprisingly honest approach as he shifted to lie on his side to look at the king.

“You’re awful.”

“We’re in hell, Lucifer.”

“Ugh, you sound just like him.” He sniffled, rubbing the base of his palms into his eyes to straighten up his manner with an awkward laugh.

Vox winked at him, pointing an accusatory claw towards Lucifer before dragging it across the glass of his screen, those very same concentric circles twirling endlessly, like a spiral to be engrossed in forevermore.

“And that’s exactly why, you’ll keep coming back to both of us .”