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Charlie flinched.

Her heart pounded as the door slammed shut behind her father, his amber eyes fiery red now, ablaze with anger, the imposing horns on his head adding to the intensity of the moment.

His breath came out ragged and with flames, leaving no doubt that he was furious.

Charlie didn't dare to imagine the state of the room he had just left.

While it was true that the damage could be repaired with magic, doing so required effort, and three times in one week was simply too much.

Her concern deepened as she worried about something far more significant than material possessions.

It wasn't the thought of broken items that worried her, but the state of her father's relationship and his emotional stability.

She dreaded the possibility of him sinking back into depression, an all too familiar sight for her growing up.

In recent times, things had been surprisingly peaceful.

An agreement was reached between Heaven and Hell that, while not perfect, seemed to satisfy both parties. Limits had been imposed on the hotel's capacity, and the flow of souls entering the heavenly gates was tightly controlled.

Perhaps the most significant development was the cessation of eliminations, bringing a welcome reprieve from the bloodshed and fearamongst the sinners. 

Also, with the new conditions placed upon the Overlords, they were held accountable for the well-being of the souls in their care. They were forbidden from mistreatment and required to provide reasonable working conditions.

Despite the challenges of implementing these changes, Lucifer had managed to thrive. 

But it wasn't just his newfound leadership role and responsibility for his subjects that had brought about positive changes in Lucifer.

The key factor behind his transformation had been the blossoming of his personal life, specifically his relationship with Alastor.

This unexpected romance had caught many off guard.

Charlie had hoped for a harmonious relationship between the two, but she never could have anticipated the deep connection that would form.

Their love was certainly unconventional, but undeniably genuine.

It hadn't been long before Lucifer had decided to take a bold step and publicly acknowledge their relationship and they even had gone that far to formalize their union in the equivalent of a hellish wedding.

The news of the King of Hell himself formalizing a relationship with one of the most feared Overlords had been a spectacle like no other.

The media frenzy had been intense, with wild theories and sensationalized stories circulating, people speculating that Lucifer had ensnared Alastor with a nefarious deal or vice versa, eagerly seeking every juicy detail and attempting to capture the moments, only resulting in blurry, pixelated photos and videos, those brave enough to try often not surviving the encounter.

Alastor had found the situation hilariously amusing when the Media Demon had quite literally blown his top after learning about the relationship. Growing a new head was a laborious and uncomfortable process, requiring a significant amount of effort and patience, even for an Overlord of his caliber,... undoubtedly a tedious task.

Over time though , things began to settle, and life assumed a more peaceful routine.

Alastor diligently managed the hotel alongside Charlie, managed his Overlord Business and even almost daily found time to cook dinner.

Lucifer, on the other hand, threw himself into his work with enthusiasm, drafting plans and establishing new rules to govern. Alastor proved to be a helpful partner, offering his sharp intellect and meticulous attention to detail to support Lucifer's efforts.

Despite the lack of obvious displays of affection, Charlie noticed how genuinely Alastor cared for her father.

Even when confronted with Lucifer's overly affectionate nature, Alastor would offer a tortured but honest smile, indicating that he genuinely loved the king of hell despite the challenges of dealing with his physical expressions of fondness.

Actually, their union served as a stabilizing force, preventing Lucifer from fully succumbing to his impulsive tendencies and Charlie found comfort in the fact that Alastor grounded her father and kept him in check, preferring not to delve into the intimate aspects of the king's relationship with the deerdemon.

Whatever they did behind closed doors was their business, and as long as it kept them happy, the princess chose not to dwell on it.

What mattered to her was that it seemed to be working out for them in their own unique way.

It hadn't been too long ago that it seemed evry day was quite a good day in hell, but recently, a tension had begun to build between the couple.

Their arguments had grown more frequent and more violent, creating a sense of discontent that hung heavy in the air, casting a dark shadow over them that wasn't Alastors.

Charlie couldn't help but feel worried and uneasy, sensing that something was amiss in their once seemingly stable relationship.

She just couldn't bear the thought of another breakup, and her worried gaze pleaded silently with her father.

Thankfully, upon noticing her distraught expression, Lucifer immediately transformed back into his normal form, concern etched on his face.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll sort this out. I'll fix the room right away, alright?"

Charlie nodded silently, searching his gaze for reassurance.

She could sense the sincerity in her father's words and desperately wanted to believe him.

Lucifer stepped into the destroyed room and couldn't help but let out a weary sigh at the sight before him.

It resembled a war zone, with tables and chairs overturned, scattered everywhere.

A window shattered, the curtain still smoldering from the aftermath.

The fallen angel shook his head, the weight of frustration and exhaustion clearly etched on his face.

Frustration welled up within him as he realized that once again, Alastor had vanished, hiding within the shadows. It was an all too familiar pattern.

Whenever emotions surfaced, his partner would retreat, avoiding the situation entirely, instead of facing their issues together.

Lucifer's heart ached , feeling rejected once more.

"Bastard...", he muttered, his voice tinged with disappointment and resignation.

He had long since understood that physical affection and romance were not Alastor's strong suit.

Trying various gestures, offering gifts and expressing his affection, only to be met with indifference.

When the king once gave Alastor a Bouquet of flowers, the latter had merely questioned their purpose, asking what he should do with deceased vegetation.

Cooking for him received a lukewarm compliment, Alastor telling him that he himself would have managed the task way better, and even during intimate moments, like cuddling during a movie night, the Overlord would complain about wrinkled clothes. 

Though, amidst the emotional roller coaster of their relationship, there were moments where the deerdemon sought closeness as well.

After exhausting meetings with the other Overlords, during bouts of physical pain, when panic attacks shattered his sleep and (after all these years) on his mother's deathdate he found solace in Lucifer's arms.

These rare instances of vulnerability were precious to the king, who cherished them deeply. 

In the bedroom, things worked quite harmoniously between the unlikely couple.

While Alastor had some unique methods to manage getting an erection and didn't explicitly seek climax, he willingly engaged in intimacy with Lucifer, albeit it was often the deerdemon who determined when and how they would be intimate, and while it may not have been what Lucifer fully desired, they still found a level of comfort and connection in their physical encounters.

Their bedroom activities were somewhat modest in nature, consisting of a mix of kissing, biting, and occasionally changing positions.

During these moments, if Lucifer timed it perfectly, he could even evoke a satisfying response from Alastor, leaving him with a bleating noise of pleasure when he came.

The fallen angel found a certain joy in pushing his partner to this point and a sense of delight in witnessing his lover's momentary loss of control, even if Alastor often expressed a touch of disgust afterwards, wrinkling his nose at the resulting mess. 

But over time, their sexual encounters had become increasingly rare and Lucifer tried to understand the reasons behind this diminishing frequency in their intimate life.

Of course he never would have pressured his partner into intercourse and  had his own ways of satisfying himself without it becoming dull (one advantage of having a long tail and the ability to clone himself certainly had its perks).

Yet, for Lucifer, it wasn't just about the absence of intimacy; it was the lack of feeling wanted, feeling valued that truly distressed him.

He perceived a growing distance between them, which fueled his anxiety.

So he decided to approach Alastor, initiating the same conversation time and time again. Each time, it spiraled into an argument, with Lucifer accusing Alastor of disregarding his dream of a fulfilling, loving relationship and home with his insensitive and cold behavior.

Alastor on the other hand defended himself by insisting he had always been this way and questioned why Lucifer was so upset, offering to schedule intimate moments upon request, but the fallen angel longed for expressions of love, tenderness, and passion, and yearned for his partner to truly listen without immediately feeling attacked.

Yet, Alastor consistently failed to understand his desires, resulting in recurring arguments and growing frustration.

Lucifer watched as his magic meticulously reconstructed the room, his thoughts lingering on the issue at hand.

He contemplated whether he should continue their argument later, in the privacy of their bedroom.

Frustration and concern weighed heavily on his mind, but also a tinge of hope that maybe, yes, maybe, they could finally resolve their issues in the intimate sanctuary of their shared space.

The clock struck midnight, and there was no sign of Alastor.

Lucifer sat on the edge of their bed, still dressed, his gaze fixed on the vacant side next to him, the emptiness weighing heavily on him, leaving him alone with his thoughts and a growing sense of unease.

Typically, in the quiet hours of the night, he would find solace in staring at his partner's back, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Despite the years, Lucifer couldn't help but still admire and adore Alastor.

The deerdemon hadn't lost any of his captivating allure. In fact, over the years, Lucifer had discovered hidden details about him, details known only by him.

The freckles on his shoulders, the untold tales behind each scar, and the secret cut in his ear hidden by soft fur.

The wound persisted as a reminder of his narrow escape from being struck by an angel-steel weapon during his early days in Hell, refusing to heal completely.

And of course .... There was Alastor's tail, a secret he'd made sure to keep to himself. He had even gone as far as to have Lucifer sign a binding contract, ensuring they never spoke a word about it with anyone else.

The Overlord had admitted to being ashamed of this aspect of himself, confessing how he had initially tried cutting it off, only to find that it grew back swiftly.

It came as no surprise to Lucifer that Alastor would opt for such a solution, given his inclination to distance himself from anything uncomfortable, even if it meant removing body parts if necessary.

Lucifer sighed heavily, .... so it seemed to be one of those nights again.

He had no idea where Alastor sought refuge – whether it was within the depths of his bayou, indulging himself at Mimzy's bar, or perhaps some new place he was kept in the dark about. 

Even after all these years together, this man still seemed to harbor secrets, leaving Lucifer feeling disconnected.

The fallen angel stepped out onto the balcony, taking in the view of the city stretched out before him.

Surprisingly, there were only faint cries and no explosions, a rare moment of tranquility.

Wanting to alleviate some of the tension in his shoulders and to escape the thoughts on his mind, Lucifer spread his wings and took off to the air.

From this elevated perspective, everything looked different—except for his problems and worries, which seemed to follow him.

Lucifer settled on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings, offering a breathtaking panorama of the surrounding landscape. In the shadows of the darkened sky, the bleak terrain looked almost peaceful.

With a snap of his fingers, a glass and a bottle of wine materialized.

It seemed fitting, he thought, to indulge in a bit of self-pity in this lonesome moment, sipping his wine as he stared up at the night sky.

As if on cue, Lucifer could almost see Alastor, shaking his head and muttering, "Pathetic."

Lucifer just savored his second glass of wine, when the sound of a door opening suddenly  startled him.

He immediately turned around, only to find the Media Demon standing there, a smug grin on his face.

Lucifer's gaze met those reflective reddish eyes, and he could only sigh in frustration

Ah, wonderful, it had to be Vox, ... of all people it just had to be Vox. 

His obsession with Alastor was no secret, and the last thing Lucifer needed right now was to deal with that annoying bastard.

What a terrible coincidence.

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"Well, well, well. What a fine little bird has landed here?" Vox mocked, his gaze fixed on Lucifer, letting out a sly chuckle as he spoke.

Lucifer rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

"Oh, please. What are you doing here, Vox?"

"What I am doing here? It seems tonight I am meeting our great King, perched on the rooftop of my tower, sipping away in the dead of night.

Whats the matter, your majesty?

Trouble in paradise, perhaps?

Is Alastor being too much to handle?

Does your beloved husband give you a hard time?

Can't deal with the old deer's stubbornness?

Can the mighty Devil not tame his partner anymore?"

Vox's tone dripped with mockery and faux concern.

Lucifer felt his annoyance increasing and snapped at Vox: "Shut up, you moronic excuse of an electric device!"

He was in no mood for the Media Demon's words, least of all on a night when he was already feeling vulnerable and frustrated.

Seeing Lucifer's annoyed glare, Vox sighed.

"Oh , calm down, Your Majesty, I'm only  trying to brighten your mood. After all, it's not every day I'm graced with the presence of royalty. Let me join you."

Vox slowly approached, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Lucifer with a questioning look.

"Fine," Lucifer said, gesturing for Vox to take a seat. "Join me if you must. But spare me your mockery."

As the other demon settled down, Lucifer hesitated for a moment before taking a cigarette, lighting it with a breath of fire and taking a deep drag, his eyes still fixed on the Media Demon who was staring at him in astonishment.

"What ?"

Lucifer snapped, exhaling a plume of smoke.

"Did you just light the cigarette with a breath of fire?" 

Lucifer grinned, finding amusement by Vox's surprise. 

The Media demon watched in wonder as Lucifer effortlessly lit the his cigarette with his fiery breath  as well , the flame briefly dancing before dwindling into the familiar glowing embers.

The devil smirked at Vox's amazement.

Alastor was never that interested in his abilities, the Radio demon rather liked to dwell in his own.

"Impressed?" he casually asked, watching Vox out of the corner of his eye.

Vox took the lit cigarette, inhaling a few puffs before replying: "That's not something I see every day. 

You really are  a fascinating being, Your Majesty.

It's truly an honor to share this smoke with you," Vox  voice suddenly was  tinged with genuine admiration.

"But, hey,  I'm still curious. What brings you here, on the roof of all places, when you could be enjoying to share the comfortability of a bed with your husband?"

Lucifer let the smoke curl up from his lips, his gaze fixed on the distant landscape.

"Sometimes, even a king needs an escape and up here, there's a certain freedom that gives me a chance to think in peace.

And .... I  hate to admit it, but you're right.

My husband... he's difficult. Sometimes it feels like we speak completely different languages."

"Oh,... Alastor, that old jackass... he's always been egotistical, egocentric even.

Self-absorbed and uncaring. Thinks he's the greatest and doesn't give a damn about anyone else's feelings." 

Lucifer interjected.

"Hey, don't speak about my husband like that."

The fallen angel let out a dry chuckle.

"And let's be honest, everyone knows you have an unhealthy obsession with Alastor. You were or even still are excessivly consumed by him, though he never reciprocated your feelings. Are you... jealous?"

His words carried a hint of mockery.

Vox scoffed. 

"Jealous? Ha! I wouldn't want that red walking tampon in a relationship with me at all. Listening to his endless self-praise and old-timey taste in music? Hell no." 

Lucifer flicked the butt of his cigarette, watching it fall into the abyss below.

"But you'd sleep with him if given the chance," he said. There was a subtle challenge in his tone as if he dared Vox to deny the truth.

Vox's reply was blunt and unapologetic. "Your Majesty... we're in hell. Of course, I'd fuck  the soul out of him."

He spoke with a casual nonchalance, as if the proposition was the most natural thing in the world.

Lucifer was visibly annoyed, his irritation evident in his voice.

"You're actually admitting that you want to... to sleep with my husband," he said, his words tinged with  anger. "And why do you think he would even be the one taking it in the first place?" 

Vox took a casual swig directly from the wine bottle, much to Lucifer's annoyance.

He replied with a sly smirk: "Oh, I'm aware he's not into it that much, so why should he be the one taking the lead?

And by the way, Your Majesty, you're much stronger. And I'll bet you're more dominant.

Look at you, small but buff. Your body must be a sight to behold."

Lucifer couldn't help but blush as Vox shamelessly examined him, his eyes roaming over his features with an unabashed gaze.

"Ha! You're blushing, and even this is beautiful... your cheeks tinged in gold, your amber eyes..." Vox continued, a sly smirk on his face. "But you know how unbelievably handsome you are. You can't deny that you are an angel."

"Of course, I know I'm attractive," the fallen angel replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Being an angel, my features tend to have that effect."

Despite his attempts to seem indifferent, Vox's compliments and attention  caused Lucifer's heart to pound faster.

He finished his glass of wine in a single gulp, the liquid tingling down his throat, knowing he shouldn't let the Media Demon's comments have an effect on him, but the attention was somehow  unfamiliar and thatfor hard to resist.

Vox observed Lucifer with a hint of fascination.

"It's impressive how powerful you are," he mused, his gaze locked on the King of Hell, "and yet, you seem fragile. You are temptation itself, yet you blush at a simple compliment... you are an angel but still struggle with feelings, just like everyone else."

Lucifer's gaze darted away as the Media Demon's words struck a chord within him and Vox let out a hearty laugh, then glanced at the wine bottle, flipping it upside down to find only a few droplets trickling out.

"Damn, it seems the wine is sadly all gone..."

Lucifer, a hint of hesitation in his voice, offered:

"I could ... manifest another bottle? Any preferences?" 

Lucifer's words hung in the air, and he himself wondered at the unexpected proposal.

Was he really offering to share another bottle of wine with Vox?

The very idea felt strange and unusual.

"I love them a little sweeter ... Something like a  Sauternes, maybe ?

I have to say it is an honor  to share a drink with the King, I am aware that not everyone has this opportunity." 

Lucifer manifested an expensive looking bottle and an extra glass.

The Media Demon and the King of Hell toasted in silence, each taking a careful first sip, the rich but sweet flavor filling their senses as they savored the moment, turning their gazes toward the night sky.

"Hell's sky is beautiful in its own way, but I certainly miss the stars."

Vox sighed, taking another sip.

"Alastor says the same thing... Sometimes, I manage to sneak us out to earth to lie under the stars and..."

Lucifer  trailed off, suddenly realizing he had shared such an intimate detail with Vox, causing him to blush at his own candidness.

Vox's smirk widened at Lucifer's unintentional revelation, and he playfully remarked: 

"Oh ho ho, so you have a romantic date under the stars with a happy ending, eh?"

"...Not lately..." Lucifer murmured under his breath.

"Oh, I am still somehow  astonished that he even fucks at all. I've always assumed he's a prude or something."

Lucifer's voice held a hint of vulnerability as he spoke, his tone tinged with frustration.

"He isn't a prude at all...He's just disinterested, but...but...if there's no touch, rare compliments, and no looks of desire, it leaves one feeling insecure and unwanted. It's not just sex that brings closeness and reassurance."

Vox's tone turned as he responded:

"That's true, Your Majesty.

You deserve to be adored, admired, and even worshipped.

You're a gorgeous and mesmerising man."

His eyes were fixed on Lucifer, the words genuine, but there was also an underlying sense of envy.

Lucifer's gaze was intense as he confronted Vox.

"You're still jealous that he's mine, aren't you.

That he saw something in me he didn't find in you.

Where does this obsession of yours even come from?

Why are you so invested in Alastor?"

Lucifer paused, taking a moment to contemplate the complexities of their dynamic. 

"Why have you let him humiliate you again and again, yet you still can't seem to let go? Is it just about getting into his pants?"

Vox took a significant gulp of his wine before responding with calculated nonchalance, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

"Perhaps it's not just about conquest," he said. "Did you ever think of the possibility that my interest goes beyond simple desire?

There's a history, a complicated past that I can't seem to let go."

Lucifer's expression softened.

"So you really did love him once, hm?" he said quietly, the words slipping out as a statement rather than a question.

Vox paused, taking a moment to consider his words as he swirled the wine in his glass.

"Yes."

The admission hung in the air between them

"Do you hate me for it, your majesty?"

"Hate you for it?" Lucifer repeated "Oh, I could hate you for a lot of things, but loving someone isn't one of them."

Vox's face flickered with a mixture of surprise and guilt.

He had never expected Lucifer to react this way.

He had expected anger, jealousy, perhaps even physical violence.

But compassion?

That was something he had not anticipated.

"You... you don't hate me for it?" Vox managed to say, his voice surprisingly small and vulnerable.

Lucifer's expression softened,empathy etched on his face. 

He took a moment, searching for the right words.

"You're so different from what I had expected, Vox.

I only knew you as the obsessive, psychotic stalker of my husband... but there's more to you than that, isn't there?"

"He was the first to treat me kindly in Hell. He believed in me, believed in my potential."

Vox's expression turned bitter.

"And you know about  his looks... soft, yet edgy, tough... And he's charming when he wants to be, enthusiastic about the things he loves, ... a damn good looking bastard.

I once craved to touch him, to be close to him."

He let out an almost bitter laugh.

"But he made it clear how he felt. He rejected me time and time again. He had no interest in me.

Fuck, the old deer told me He wasn't interested in any kind of relationship. That it wasn't worth his time, that there were more important things to do ..." 

Vox's gaze was fixed on Lucifer, envy in his eyes.

"And then there suddenly were you...

You, an angel, the King, the Most powerful being in hell.

And you also just so happen to be the most beautiful creature in this realm.

Your flawless white skin, your golden hair, the cute dots on your cheeks... You're practically a vision."

Vox let out a heavy sigh again.

"Alastor only cares about power and he loves looking at beautiful things.

Of course, he'd choose you over me..."

Lucifer's expression softened as he heard Vox's words, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"You...you think I am a vision, beautiful, and ... cute?" he repeated, disbelief in his voice, then he chuckled. "I... I don't know what to say. No one's ever called me...cute."

Vox's eyes lit up as he responded, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I do think so. I've always thought you were an absolute vision. Beautiful. And cute, yeah.

You  are an ancient being and yet you still have these soft, sweet and youthul features."

Lucifer couldn't help the warm sensation that spread within him, his heart thumping a little faster at the compliments. 

Vox's gaze lingered on the King.

"You're gorgeous and powerful, the perfect package. Alastor really hit the Jackpot."

Not aware  if it was the atmosphere of the nightsky, the influence of the wine or Vox's compliments, Lucifer's guard lowered, and his cheeks were tinged with a slight blush.

As Vox inched closer, accidentally knocking the once again emptied wine bottle aside, Lucifer tilted his head questioningly, his heart hammering in his chest.

He felt oddly vulnerable, yet curious, as something seemed going to happen.

As Vox leaned in closer, a faint buzzing sound grew stronger, reminding the King of the same static that lingered around Alastor.

Lucifer couldn't help but fixate on the Media Demon's flat screen face, his gaze drawn to the glowing pixels.

A thought crossed his mind, wondering what it would feel like to touch the surface, to trace his thumb over the pixels.

A sudden curiosity gripped him, a question that slipped from his lips without warning.

"Do you... do you have lips? A tongue?" 

Vox's laugh filled the air, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, my King, ...interested in seeing them... or perhaps even trying them?"

Lucifer's cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of gold as he realized the implications of his own question.

He quickly tried to retract it, stumbling over his words.

"No, no, I-I-I- .... I didn't mean..." 

The Media Demon smirked, sensing the king's internal struggle.

"Are you sure you don't want to try it, my king?" he whispered, leaning in closer and Lucifer's protest just died in his throat as he felt the tingling sensation of Vox's lips brushing against his own.

It was like a tingle of electricity and his eyes widened momentarily, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming.

He wanted to pull away, to deny the growing attraction that threatened to consume him, but it was already too late.

Before he could fully process what he was doing, Lucifer found himself kissing back and as he allowed the kiss to deepen, he found himself lost in the tenderness of it all, the way Vox kissed him with such care and delicacy.

The Media Demon tenderly ran his hand through his blonde locks, treating him like something precious.

Lucifer couldn't help but compare it to the rough, bitey kisses of Alastor, the sharp teeth and claws that left marks on his skin, the deerdemon's craving for blood.

But this was different, a tender and fragile connection that went beyond lust or the need for domination.

Like a flower, it bloomed softly and gently between them.

As their tongues intertwined, the familiar tingling sensation of electricity crackled through the kiss, a reminder of Vox's demonic nature.

The Media Demon knew what he was doing, his actions a stark contrast to the rough, impatient approach of Alastor's sloppy kisses. 

Vox took his time, responding to Lucifer's reactions with careful attention.

Where Alastor rushed towards a goal, Vox reveled in the connection, indulging in the sheer intimacy of the moment.

The feeling of betrayal lingered in Lucifer's thoughts, a mixture of desire and guilt , a reminder of the boundaries he shouldn't have crossed.

And yet, as the kisses continued, he found himself pushing aside those feelings, surrendering to the intoxicating moment as their lips met again and again under the starless sky.

Alastor had entered home shortly after midnight, his thoughts still consumed by the argument with Lucifer.

He had spent the day trying to process the situation, coming to a realization that he did indeed care more than he would have liked to admit.

Alastor's mind still echoed with the words exchanged during their fight.

Despite his attempts to distance himself, he couldn't forget the hurt and disappointment etched on Lucifer's face. 

If only Lucifer would communicate more clearly, if he would simply state his needs and desires, things might have been different.

But Alastor was trapped in his own way of thinking, struggling to break free from his patterns.

As he sat alone in their bedroom, staring at the clock that read 4 am., his gaze fell upon the wilting bouquet in his hand.

Did the flowers mirror the wilting state of their relationship?

Where the hell was Lucifer? 

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Alastor's eyes snapped open as a noise jolted him out of his slumber.

He sat upright, glancing at the clock that now read past 6 am, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him as he saw Lucifer, evidently trying to sneak in quietly.

"Darling, there you are. Where have you been?"

Lucifer, blushing slightly, offered a casual explanation.

"Oh, I just took a flight around town...had a drink, got distracted, haha."

Alastor's gaze remained fixed on him, studying the demon's flushed face, a hint of skepticism in his expression, his senses heightened as he caught a mix of alcohol, smoke, and an oddly familiar scent lingering on his husband.

He couldn't quite place it, his brow furrowing in thought.

"Oh ... Yes i know i must stink... I'll have a quick shower ... Be back soon love ..."

Lucifer hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, barely getting the words out before disappearing behind the door.

Alastor's suspicions grew, his instincts warning of something amiss, calling out after him.

"Darling, wait-"

Alastor had jumped up, standing in the middle of the room now, the bouquet still in hands,  frustration building as the sound of the door locking echoed in his ears.

Was Lucifer still angry with him? Did he act like this because of that?

The deerdemon placed the wilting flowers on the table, his irritation growing as he paced the room.

Then, a sudden idea struck him, and he began to remove his clothes, neatly folding each piece and placing them aside. 

As he stood in front of the mirror, Alastor couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort.

Despite the years, decades by now, there was still a hint of unease whenever he prepared for intimate moments.

It wasn't something he actually relished, but Lucifer craved it, and he knew it was one of the things the demon just needed to feel ... loved.

Though reluctant, Alastor pushed aside his reservations, determined to fulfill his husband's desires. After all, this was part of what a partner was supposed to do, wasn't it?

The deerdemon positioned himself on the edge of the bed, his body reclined on one elbow, creating a relaxed yet seductive pose.

His legs were slightly spread, one knee raised. His free hand trailed lazily along the smooth sheets, the material barely covering his lower half, offering a teasing glimpse of his bare skin.

With a smirk, he looked up, his gaze fixed in the direction where he expected Lucifer to soon emerge from the bathroom.

Only moments later the door indeed opened, Lucifer stepping out, a towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

He froze in his tracks, taken aback by the unexpected sight of his husband lying on the bed in a pose that spoke volumes.

Lucifer's gaze roamed over the demon's form,  surprise evident in his eyes.

Turning away from the sight in embarassment, his gaze flicked to the wilting flowers for a brief moment before shifting back to Alastor.

"Did you bring them for me?"

Alastor replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"I assumed you would be delighted by the sight of dead plants for some reason... but are these really more interesting than this right now?"

The deerdemon made a suggestive gesture towards himself.

Lucifer's guilt resurfaced, but he couldn't deny the truth: Alastor's pose was temptingly enticing.

"No... no..." Lucifer conceded. "Of course not, love. You're... beautiful..."

The guilt gnawed at him.

Why did Alastor choose tonight to play the role of a tempting lure?

The deerdemon's slight irritation tinged his voice, a subtle hint of frustration evident.

"Then come closer, darling... Or did you suddenly get shy?"

Lucifer moved toward Alastor,  extending a hand to graze along his partner's arm. Their gazes locked, and a mix of emotions played across the devil's face.

There was an unmistakable desire, but also a growing unease, a guilt that coursed through him.

The weight of his actions hung heavily upon him, yet, in this moment, he could not bring himself to resist the allure before him.

"Alastor ..."

Lucifer leaned in and his lover nipped at the King's lower lip with a gentle bite.

But as they kissed, Lucifer's mind briefly wandered to the earlier encounter with Vox, the memory of the Media Demon's gentleness, the newness of the experience. 

As Lucifer attempted to lean in for another kiss, Alastor held him back, pressing a hand against his chest to halt the motion.

The deerdemon's gaze flicked downward, his expression thoughtful.

"There's something amiss," he noted. "Usually, you're quite ... 'excited' at the mere sight of me. But now, my dear... you seem to be distracted," Alastor sighed, his words bringing Lucifer back to the present moment. "Are you still angry with me?"

"Angry? Oh, no, no, no! It's not like that. I'm fully here with you now."

But Alastor still held him back, watching him closely.

Lucifer, becoming increasingly self-conscious, looked down, following Alastor's gaze.

The truth of the situation was undeniable. His dick seemed to have missed the invitation to the party, which was vastly unusual.

The fallen angel swallowed, trying to find words to explain himself, uncertainty seeping into his voice, heart pounding, his guilt and embarrassment intensifying under Alastor's gaze.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong. It's just... different this time."

A sudden realization hit Alastor like a ton of bricks and his usually composed expression turned into one of shock and disbelief. 

"When you entered our chamber ...you smelled different," he stated, his voice tinged with confusion. "You smelled of... lust... so I thought you would like to have intercourse. But now i remember that scent. You ... You smelled of him! But that... that can't be, of course not, ... there is an explanation, right?"

As Lucifer struggled to find words, his attempts at lying failing miserably, Alastor's grasp on the sheets tightened. His gaze bore into the king, his voice firm.

"Where have you Been, Lucifer, and do not  lie to me!"

Lucifer's mind raced, his guilt and fear building up as he realized that any attempt at evasion or lie would be futile.

He knew he had to confess, to come clean.

"Alastor,...my love... I don't know how to explain..."

Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief as Lucifer stumbled to find the words he dreaded.

He drew back on the bed and cried out, his voice trembling with pain.

"No... no, it cannot be!" 

The situation was all too clear, the truth hanging in the air.

Lucifer had done the unthinkable. 

Despite their relationship never explicitly discussing monogamy, a certain level of faithfulness had been understood, a silent commitment been made, at least that was what  Alastor had thought , believing  in the exclusivity of their bond, convinced that Lucifer's desire was solely for him.

Yet, the undeniable truth was crushing his pride, and there was more to it than mere pain.

Alastor's heart felt torn, a kind of pain he had never experienced before. The very notion that Lucifer had found comfort in another's arms was too much to bear.

Anger and hurt consumed him, his eyes turned black as the branches of his antlers began to crack.

Thick, black ichor dripped from the corners of his mouth, the air around him crackling with static, like a scream echoing through the room.

Alastor's monstrous form now  towered over the bed, his sharp claws tearing through the mattress with ease, enlarged teeth forming a twisted smile. 

"Love, please, let me explain," Lucifer pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Alastor was in a furious frenzy, ignoring his pleas shoving him aside brutally.

With overwhelming force, he burst through the door, taking a chunk of the wall with him as he charged out, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Lucifer, following him immediately,  emerged through a portal, finding himself face to face in the lobby with Charlie, who was still in her nightgown, looking like the little girl she once was, concern etched on her face.

"What happened, dad?" Charlies voice was filled with distress as she took in the sight of destrucion.

Lucifer sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the path his husband had taken.

"I... I said ... I mean I did something that upset him," he confessed, his voice heavy with guilt. "And now... he's off who knows where, in a rage."

His expression darkened as he uttered those words, a somber realization dawning upon him.

He knew exactly where Alastor was heading.

Vox jolted awake from his troubled sleep, his dreams still vivid in his mind.

He had experienced a strange mix of blissful visions and terrifying nightmares.

The memory of soft, caring hands and gentle touches contrasted sharply with the images of fire, claws, and teeth.

The sudden blare of the building's alarms shattered the remnants of his dream, tearing him back to reality.

Vox's heart skipped a beat at the sudden  bursting of the glass and the sight of glowing crimson eyes, reminiscent of his dream, sent a surge of recognition through him.

Alastor stood in the wreckage of the shattered window, his massive demonic form looming before Vox.  

Vox's yelped as thick, black-greenish tentacles coiled around his torso, lifting him off the ground with unexpected force.

The Radio demon's voice, now low and screetching with feedback, resonated through the room.

"You unrivaled bastard! This time you went too far!"

Vox gasped for air as the tentacles tightened, causing a pained hiss to escape his lips.

"Alastor," he croaked. "Wait, let me explain-"

A high-pitched squeal interrupted him.

Alastor's rage flared as he shrank back to his usual size, though his antlers stayed enlarged and more pronounced, and his eyes remained a deep black, Radio dials ticking within his red pupils, still holding Vox up with his tentacles.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Alastor snarled. "To humiliate me, to seek revenge. You wanted to steal the most precious I have, you absolute wretch....You really have gone too far. This time, I will definitely kill you."

Vox's eyes widened as he hung from the tight grip of the tentacles, fear creeping into his expression.

"Alastor, please, no, you've got it all wrong! I never meant to humiliate you or seek revenge. I- I..."

Vox's words trailed off as he looked into Alastor's eyes and saw the full amount of heartbreak that clouded them.

"You won't believe me no matter what I say, will you?" he asked quietly.

The deerdemon's black eyes locked onto Vox's, his gaze unyielding.

"No," he replied, his voice cold, the tentacles tightening once more, the grip unforgiving. "You should've thought about the consequences before you meddled with what's mine."

Vox tried to use his electrical powers, but his desperate attempts  proved to be in vain.

The bolts of electricity he unleashed caused Alastor to shake slightly, releasing a hint of smoke and the distinct scent of burnt fur.

Meanwhile, outside the black dome Alastor had created, Vox could hear Velvette and Valentino's screams and rattling at his bedroom door, their voices muffled by the barrier the Radio demon  had put in place.

Alastor's smile widened into a sadistic grin as he spoke in a sing-song voice, his words dripping with menace.

"Let's see how your insides look like, old pal, shall  we? I really wonder if they contain more  flesh and bones  or more cable and  wires? " 

Vox struggled against the tentacles holding him captive, fear flashing in his eyes as the threat sunk in.

In that moment, a portal materialized within the confines of the black dome, and out stepped Lucifer, taking in the scene in horror, only to be violently knocked off his feet by a sweeping tentacle.

"Alastor, stop it!" Lucifer pleaded.

But the deerdemon of course didn't listen.

He merely responded with another swing of the tentacle, sending Lucifer sprawling to the ground.

Then , with a sudden shift in the atmosphere, the air seemed to warp and change, as if reality itself was bending to the whims of the entity speaking.

A commanding voice, resonated through their minds, Lucifer's  piercing red eyes fixed on Alastor, an expression of authority on his face.

"Alastor !  Stop this rampage immediately! Now!"

Vox's gaze shifted toward the devil, taking in the sight of the king transforming into a being of eternal flame and scarlet feathers, his eyes widening in shock and awe.

Alastor, however, seemed strangely unafraid, even unimpressed, by Lucifer's imposing presence, as if their marital disagreements typically took this turn.

Still, the tentacles coiled around Vox retreated as Alastor stood with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his face now, looking at his husband challenging.

"Ah, has the king come to save his precious toy? Can't stand me playing with it? Afraid I might break it, Sire?"

"Alastor ... Love, let me explain..."

"And whatever might there be to explain? Is it that you are bored of me now? That you just wanted a taste?" Alastor  spat out, his voice laced with pain and frustration."I never thought you would .... You would ..." 

Alastor's facade started to crumble as his voice cracked with a hint of hurt and anguish.

He had been trying to maintain his facade of anger, but the truth was that he was deeply hurt and pained.

"I know you don't feel comfortable with me anymore," he whispered,, his voice faltering as he looked into Lucifer's eyes. But ...Why? Why am I not enough for you anymore? What do I lack, Lucifer?"

The fallen angel rushed forward, transforming back into his more vulnerable form as he enveloped his partner in a tight embrace.

Despite Alastor's arms remaining limp at his sides, Lucifer held him close, his grip strong and steady. The deerdemon's teeth were clenched together, struggling to hold back his emotions.

"Please, love. Can you forgive me?"

Alastor trembled with a mix of anger and pain, his emotions barely contained.

"How could I?" he whispered, his tone dripping with hurt.

Vox's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his words an attempt to intervene, as he started approaching the couple.

"Hey,  dealing with feelings is not your strong suit, you are way better with other deals. I know that you know how much Lucifer loves you," he said. "But sometimes, when emotions run high, things happen. I mean, we're in hell, and you tear demons apart frequently. I don't think one kiss should destroy your marriage."

Alastor's ears perked up.

"You only shared a kiss?"

Lucifer sighed. 

"Yes, it was just some kisses. I tried to explain this earlier."

Vox snorted. 

"You two really have to work on your communication..."

Alastor couldn't help but snarl at Vox's comment, his eyes darkening with anger again.

"Love, look at me."

Lucifer's firm yet gentle grip on Alastor's chin compelled him to meet his gaze, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

He spoke with sincerity.

"Alastor, I love you with all my heart. Yet , to be honest, I still enjoyed the attention from Vox. I guess I don't hold any dislike for him. And I'm aware that once you, too, harbored some feelings for him."

Vox's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief crossing his face.

"Wait, what...?"

Lucifer nodded. 

"Yes, I remember. He had revealed to me during one of our conversations, that he actually really really liked you decades ago. "

Alastor huffed in dissapointment.

"Maybe I had once entertained some fleeting interest, but it was never about getting physical, you infuriating blockhead!" He snapped, frustrated by the direction the conversation was taking."It wasn't about intimacy, but rather a brief infatuation or attraction."

Vox beemed: "He really liked me !"

Lucifer nodded eagerly. " He really liked you."

Alastor sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I am surrounded by absolute fools," he muttered, exasperated by the situation.

Lucifer chuckled, his grin widening at Alastor's irritation. Vox, standing behind the king, couldn't help but smile gleefully at the revelation.

The fallen angel's tone then became serious as he turned his attention back to Alastor.

"Love, we really need to talk," he said, his gaze steady. "About affection, desire... and maybe some things we haven't addressed before."

He gestured for Vox to move closer, the media demon now directly standing behind him. Lucifer looked up at Alastor with a serious yet tender expression.

"Kiss me, Alastor," he softly commanded, his voice carrying desire. 

The deerdemon's eyes  lingered on Lucifer's appearance, who was lounging in only a pair of pajama pants and an open dress shirt, his bare chest exposed.

Despite his earlier irritation, Alastor's expression softened as he pressed his palm against his partner's pale chest, leaning in for an open-mouth kiss.

Lucifer let out an involuntary moan as Vox gently started nibbling at his neck, too.

Alastor's eyes locked with Vox's, who shyly looked back at the deerdemon, whose gaze was tinged with pain and possessiveness, as both of them showered the devil with intimate attention.

Outside, the knocking and screaming had stopped, as the situation started to take a different turn...

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Vox watched silently , sitting at the corner of his bed, still dressed in his pajamas, as Lucifer gently laid Alastor down on the matress and started to undress him layer by layer. 

He observed as a look of confusion crossed Alastor's face, watching the deerdemon's breathing growing heavier as Lucifer kissed a sensual path down his body, his eyes widening as they locked with Vox's, finding himself in a triangle of intimacy.

Lucifer finally pulled Alastor's shorts down, revealing his soft cock, and for a moment, panic flickered across the Radio demon's face.

Vox blushed at the sight, his breath hitching.

It was a moment the Media demon had only ever dared to dream of, and now it was unfolding before his eyes.

He couldn't help but find himself captivated: he long ago had given up thinking of Alastor in this kind of way, but seeing him exposed, seeing him naked immediately lightened a spark of desire.

Lucifer now started to brush his lips along Alastor's limp dick while running his hands up and down the deerdemon's inner thighs, drawing a shiver and a low moan from him.

Alastor's cheeks reddened as he warily glanced at Vox, who was entranced by the scene unfolding before him, but he still didn't Stop Lucifer in his actions.

As he suddenly spoke, the king's voice was gentle but somehow commanding, his words spoken with  reassurance.

"Let him watch," he murmured, his gaze fixed on his husband. "Let him witness you losing control. Let it be one of those moments. A moment where you surrender to pleasure, my love."

So, Alastor wasn't immune to seduction, hm? 

His words filled with admiration and desire, Vox joined in and confessed: 

"Damn, Alastor, you are absolutely gorgeous. You're so hot. I've always wanted to see you like this." 

Alastor's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Vox's praise washed over him. It nourished his pride, though a sense of discomfort lingered, knowing that the same man he had wanted to harm mere moments ago was now witnessing him in such a compromising position.

Suddenly a slurping sound filled the following silence of the room as Lucifer swirled his forked tongue around the head of his partner's cock and started sucking at it, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from the deerdemon. 

Alastor's eyes widened , his gaze locking first with Lucifer, who looked up at him with lust in his eyes while pleasuring him, and then with Vox, who watched with half lidded eyes, mouth agape.

The deerdemon's mind was struggling to process the intensity of the sensations coursing through him while being observed so intimatly.

Despite the lingering discomfort, there was something undeniably arousing about the situation, knowing that another man was intently watching them and so Alastor quickly began to grow hard on the devil's tongue.

Lucifer lifted his head, slowly licked along the deerdemon's shaft and grinned.

"Oh, I guess our little friend here likes the company, hm?"

Alastor attempted to respond with a biting remark, but all that could escape his mouth was a sudden groan, as the fallen angel closed his lips around his length once again.

Lucifer, with the skill and experience of someone who knew exactly how to drive his partner wild, added just a hint of teeth to the stimulation, teasing and pleasuring him relentlessly. 

Vox, watching the scene unfold, let out an impressed quiet whistle, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him.

"Oh fuck , the sounds you make, Alastor ... It's even better than I could have imagined... Fuck. You're so noisy. Keep going, let me hear more of you."

Alastor trembled under the double assault of Lucifer's skilled mouth and Vox's smooth voice. The sound of his own cries filled the room, each one a testament to the suddenly increasing immense pleasure swirling within him, something he experienced so rarley that he still wasn't able to deal with it.

Alastor's body shuddered as he moaned, a growing feeling of pressure coursing through him, overwhelming any lingering inhibitions.

The words escaped him in a gasped cry: 

"Oh ...oh heavens... I...I'm coming...I'm coming!" 

Vox immediately sat up, straightening in full attention and was completely entranced by the sight before him, watching as Alastor arched his back in bliss and trembled with the intensity of his climax, Lucifer taking him in deep, gagging slightly first and then swallowing his release.

The Media demon couldn't help but marvel at the display, the sensations rushing through him as he observed the intimate act between Lucifer and Alastor.

It was a sight that definitely would be imprinted upon his memory for days to come, a visual feast that he couldn't look away from. 

With Alastor still trembling in the aftermath of his release, Lucifer turned to Vox.

"Want a taste of him?" 

There was a moment of astonishment before a slow, sly smile spread across Vox's face.

"Oh holy fuck .... i would love to."

As Vox's response left his lips, excitement and anticipation coursed through him. He longed to taste the deerdemon in the same way Lucifer had done moments before.

Lucifer, sensing his desire, chuckled.

"Come here then," he purred, gesturing for Vox to approach.

Vox shifted closer to the pair, his gaze fixed on Alastor's still trembling form.

He could see the sweat glistening on the deerdemons skin, the flush on his cheeks, and the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

It was a sight that sent a shiver down his spine.

As Lucifer pulled him close into a kiss, Vox savoured the unique taste that now danced upon his tongue. It was an intoxicating mixture, bittersweet with a distinct undertone that he could only assume was a hint of the deerdemon's cannibalistic diet.

The kiss deepened, and as their tongues explored each other's mouths, Vox found his senses reeling with the complex flavor.

Finally breaking the kiss, he let out a soft gasp, his voice tinged with surprise.

"Damn... he tastes amazing..."

Lucifer smiled and pulled the other man into another kiss.

Despite the state of exhaustion that still overcame him, Alastor couldn't help but grumble in protest as he watched Lucifer and Vox locked in the passionate act. 

Trying to maintain some sense of modesty, the deerdemon instinctively pressed his legs together, attempting to cover himself and as he began to process the whirlwind of events that unfolded in the past hour, a sense of unease washed over him.

From the chaotic rage of his killing rampage to the unexpected moment of losing control in a completely new way ... It was all happening in the presence of Vox, who had witnessed everything.

Alastor's weak and cracking voice cut through the intimate moment that Lucifer and Vox were sharing.

"Stop... Stop it," Alastor mumbled, the words barely audible. .

They broke apart, their gazes turning towards him, confronted with the look of confusion and hurt that laced his face.

Lucifer's hand reached out towards Alastor, a gesture of reassurance, but the deerdemon's sharp response halted his actions.

"Don't..." Alastor hissed.

The devil's expression softened, his hand falling back to his side. He understood the hurt and hesitation in Alastor's voice, the vulnerability laid bare in that simple word.

Vox was quiet, his gaze shifting between the two, watching the tension unfold as the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming thick with a mix of emotions.

Lucifer, realizing the fragility of the moment, gave his partner the space he seemed to need. 

Alastor, still uneasy in the presence of the two, pointed at both, obviously with discomfort.

"I don't like this..." he muttered.

Lucifer's expression softened at Alastor's unease in the current situation and with a single snap of his fingers, he magically dressed the deerdemon, providing him with a layer of comfort amidst the tense atmosphere, earning a grunt of approval from his partner.

"I'm sorry, love. We definitely need to talk about...all of this..." Lucifer sighed.

Alastor's voice trembled slightly as he blurted out his deepest fears.

"So... I'm not enough for you anymore... Is that it?'

Lucifer's heart ached at the insecurity in his partner's voice. .

"Oh, no, sweetheart ... it's not like that at all," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "You are enough, you have always been enough. It's just..."

Lucifer struggled to find the right words, searching for a way to express the complexities of his feelings. The last thing he wanted was to further hurt Alastor's already wounded heart.

"It's not about you not being enough... It's...complicated, my love."

"Complicated? How?" 

Lucifer sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he knew he owed Alastor honesty, even if it may hurt.

"I...I have desires, needs," he admitted, "Desires that I guess you...you can't fulfill completely."

Alastor's eyes widened as he processed Lucifer's words, another pang of hurt and confusion flickering across his face.

"Desires...that I can't fulfill?" he repeated. "But...I'm your partner. Your partner for a century by now! Shouldn't I be able to be enough for you?"

Lucifer's heart ached at the pain in Alastor's voice, and he hated himself for inflicting it.

"You are enough," he reiterated, leaning closer "But...desires are complicated. Sometimes they don't align perfectly. It doesn't mean you're lacking, love. It's just..."

Alastor's face twisted into a mix of confusion and frustration, struggling to make sense of the situation.

"Just... what?" he asked, his voice quivering. "If I'm enough, why...why do you have needs that I can't fulfill? Doesn't it mean I'm inadequate?"

Lucifer's heart clenched at the word. He hated the implication, knowing it was far from the truth.

"No, no, no," he quickly refuted, reaching out to take Alastor's hands in his. "It's not like that. It's...it's hard to explain, love. It's not a reflection of your worth, I assure you."

Alastor's hands trembled in Lucifer's grasp, the weight of his insecurity still hanging heavy.

"Then...what is it?" he pressed "If it's not about my worth, then what is it? Why do you need something else, something I can't give you?" 

It struck Alastor like a knife to the heart. The realization that he couldn't provide Lucifer with what he needed stung deeply.

"I do enjoy being with you, Lucifer, touching you... even fulfilling physical needs like intercourse," he confessed. " But...it surely is different for me. It mostly feels like a task, an obligation. I don't find the same interest and satisfaction in it that you do, and I dislike losing control... I can enjoy intimacy with you but at the same time it's just ... Overwhelming. Somehow uncomfortable. Sometimes even ashaming.

This difference... is the heart of the issue. Isn't it? 

The way I feel about those encounters ...the desire and devotion I can't always give you, only in rare moments ...I...I'm not enough, am I? I can't fulfill your physical needs."

Alastor's honesty was raw, his words betraying his internal struggle, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

Lucifer tenderly brushed through his husband's red locks.

"It's a difference that's difficult to bridge," he admitted, his voice gentle. "Our perspectives, our experiences – they're simply really, really different. And that difference has created a gap, I guess ... and it's led me to consider things,..."

He sighed.

"Listen, love ... Vox is... the closest to us in some ways. You two have a history, and I thought maybe... maybe we could explore things, together."

Lucifer cupped the deerdemon's cheeks as he spoke.

"And ... wasn't it damn hot, with him watching? You don't usually get that excited so fast... you know that."

Alastor blushed immediately. He couldn't deny the truth in Lucifer's words.

"You have a point," he admitted, his voice quiet. "Vox and I have a...history. And yes, I can't deny that there was a certain... intensity in letting him watch."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between the two men.

"But those feelings for him had been troubling me long ago and they were'nt ...It's so different, with you," he continued. "You know that, don't you?"

Lucifer softened at the sincerity in Alastor's tone, his expression turning solemn.

"Of course I do," he replied, his voice a quiet admission. "You and I, we share a deep connection, a different kind of intimacy. But..." 

Alastor turned away.

"There's still a part of you that I can't reach, isn't it? Something I can't fully... satisfy."

Lucifer's brows furrowed.

"Maybe? Somehow? Alastor ... Can't we just try? Try out how it would be? To let someone else in ... at least into our bed?"

The suggestion hung in the air.

Alastor's gaze flickered between Lucifer and Vox, his thoughts a tumultuous storm.

"Let someone ... into our bed," Alastor repeated, his voice tinged with reservation.

The idea was foreign to him, daunting even. It challenged the boundaries of their intimate sanctuary, raising questions about trust, vulnerability and the complexities of their relationship. 

Lucifer waited cautiously for Alastor's response.

Vox had been quiet for the whole conversation but now suddenly mumbled : "Um ,... I would definitley like that." 

"Of course you would," Alastor muttered under his breath, his tone laced with sarcasm.

He turned his gaze back to Lucifer, the weight of the situation growing heavier on his shoulders.

Lucifer's gaze remained fixed on Alastor, searching for a hint, a sign of agreement.

"So ..." he began, his voice carefully measured. "What do you think, love? Do you... want to try it?"

Alastor's agreement was reluctant, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.

"Fine," he grumbled.

As Vox made a sound of excitement, about to speak, Alastor interjected, his tone sharp.

"But we won't go too far," he stated, his words aimed at the Media demon. "No touching of ... those areas. Understood? Not mine, nor Lucifers."

Alastor took note of Vox's nod, albeit tinged with disappointment.

"At least you understand the boundaries," Alastor muttered. "We'll give this a try...but let's set one more rule. No... emotional attachment.

We do this for the experience, nothing more. No feelings involved, no emotions getting tangled. It's just a physical thing. No strings attached. You always shall remember that Lucifer is mine and that I give a shit about you, Vox."

Vox chuckled.

"Charming as usual, Alastor. Always the deal-maker. Digging into every detail before agreeing to anything."

Alastor snarled.

"Allright, allright. I accept. But we won't shake on it. No official deals with you , asshole." 

"Fine! Isn't that a good way to start the day! So..." Lucifer interrupted, acting cheerfully to dissolve the tension. "Well I guess my lovely husband and me should leave for ... Breakfast." 

Actually Lucifer's thoughts lingered on the mess Alastor had left in the hotel, his mind already formulating a plan for cleanup.

"Indeed, we shall leave," Alastor muttered, his smile in place, acting as if he hadn't been in the most vulnerable state just minutes ago. 

As he turned towards the portal Lucifer had created, he gave one final glance towards Vox, his smile turning into a sneer.

"Enjoy the cleanup, old friend," he quipped.

Without further ado, he slipped through the portal, followed by Lucifer, who gave Vox an excusing smile.

As the pair had left and the barriere Alastor had set finally broke, the door burst open and Velvette and Valentino stood frozen in the doorway, their jaws dropping at the scene that greeted them.

The broken window, the scattered debris, and the sight of Vox sitting on his bed, his eyes wide.

Vox let out a breath he had been holding the whole time.

"Fuck. My. Life. You won't believe me what just had happened ..." 

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Husk watched in disbelieve.

Surely he must be hallucinating.

Just moments ago, the king and the Media demon had entered the hotel bar together, laughing and patting each others backs.

Now, it seemed like an absurd scene with the duo enjoying their second drink.

"What the hell's going on here?" Husk muttered to himself, wondering if someone had spiked his cheap booze.

Was he losing his mind, or was this really unfolding before his eyes?

The bartender's thoughts raced through his mind, disbelief growing with every passing moment.

Lucifer's newfound friendship with Vox seemed like a recipe for disaster!

After all, Vox was Alastor's rival, and this unexpected alliance could only add fuel to the fire.

If Alastor found out about this unlikely friendship, it would likely ignite a storm of anger and chaos, potentially destroying more than a few rooms in the hotel.

To Husk it was a clear sign that the King's and the Radio demon's already strained marriage may have hit rock bottom by now.

Lucifer leaned in closer to Vox, their proximity intimate and inviting.

The sight made Husk feeling uneasy, his mind racing with thoughts of Alastor bursting in and witnessing the scene.

The feline demon shuddered involuntarily, not wanting to be caught in the middle of such a mess.

He discreetly took a step back, making himself as inconspicuous as possible, only to gulp a moment later as  a flash of crimson appeared from the shadows. 

"Oh fuck..." he muttered under his breath, a sense of dread growing within him.

Alastor had arrived unannounced, and Husk knew the situation was about to take a drastic turn.

Alastor's eyes flicked between Lucifer and Vox, his signature smile plastered on his face but a subtle tension evident in his expression. His gaze lingered on Vox, a low, threatening growl rumbling in his throat.

"Vox..." Alastor began, his voice laced with a venomous tone.

Clearly, he didn't appreciate the cozy scene before him.

Husk held his breath at the tense atmosphere but his eyes widened in surprise at Alastor's next words, tone dripping with sarcasm as he addressed the Media demon.

"Welcome then, squarehead, I see you've made yourself comfortable with my dearest already. May I join you for a drink, or are you already too ... pent up?"

Husk watched with a lump in his throat, dreading the inevitable confrontation.

He knew how possessive Alastor could be when it came to Lucifer, and the scene before him was akin to a ticking time bomb.

Vox's eyes flicked between Lucifer and Alastor, a mix of amusement and nonchalance in his gaze.

He then chuckled, his tone almost teasing.

"Sure, why not? Grab a seat and join the party, Alastor ."

"Lovely . Husker, my usual, if you don't mind."

Alastor's sarcastic words cut through the tense atmosphere, leaving the baffled bartender to jump into action.

The feline demon hurriedly poured a drink for Alastor, his hands moving with a slight tremble.

"Right away, boss," he grumbled, trying to shake off the unease. 

Vox chuckled, finding amusement in Husk's discomfort.

"Ah, Husk, old pal," he teased, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Well, we're all dead down here, so you can't blame him," Alastor snarled.

Vox chuckled in agreement, finding humor in the morbid observation.

Meanwhile, Lucifer turned to Alastor, inquiring about his daily business.

"How was your meeting with Rosie? Any news from Cannibal Town?"

Alastor took a sip of his drink.

"It was... productive," he replied, his tone guarded. "But nothing worth making a fuss over."

The following mix of calm conversation between Alastor and Lucifer, coupled with Vox's presence, left Husk confused and  as the unlikely trio stood up from their seats, heading towards the stairs that led upstairs,  the bartender was left puzzled. 

He shook his head, struggling to make sense of the situation unfolding before him.

"What the hell is happening...?" he muttered, taking a sip from his own bottle to wash the feeling of unease down.

"Oh, fuck it, not my problem," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "Better stay out of their business. As long as Alastor doesn't start throwing a fit... "

Husk let out a weary sigh, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew all too well that in hell, surprises were a common occurrence. 

Because Alastor had insisted on not sharing their encounters in Lucifer's and his personal space, the King of hell had decided to create a new room at the top floor, just for the three of them, a room  noone else could enter.

Alastor followed Lucifer and Vox into the newly created chamber, his eyes widening as he took in the sight.

The room was clearly designed for intimate activities, and it made Alastor raise an eyebrow.

"Well... this is quite... obvious," he remarked, his va hint of dry humor in his voice.

Vox chuckled, clearly amused.

"Subtle, Lucifer, real subtle."

Alastor ran a hand through his hair, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"It's certainly not lacking in... um, equipment," he added, his gaze shifting around the room.

"Val would be jealous of your collection, majesty! Looks like you've really thought of everything." Vox let out a loud chuckle, eyeing the organized collection of toys and lube with a raised eyebrow. "Quite the setup you've got here."

Lucifer smirked at the comment, pride shining through his eyes.

"What can I say? I'm a man who likes to be prepared," he replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

Alastor crossed his arms, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"And just what kind of activities are we supposed to be engaging in here, darling?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you need all of this foolish stuff for simple intercourse..."

Vox stifled a laugh, his gaze flickering between Alastor and Lucifer.

"Yes, do tell, honeybun."

"Mind your language, Vox," Alastor growled, a hint of irritation in his voice.

As the Radio demon turned his attention to Lucifer, his eyes narrowed.

"And you... Now tell me... What exactly is the reason for all this? We've never needed these 'things' before," he questioned, his arms crossed defensively.

Lucifer merely shrugged.

"Sometimes, it's just time to... try something new."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, his suspicion and unease evident. "And you think... these... things are necessary for that?"

"You know ... I thought about spicing  things up a bit. We've been married for quite some time now, and I thought it could be... interesting to introduce some toys into the bedroom..."

Alastor's eyes flicked toward Vox, 

"And all while being watched by our dear flat screened moron here? How charming," Alastor quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Vox chuckled, not at all bothered by Alastor's derision.

"Hey, don't mind me. I'll just be silently judging you guys from here."

Lucifer's voice held a hint of persuasion, his eyes fixed on Alastor.

"Love," he murmured  playful. "Remember the last time? You hadn't gotten hard that quickly in ages... and you still managed to finish, even with an audience."

Alastor's blush deepened as he tried to voice his reservations, but Lucifer silenced him with a gentle kiss.

The deerdemon felt himself being led towards the bed, the silk and satin sheets soft and inviting.

Alastor's thoughts whirled with uncertainty, his doubts swirling in his mind.

"But... I'm not sure..." he murmured, his voice hesitant, but his body responding already.

"Go on," Vox chimed. "Undress him. He is so hot when he's being all shy like that."

Lucifer's gaze flicked towards Vox for a moment, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Without a word, Lucifer took the cue, his fingers  unfastening the buttons of Alastor's shirt, each one undone with tantalizing slowness.

Alastor's breath hitched in his throat as the cool air of the room ghosted over his skin, the fabric parting to reveal his bare chest. 

Vox's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh damn.. Tell me how it feels like, touching him...."

Lucifer's fingers trailed lightly over Alastor's exposed chest, the touch featherlight.

"Mmm," Lucifer murmured, his voice tinged with desire. "He feels smooth... so soft and warm. Fluffy, and ... His heart is racing."

Vox's hand slipped casually down to the front of his own pants, palming himself with growing excitement.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from Lucifer as he skillfully unbuckled the belt of Alastor's trousers.

"Oh fuck," Vox breathed, his voice filled with anticipation. "This is getting good again."

He watched intently, his excitement palpable, as Lucifer's thumb hooked into the waistband of Alastor's underwear.

"That's it, keep going," he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal.

Alastor's words came out in a breathy moan, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise.

"Damn it... I didn't mean to enjoy that already," he muttered, trying to mask his growing arousal.

Vox chuckled, relishing the sight before him. "Oh, but you do, don't you?" he teased, his hand still caressing himself through his trousers.

Lucifer's eyes darkened with desire upon seeing his partners already half-hard member as he slowly pushed down the deerdemon's pants, a low growl rumbling from his throat.

He chuckled, the sound low and sultry. "Oh ...oh Look at that ... It seems like your body enjoys it once again, love... oh... It certainly does."

His hand snaked down and wrapped around Alastor's length, giving it a slow, languid stroke.

Alastor gasped, his head falling back against the headboard of the bed.

"Mmmh..."

Lucifer's gaze remained fixed on Alastor, a knowing gleam in his eyes as he observed the uncharacteristic response.

"You're rarley this responsive," he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and fascination. "Looks like I've finally found a crack in your composure and a way of stimulation that is doing something for you, too."

Alastor moaned again.

"... happens to happen... Just.. just this once..."

His words turned into a gasp as Lucifer's firm stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his body.

The sensation was heightened further as the devil's other hand slid between his cheeks and He couldn't help the sudden arch of his back in response.

Lucifer leaned in, his breath, tinged with a hint of heat, ghosting over the tip of Alastor's rapidly hardening cock.

The sensation was a mixture of painful pleasure, sending a shiver through the deerdemon's body.

The latter cursed under his breath, his voice a low growl.

" Lucifer," he managed to get out, "What ..."

Letting out an exhale, a small flame flickering between his lips, the devil directed it over the sensitive skin of Alastor's length.

The warmth was tantalizing, teasing the sensitive flesh but never burning, just adding a touch of heat to the already intense sensations.

Alastor gasped, his body arching into the feeling again.

"Oh, ... Oh my word," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Vox, watching the scene unfolding before him, gripped harder at his own erection, still covered by the fabric of his trousers. 

"Looks like you don't just use that little flame trick to light cigarettes after all," he remarked, the glint in his eyes full of amusement. "You have a few other... talents, don't you, your majesty?"

Lucifer chuckled , blowing a flame kiss in the direction of the Media demon.

Alastor snorted.

"You ...idiots ...."

Lucifer quickly silenced him by pressing a slick finger inside of him, effectively cutting off any further words.

Alastor gasped, his eyes widening  as he was taken by surprise by the Intrusion.

Vox chuckled with amusement.

"Looks like he's got you speechless, lover boy," he teased, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh fuck I want to take my dick out so badly ..."

As Vox voiced his desire to remove his pants, Alastor quickly shot him a warning glare.

"Don't you dare," he growled, his voice laced with menace. "You Stay clothed, you hear?"

Vox chuckled, clearly unfazed by the threat.

He responded with a sly smile.

"Oh come on, don't be such a spoilsport. It'll be more fun."

"Love, let him take care of himself," Lucifer  coaxed, his voice soothing. "You agreed to try new things, remember?"

Alastor, torn between his initial reluctance and the desire to follow through, grumbled in response.

"Indeed ... That is what I did..." 

Vox chuckled, clearly satisfied.

"See? He knows I'm right."

He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, releasing himself from their confines with a sigh of relief.

Lucifer watched the scene intently,  curiosity in his gaze.

Alastor, on the other hand, averted to look, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Vox began to stroke himself, his voice filled with both, mockery and satisfaction.

"Oh, mmmh, Bambi... You're so shy... That's kinda hot, you know..."

Alastor, flustered by the comment, huffed but still averted his gaze. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he found himself struggling to find words, which was rather untypical for him and made Vox think he not only looked hot but even kind of ... cute.

"Stop calling me Bambi... and shut up."

"But ..."

"Both of you, stop that, we are here for fun."

Lucifer's voice cut through the bickering, calling for order.

He then turned his attention toward Vox, a giggle escaping his lips as he observed the unique appearance of the Media demon's manhood.

"Hah, it looks like it's glowing," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I could find you anywhere in the dark with that thing."

 "Oh, very funny, your majesty" Vox replied with a touch of sarcasm. "But trust me, I really could enlighten you from the inside."

Alastor, still attempting to regain his composure, interjected with a grumble.

"Never going to happen ! Remember the terms we agreed on. Lucifer is mine to touch." 

He looked at the fallen angel in posessiveness.

"And can we just focus on something... that doesn't involve those squarehead's... unique feature? Better keep your attention on me, darling." 

Those words, tinged with a hint of annoyance, pulled Lucifer's focus back to the man before him, realizing  that the deerdemon's arousal had subsided slightly, his own fingers still lingering inside the man's warm body, motionless.

"Of course, love," he agreed,  voice dripping with desire. "I'm concentrating on you..."

The devil's respond was a  firm stroke, and Alastor hummed in approvement, his dick stirring back to attention immediately.

With a focused intensity, Lucifer continued what he had started,  his fiery breath ghosting over Alastor's sensitive length, bringing him to the brink of sensory overload, leaving his partner teetering on the precipice of pleasure and pain.

Alastor gasped, his body quivering.

"Oh, God," he whimpered, his voice trembling.

"Oh, Satan ." Vox huffed , watching as precum leaked from the deerdemon's tip.

Lucifer chuckled . 

"Now, now, no need to involve the big man upstairs, love... I'd say we leave my dad out of this particular endeavor."

Alastor let out a snort in response to Lucifer's remark, but his words were quickly cut off as a new wave of sensations washed over him. 

"Shut up, dear," he gasped. "But ... don't stop... "

Lucifer couldn't help but giggle as he followed Alastor's command, delivering a fresh burst of heat against the already hypersensitive skin , while he continued pumping his fingers in and out of the tight opening. 

Vox couldn't resist moving closer for a better view.

"Oh ....oh damn," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "He looks tight, really tight."

The usually reserved deerdemon now started to be shamelessly vocal in his pleasure and the  sight of him caught in the grips of pleasure was captivating to both, Lucifer and Vox, as the devil observed Alastor's lack of protest being watched by the Media demon so closely.

"Oh... Usually I rarley see him like that ...it seems like he acts quite different under the right circumstances," he breathed in fascination, as his partner's inner walls clenched around his fingers with evry pump of them.

Vox, gazing in awe and lazyly stroking himself, suddenly struck by a curious idea, chimed in with a suggestion.

"Ever tried anything other than fire... something with a different temperature?"

Lucifer pondered Vox's words, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"You mean like ... Using ice instead of fire?" he repeated, his interest piqued.

Vox scanned the room, his gaze settling on a specific item - a shiny, transparent glass dildo with a spirale texture in blue that resembled waves in sunlight. He took a moment to admire the object with a sly smile, the pretty shape and gentle curve catching his intrest, before his eyes flicked back to Lucifer.

 "Ever cooled something like that down and... well, explored him with it? He isn't as frigid as I thought... "

Lucifer's and Vox's laughter filled the air as the bad joke somehow still hit the mark, drawing a frustrated growl from Alastor, who was growing increasingly impatient. 

"I told you not to stop moving!" he barked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.

Lucifer, a teasing smirk on his lips, responded with feigned innocence.

"But you're so... overheated ... A little cooldown might be good for you, my love."

"You both are insufferable!" 

Alastors eyes started turning black and his antlers gave a warning cracking sound as they grew a few Inches.

But his partner was unimpressed, still smirking, finding a mischievous joy in the situation, retreating his fingers in a deliberate taunt.

"But you're just so fun to tease." 

Lucifer then swiftly moved to fetch the glass dildo, quickly cooling it down using a touch of magic. With a skilled hand, he coated the object in a generous amount of lube, ensuring it would move smoothly and not cause any discomfort or stick to the sensitive skin.

Meanwhile, Alastor let out a faint whine at the loss of contact between them.

However, Lucifer quickly returned, the cooled toy in his hand, well-prepared and ready to continue, commanding :

"Take a deep breath now , love ..."

Alastor obeyed Lucifer's direction and inhaled deeply, his body tense with anticipation.

As the toy was swiftly inserted, he let out a cry, the surprise evident in his reaction.

Vox's voice chimed in, moaning loudly at the sight.

"Oh damn.. that looks incredible."

Alastor gasped and groaned as the toy filled him, the unfamiliar sensation of the cool object sending waves of pleasure mixed with an unfamiliar hint of pain coursing through his body.

"Lu...cifer ... Thats ... Ah!"

Those stammered words escaped him, replaced by a string of incoherent gasps and moans, his leaking dick throbbing with increasing need.

Vox couldn't help but increase the pace of his own strokes while watching the scene playing out before him, his gaze fixed on Alastor's face.

"Oh fuck... he looks so needy!"

As Lucifer suddenly guided Vox's free hand to the handle of the glass toy, Vox gasped in astonishment, realizing what he had been given control of.

The devil's whispered response to his questioning look was clear: "We agreed not to touch directly. You're just helping here, understand?"

The implication was clear, and the challenge was set.

With a mixture of surprise and excitement, Vox tightened his fingers around the handle, his touch tentative but eager.

Lucifer's hand then joined Vox's on the toy, carefully guiding their shared grip. 

At the same time, the devil fumbled with his own pants, opening them to free himself. In an instant, his hand wrapped around his own neglected hardness and sighed in relief.

Their moans filled the room, the sounds blending together in a chaotic harmony, joined by the slapping of skin, the wet sounds of movement mingled with gasps and groans.

Each touch and caress, each movement fueled the passion between them, the boundaries of their shared experience stretched to new limits, pushing them to the brink of something they couldn't define. 

Lucifer broke first, the climax washing over him, letting him spill over his hand but just as he reached the peak, Vox followed suit, finding release with soft whimpers while marking the deerdemon's thighs with thick strands of his cum.

Lucifer's coated hand wrapped around Alastor's aching cock, giving him the attention he so desperately needed, while Vox continued to drive the thick, glistening toy into his tight hole, his own eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Just a few seconds was all it took, the deerdemon's body shaking as he finally reached his own climax, his cry of release echoing through the room and Vox swore he could feel the Radio demon's static prickling on his screen.  

Exhaustion and satisfaction filled the air as they all laid on the bed, their breaths still heavy. 

After a while, Alastor slowly came to realize the meaning of the fluids spread across his body and that Vox had touched him in an indirect way.

With a growl of irritation, he called out:

"You bastard! Can't even follow the rules, can you?"

Vox, a sly smile playing on his face, simply replied in a nonchalant tone.

"What's the problem, Bambi? I didn't break the rules. Also , our king invited me to do so."

"Yup, I let him help," Lucifer  replied with a shrug.

But Alastor's annoyance was clear, his tired body still reeling from the intense encounter.

With a huff, he grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping it around himself.

"You two will pay for that," he muttered sounding exhausted. Without another word, he turned his back on them, signaling his desire for solitude.

Lucifer and Vox chuckled quietly to themselves, amused by Alastor's demeanor.

"Is he always this grumpy after coming?" Vox asked silently.

Lucifer whispered, surpressing the giggles.

"The more grumpy he is, the better the experience must have been."

Alastor, his back still turned to them, allowed himself a sly smile while still dealing with the aftermath of their shared encounter, as he silently plotted his revenge.

"Let's see who laughs next time," he mused to himself, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

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Vox, ensconced in his high-tech surveillance room within the V Tower, diligently monitored and managed the television broadcasts and security cameras in Hell.

He scrutinized the sinners' interests, observing their fruitless attempts at having a good day in hell and indulging in the sight of beautiful demon ladies and handsome guys.

But his greatest joy was undoubtedly watching the Radio Demon, and this enjoyment had taken various forms over the last few decades.

In the past, Vox's  interest was laced with desire and frustration, leading to him jerking off to a frozen screen, showing the image of the Radio Demon bending down to pick up something he dropped, imagining how that skinny ass would feel in his grip and around his cock.

Later, his attention shifted to hatred and a perverse enjoyment of the Alastor suffering.

However, in the present, the feelings and motivations behind his actions were about to take a significant turn...

Because now, as Vox observed the Radio Demon's stroll through the hotel gardens, arm in arm with his husband, a wave of memories washed over him. 

He reflected on the significant changes their relationship had undergone lately.

He could still recall the taste of Lucifer's lips on his own and how it felt to guide that  toy inside of the deerdemon.

The image of Alastor in the grip of pleasure, with his body shivering and him finally spilling his load, ignited a hint of desire, but also a nagging realisation dressed in frustration within him.

Despite his attemptsof convincing himself he was absolutely over Alastor, Vox couldn't deny some deep-seated wants that still lingered within him.

It wasn't just attraction or desire; he genuinely yearned for Alastor, wanting to touch him, to make him feel pleasure, and to hear him cry out his  name in that thick and static-laden voice.

But knowing the agreed-upon boundaries, he resigned himself to merely watching.

Shit .

He still wanted and even worse somehow liked that old timey prick.

Vox sighed.

The three of them had set up another meeting for today.

After two weeks to their last encounter, the anticipation was quickly building, making Vox stare at the clock evry two minutes.

He pondered what Lucifer might do to his husband this time, recalling the way the king skillfully had used his tongue and fingers on the deerdemon.

The tantalizing thought consumed Vox's mind - would he  witness them go even further this time? Would he finally see them actually fucking today? 

Oh hell yes, that would be a sight...

Though it would even be better taking the Radio demon's cock in his own hand, while Lucifer was ravishing him, feeling the tantalizing throb of it as it pressed against his palm. The thought of licking it, tasting the forbidden fruit, was enticing.

But , no....

The terms of their deal just didn't allow him to take part in their activities the way he actually wanted.

His frustrated thoughts were interrupted by a sudden idea,  a sly smile creeping onto his face.

He remembered the previous encounter and how Alastor first hadn't even noticed the true identity of the one who had guided the toy inside of him. 

Vox's mind raced with excitement as he envisioned another toy he could use.

If utilized correctly, it would allow him to experience the sensation without getting physically  involved; it just would let Vox control the action without directly breaking the agreement.

He chuckled silently to himself, convinced that he had hatched the perfect plan - jumping up from his chair in excitment to get the certain device he needed from Val, complimenting himself aloud: 

"Haha! Vox, you are a genius!"

Pure excitment for the upcoming meeting now surged within him, fueled by the knowledge that he had devised a cunning plan.

***

Lucifer hummed happily as he carefully prepared dinner in the kitchen, accompanied by his daughter.

Today was his turn to cook, a duty he embraced with enthusiasm.

Having his daughter by his side made the task even more enjoyable.

Lucifer glanced over at the princess, who was chopping vegetables, a warm smile playing on his lips.

"You're doing a great job, Char. I'm glad we're cooking together today."

"Thank you, dad!" Charlie's eyes lit up and she so much looked like her younger self that Lucifer's heart overflew with affection.

They kept on working in silence until Charlie, perceptive and insightful as she was, couldn't help but voice the improved dynamic she had recognized between her father and Alastor.

With a genuine smile, she asked:

"Dad, you and Alastor seem to be doing better lately. Did you guys work something out?"

Lucifer's cheeks flushed, caught off guard by the question.

How should he explain that the solution to their issues involved a rather unusual and intimate agreement involving Vox?

Lucifer's mind raced, grappling with how to respond to Charlie's question.

The truth was both intimate and complicated.

"Ah, yes," he began, his cheeks still tinged with a golden blush. "We've come to a sort of understanding."

He paused briefly, struggling to find the right words. "Let's just say, things are... more satisfying than they have been in quite some time... nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about though, my little duckling."

"I am just happy for you, dad. I want you and Alastor to stay together, you are bringing out the best in each other. You two are so adorable."

Those words touched Lucifer deeper than he wanted to admit, so he diligently focused on the task at hand, concentrating on finishing the veggie version of lasagna they were preparing.

He knew that Alastor would likely wrinkle his nose at the lack of meat, but Lucifer and Charlie had prepared it with care, so he would eat it anyway, and the thought how Alastor always tried to please the ones he cared for left him full of warmth and affection for his dear husband.

Chuckling, he could already picture Alastor sneaking off to the bayou still existing within the walls of his old bedroom right after dinner, ready to indulge in some fresh deer meat.

As Lucifer began sautéing the diced vegetables, his thoughts lingered on his husband's peculiar tastes and preferences.

He was relieved to note that it had been almost three months since Alastor had indulged in the flesh of a sinner who hadn't acted properly on Hotel grounds, a small victory to appreciate, as Charlie always was very upset when it came to such incidents, reminding the cannibal of their policies.

Lucifer sighed with a smile, his heart still filled with tender affection for Alastor - a man so stubborn yet so willing to fulfill nearly anything to please the man he had fallen in love with so many years ago, even agreeing to try this new form of intimacy they started with noone else but Vox.

The fallen angel's thoughts drifted to the scenario that would likely play out later in the evening and his heart started to beat faster.

In the meantime Charlie had started to work on preparing the bechamel sauce, her nimble fingers busily combining the ingredients.

The kitchen was immersed in the alluring aroma of herbs and vegetables frying, when a sudden shift in the air signalled the unexpected arrival of Alastor. In a seamless movement, he materialized from the shadows, standing right behind Lucifer, leaning in to peer over his shoulder at the food he was preparing.

"Look at you, mon ange! I see you're busy drowning dead plants in oil," he commented, wrinkling his nose in mock disgust. "This stench is truly fascinating."

Lucifer rolled his eyes, familiar with Alastor's banter.

"You know it's Veggie Friday again," he replied, his voice a mix of resignation and affection.

Alastor leaned in closer, a sly smile playing on his lips, as he whispered to Lucifer in a low, seductive tone, only meant for his husband's ears.

"But, darling ... Our later evening activity will be rather... carnal in nature, don't you think? "

Lucifer tensed, looking nervously at Charlie , but she was too busy working on her task to listen in.

As Alastor continued with his banter, Lucifer couldn't help but notice the unusual sense of excitement and eagerness in his demeanor.

It was surprising, as Alastor had been noticeably nervous during the prior gatherings and not completely convinced by the new developments of their relationship.

So the fallen angel found himself genuinely happy that Alastor seemed to be looking forward to their upcoming meeting with Vox.

This time, there was a palpable energy surrounding Alastor, an uncharacteristic enthusiasm that Lucifer found intriguing. He wondered what had caused this change, but decided not to question it too much.

Dinner passed pleasantly, with the hotel residents enjoying the veggie lasagna prepared for the evening meal.

Alastor, predictably, picked at his plate with half hearted complains and excused himself after a while  to "take an early rest at his quarters", but otherwise  there were no significant complaints.

It appeared that the meal had been a success.

As the evening came to a close, Lucifer excused  himself from the usual hotel activities, which usually involved joining the residents in playing card games and sitting at the bar, too.

Tonight,he had different plans.

As he stepped through a portal, the King couldn't help but smile, his thoughts already wandering to the excitement awaiting him in the new, special room, where he then appeared.

Immediately Lucifer jumped back, startled to find his husband already seated in a deep burgundy armchair, his legs crossed and a wide smile on his face. His coat was gone, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up, revealing his bare, dark forearms.

"Hello, my dearest," Alastor cooed and his eyes gleamed with a mix of mischief and excitement. "Don't you think it's about time we welcome our special guest, my darling? We don't want to keep him waiting any longer, do we?"

Lucifer blinked in surprise, then responded  to Alastor's eager request, his tone soft but full of excitment.

"Of course, love. I'll go and fetch him."

With a flick of his wrist, the King summoned a portal, its swirling edges revealing a glimpse of Vox's room on the other side.

The Media demon was already waiting, all dressed up, and quickly stepped through the portal,  his screen face beaming with a wide grin as he greeted Lucifer with fondness:  "Right on time, Your Majesty."

He shot an unreadable look at the Radio demon seated in the armchair, before taking Lucifer's hand and planting a polite kiss on it.

Vox then chuckled at the  growl coming from the deerdemon, clearly amused.

"Oh, jealous, are we, Bambi?" he taunted. "You want a kissy too?"

Alastor retorted, his tone sharp.

"Don't you dare, you infantile idiot!"

Vox chuckled at Alastor's fierce resistance, clearly undeterred by his threat.

"Oh, come on, Alastor. Sooner or later, you'll give in and let me touch you," he teased.

The deerdemon, his eyes narrowing with fire, retorted with conviction.

"Ha! That's not going to happen! I'll bite off every part of you that comes close to touching me, you little wretch!"

Lucifer, standing to the side, couldn't help but find their banter somehow endearing.

Vox continued, his voice dripping with playful mockery.

"You don't know what you're missing, Al," he teased, a wicked grin on his face. "I bet you'd like it if I buried my cock in your boney ass."

The Media demon's words were crude and bold, sending a rare blush to Alastor's face, causing both Lucifer and Vox to burst into laughter.

"Oh, my darling, look at you blushing like a school boy," Lucifer remarked teasingly.

Vox added, a smirk on his face:  "Seems like I struck a nerve there, Bambi, hm ?"

Alastor continued to grumble, calling them both insufferable bastards, while Lucifer chuckled, finding this whole situation quite entertaining.

"Sorry, love," he said, still laughing. "You're just too fun to mess with. And maybe Vox has a point..."

Vox, trying to seize the opportunity, chimed in:

"Oh , I actually brought something with me, WE could ..."

But Alastor interrupted, the  mischievous gleam still present in his eyes.

"Well, gentlemen, I've got another idea for tonight."

Lucifer was caught off guard by Alastor's declaration, finding it unusual for him to be the one introducing new ideas into their intimate moments.

Vox, immediately eager to hear what Alastor had in mind, couldn't resist chiming in.

"Al, old pal, don't keep us in suspense! Spill the tea!"

Alastor smirked, clearly amused by their curiosity.

"Patience, my dears. You know, I've got a notion, a rather delightful prospect, that we shall enjoy this evening...

Prepare yourself for an experience that will be… quite memorable!"

His smirk widened as he announced his next demand.

"Well then, let the entertainment commence. For a start ... I need both of you to undress."

Lucifer and Vox exchanged a brief glance of unease but despite their reservations, curiosity and desire compelled them to proceed.

The King raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, is that it? Are you in charge now, love?"

Vox looked equally surprised, though his screen face lit up with anticipation.

"Well, well, Alastor's finally got some interesting ideas of his own, I guess."

Despite his mockery, Vox was quick to follow instructions, swiftly unbuttoning his shirt in a fluid motion, hastily moving on to get rid of his pants, nearly stumbling over them while tossing them aside.

Lucifer, in turn, undressed with a sly smirk and the mere flick of a finger, the fabric falling to the floor effortlessly.

Alastor nonchalantly sat back in his armchair, expression cool and unphased, while both Lucifer and Vox stood before him, equally naked. 

The two men exchanged curious glances again, wondering what Alastor had planned.

Despite this, they couldn't help but allow their gazes to roam up and down each other's exposed bodies, taking in the sight before them.

Vox then blurted out, voice filled with admiration:

"Mmm, holy fuck, your majesty, you truly look divine."

Lucifer blushed at the compliment, a soft golden tint spreading across his cheeks.

Alastor interjected with a hint of jealousy and an eyeroll implied:

"Oh my, such a profound revelation from such a sharp mind! You're just so clever, Vox, it's almost painful to watch!"

Adding with a snarl: "As an angel, he's bound to look divine. Now stop drooling over my husband."

Vox smirked at Alastor's possessiveness, finding it both adorable and amusing.

"Relax, Al," he teased, still shamelessly admiring Lucifer's physique. "Just enjoying the view, that's all."

Then, chuckling at Alastor's jealousy, playfully reminding him: "Besides, you've already seen us kissing before."

Lucifer joined in the banter, his voice filled with genuine affection: "And you know I love you, Alastor."

The deerdemon rolled his eyes again, a hint of irritation in his tone.

"Oh, spare me the sweet talk, Lucifer."

But Lucifer, sensing Alastor's internal struggle, his jealousy seemingly interrupting the unfolding of his plan, pressed further, gesturing to their state of nudity.

"Wouldn't it do things to you if you watched us kiss like this?" he asked.

Alastor, torn between his possessive jealousy and an unexpected growing heat of arousal, shifted uncomfortably in his seat, caught in a battle of conflicting emotions, his grip on the armchair tightening, his eyes darting between the two.

Damn. He struggled to find the right words.

He was the Radio demon -  How could this situation he himself had inflicted leave him speechless ? 

"I... I," Alastor stuttered, his voice slightly hoarse. "I haven't the faintest idea why I would find that appealing..."

Lucifer just smiled knowingly and then gently cupped Vox's screen to pull him closer, their lips meeting in a tender kiss.

As their bodies pressed against each other, their growing erections brushing, the sensations were sending a jolt of pleasure through them, sounds of approval escaping them.

Alastor watched the intimate scene with a mixture of jealousy and desire.

Despite his irritation, he couldn't deny the growing heat pooling in his core as he watched His husband in this intimate moment with another man.

His expression remained stoic, but the subtle signs of his arousal were evident in the way his breath hitched and his eyes darkened.

But Alastor's control snapped as Vox's hand shifted towards Lucifer's cock, and he instinctively reacted with a swift use of his powers, manifesting his tentacles, their inky blackness underlayed by a greenish glow, using them to  separate the two men forcefully.

Vox gasped loudly, while Lucifer let out a startled  "fuck".

The atmosphere was suddenly thick with tension as Alastor's possessive nature took control.

The Radio demon's voice was firm and authoritative as he reprimanded Vox.

"Ah ah ah, my squareheaded pal, no touching there," he growled. "And may I remind the both of you what already has been told ; it's my turn to provide the entertainment, and I assure you, it will be quite a show!"

Lucifer and Vox, each one ensnared by a glowing, writhing tentacle, exchanged wide-eyed glances, realizing that they had pushed the wrong buttons.

Alastor's possessive nature had been ignited, and now they obviously were at his mercy.

They both nodded, once again intrigued by what was about to happen.

Alastor sat in his chair, returning to a relaxed pose, his chin propped up on his hand as he effortlessly held the two demons suspended in the air with his Power, their bodies dangling from the tight hold of the shadow tendrils.

They could do nothing but wait for the deerdemon's next move, their hearts thudding with anticipation and a hint of trepidation.

A hint of smug satisfaction in his eyes Alastor observed their precarious position, relishing in the control he had over the situation.

Vox, being his usual cheeky self, voiced his thoughts, slightly irritated at the current situation.

"Um, Al, is this your twisted idea of having a good time? Because I was expecting something more... physically pleasuring..." 

Lucifer, in contrast, turned to Alastor with a mix of curiosity and concern, asking in a soft voice.

"Love, what exactly was it you were planning?"

Alastor, enjoying the little game he had created, chuckled as he swung Vox and Lucifer gently in mid-air.

He couldn't help but find amusement in their current predicament, his eyes occasionally darting down to their ridiculously swaying cocks.

"You two have taken advantage of me and my betraying body in our prior encounters in ways that are lacking any class," he began, his gaze shifting between the two men. "Not only have you covered me in your sticky bodyfluids, but you've also spoken to me with utter audacity."

His words hung heavy in the air as he continued: "So this time, I've decided that it's my turn to have some fun ... and to keep your mouths occupied so I don't have to endure your mockery. It's only fair, wouldn't you say, my good men?"

Lucifer's eyes widened in surprise as one of the tentacles was suddenly shoved into Vox's mouth, silencing him before he was able to voice any complains.

But any further thoughts were interrupted as the fallen angel felt a tendril suddenly teasing his sensitive entrance while another one was gently pushed against his slightly parted lips, asking for entry. 

As Lucifer's mouth opened in a silent gasp, he found the tendril slipping between his lips far more tenderly than Alastor had treated Vox, and he instinctively began to suck on the invasive appendage, while locking eyes with his husband in an intimate gaze.

Lucifer couldn't help but feel a mixture of pleasure and pain as the other slick tendril slowly pushed inside him, stretching him as it started thickening inside. 

The fallen angel's head arched backward as the first tentacle then slipped from his mouth with a wet sound, leaving a trail of saliva on his lips.

His breathing was uneven, his voice trembling.

"Love... oh, heavens... you've never... taken control like this before... it's... incredible!" 

Alastor leaned back into his chair again, a smirk playing on his lips while his gaze was fixed on the sight of his appendage disappearing deep into the fallen angel's body.

"Isn't this just delightful... Ah, that's it, darling," he whispered, his voice dripping with a mix of authority and arousal. "Take it in... Just like that."

Lucifer's own voice trailed off, the intense sensations coursing through his body leaving words difficult to form.  

He allowed Alastor to guide the pace, his trust in his husband unwavering, the eye contact between them remained intense, a silent bond. 

Lucifer's body trembled with every movement, the sensations almost overwhelming.

His breath was labored es he gasped: "I... y-you... oh gods... yes... p-please..."

Meanwhile Vox's muffled words were incomprehensible around the tentacle still stuffed in his mouth, but his frustration still was evident.

Alastor's gaze shifted toward Vox, and he realized it maybe was time to redirect his attention.

He took a moment to consider which part of Vox's body deserved his touch.

"Don't want to leave our guest neglected now,  do we?" the deerdemon spoke as he decided to explore other areas.

The tendril that had gagged Vox now withdrew, leaving him gasping for breath.

With one smooth motion it was maneuvered to a different area -  coiling around Vox's eager length, squeezing and pleasuring him in ways he had never even dreamed of.

"Oh shit ... Ah, Bambi ... Yes, give me more... F-faster, right there oh yes ... Ah, you kinky bastard... I bet you fuck yourself with those things too ...."

Vox's words were interrupted by a sudden, muffled cry as Alastor filled his mouth once again, putting an abrupt end to his babbling. 

The deerdemon looked pleased with himself, watching the effect his actions  had on the Media demon and the devil, both still being held midair , both reduced to stuffed, moaning messes.

A sly smirk played on his lips as he tightened the grip of the tentacle that was working Vox's length, the pressure causing the other Overlord to let out a strangled moan. 

The movements became faster, more insistent, determined to push Vox to the edge.

"Mm...re! Mmmh!" Vox tried to voice his desire though being gagged by the tendril shoved deep down his throath.

In response to Vox's incomprehent  plea for more, Alastor's grip intensified further, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure coursing through the Media demon.

Meanwhile Lucifer, still impaled and trembling, took a deep breath , trying to steady his panting.

However, any attempt at regaining composure was short-lived as he felt a second tentacle, wet and warm, nudging against his entrance and finally slipping inside while the angel arched his back in a lustful whimper.

Alastor couldn't help but glance over at Lucifer, witnessing his husband's pleasure-filled state.

The fallen angel looked like he was on the brink of climax, his body trembling with each precise hit to that certain spot inside of him. 

"Look at you, mon ange," he murmured, his voice low and filled with longing. "You are close, aren't you?"

Alastor hadn't anticipated finding such pleasure in exerting control in this form - his arousal becoming increasingly evident, the growing bulge in his pants obvious as he reveled in the sensation of dominance, taking great satisfaction in watching both, his husband and Vox, completely at his mercy.

The sound of Vox's higher-pitched moan drew Alastor's attention back to the Media demon, just in time to witness him spilling  his load all over the floor.

A sense of triumph washed over Alastor as he saw the results of his influence on the bound and gagged man.

"Now, now, someone just couldn't hold back, hm?" He teased, but then Lucifer's plea echoed in the air.

"Al... Alastor... I'm close... please..."

And of course Alastor answered the call immediately: a tentacle, still glistening with  Vox's cum, now wrapped around Lucifer's own leaking cock, giving it a few firm strokes, drawing out whimpers of pleasure from the fallen angel.

"Come for me," Alastor commanded, his tone filled with authority. "Dont hold back now!"

And of course Lucifer obeyed, spilling his climax in long streams across the drying remnants of Vox's release on the ground.

"Just divine" the deerdemon crooned, his tone dripping with affection and pride.

He gently pulled the tentacles from inside Lucifer while - with a careless flick of his wrist - at the same time releasing Vox from his grip.

The Media demon dropped unceremoniously to the floor, landing in the mess the two men had created, looking rather disheveled and unglamorous in the aftermath of his climax.

Alastor glanced at him with an air of superiority, satisfaction tinting his voice.

"My, my, simply marvelous, wouldn't you agree? A performance truly worthy of applause!"

Vox grumbled in annoyance, feeling the sting from his ungraceful fall to the floor.

Alastor, unbothered, chuckled and gently placed Lucifer in his lap, wrapping an arm around the still-naked angel,  nuzzling his neck.

"So, darling, did you enjoy my little idea?"he purred, asking with a hint of smugness, 

A small chuckle escaped Lucifer's lips as he responded:

"I must admit, my love, I never knew you could use those unholy things in such a way. After being married to you for quite a while now it was truly a revelation to discover this new side of you."

He leaned into Alastor's embrace, his body still tingling with the aftereffects of their intimate encounter.

Alastor chuckled softly, his kisses trailing along Lucifer's jawline.

"Mhm," he murmured, his breath warm against the angel's skin. "Wasn't it you who asserted  there is always something new to discover, my dearest?"

His arms held Lucifer close, a possessive yet tender embrace as he continued to pepper kisses along the fallen angel's neck.

Vox let out a small cough, gaining the lovers' attention. 

"Ahem... excuse me,  lovebirds," he began, his tone slightly annoyed. "It would be nice if I could get my clothes back and clean this sticky mess off my body."

Alastor lifted his head from Lucifer's neck, a hint of amusement flickering across his features.

"Oh, my" he drawled, "always in a rush, aren't we?"

Vox's irritation was evident as he sulked, feeling unappreciated after being dropped so abruptly and then ignored.

"Well, yes," he huffed, his annoyance clear. "You just let me drop like a hot potato,  tossed me aside like garbage. Ha, I can tell when I'm not welcome here anymore."

Lucifer, noticing the change in mood, tensed  in response to the statement.

Alastor, however, couldn't help but flash another cheeky grin, amused.

"Lucifer , my clothes and a portal really would be nice ...." Vox urged.

The King  opened his mouth to protest, but the Media demon quickly cut him off.

"It's okay, Sire" he said, a hint of resignation in his voice. "I had a good time... sort of. And I know it's not your fault that your husband is, well, being his usual self." Adding in a hiss: "Stupid prick he is."

Lucifer looked a mix between guilty and frustrated, while Alastor merely raised an eyebrow at Vox's boldness.

The fallen angel then gave in, snapping his fingers, and in an instant, Vox stood there, cleaned and clothed, a portal yawning behind him, ready for his departure.

The Media demon offered a slight bow, showing a hint of respect. 

"A pleasure as always, your majesty."

Then, turning his attention to Alastor, his tone dripping with sarcasm, he added:  "Thank you for the orgasm, asshole."

Alastor snorted at the unexpected remark.

After the portal closed behind Vox, Lucifer turned his attention to his husband, his tone disappointed.

"Love," he began, "you could have been a little kinder to him."

Alastor's response was unapologetic, his words tinged with satisfaction.

"My dear, I beg to differ... We only  did agree on adding him to our... activities. And it was quite pleasing to see him in such a state."

Lucifer attempted to respond, his voice laced with guilt.

"But Alastor..."

Alastor cut him off abruptly, his tone suddenly firm.

"No, Lucifer, you listen to me now.

You are the one craving more excitement.

For me, it had always been enough ... you always have been enough!

My body may respond to certain stimuli, but  seeing another person touch you, kiss you... it sends conflicting emotions through me... Evrything seems to get rather ... Irritating."

"But you realky liked Vox at one time of your life. And you seemed remarkably responsive so far ... And also  tonight ! I saw how you got hard!"

Alastor's gaze darkened,  a hint of annoyance in his expression.

"Yes, I may have been attracted to him once," he conceded. "But my responsiveness, especially tonight , is no indication of any lasting feelings."

The King sighed.

"I  really want this to work out... for all of us. Perhaps we can find a more equal approach. Maybe next time we could try something that is more about... bonding."

Alastor considered his husband's words, his expression softening slightly, as Lucifer continued, the fallen angel's expression  hopeful.

"Maybe ... Something more centered on communication and mutual pleasure... for all three of us."

The deerdemon tightened his  hold on Lucifer, his eyes narrowing at the suggestion.

"Hmm. You know I only desire you, my love" he murmured.

Lucifer gently placed a hand on Alastor's cheek, his voice soft but firm.

"I know, sweetheart. I'm not asking you to develop deeper feelings for him. But I believe Vox can bring pleasure to you.Trust me."

Alastor grumbled, the words weighing on his stubborness and pride.

But as always, his love for Lucifer was stronger.

Despite his reservations and lingering jealousy,  he knew he would do anything for his husband.

"Fine," he muttered, surrender in his voice.

"I may try again ... for your sake."

***
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Vox returned to the V tower, his annoyance readable on his flickering screen,  finding  himself face-to-face with Velvette and Valentino.

"Oh, what's got you so riled up, babe?" the female Overlord  taunted playfully. "I thought you went off to see the deerboy getting his ass filled?" 

Valentino, joining in, added with a leering grin:

"Rough night, huh, Voxie?"

Velvette, ever the nosy and gossip-loving soul, couldn't resist to push further.

"Let me guess, it didn't go smoothly with the Radio creep and his little wifey?" she asked, her eyes studying Vox's disheveled appearance.

"Oh please,  it went just perfectly fine, I rarley ever came that good," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcastic undertones. 

Then Vox just stormed off . 

Valentino, seated lazily on the couch, dragging on his cigarette, shook his head and chuckled.

"See, I knew it would end like this. Always the same with that Radio demon involved."

Velvette nodded in agreement, her gaze following Vox's retreating figure.

"Old men are such creeps, and they act like children sometimes. Such fossils. " 

In the safety of his own room, Vox began to undress, preparing himself for a much-needed shower, still feeling dirty, though the king had cleaned him with his magic.

He reached for the ridiculous oversized plastic bag he used as a makeshift shower cap before turning on the water.

Sighing, he couldn't help but feel irritated at the memory of Alastor's earlier mockery, the Radio demon's laughter still ringing in his head.

"That insufferable jerk," he muttered to himself, "Making fun of me, treating me like that..."

But standing alone in the solitude of his shower, he suddenly  found himself faced with a moment of self-reflection, thinking about how Lucifer and him had teased and used Alastor during their first encounters, and now he wondered if they really had acted in a better way, as they had found loopholes in their arrangement, exploited the deerdemon's body's responsiveness, and played their own little  power games.

As the hot water kept washing over him, relaxing his tense muscles, Vox pondered the situation.

He realized that this whole situation was more complex than he had initially thought of, and it actually would require way more communication, understanding  and boundaries to continue things in a pleasant way.

But ... 

Was it worth the effort or should he just quit the whole deal? 

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Chapter Text

".... Overall, the new procedure for registering soul deals has been successfully implemented. Territorial disputes have also declined, and most of the new contract conditions have been adhered to.

All in all, it has been quite a good month."

The Overlord meeting had come to a close, and Carmilla summarized the key points in a matter-of-fact tone.

Finally, she focused her attention on  reporting the results of recent surveys.

"Among the sinners under contract, approximately 85% of them expressed satisfaction during their interviews," she continued. "Alastor and Vox, in particular, have stood out in terms of care, with positive feedback from a significant percentage."

The Media - and the Radio demon sat proudly in their seats, emanating an air of superiority that didn't sit well with some of their fellow Overlords - both recognizing the resentful gazes fixed upon them and ignoring them with a hint of arrogance.

As the meeting came to a final conclusion, most of the overlords swiftly dispersed, clearly relieved.

After exchanging a few more words with Rosie Alastor raised from his seat with a sigh, too.

He couldn't deny being relieved the exhausting event all Overlords  had agreed to attend on a monthly basis finally was over. The seemingly endless meetings, the formalities, the forced discussions had taken a toll on his patience, and he felt a sense of relief at the thought of having some downtime to relax and recoup. The idea of not having to deal with the stresses of such a gathering for another month was a welcome reprieve.

Yet, stepping through the doors of the building, he paused, sensing a pair of eyes fixed on him.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to find Vox standing there, an expectant look on his face.

Alastor raised an eyebrow in a mix of curiosity and annoyance, his tone cool and collected.

"Vox... whatever is it you desire?"

Vox  expression was serious, his voice steady.

"Al... we need to talk," he said.

Alastor  replied dryly:

 "Oh, is that so?"

"I know you're still upset about that first kiss with Lucifer." The Media demon spoke, ignoring the twitch of Alastor's strained smile. "And while you may tolerate my presence during those intimate moments ... - Ha, even enjoying yourself,you kinky old asshole isn't it? ...Up to this time, you're still a possessive bastard, that's for sure. "

He sighed , shoulders slumping.

"Look, I just can't help but feel that we're constantly engaging in a power play that leaves one of us feeling degraded," Vox said, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "So, I came to say... well, I want to quit."

Alastor, taken aback by the unexpected revelation, tried to remain composed.

"You want what now?"

Vox spoke with conviction, clear in his decision.

"I want to quit," he repeated, his voice firm but tinged with a hint of sadness. "But it's not easy. I mean, you know how much I've always wanted to see you unraveled ... and Lucifer, oh fuck, that guy is a dream come true."

Alastor ears flicked, his expression a mixture of surprise and contemplation.

Vox took in another deep breath.

"Better to end it now than end up in a mess, isn't that right, old pal?"

Alastor had listened silently, his expression unreadable as Vox spoke. 

"You really ... want to quit," he repeated, the words heavy in the air as he kept standing there, uncharacteristically at a loss for words.

Hadn't this been what he wanted?

To have Lucifer all to himself, again ?

Yet, there was no denying the truth – Lucifer desired something different now.

And if Alastor was honest with himself, he had to admit that he had enjoyed the encounters with Vox, too, much to his own surprise.

Clearing his throat, the deerdemon composed himself.

"Are you certain about this, old pal?" he asked, his voice betraying a touch of dissapointment.

Vox was taken aback by Alastor's hesitation, having expected a cocky remark or a show of indifference.

"I... Oh, wait, wait, wait," he murmered, genuinely surprised. "Why are you hesitating? I thought you'd show-off how you dont give a shit about that and that you would just be happy about me leaving you alone ..."

Alastor remained contemplative, his thoughts churning beneath his composed facade.

"Well, Vox, this might be a bit too complex for your delicate comprehension, but it indeed is not that simple..."

The Media demon suddenly sneered, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"Oh? I see ... Is it because maybe the Radio Demon has become a lapdog who obeys orders from his little husband?"

Alastor bristled, his face tightening with annoyance.

"Watch your tone, you imbecile. You don't know what you're talking about."

Anger simmered beneath the deerdemon's calm demeanor, his eyes narrowing, as Vox continued his barrage, his smirk growing wider.

"Oh, i exactly know what I am talking about" he taunted. "You act all tough, but the moment the King only breathes in your direction, you're a puddle of mush. It's kinda cute, considering you've been married for so long..."

Vox's smirk widened, his words punctuated by a knowing gleam, as a sudden realisation hit him.

"Well, well. Honestly , don't you think he'll be less than amused when he finds out I quit because of your jealousy, hm?"

Alastor's irritation flared, his eyes narrowing, still he tried to act as if completely unfazed by the situation.

"Ha! Such a tiresome conversation, wouldn't you agree?" " he exclaimed, his smile sharp. "I do hope you don't make me bring out my more creative solutions to deal with this slight annoyance  you are." 

Vox chuckled, enjoying the unexpected turn this conversation had taken.

"Ah, oh man, oh man... Al. Honestly, I just wanted a serious discussion, making an offer to put an end to this. But it seems I didn't quite understand the hidden advantage this situation offers me. Well ... If you truly want me to stay, then..."

Vox paused dramatically, savoring the moment.

"Beg."

With a sound like splintering wood, Alastor's antlers grew a few inches as his irritation peaked and his facade startet cracking.

"What? You .... that's simply out of the question!"  he growled, his voice rising as he added a heartful: 

"Fuck you !" 

Vox couldn't help a cruel smirk spreading on his screen.

"Hehe, my my, Alastor, watch your language! Aren't you the one who's usually so careful with  choosing your words?

Come on, old man,  pull that stick out of your butt and just beg me to stay. Maybe you can even do it on your knees ..."

With a low, feral growl, Alastor's hand shot out and grabbed Vox by the throat, forcibly propelling him backwards into an alley between two nearby buildings.

His body collided with a trash container, leaving the Media demon momentarily disoriented.

Meanwhile, Alastor advanced, his surroundings cloaked in dancing shadows, his eyes now pitch black.

The deerdemon hovered over Vox, a snarl on his face.

"You want to repeat that, my dear?" he spat, his voice dripping with barely contained anger now.

Vox's composure returned swiftly, his laughter echoing in the alleyway.

"Oh, Alastor, listen ...," he said tauntingly. "If I go and tell your little King I want to quit because of you , while looking all roughed up by you, he'll be oh so disappointed ..."

Vox's voice took on a challenging tone.

"Come on then. Next try . Just tell me: Why do you want me to stay? Don't give me some excuse about Lucifer. Just admit that you actually want this too, just for yourself."

Alastor's teeth bared as he hissed: 

"It's nothing like that!"

But before the Radio demon could fully defend himself, Vox seized the moment and pulled him down, causing Alastor to momentarily loose his balance. 

In the brief moment of imbalance, the deerdemon's face collided with the surface of Vox's screen, causing a shower of sparks to fly.

Acting on impulse, Vox instinctively grasped Alastor's rear end, causing the latter to find himself unceremoniously placed in the other man's lap.

In another sudden move, Vox then turned his head slightly, pressing something that appeared to be the desperate try of a kiss against Alastor's mouth, which at the moment was mostly bared teeth,  while simultaneously giving a firm squeeze to the deerdemon's  backside.

This unexpected move, unsurprisingly, triggered a high-pitched scream from Alastor, filled with a screeching feedback, that would have surely damaged a normal person's eardrums.

"You goddamn bastard!"  Alastor snapped, clearly in rage now.

His teeth instinctively clamped down on Vox's mouth - and Alastor realized he had never truly noticed or examined where Vox's screen ended and his flesh began.

However, the coppery tang of  blood immediately hit his tastebuds, as the dark red fluid floated his mouth.

Alastor had mentally assumed that Vox's blood would have a disgusting  flavor, much like battery acid with a hint of scorched wires.

However, to his surprise, it was far from the foul taste he had anticipated.

The metallic tang was potent, more intense than the ordinary blood of the typical sinner.

Additionally, there was a subtle hint of a salty warmth, reminding him of the ocean, reminiscent of warm sand and gently lapping waves.

Absorbed in the moment, Alastor hadn't even noticed that he had begun suckling and licking at the wound.

Vox remained completely motionless, his mind momentarily stunned at the feeling of Alastor's mouth still lapping at the wound and his tongue darting out in a reflexive gesture, because ...

The Radio demon was kissing him ...at least kind of.

Then, regaining his composure, Vox chose the first action that crossed his mind, which was biting his own tongue to cause more blood to flow and then rubbing it against Alastor's eager one, letting the warm liquid flow into that hot and hungry mouth.

Much to Alastor's embarassement, a filthy moan escaped his throat.

Caught off guard, he found himself unable to resist, and their lips melded together in what could only be described as a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

The taste of blood and a hint of something forbidden mingled in their actions and blood wasn't only constantly flowing into his mouth and down his chin now, but also to very different areas of his body, as a certain sensation began to make itself known below his waist.

As their bodies already were pressed immensly close together, Vox couldn't help but notice the evidence of Alastor's arousal brushing against him.

A cry of triumph and desire escaped his lips, because HE was the cause of that damn erection, and the realization only heightened his primal hunger.

With a firm grip, Vox's claws dug into Alastor's rear, pulling him even closer against his own body.

He then started grinding their lower halfs against each other, aching to feel that hard cock he had already seen  but never been able to touch, to feel.

Even through all of the layers of fabric that separated them it felt just incredible.

Vox started whimpering. 

His lips broke away from their messy kiss and trailed a path along Alastor's jawline, his words punctuated by labored breaths.

"You- oh you don't know how much I wanted to do this... how often I wished this was all mine ..."

Hearing those words of possessiveness Alastor snapped back to reality - mind still slightly clouded from the taste of blood - and abruptly broke free from the kiss, pushing himself away from Vox's grasp.

The sudden separation left the Media demon whimpering at the loss of contact, while Alastor himself landed flat on his ass, wincing in pain as his tail got pinched in an awkward position. 

Vox's hand instinctively reached out toward Alastor, but the deerdemon snapped, his voice filled with a panicked rejection.

"Don't you dare touching me again!"

He swiftly rose to his feet.

" This .... This demeanor is simply... unpalatable!."

Vox attempted to reassure Alastor, his voice soft.

"Alastor, it's alright..."

But the deerdemon interjected fervidly, his voice filled with a mixture of panic and accusation.

"No, it absolutely is not alright , how you state it!" he retorted, his eyes flicking around anxiously. "Lucifer is not even present, and yet you... you still..."

Confusion flickered across Vox's expression, as Alastor pointed an accusing finger at him, his voice rising with frustration.

"You still invaded my space with that rather unwelcome proximity!"

Vox, taken aback by the accusation, protested, his eyes widening.

"Whoa there, Al," he retorted. "Don't put the blame on me! You were the one who brought your tongue into this first, and let's not forget that it obviously was you who got that massive boner ... "

Alastor's face reddened.

"Y-you!" he sputtered. "It's solely your fault, and this was not arousal; it was a mere reaction of my body to getting in contact with your blood ...!"

Vox couldn't help but burst into laughter, his gaze flickering down to the still-visible tent in Alastor's trousers.

"Oh, you're such a hypocrite," he chuckled. "You just can't admit that you're a horny bastard, can you?"

Alastor's words came out with a hint of defensiveness and desperation.

"Your touch is not something I seek ... as I don't desire you!" he vehemently stated, his eyes locking with Vox's. " What I seek is a connection that resonates on a deeper wavelength -  with one special soul and that is Lucifer! It is utterly unseemly to involve myself in something like mere intercourse or... or... h-humping in an alley like street dogs!"

Vox's expression softened at the raw sincerity in Alastor's words.

It was indeed a familiar dance.

They would rile each other up and in the end, neither of them truly acted on their threats ...

"Calm down, Al..." Vox began with a sigh, his tone softer now. "I know you're irritated, but we've been through this before. We always end up like this, don't we? Snarling and snapping at each other like feral animals."

Alastor, still trying to disguise the visible bulge in his trousers, exhaled, his mind trying to process Vox's words.

"But we've never been in such a compromising position before," the deerdemon murmured, his eyes darting around, somehow anxiously.

Vox huffed in agreement.

"Yeah... That certainly was new, but what I wanted to say is that I won't tell Lucifer that it's your fault that I quit."

Alastor's eyes widened in surprise as he digested the information, a flicker of disbelief crossing his face.

"You... you truely are quitting..?"

Vox's voice carried a hint of vulnerability as he shared his thoughts.

"Shouldn't I, though?" he mused, a frown etched on his face. "This whole situation is just insane... and confusing. I'm still that pathetic idiot who desperately wants you after all those years."

His words spilled out, filled with a raw honesty that caught Alastor off guard.

"Watching you and Lucifer together was incredible, but... it's just not enough... I want more," Vox continued, his voice growing in intensity. "I want to be a part of this in a way that allows me to touch you, to taste you, and... and..."

Vox paused, his gaze locking with Alastor's.

"I want to kiss Lucifer without you looking at me like you want to rip my tongue out and eat it."

Alastor stood there, slightly taken aback, crimson eyes fixed on the ground as he contemplated Vox's words.

He unconsciously bit his lower lip, caught in a momentary whirlwind of thoughts.

Vox, seeing his conflicted expression, remained silent, patiently waiting for a response from the Radio demon.

"Let's... let us try it one more time," he finally responded, his gaze lifting to meet Vox's.

Surprised hope surged through Vox's veins.

Was Alastor finally giving in?

The deerdemon's voice held a hint of uncertainty as he spoke, his words cautious yet resolute.

"I am willing to give it a whirl" he repeated, emphasizing each word. "It remains to be seen if I will be able to allow you touching me, nor can I guarantee that I won't instinctively pull away. And well, just be aware one of my tentacles may accidentally stab you."

There was a glimmer of determination in his eyes as he added, "But one thing that I can promise is:  I will try."

Vox swallowed hard at the mention of the tentacles, but he nodded, accepting the challenge.

As they stood there in a moment of awkward silence once again, Alastor swiftly returned to his usual confident demeanor, his voice taking on a commanding tone.

"So be it, " he said. "I expect you to be on time and don't forget to show up with a smile, my good fellow. Ta-ta."

With that, Alastor vanished in a puff of shadows, leaving Vox feeling both excited and apprehensive.

Vox let out a breath he had been holding, shaking his head in bemusement as he dusted off his suit.

Stepping out of the alley, he called for his limousine, mind still swirling with thoughts about what the upcoming night would bring.

"Bloody hell," he muttered. "Why does everything always end up differently than I plan?"

Chapter Text

Lucifer hummed cheerfully.

He was effortlessly floating by the fifth-floor balcony, repairing the damaged railing, his thoughts focused on the plans for the evening: the idea of taking a leisurely walk through the gardens with his beloved husband seemed idyllic; having dinner out there, accompanied by stars Lucifer would magically illuminate.

Alternatively, he was considering to order some takeaway from a recently opened restaurant that offered mouth-watering burgers - the "special meat version" a particular favorite of Alastor's - and to enjoy watching a vintage film that  guaranteed to make them both burst into fits of laughter.

Actually, the specifics didn't really matter, Lucifer was simply eager to spend a night with his dearest husband without any obligations or distractions.

It had already been over a week since they last had been able to share a quiet evening, free from responsibilities or the presence of others.

Tonight held the promise of a tranquil and intimate chance to reconnect and simply enjoy each other's company.

Lucifer finished his work and landed gracefully on the top floor's expansive terrace, a satisfied look on his face.

He expected Alastor to arrive home at any moment, actually he already should have returned from his meeting half an hour ago. 

While waiting, a sudden idea struck him and Lucifer opened a portal, cautiously stucking his head through.

On the other side, Husk was caught off guard and almost dropped the bottle he was taking a sip from, clearly startled by the unexpected appearance of the King.

The devil extended his hand, asking Husk to pass him a bottle of the Shiraz that Alastor had so particularly enjoyed on a previous visit to the bar.

Husk responded with a slightly annoyed tone, but reluctantly handed Lucifer the bottle.

The King accepted it with a nod of gratitude, and with a swift wave of his hand, he closed the portal.

Humming a familiar tune without fully realizing it was a favorite of Alastor's, Lucifer expertly set the table on the terrace, complete with two elegant glasses and the bottle of wine he had just received. A quick snap of his fingers adorned the table with a vibrant bouquet of red roses.

"Ha, that's it! Oh, Luci, you're still the most romantic guy in this realm." Lucifer exclaimed while looking at the nicely arranged table.

While Alastor may not be overly enthusiastic about romantic gestures, he thoroughly enjoyed being admired and praised, taking pleasure in being the center of attention and lavishing in the adoration of others.

So he certainly would appreciate the efforts, the fallen angel was sure.

Lucifer himself had noticed an unexpected shift in his own emotions since they had started exploring a more intriguing approach to intimacy, adding another person.

He found himself filled with appreciation, feeling as if falling in love with Alastor all over again.

Smiling , the devil now settled down at the table, but soon his patience began to wear thin.

Alastor was taking an unusually long time to return. The meeting must have been dragging on significantly, and the King of Hell was growing increasingly impatient with each passing minute, drumming his finger's against the table's surface.

Just as Lucifer was contemplating on putting on a show and barging into the meeting to claim his husband, Alastor finally appeared out of the shadows, looking slightly disheveled.

Lucifer immediately grew concerned as he saw that Alastor's face and shirt were stained with blood -  however, upon a closer look, he realized the blood wasn't the result of a wound on the deer demon.

The  initial worry quickly morphed into a mixture of  disappointment as he exclaimed:

"Oh, no... love. Don't tell me you tore a sinner apart after that meeting and already filled your stomach!" 

The king's earlier plans for a romantic dinner  seemed to be ruined.

Alastor chuckled softly, realizing how it might have looked and what his reputation made Lucifer think.

"Oh, my dearest,  be assured, I am still quite hungry . It just happened that I had brief exchange with Vox , ..." he replied, obviously uncomfortable with the topic.

"And by 'exchange,' you mean you had a fight with him again, don't you! I mean, the way you look you rather talked with your teeths and claws... Oh,  Alastor, we've discussed how we're supposed to treat him! Ugh! Whatever were you two arguing about this time?"

"Well..." Alastor sighed, but didn't continue.

Lucifer's gaze once again drifted to the bloodstains on Alastor's face, his expression a mixture of concern and frustration, as he asked:

"Come on, just spit it out. What was the subject of this conversation that resulted in your current state ?"

Alastor looked slightly troubled.

"Initially, I was the epitome of composure and diplomacy when dealing with Vox," he explained. "But as the conversation took a turn, ... when he revealed his intentions to, ah, to quit ... and I expressed concern about his decision, he offended me ... Well, and then, darling, a rather peculiar incident unfolded!"

Lucifer's expression turned surprised, even a bit appalled.

"What the ... He wants to quit? Why?!?! I ... uh... I mean, keep talking! Please don't tell me you actually  bit off his tongue and ate it?"

Alastor's response held a hint of shame.

"Well... actually that is not as far from the truth, after all... Though I suspect your grasp on understanding what really happened is still rather tenuous, dearest..."

Lucifer's frustration grew, as he was tired waiting to get clear answers. 

"Excuse me? What in hell do you mean? Oh damn ... Just stop beating around the bush, Alastor."

Alastor struggled to find the right words, his expression still troubled.

"I may have given our dear squareheaded friend the wrong impression, a little... misunderstanding so to say ... As he truly believed that ... That i was .... " 

Alastor paused again.

Lucifer's confusion turned to disbelief as realization dawned upon him.

"Alastor... are you trying to tell me that you... made out with Vox? "

"Mh...well...To a certain degree... Yes ... I guess i am trying to say that...."

Lucifer's unflinching expression betrayed no hint of emotion, his voice remaining composed.

"Oh.....So, how far did you go? And, love, I need to know... Were you, um, ...did you get aroused by it?" he inquired.

Alastor averted his gaze, his words barely audible.

"I was, indeed."

His cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he confessed, the truth leaving his mouth in a reluctant whisper.

Lucifer's initially unreadable expression suddenly gave way to a profound golden blush as he blurted out: 

"Oh my father! Alastor, that is wonderful ! And also incredibly hot." 

Alastor's confusion deepened.

"Pardon me?"

Lucifer's voice took on a defiant tone.

"Come on now, did you really think I wouldn't find that imagination appealing?

Alastor's expression shifted to one of discomfort.

"I feared it was a misstep ..."

Alastor's ears flattened against his head, his expression filled with guilt.

But Lucifer just stepped forward and closed the distance between them, sealing their lips in a loving yet firm kiss undeterred by the blood still staining Alastor's face .

When  he pulled away, the devil's eyes gleamed with affection and reassurance as he gently spoke, his voice soft and sincere.

"You thought I'd be angry with you? Oh, my sweet love... Oh no. I want this. It's alright for you and Vox to explore things without me too, sweetheart. The better you two 'work' together, the better it will turn out for all three of us."

He stroked Alastor's cheek gently , his touch tender and soothing. 

"But mon ange! I am only yours, I do not want ...."

Lucifer interrupted the deerdemon gently.

"Love... I know you may not want to hear this, but I am quite certain that somewhere deep within you, some remnants of your old feelings for Vox are still slumbering and that we may be able to awake them once again. I think it would Help you to feel way more comfortable with our ... threesome."

Lucifer's smirk widened as he spoke, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"And if a tiny bit of blood helps, well... a little bite never really hurt anyone down here in hell, huh?"

Alastor rolled his eyes, a hint of amusement in his expression, as he huffled softly.

Lucifer's tone then shifted, concern crossing his features.

"And in which mood did you part? He... he's not injured , is he?... And not quitting either, I hope?"

"Oh, it was quite the amicable separation," Alastor replied cautiously. "And no, darling, I don't think our flatscreened chum is ready to surrender quite yet..."

Lucifer's relief was palpable as he clapped his hands together, his voice filled with excitement.

"Oh, fortunately he is!"

Alastor continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he explained: 

"We even came to an arrangement, my dear. A loosening of the reins in our ... passionate endeavors. Vox has promised to visit tonight so we can give this little experiment a whirl, to see if it's feasible."

Lucifer chuckled softly, his mind racing with thoughts about how suddenly the events of the night had changed course.

Instead of a private, intimate moment between husbands , they would now be joined by Vox once again. 

And their relationship might even take a rather unexpected turn: Alastor's willingness to open up was a promising sign.

Lucifer cupped the deerdemon's face, making Alastor ease in relief, and again pressed a soft kiss to his husbands lips.

Then he turned back to the table and uncorked the bottle, filling the prepared glasses, his expression filled with optimism.

"Well then,my love," the king spoke, proposing a toast, a coy smile on his face. "To an evening of new attempts."

***

Vox wasn't entirely sure why he had gone all out with his appearance tonight, considering the circumstances.

He had chosen the perfect outfit, a stunning dark blue suit, tailored to fit him perfectly,  combined with a crisp white dress shirt and a deep bordeaux red vest that added a touch of color. The simple black bowtie  completed the dapper look.

After the encounter with Alastor in the alley, he had rushed back to his place to take a shower, obviously in need to freshen up.

Valentino had merely given him a side-eye upon spotting the blood stains on his screen, while Velvette immediately opened her mouth to ask questions, but Vox quickly made his escape, hurrying to his room before she could inquire any further.

Now he was standing in front of the mirror and couldn't shake off the feeling of nervousness that filled him, causing his palms to sweat and his heart to race.

Why was he so damn nervous?

The Media demon  took a deep breath to calm his rushing thoughts.

They had been through this before.

They had seen each other naked.

They even had witnessed each other reach climax!

It should have felt casual by now!

But for some reason, tonight felt different: The thought of being able to actually touch Alastor changing things significantly for sure !

Damn, for nearly two centuries he had desired to touch that man. That meant thousands of nights full of fantasies how his skin would feel under his fingertips, how his lips would feel on His, how that cock would feel in his hand!

For fuck's sake, it was totally fine to be nervous! 

Vox's heart raced as he realized that things were going to be different this time. At least he hoped they would ...

Would Alastor be able to keep his promise?

However, Vox nevertheless wanted to make a good impression, wanted to show that he knew how to treat someone with class. 

This time a portal hadn't been provided for his visit, so Vox decided to call his own limousine.

The driver had followed his instructions and before picking him up had procured a bottle of sweet wine, something fitting Lucifer's preferences, as well as some eyeballs in aspic for Alastor, sourced from the exquisite delicatessen store in cannibal town.

When he finally entered the limousine Vox glanced at the carefully packed delicacies, a satisfied smile on his screen.

In addition to the gifts, the driver had also taken the initiative to obtain a bouquet of flowers. The thoughtfulness of the gesture was not lost on Vox, and he mentally made a note to tip the man later.

As the limo weaved its way through the busy streets of the city, Vox couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within him.

This certainly was going to be quite the night! 

***

As Vox arrived at the hotel, he took a deep breath to steady his nerves before knocking on the door.

He plastered his brightest smile across his flat face, ready for the moment of truth.

Much to his surprise, it was Charlie's girlfriend, Vaggie, who openend, staring back at him with suspicion and disdain.

Her eyes scanned him up and down, her expression hardening as she spoke.

"Vox," she said flatly. "What do you want?"

Vox hesitated for a moment before replying, trying to sound confident and composed.

"Ah, yes. I am here to see the King and his spouse. I mean ... My good old pal Alastor," Vox began, his voice gaining a bit of confidence as he continued. "There are some... business matters we need to discuss, specifically regarding the hotel. It's about ... Advertising, yes. Because that's what I do. Yeah. Isn't it ."

Vaggie's gaze lingered on the flowers and gifts, her eyes narrowing skeptically.

Vox chuckled, attempting to diffuse the tension with a touch of humor.

"You know, I'm old-fashioned, little missy. Just a friendly gesture between allies. We share a good business companionship, you see."

"U-hu..."  

Despite her initial suspicion, Vaggie relented, stepping aside to let him enter the hotel.

Vox couldn't help but cringe inwardly at the awkward exchange with the princess's girlfriend, and was glad to reach the elevator that took him to the top floor.

When he finally knocked on the bright golden door to the royal couple's chamber, he couldnt help but admire the impressive and elaborately designed surface, embellished  with ornaments of apples, antlers,  snakes,  music notes – all symbols representative of the King and the Radio demon , united in a unique and official bond. 

As he stood there, taking in the symbolism, a nagging thought crossed Vox's mind: where exactly did he fit into this intimate equation? Was he an afterthought, a mere side character in the grand narrative of their relationship? 

But his thoughts were interrupted when Alastor opened the door, a look of appreciation on his face as he took in Vox's appearance.

"Oh my, you  really did dress up, my good man" he remarked, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "Are you trying to impress someone?"

Vox was barely paying attention to Alastor's words, his focus entirely fixated on the other man's lips.

He found himself overwhelmed by the desire to feel the warmth of Alastor's mouth against his own again, still remembering the taste of blood and desire on his tongue.

Meanwhile Lucifer had come over, greeting him, taking the gifts and flowers from Vox's hands, a small smirk on his face.

"Ah, dalhias. They are just lovely," he commented, appreciating the blooms. "You're being quite attentive tonight, aren't you, Vox? It's... unusually sweet of you."

Lucifer placed the dalhias next to the bouquet of red roses.

So someone else has had the same idea, Vox recognized, wondering if it had been Alastor who brought his husband those flowers after their little ... incident.

The atmosphere tonight was filled with a newfound agitation and bashfulness, so the trio  decided to enjoy the wine  Vox had gifted before diving into their usual, more intense activities.

Lucifer conjured another armchair, fitting it perfectly in front of the crackling fireplace, right  between his and Alastor's. 

The couple would often spend their evenings here, chatting, enjoying a beverage and playing cards.

"Come here, make yourself comfortable," Lucifer  gestured expansively, beckoning Vox to take a seat, then handed a glass filled with the deepgolden liquid to each man before taking a seat himself.

The fire crackled and popped in the background, adding a cozy atmosphere to the room.

"Here's to another amazing evening," Lucifer, raising his glass in the air, toasted to the Others.

(He really had a thing for that kind of theatralic gestures, Alastor thought , chuckling).

Vox echoed the sentiment, taking a small sip of the rich amber liquid that was nearly matching the colour of the king's eyes. The sweetness of the wine danced upon his tongue, its warmth spreading through his body.

They enjoyed the beverage and a lighthearted conversation, talking about last weeks trivial events.

But when Alastor opened the box of delicacies Vox had procured, Lucifer and the Media demon  winced in horror at the sight of the eyeballs that seemed to literally stare at them.

They both didn't mind a little bit of gore in the streets, but both prefered demonic parts to stay away from their plates.

Of course both of them declined the offer to try a sample.

Alastor, meanwhile, relished in the delicacy, popping an eyeball into his mouth with an expression of pure satisfaction.

"Ah, Vox," he exclaimed, savoring the taste. "Truly a delightful indulgence. A thoughtful gift, indeed! You've a knack for knowing my preferences... A rather pleasant surprise, I have to admit."

Vox mumbled : "Well, Al, I know you quite Well, after all..." 

Lucifer chuckled.

"Still want to kiss my husband again after he consumed that , Vox?"

Vox's eyes widened.

Of course he had been most certain Lucifer would be informed of the intimate moment he and Alastor had shared in that alley, but hearing it still made the Media demon's heart skip a beat.

Alastor let out a hearty laugh, clearly amused by the situation and chimed in, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, now, now. It's not like either of you really would mind, hm?"

Lucifer hummed. 

"You are so damn right, love."

Vox eyes widened as the king leaned over, closing the distance between himself and Alastor, locking his lips with his husband's.

Their kiss was passionate and intense from the start, as Lucifer wasted no time in going all in,  their tongues exploring and intertwining openly. 

Vox watched from the side, his gaze fixed on the scene before him, his own hunger and desire growing with each passing second.

Then he could no longer contain himself, rising from his chair and moving right behind Alastor.

He reached out and tenderly started to run his hands through the other man's red locks, claws trembling as his fingers traced the silky area of shaved hair at the deerdemon's neck.

Lucifer continued to kiss Alastor deeply, forked tongue pushing eagerly against his partner's.

The soft whimper escaping Alastor's throat drove a gasp from Vox's lips, the Media demon's body reacting instantly, his already thickening length growing to full hardness within mere moments. 

Lucifer chuckled softly against Alastor's lips, aware of the effect they were having on each other.

They all got more and more lost in the moment, Vox relishing the touch of Alastor's skin beneath his lips as he started nipping and suckling at his neck.

The trio continued in this sensual dance until suddenly, Alastor's body froze and he broke the moment with a single, firm word.

"Stop!"

Vox paused, immediately ceasing his ministrations, his breath ragged and heavy. He pulled away slightly, his gaze flickering between Alastor and Lucifer.

Alastor whispered: "Enough ... this ... this was a foolish idea..."

Vox's heart sank, but Lucifer stayed calm and his voice was filled with affection as he addressed his partner.

"You told me you want this" he said gently, cupping the deerdemon's face. "Alastor ... I know you don't give up easily... You're just getting shy and overwhelmed again. Oh, my precious, you can't imagine how adorable you are like this..."

Alastor looked down, his face reddened with embarrassment, but there was a hint of determination in his eyes.

He knew Lucifer was right. He wanted this.

Why was he shying away from the moment then like some blushing virgin?

"I... I did express a keen interest in giving it a try, i I remember that ...," Alastor admitted, his voice laced with vulnerability. "But... it's just..."

They all went quiet, Vox not knowing what to say or do next, while Lucifer patiently waited, intertwining fingers with his struggling husband.

Vox had always imagined experiencing Alastor in a vulnerable state would give him satisfaction and a sense of power over the other man.

However, as he witnessed the Radio Demon's uncertainty now, he instead was flooded with a deep sense of compassion.

Clearing his throat, Vox broke the silence with a request.

"Um... Al?" he asked, his voice softer than usual. "May I ask...um, I mean ... do you want to dance with me?"

Lucifer was immediately thrilled by the idea and encouraged his partner: "Great Idea! Go! Get on your feet ! Dance with him , love." 

Alastor stood up from his seat awkwardly, feeling a little bit foolish but somehow also oddly touched by Vox's try to change the unpleasant situation.

The soft, slow music that had already been playing in the background since Vox had arrived, created the perfect atmosphere as he gently placed his hand on the deerdemon's hip, while taking his other hand tenderly in his claws, guiding the Radio demon into a slow dance.

Lucifer watched them with a satisfied smile on his face, enjoying the scene unfolding before him. Relishing it, he drank a sip of wine, legs crossed, one foot tapping in time to the music.

Initially, Alastor felt awkward, his movements rigid and his expression tense.

Yet, as the dance continued, a sense of familiarity crept in, and he began to relax. This form of closeness to another body was something he was acquainted with and the warmth of Vox's touch as well as the rhythm of the music seemed to soothe his nerves after a while.

He allowed himself to be led, his movements becoming more fluid and graceful with every step and Alastor could feel the tension slowly easing from his body.

Lucifer's eyes on them made him feel strangley safe.

The closeness, the way Vox held him, it all started to feel ... Appropriate. Nice even.

The touch of the Media demon's skin, the faint scent of his cologne, the strength of his grip, it reminded him of the closeness he shared with Lucifer ... still it was somehow different and new. 

Intrigiuing, so to say.

Despite having known each other for years, Vox and Alastor had never been as close as they were in that moment.

Surely, they had engaged in countless fights, but their interactions had always been marked by violence and aggression. There had never been any room for intimacy or tenderness.

Until now.

Alastor lost track of time as he danced, his mind consumed by the beat of the music and the feeling of Vox's body against his own.

He didn't even recognize that Lucifer had left his seat to join until he found himself cradled between the two men, wrapped in a cozy sandwich of two warm bodies.

Alastor closed his eyes.

With a sharp intake of breath he suddenly felt Lucifer planting kisses along the nape of his neck, the sensation sending a shiver down his spine.

Then, he felt the addition of a second pair of lips, the heat of another mouth joining in the assault on his sensitive skin.

Alastor's eyes remained closed as he let himself be guided to the bed, his body compliant and pliable under the touch of the other men.

The mattress sagged as someone lowered himself behind him, while the other man positioned himself at the front, right between the deerdemon's parted legs.

The closeness of Lucifer's and Vox's bodies on either side of him almost was overwhelming.

Alastor swallowed hard, his breath coming in short, shallow pants as he braced himself for what was coming next.

He felt his coat being slowly removed , then gentle hands unbottoned his shirt.

Alastor's body went limp, allowing the two men to undress him with careful touches.

The man on the front caressed his chest, fingers tracing over fur and old scars, while the other man behind him slowly unzipped his pants, his fingers nimble and skilled. 

All the while, another hand ran through his hair, soothing and comforting him. He could feel the tension seeping out of his muscles as this hand continued to move with a gentle, almost reverent touch.

The deerdemon's pants and underwear then were shoved down and his length sprang free, already fully erected.

Alastor's mind went blissfully blank at the touch of a warm, wet tongue on his sensitive cock.

By now he was not sure who was pleasuring him, but it didn't really matter at this moment.

All that mattered was the blissful feeling of being touched in all the right places.

"Oh my stars ..." Alastor breathed, his hand moving to rest gently on the shoulders of the man in front of him. His body now was trembling, his breath coming in quick, shallow huffs.

Alastor's eyes remained closed.

As the man behind him withdrew, Alastor found himself leaning back on his elbows, his body propped up, immediately missing the presence of the other man's body behind him.

But that feeling was short-lived as he soon felt the flick of another tongue licking over the tip of his dick, pressing slightly into the slit, drawing a strangled cry from him.

Feeling two tongues now working his hardened length, he couldn't muffle the sounds that started spilling from his lips.

One man was swirling his tongue around the head of the deerdemon's cock, collecting evry drop of precum, while the other traced teasing lines up and down the length of his shaft with a gentle, languid pressure. 

The deerdemon's head was spinning, his fingers digging into the blankets, his whole body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alive with sensation. 

"Oh ... mmmh ...  Fuuuuck...", he gasped, the words torn from his mouth with every ragged breath.

He couldn't form coherent sentences anymore, he only could think of more, more, more.

But with the next moan Alastor's eyes involuntary shot open and he suddenly was taking in the sight that greeted him.

The sight of Lucifer and Vox ... devouring him.

It was too much to comprehend: Lucifer's sly smirk was almost predatory, his focus solely on the task at hand, while Vox looked like he had been utterly lost in pleasure, half-gone to the sensations coursing through him.

And Alastor ... panicked.

He tried to speak, but all that came out was a weak, barely audible: 

"Stop...!!! "

The two demons kneeling between his legs immediatly stopped their actions, Vox looking up in concern

(Had he done something wrong? Did it not feel good ? Was Alastor not enjoying his actions?)

But Alastor solely locked eyes with Lucifer, his breath still coming in ragged gasps.

"Lu...cifer... I can't," he managed to stutter out, his body trembling.

The devil gently placed a soothing hand on Alastor's thigh, replying softly and reassuring: 

"Love, I know you can! Look at how beautifully your body responds. Just close your eyes again. Trust me. Mh... wait. I have an idea. Let me help you..."

Alastor felt a touch of the king's magic, a soft fabric being placed over his eyes, and darkness enveloped him once more. 

Lucifer then gave Vox a sign to continue. 

The moment the blindfold was in place and his vision was completely gone Alastor's body was  hyper-aware of every touch again: He felt the dual sensation of two mouths on him, each one different and yet so incredibly arousing. 

Lucifer's tongue was familiar, like a soothing wave that washed over him, while Vox's was rougher, like a cat's tongue, setting a different pace.

The contrast of sensations was exciting, and the deerdemon couldn't help but feel a rush of pleasure at the unfamiliarity of it all.

Alastor's world was now filled with sensations, each one more intense than the last.

He groaned at the feeling of one mouth on him suddenly swallowing him whole, enveloping him ... it was divine.

He felt the other demon returning to his place behind him, pulling him backwards into his lap and then there was the touch of fingers on his nipples, sending a jolt of pleasure through his body.

Alastor let out a sigh, arching his back.

His head tipped further back, his mouth falling open as he breathed heavily, his hands gripping the sheets.

He didn't know who exactly was doing what to him anymore, it was impossible to tell. All he could focus on was the feeling of hands and mouths on him, the pressure in his gut building as the moments passed, like a string being pulled taut, the sensations getting more intense with each moment.

The deerdemon's voice rose and fell, a chorus of sounds spilling from his lips. He couldn't control it, couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Yes... yes... yes..." he gasped, each word rising in volume until it turned into a plea. "Please! Oh .... Oh, please!"

Alastor really was unable to hold back any longer - he bucked his hips franticly into the warm, wet mouth, a needy whine building in his throat.

At the same time he was held in place by strong, steady arms, fingers  caressing  his body with gentle touches.   

He could feel the touch of lips on his neck, kissing and nipping, and couldn't help but tilt his head even further back, exposing the sensitive flesh there to more kisses.

Alastor was on the brink now, teetering on the edge of a cliff he knew he'd fall from any moment...

And then he fell.

Crying out in a volume he was sure the whole hotel would hear it, while his dick twitched in that eager mouth as he spurted his load deep down the man's throath, feeling a surge of satisfaction as evry single drop of his seed was being swallowed with soft moans, as if the one doing it couldn't get enough of his essence.

"You did so well, my love," Lucifer suddenly murmured from behind, his voice a low, soft purr in Alastor's ear.

Oh.

So it had been Lucifer holding him, which meant ...

But he didn't have a chance to think about what just had happened, as Lucifer continued: "I am so proud of you, sweetheart. You have been so, so good for us."

Alastor felt a shiver running down his spine, the  praise - the praise from his husband, from the devil himself - was something he never got tired of hearing.

His vision cleared as the blindfold was lifted from his eyes, the bright light causing him to squint for a moment before his eyes adjusted.

The deerdemon's body was still trembling, the aftershocks of his orgasm coursing through him, but he felt the heat of Vox's body between his legs, the other man trembling as well.

And the sight was mesmerizing...

The Media demon was whimpering, kneeling in the puddle of his own release, trousers hastily opened, his still half hard dick out, the last droplets of cum leaking from it, looking up at Alastor as if drunken on the experience and the deerdemon's taste.

But what was making something in Alastor's chest tighten was the genuine affection in Vox's gaze.

Suddenly Lucifer started to move from his position, placing himself beside his partner.

"Um.... Can you help me out, love?" the fallen angel asked gently.

Alastor's gaze darted to the other man's neglected erection and he felt a thrill of excitement flowing through him as he took in the sight, feeling a sudden sense of a certain kind of  hunger.

"Of course," he replied, his voice huskier than he intended, the words betraying his own growing desire. "Anything you ask."

Lucifer's words were a demand that sent a shudder down Alastor's spine once again, because it was exactly what he wanted, what he needed right now.

"Give me your talented mouth then," Lucifer purred and Alastor  licked his lips.

"As you wish, my king," he whispered 

As soon as Alastor's mouth enveloped the fallen Angels cock, Lucifer threw his head back and let out a high pitched moan, his hand finding its way into Alastor's hair to grip it tightly, as his partner took him in deeper and swallowed around him with a gratified hum.

Lucifer knew what to expect, knew how skilled the Radio Demon was with his tongue, and yet it always took him by surprise just how quickly Alastor could bring him to the edge.

"You know me so well, love, it feels incredible" he gasped out.

Vox was watching the scene in a haze, mouth agape , his spent cock twitching in intrest.

Lucifer's fingers clenched tightly in Alastor's hair, hips thrusting up into the heat of the deerdemon's mouth in a steady pace as he fucked into the hot wetness, trying to savour the moment.

But he couldn't last any longer.

"I am close, love" the kingwarned huskily, his voice rough with pleasure as he finally cried out his partners name.

Alastor felt Lucifer tense and shiver as he came, and he couldn't help the wave of satisfaction washing  over him as he swallowed every drop of the king's release... Just as Vox had done it before with Alastor's.

The deerdemon pulled away with a wet sound, wrapping his tongue around the golden tip to even get the last drops of the angelic essence.

Then he looked up at Lucifer.

There was the hint of a smirk on his face, the knowledge that he had just reduced the fallen Angel to this state was still a source of pride for him, even after all those years .

Meanwhile Vox was still kneeling on the floor, watching in awe, a hand lazily stroking his own spent dick.

Alastor felt Vox's eyes on him, the heat of his gaze like a physical touch.

He turned to look at the other man, taking in the sight: His eyes clouded, mouth open like he would start drooling any second.

"Enjoyed the show, my flatfaced friend?" Alastor asked, his voice low and teasing. "A pleasure to keep you entertained!"

Vox could only manage a choked response, his voice hoarse and breathless.

"Oh... Oh, Alastor, it was ... It just was ... Oh fuck ... You taste amazing ..."

At that blunt comment Alastor felt his cheeks heat up, a reaction he cursed himself for as he was trying to maintain his aloof demeanor, but Vox's praise made his heart flutter ... and the reaction confused him.

Lucifer had already told him the exact same words a thousand times, so why was he being flustered by them now?

"Flattery will get you everywhere, Vox, haha." Alastor replied in a witty remark, still his voice betrayed his nerves and his cheeks were tinged in a soft blush.

Lucifer let out a low chuckle, watching the two with a mixture of amusement and interest.

"You two are too cute," he said, his voice warm with affection.

His gaze shifted to Alastor, and a small smile tugged at his lips.

"And I'm really proud of you, Alastor. That was a big step for you, allowing Vox to touch you like that."

Alastor felt a strange mix of emotions, his mind still swirling with the aftereffects of what had just happened.

"It was indeed," he agreed, his voice quiet. "Yet this whole situation has left me rather... perplexed..."

He could still feel the touch of Vox's mouth on him, the ghost of it tingling against his skin.

He had never imagined allowing anyone to ever touch him like that, to be this intimate with him and even enjoy  it...  noone but Lucifer.

Vox finally got back on his feet, already refastening his belt, preparing to return home.

"You're leaving?" Lucifer asked.

Vox turned to the devil with a puzzled look on his screen.

"Um, yes? Shouldn't I ...?" he asked in a confused tone, but paused, his hand still on his zipper, looking between Lucifer and Alastor.

Lucifer fidgeted with the blanket, looking around and suddenly pointed to their half full glasses of wine, abandoned on the table. 

"Oh, we still have plenty left in that bottle. And a game of rummy with a third person could be interesting, right, Alastor ?"

Alastor glanced at Lucifer, catching the hint in the fallen Angel's words. He knew that Lucifer wanted Vox to stay, and he found himself agreeing.

"Splendid! Another soul joining the grand spectacle of watching my dear husband loose and then complaining and  pouting like an infant! This promises to be delightful!"  

"Hey! That's not true at all!" Lucifer pouted and Alastor chuckled, before continuing: "Stay and keep us company for a bit, won't you, old pal?". 

Vox raised an eyebrow, his eyes once again flickering between Lucifer and Alastor, taken by surprise by the unexpected invitation.

"Oh...oh, well, I guess I could stay for a little while longer," he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "For a drink and a game, huh?"

He glanced over at Alastor, who gave a small nod of agreement.

"Well, doesnt that sound like fun." Vox called out, grinning widley now, trying to hide his astonishment, because it all suddenly felt so different than before...

First of all, tonight they had stayed in the private quarter of the couple instead of using their 'special room' , that alone being a surprise.

Then he had assumed he would be dismissed as soon as their intimate activities were over, but here he was, invited to stay.

Vox felt a little out of place.

His eyes once again flicked back and forth between the two men, trying to gauge their intentions.

The atmosphere was charged with a new kind of tension, something shifting and changing in the air between the three of them.

Alastor giving Vox the permission of touching him had been an incomparable experience, but the fact that he wasn't asked to leave immediately was equally unexpected and felt  relevant.

It was as though a new dynamic was starting to take shape, an unspoken bond forming between the devil, the Radio demon and the Media Overlord,  though none of them quite knew what to make of it yet.

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Vox's gaze lingered on his reflection in the mirror,taking in the sight of a face that had become all too familiar over the years.  

He long ago had grown accustomed to every pixel and curve of his demonic form. The face that stared back at him was the same as it had been for over two centuries by now, yet Vox felt like lately something had utterly changed.

Despite his appearance remaining unchanged, he knew that beneath the surface, everything was different than several weeks ago.

He had become the intimate little secret of the royal couple.

A secret lover.

No one in hell knew that Vox's mouth still held the taste of the Radio demon, that he had made Alastor come undone , crying out in pleasure, as the King was watching him.

In the mirror Vox's saw his expression change, his usually cynical grin replaced with one that was wide and genuine, the unfamiliar sight of his own happiness reflecting back at him.

For so long he had ached for the chance to touch Alastor, to have him in this way, and now it had finally happened and oh heavens, it had been incredible! 

Vox thought of last night and how they had spent it together. He had stayed with the couple long after their intimacy had ended and they had become comfortable in each other's presence.

The atmosphere feeling familiar and almost domestic: playing cards, sipping on fine wine, sharing laughter over bad jokes.

Yet, with a pang of envy and admiration, Vox had observed the small affectionate gestures between Lucifer and Alastor during the evening - Lucifer occasionally touching Alastor's hand or his back tenderly, just enough to make his affection for his dear husband visible.

For decades, Vox had harbored feelings for Alastor, even though he had convinced himself that they were a thing of the past, a pointless waste of time.

But the recent events had reignited the flame within him. His heart raced just thinking about the Radio Demon.

But despite his own feelings, Vox couldn't help  finding it impressive how much they still loved each other.

It wasn't much of a  surprise when a couple, after spending centuries together, had  a desire to try something different, something new -  something to spice up their intimate lives.

And der for the royal couple, this something was him.

It was him!

He still couldn't quite believe it.

But Vox's thoughts also were plagued by doubts and insecurities.

He pondered the future of their newfound arrangement, wondering how long it would last before the King and his spouse grew tired of him.

What if they suddenly decided to replace him entirely, finding another demon (one more attractive) for their intimate encounters?

The Media Demon couldn't shake the nagging feeling of being disposable and replaceable.

He forced those thoughts down deeper into his mind, refusing to acknowledge them any further.

But he couldn't shake the sinking feeling that maybe this arrangement was too good to be true.

Most likely, he was just a temporary distraction for the King and his spouse, nothing more. Sometimes it felt like an illusion, destined to vanish the moment he stopped being a useful plaything.

Yet ...

A part of him... a small, foolish part of him longed for more.

To be their partner.

Their equal lover.

To feel valued.

Appreciated.

Vox’s reflection smirked back at him - shar now, but edged with something bittersweet.

What was he even thinking!

Of course he couldn’t rise to their level.

There was no royal triad, only the King and the Radio demon.

But damn, if it didn’t stroke his ego imagining to reveal  the true nature of their arrangement to the denizens of hell.

The thought alone held a strange appeal, especially when he considered how shocking the news would be.

Everyone knew of the Radio Demon's unyielding loyalty to his husband. The idea that Vox had somehow managed to slip into their intimate circle was almost unbelievable

Vox's gaze lingered on the mirror, the golden hue of his shirt reminding him of Lucifer's blushing cheeks after witnessing their most recent encounter.

As he adjusted the red tie he had chosen for tonight - matching the colour of Alastor's eyes and curls - he couldn't help but flash an almost cocky smile at his reflection.

He could try to fight it, but again and again found himself immersed in the whirlwind of emotions - some competing, some beautifully poetic.

It was as if he was navigating the uncharted depths of his feelings, like a teenager experiencing those sensations for the first time: everything felt exciting and utterly foreign.

They had agreed that the arrangement was strictly for intimate activities, whenever the two were willing to include Vox in their encounters.

Feelings had never been part of the deal.

But ...

His growing attraction to the King, who was not only stunning but unexpectedly enjoyable company wasn't deniable .

And when Vox closed his eyes... it was always Alastor's face that haunted him. 

"Pathetic," Vox thought bitterly to himself.

How could those feelings still cling to his heart so stubbornly after all this time?

Vox shook his head.

No.

Stop it.

Focus!

Tonight was a  special night, after all!

An official date - disguised as a business Meeting.

A dinner taking place in the Ring of Gluttony, where they were going to visit an exclusive restaurant.

The most thrilling part  for Vox was the fact, that - as a sinner - this was his first time entering another ring.

Excitement surged through him like a spark of the electricity constantly flowing inside his veins. He was more than ready for a night filled with entertainment and new experiences.

Soon Vox's limousine rolled up to the their arranged meeting spot.

Lucifer and Alastor were already there, waiting.

Vox's breath caught in his throat as he watched a sweet, intimate moment through the limousine’s mirrored window: Alastor, the sadistic cannibal with a grin sharp like shattered glass, gently brushing his thumb over Lucifer’s cheek, wearing the softest smile.

The affection in those crimson eyes was unmistakable.

Vox's stomach twisted with something between envy and fascination.

This was what had always been just out of reach for him.

Alastor’s rare, soft tenderness was reserved only for one being in all creation.

Vox exhaled sharply.

Why couldn't he just be satisfied?

He had finally gained the attention of both - Alastor and Lucifer - the Radio Demon even submitting to his touch, and the King of Hell  desiring his company.

And yet... there was always the nagging envy.

The desire for more.

Alastor had opened his body to him, and Lucifer's interest to do the same was undeniable.

Maybe, if he played his cards right...tonight...

Vox fidgeted uncomfortably in his seat, aware of the growing tension between his legs.

It was time to regain control.

He couldn't afford for Lucifer and Alastor to see the physical reaction their presence was already  causing, before the evening even had started!

With a deep breath, he forced himself to calm down, willing his body to behave itself. After all, he wouldn't want to start this encounter on the wrong foot... and stepping out of the limo with a visible bulge wouldn't be very polite and quite inappropriate.

Vox finally stepped out of the limo with forced casualness, his grin strained as he called out to them.

"Hey, hey! Have you two been waiting long?"

Shit. He sounded enthusiastically  and maybe a little too loud. 

Alastor’s grin widened at Vox’s nervous energy while Lucifer tilted his head slightly in quiet amusement.

"Why no, my dear friend. We've only just arrived," Alastor purred, stepping closer to loop an arm through Vox's own before dragging him forward, as the devil extended a welcoming gesture. 

The trio began to walk around the building, falling into step together.

Vox glanced briefly at Lucifer who gave him a wink, grinning, so he forced a lighthearted chuckle, shoving aside the memories of his earlier thoughts.

This was fine.

Everything was fine.

With the help of Lucifer's magic, a portal appeared behind the building and they moved through it.

Vox's eyes immediately widened in awe.

This wasnt Hell as he knew it. 

A yellow sky stretched above, dripping like melted gold over gnarled trees that oozed thick red fluid down their trunks.

The air carried the scent of sweets and spices and something Vox couldn't quite put into words... something that made him feel hungry.

The Media demon blinked, overwhelmed, while Lucifer strode forward without hesitation, leading them through the bustling streets, where hellhounds eyed them with open curiosity.

They soon reached a peculiar wave-shaped, colourful building.

At the imposing door, Vox paused, lingering outside for a moment.

Alastor leaned toward the Media demon, his voice low.

"Certainly you’ll find this establishment to your liking! It has a very special charm - but do hold your applause, my dear; wait until you see the delectable treats they have in store for us. It’s simply to die for! Sadly, we are already quite dead! Ha- ha ."

Alastors  grin was all teeth, but Vox felt he couldn't surpress a genuine smile.

The moment they stepped inside, Lucifer was instantly greeted with utter respect - a waiter in an impeccably tailored suit lead them to a private, secluded area of the restaurant.

They were quickly provided with delicious wine, the conversation flowing naturally.

Vox’s expectations were exceeded - each dish served was extravagant and bursting with flavors unlike anything he'd tasted before.

While Alastor received what Vox assumed were his "special delicacies" (and wisely chose not to question), the Media Demon found himself savoring every bite like it might be his last.

A smirk tugged at Lucifer's lips as he watched Vox devour  yet another course.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Vox’s fingers twitched around his glass, the weight of Lucifer's gaze making his throat tighten.

He swallowed hard, forcing a smirk even as heat crept up the back of his neck.

"Wouldn’t you like to know?" he quipped, trying to sound nonchalant.

But then Alastor chuckled from across the table - a sound that made Vox’s pulse stutter.

Oh how badly he suddenly craved to lay his hands on the deerdemon again....

But he didn't say a thing, just continued emptying his plate.

The wine had loosened their tongues and the different courses left them pleasantly full . Lucifer stretched in his chair with a satisfied groan, undoing his belt as if to emphasize just how much he’d enjoyed the meal.

"Damn," he mused, "that was extraordinary good again." 

Alastor patted his stomach theatrically and hummed in agreement - a sound that made Vox’s gaze flicker down to those slender fingers resting over where Alastor had just devoured... whatever those special delicacies were.

Vox’s own belt also felt suddenly too tight.

Alastor leaned back with a pleased sigh, his grin sharp as ever.

"It was another utterly delicious experience indeed. They do know how to perfecly prepare a sinner here." 

Vox grimaced and cleared his throath, then forced a chuckle.

"Ha ... Um, yeah, I'm so full I don't think I can move." 

Lucifer's smirk widened at that.

"Too bad," he grinned. "I’ve reserved a back room for us to have some... special dessert..." 

The words hit Vox like an electric shock - his attention snapping toward Lucifer instantly.

"Oh? Go on, Your Majesty," Vox teased, raising an eyebrow. 

Lucifer's grin turned downright wicked as he leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Well... Alastor has a little surprise for you. Haven't you, my love?" 

The devil's eyes rested on his husband.

Vox turned his head toward the Radio Demon - only to find those crimson eyes flickering away.

A faint blush dusted Alastor's cheeks and a laugh bubbled up in Vox’s throat. He’d never tire of seeing this version of Alastor - the unshakable Overlord reduced to a flustered state  by whatever Lucifer had planned next...

"Shush, darling," Alastor grumbled, his usual confidence faltering. "You talked me into it, and... I don't know... I'm not sure we really should do this." 

Lucifer took Alastor's hands in his own, his gaze softening in understanding.

"Darling, remember that I promised you a reward. A little distraction." 

Alastor sighed deeply - the tension in his shoulders slowly easing as he looked down at their intertwined fingers.

He then exhaled sharply through his nose in resignation.

"Yes... yes, I remember," he muttered. 

Vox's eyes darted between them like a spectator at a tennis match.

"Hey guys, don't keep me in suspense like this!" 

Lucifer sprang to his feet with unnatural energy, clapping once for emphasis.

"Ready for a room change , I guess!" 

Alastor shot him a glare and  Vox barely resisted the urge to grin at how thoroughly riled up the Radio Demon seemed.

They ascended the stairs and then entered a room in the upper area, Alastor complaining about the garish decor.

"Ugh, this aestheticis an insult to my very being..." 

Vox barely listened as he took in the room,  dimmable light tainting it in a rosegolden hue, and  his gaze locked onto Lucifer, sprawled dramatically across a king sized bed. 

The devil grinned at them from where he lounged.

"Mmm, much better than sitting in that chair... Now come here, my love," he purred to Alastor, patting at the soft sheets.

The Radio Demon looked murderous, but also oddly flustered.

Lucifer chuckled at the sight, then snapped his fingers and in an instant, his clothes poofed into thin air, leaving him gloriously bare on the bed.

His usually toned abdomen was slightly rounded from their lavish meal.

Alastor gasped.

"Darling, that’s rather tasteless." 

Vox burst out laughing at Alastor’s scandalized tone - especially since they’d all been naked together before.

"Oh come on," Lucifer huffed with a playful eye roll as he stretched like a cat. " My pants were getting too tight after all that food!"

"After all that food or because they were strained otherwise," Vox teased with a smirk as he shamelessly appreciated the devil’s thick cock, already fully erected.

Alastor huffed in annoyance, giving Vox a pointed side-eye with a hint of discomfort.

"Honestly, Vox. Is all that gawking truly necessary? It’s a bit unrefined, don't you think? One would hate to think your eyes might simply pop right out of your skull! If that even is within the realm of possibility for you ..."

His own gaze kept flicking away from Lucifer’s lap, cheeks flushing darker, as if he never had seen his husband like this before.

Vox found it utterly endearing.

Lucifer didn’t let up his coaxing.

"Alastor. Sweetheart. Come here, come on," he murmured, honeyed voice thick with affection and heat now. 

Vox could barely resist a smirk as he watched Alastor reluctantly cross the room in response.

But at the sight of the Radio Demon practically melting into the King's arms... a pang of jealousy shot through him.

Lucifer pulled his husband into a searing kiss.

Teeth clacked, claws dug in - the second their bodies connected Alastor's flustered hesitation evaporated - like shedding an old coat -  replaced by pure, unrestrained hunger.

Vox felt himself magnetized to them - but waited patiently for permission.

He badly  wanted to join them - to feel the heat of Alastor's skin again, to taste the sweetness of Lucifer's mouth....

"Come here, too," Lucifer finally murmured,  waving him forwards.

Vox didn't need to be told twice.

He practically lunged onto the bed, placing himself behind the deerdemon, flush against Alastor’s back. His breath hitched as he inhaled the Radio Demon’s scent - musky and mossy and there was also something darkly sweet beneath it.

A realization struck him like a physical blow: 

He was too invested. 

Lucifer noticed instantly, grinning against Alastor's mouth before pulling away just enough to murmur into the deerdemon's ear: "Someone missed you, my love."

Vox buried his face in the crook of Alastor's neck, relishing the warmth of their bodies pressed together. As much as he wanted to just stay like that, just soak in the contentment of the moment, he could sense that Lucifer and Alastor had something else in mind.

He thought back to the mention of Alastor's lack of interest and troubles finding enjoyment in sexual activietes  ... had this gotten different with his arrival?

Something at least must have changed, as Alastor’s moans already were filling the room, as Lucifer’s hands roamed over him.

Vox let his own fingers trail lower down Alastor's back until they brushed against the base of his trapped tail - feeling it twitching eagerly in its restrains.

Hooking his fingers into the waistband of Alastor's trousers, Lucifer pulled both, pants and underwear, down, to leave his husband bare from the waist downwards.

"Hey," Alastor protested weakly, even as he arched into both their touches.

"You don't want a mess on your clothes, I know you hate it." 

Lucifer’s smirk turned downright wicked as he traced a finger along Alastor's leaking cock, the deerdemon's freed tail wiggling shamelessly now - betraying just how much he was enjoying this.

"Sweetheart," Lucifer murmured against Alastors throat between kisses, "show our friend the surprise we've prepared."

"But... I .... !" Alastor started to protest, but then Lucifer silenced him with just a finger to his lips.

"Now, now." the devil purred, voice low but commanding. "Love, ... don't be shy again. I know you want to be good for us, that  you want to let go..." 

Vox couldn't help being surprised as he watched Alastor whimper in response, shifting obediently to position himself on hands and knees, facing Lucifer while his backside was turned to the Media demon.

Lucifer smirked as he leant over Alastor's back, placing a hand on each of his cheeks.

Vox’s breath hitched as the devil spread Alastor open - revealing a glistening, plugged hole.

The sight was positively obscene.

Alastor let out another whimper at being exposed like this, his tail standing upright now.

"Oh, you liked wearing that, hm? You are already so eager and compliant ... Just  look at you!" Lucifer cooed.

Alastor growled something incoherent into the sheets, but didn't deny it.

Vox felt his mouth go dry at the sight, his own breathing suddenly feeling far too heavy.

"Like what you see?"

Lucifer's voice cut through the stunned silence.

Vox only  nodded.

"We thought you would like this little surprise..." 

"Oh ..  oh , fuck , I do!"

"Go ahead," Lucifer encouraged. "Pull it out... "

Vox's hands were shacking - just the idea of doing what was asked of him ...

Alastor tensed slightly beneath him but didn't object further, tail quivering.

Vox’s fingers still trembled slightly as he gripped the golden plug, tugging it free with agonizing slowness. Alastor jolted at first, then relaxed into a low moan as his hole was finally emptied.

He still had his face turned away, but Vox had no doubt his cheeks would be burning right now, holding this position.

He could see the way Alastor's fingers clenched in the sheets. Was this position humiliating for someone as proud as him?

The Media demon placed the plug down, lowering his gaze, his own face burning at how obviously prepared Alastor had been.

"W-Why..." Vox asked, voice shaky. "Wh-Why did you.... ?"

"Well, Alastor and I decided it was time to let you watch us ... fuck, actually," Lucifer answered bluntly, eyes glistening.

Vox choked on his own spit.

"Oh... oh wow..." 

Alastor grunted in embarrassment.

"Hello there, darlings. I feel rather exposed. Shall we proceed?"

Lucifer laughed, running his fingers through crimson hair soothingly.

"For sure, love. Lay on your back for me, will you?"

Alastor shifted instantly - rolling onto his back with a theatralic huff, though the glint in his eyes betrayed how much he was enjoying this.

He even went so far as to rest his head directly in Vox’s lap, tail flicking against Lucifer’s thigh now. 

Vox was overwhelmed by the sudden closeness and a feeling of ... trust.

Alastor trusted him , didn't he?

Alastor’s unreadable gaze locked onto Vox’s -  those burning crimson eyes with their long, dark lashes holding him captive.

For a heartbeat, it was just them, Alastor and Vox, … until suddenly...

Alastor's eyes widened, his whole body jerking  as he let out a sharp gasp.

"F-fuck—!"

His claws darted up, digging into Vox's thighs, making the Media demon hiss at the sudden pain.

The Media demon's gaze snapped away from Alastor, only to see Lucifer working the deerdemon open with three slick fingers, grinning lasciviously at the way Alastor squirmed beneath him.

"You take it so well. Already so open. So good for us, love..." he purred before adding another  finger without warning. 

Alastor's head thrashed back against Vox's lap with a strangled noise.

Lucifer didn’t waste another second, positioning himself between Alastor’s spread thighs, his cock glistening with lubrication. 

"You ready, sweetling?" he whispered and a quiet nod was all Lucifer needed before he pushed in slowly.

Vox was torn between watching Lucifer sinking into the heat of his partner's body and the sight of the Radio Demon's half lidded eyes and slightly open mouth, enjoying to be taken, while he rested in Vox's lap.

Feeling his own growing arousal pressing against his pants, Vox tried not to think about how close Alastor’s flushed face was to his own dick.

His breath hitched as he watched Lucifer pulling back until only the head of his cock remained inside his partner, then suddenly slamming back in to the hilt with a force that tore a filthy, broken sound from the Radio Demon.

That noise alone had Vox moaning himself,  fingers twitching against Alastor's shoulders where they rested.

Lucifer once again kept his pace agonizingly slow as his gaze roamed over Alastor's body in admiration.

Vox had expected , seeing them fuck would be lustdriven chaos: all  teeth and blood and the sound of skin slamming against skin … but this was something else entirely.

The intimacy of it was undeniable.

Lucifer wasn't just fucking his husband; he was worshipping him with each thrust.

A choked noise escaped Alastor when Lucifer pressed  a kiss to his knee, the  tenderness in the fleeting act making Vox's chest ache for reasons he couldn't name yet.

Vox's hand moved without thinking to brush a loose tuft of hair back from Alastor's sweat-slicked forehead.

"You are beautiful," he murmured silently.

The Radio Demon’s brows furrowed deeper as his moans melted into breathy little "Mmmh…"s.

Lucifer noticed, grinning as he dragged his next thrust deliberately slow just to hear Alastor make those soft, needy sounds again.

It sounded almost ... like Alastor was silently asking for something.

"Everything okay, Al?"  Vox’s voice came out rough as he asked.

But it wasn’t Alastor who answered.

Lucifer leaned in with a smirk, his fingers gripping the deerdemon's hips now.

"He gets quite overwhelmed sometimes," the devil mused. "And I guess... he needs his reward. What about you give him a little  taste of what he craves most, Vox, dear?"  

Alastor's tail, now caught under him,  tried to twitch at the suggestion, his pupils blown wide at the thoughts forming in his mind.

Vox blinked in realization and acted.

His thumb brushed over Alastor’s cheek, earning a shuddering inhale from the Radio Demon.

Slowly, he dragged his fingertips along Alastor's lips and he willingly parted them.

The second Vox pushed two fingers inside the heat of his mouth, Alastor started sucking greedily around his digits, tongue swirling over the tips as if already tasting blood.

Lucifer groaned deep in his chest at the sight, his thrusts stuttering as he watched.

"Fuck—," the devil growled, "That’s it… give him what he wants..."

Vox gasped as Alastor's sharp teeth sank into his fingers, his blood quickly filling the Radio Demon's mouth.

In that moment, Alastor seemed to lose it. 

He started pushing himself back hard against  Lucifer, fastening the pace.

Lucifer barely managed to catch himself from toppling over, cursing under his breath.

He watched in stunned awe as Alastors back arched,  every muscle tense, moving in sheer desperation. 

"Oh hell yes…," he breathed, "That's it, my sweet boy, just let go."

Vox barely registered the painful ache in his own pants - too captivated by the way Alastor devoured his blood and pushed his hips against Lucifer.

The Radio Demon licked every drop from Vox’s fingers with obscene hunger, like he hadn’t just devoured a feast an hour ago.

Lucifer let out a strangled noise, his hips jerking, trying to match Alastor's pace.

All of a sudden the deerdemon turned his head and Vox's fingers slipped out with a wet pop.

The Media demon found Alastor staring dazedly up at him.

His lips were shiny, his chin still glistening with the remnants of Vox's blood, cheeks flushed, skin sweaty as he panted from Lucifer's ruthless thrust..

Oh, he looked absolutely wrecked.

Vox swallowed, almost dizzy at the sight.

His words came out like a croak.

"You… you okay, Al?"

"Take it out… give it to me!" Alastor demanded, his voice crackling with static as he stared up at Vox, eyes wild.

Vox was still processing what the deerdemon was asking for, when Lucifer let out a groan between gritted teeth: 

"Oh damn, he wants to suck you off!" 

The realization hit Vox like a punch:

Alastor wanted his cock?!

Vox’s hands shook as he fumbled with his fly, the button popping open in his haste.

The second his length sprang free - already  leaking against Alastor's face - the  deerdemon practically lunged.

Alastor craned his neck to get at him, tongue swiping over the flushed tip in slow but eager circles. His lips then closed around the head of Vox cock, while Lucifer cursed at the sight.

"Fucking hell," the devil growled, " thats ...so hot..."

Vox gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm him already.

This was more than he had ever thought he'd have! 

Alastor  was letting him in ... taking him in!

Like he wanted  it - wanted him!

The sight made Vox all dizzy - crimson, half-lidded eyes locked on him, that talented tongue working his length, craving his taste as much as Vox's blood.

"...Alastor... I'm—I won't—I can't—" Vox groaned,  bending over, supporting himself on the edges of Alastor's upper body, so the Radio Demon could take him in deeper.

And oh,  that heat around his dick, the chocking, the slurping sounds - it was all too much, but a part of him never wanted it to end.

He felt like he was going to die a second time from overwhelming pleasure. 

"I'm...I'm not - gonna ... Not gonna last..." Vox managed to croak out.

Lucifer, in the meantime, had taken advantage of Alastor's distraction.

With a slow roll of his hips he reclaimed control over their rhythm.

His free hand now wrapped around Alastor’s neglected cock, stroking him in time with each  thrust.

And ...oh.

This was the most intense orgasm of Alastor's (after)life. 

The others followed immediately.

In fact, their timing was perfect, hitting their climaxes like a well trained Orchester, completey in  sync,  filling the Radio Demon from both ends and Alastor ...

He felt full, so full.

He felt as if he was floating in a cloud of pleasure until he suddenly dropped back into his body. 

A muffled scream of feedback erupted like it was ripped from the pit of Alastor's guts, as his throath was still stuffed, cum dripping out of the corner of his mouth; his whole body spasming like he'd been electrocuted, before he finally collapsed.

Vox immediatly pulled his dick free, trying not to get cut by Alastor's sharp teeth.

The Radio Demon was limp now and despite the mess on his face and chest, he looked blissful in his exhaustion.

Lucifer was busy catching his own breath.

"Oh heavens..." the devil panted, gaze softening as he looked down at Alastor, who was blissfully unconscious and twitching occasionally from oversensitivity.

"He never blacked out like that before. We really did a number on him, huh?" 

Vox couldn't help but smirk.

"Yeah... yeah , I guess we did," he exhaled, finally letting himself slump back against the pillows.

His body still thrummed with the aftershocks of his climax ... but looking at Alastor now, he couldn’t shake the sudden ache  in his chest as he watched him sleep.

Lucifer in the meantime cleaned up the mess around them with a flick of his magic, leaving only silence and warmth behind.

He studied Vox for a long moment, thoughtfully, watching as the Media demon's fingers were  tracing the soft line of Alastor's face.

Then he finally cleared his throat, breaking the moment.

"He really needs sleep after this stressful week at the hotel, I guess" he murmured, nodding toward Alastor’s relaxed form.

A beat passed before Lucifer added: "What do you want to do now? I'm too energized for resting..." 

Vox shrugged, trying to take his eyes off the sleeping man.

"I don't know," he drawled, eyes flickering to Alastor yet again. "What would you like to do ... Maybe something you couldn't do with our dearest deer?"

Lucifer’s grin turned almost boyish as he answered Vox’s question.

"Oh... my love actually really  isn’t into some of the simple stuff I like." 

Vox tilted his head.

"What is it , then?"

"Oh, I dont know... Maybe drinking beer, doing karaoke..."

He gestured vaguely toward Alastor's sleeping form.

"He rather prefers a sinner served on golden plates than just… singing off-key in a bar." 

Vox blinked before bursting out into genuine laugther.

Imagining Alastor with a beer in one hand, bellowing off-key into a microphone on some karaoke stage was too much.

"Oh, yes," he agreed, almost breathless from laughter. "Can you imagine? Alastor singing some cheesy song like 'Total Eclipse of the Heart'?" 

Lucifer giggles.

"He'd sooner drink arsenic , I'd say."

Then the devil grinned mischievously and materialized a microphone. 

Vox knew exactly where this was going, the devil’s grin matching his own as he tossed the mic at him.

Alastor’s eyes snapped open to the sound of Lucifer’s voice - off-key and wailing like a dying accordion - and then ... He heard Vox joining in.

Vox's voice was smooth, perfectly on-pitch and rich with emotion - just like Alastor remembered it from decades ago, when he used to sing while Alastor was playing the piano.

It was... unnervingly good for someone who'd just been reduced to a trembling mess minutes prior.

It took a moment for the drowsiness to fade as he listened, Alastor's mind slowly adjusting to what he was witnessing and he wasn't sure whether to be amused or mortified.

"... I need you toooonight ..." Lucifer belted dramatically into the mic while Vox harmonized flawlessly behind him.

Alastor was still so sated, feeling a bone-deep exhaustion that was pleasurable after the intensity of their experience.

It was the kind of exhaustion that made you want to float forever... limbs heavy, he was feeling  comfortably warm and content as he lay in the soft sheets.

Alastor couldn't help blushing as he thought what just had happened.

He could still taste Vox on his tongue - an intoxicating mixture of sharp and sweet. His mouth was already watering again.

The Radio Demon quickly shook his head, trying to banish the thought.

He let himself get distracted by Lucifer's complains  about the next song.

The Radio Demon turned his head just enough to catch Vox’s amused expression, their eyes meeting for a brief, charged moment.

Lucifer huffed dramatically:

"No, I won’t sing  It was like shooting a sitting duck - that is an awful line! Who would want to kill ducks? They’re adorable creatures!" 

Vox’s laughter was hearty and full, like he was thoroughly enjoying himself and it unintentionally made Alastor smile .

Vox's voice was rich and smooth as he rejoiced the refrain of the song: "Don't go sharing your emotions / Lay all your love on me"

Meanwhile, Lucifer was still grumbling to himself- something about the ethics about shooting birds.

Alastor's brow furrowed, his smile slipping as his thoughts darkened...

His plans, his dreams of an eternity with Lucifer - only the two of them... 

It had never included someone else.

Yet...

Why didn't it made him feel uncomfortable any more, having Vox stay with them after their physical encounters? Why did he notice how the man's eyes gleamed when he sang? Why did he secretly feel a wave of ... fondness for the Media Demon?

His jaw clenched and he suddenly felt the urge to get out of the room.

Alastor found his clothes neatly folded on the bedside table.

He stood up and slipped on his shorts and pants before pausing to look over his shoulder once again.

Lucifer was still belting out lyrics with a beer bottle clutched in his fist and Vox sang along, the microphone connected to his screen, scrolling lyrics upon his face.

It was ridiculous.

"Fools…" Alastor muttered as he stood up, stepping out onto the balcony and closing the door behind him.

The cool air was a welcome change from the heated atmosphere inside.

He leaned against the railing, letting it hold his weight, while silently surveying the chaos of the city below.

It was all too bright, too loud. He preferred the screams of Pride - at least they were familiar.

The  door opened behind him.

Vox’s voice was soft,  lacking its usual edge.

He took a hesitant step closer.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asked, no mockery, no teasing… just genuine concern laced into his words.

Alastor had been prepared for some sarcastic comment because he had been so eager, so demanding before, and even blacked out.

"Sure... just peachy, dear," he muttered.

Alastor’s voice wa too practiced to be convincing and  the way his fingers tightened around the balcony railing betrayed him. 

Because the truth was: 

He wasn't feeling alright.

Not because of soreness or exhaustion… but because everything inside him was spinning.

Confusion coiled in his chest - confusion about this situation, these feelings… where all of this would lead them...

Alastor tried to shake it all off by changing the subject. 

"Where is Lucifer?" he asked.

"He got a call from his daughter. I thought I'd give him some privacy, so… mind if I join you?" 

The Radio Demon tilted his head, studying Vox for a moment before nodding.

"You are welcome to stay," he responded quietly. 

They stood there in companionable silence, watching the city lights.

Then, Vox sighed, causing Alastor to glance at him.

"What is it, my old pal?" he asked dryly. 

Vox let out another sigh, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Ah... It's just... Somehow everything has changed," he admitted quietly. "But me? I guess I haven't."

The Radio Demon chuckled.

"But you have a new head, my dear fellow" he pointed out. "Not the first change in your appearance since the day we met."  

"Yeah, my head changed," Vox murmured, "But my heart hasn't." 

It was a simple statement, but there was a world of bitterness laced into those words. A hint of regret - or maybe just  acceptance.

"Oh, come now, Vox," Alastor snarled  "Always so poetic and nostalgic." 

But then his eyes fixed on Vox's face and for once, there was a lack of that characteristic sharp bite in his voice.

"Hearts rarley change, do they ?"

Alastor turned away again and Vox's gaze was drawn to the soft hair on Alastor's neck, where it had grown back, and he wondered:

Did Alastor regularly visit a barber?

Or was Lucifer shaving his neck? 

What would Alastor look like at the breakfast table, just fresh out of bed?

Did He ever get ill?

Vox's throat tightened as the realization hit him - painfully, achingly clear.

He still wanted to know everything.

Still craved every detail of Alastor’s life like it was some sacred book he wished to read and be written into it.

Vox's thoughts were suddenly interrupted when Alastor turned to meet his gaze again ... and smiled,  genuine and open.

It hit him like a freight train. 

After all this time ...

Without realizing it, the words fell from the Media demon's lips like a confession long overdue:

"I think I still love you."