STATICRADIO

Brat Behaviour

One shot where Alastor shows Vox that he does have a tail. Or, Alastor feels aroused for the first time in years and wants vox to pleasure him.

-implied bottom alastor and top vox

-freaky alastor for some reason

Vox was now regretting his decision to hold Alastor captive. Alastor, unfortunately knew exactly what riled him up.

It was him. Just him being there. Vox just wished and prayed that he could go back in time, just so he wouldn't make that deal with Alastor.

Vox had judged too quickly, too excited, buried deep in his own triumphance to even remember that Alastor would take advantage of this situation.

Their situation.

A soft radio-like voice, all sing songy and far too happy in their current situation cuts thought the air, giddy and mocking.

"Vox, my dear? Where did you go? I thought you missed me?" Alastor practically sings with joy, genuine joy, as he navigates the room with the chair he was tied to. Just rolling around, to here and then to there, actively searching for Vox.

Vox was in bed. Alone. Valentino had left ages ago, to go to his job. Now Vox, all alone, was covering his flat head with a pillow, hoping that would drown out Alastor's voice, which was currently provoking him at the moment.

He still heard Alastor, babbling about, still far too positive in the situation he was in, the wheels on the chair rolling, thrumming with a continuous and fast beat of, badum, badum, badum.

Then it stopped. Vox felt worried for a moment, before quickly scolding himself to not have any empathy for the Radio Demon. He throws of the bed covers, hoping to grasp the opportunity to escape downstairs.

But Alastor was at his bed side. Staring. Vox practically jolts out of his skin.

"WHAT THE FUCkkk- uh, what the hell are you doing?" Vox exclaims, then mutters, embarassed. Alastor just looks super happy. More happy. Genuinely happy.

"Now that I've found you, my dear," Alastor purposefully emphasizes the "my dear", Just to mock Vox. "I have a question! You've made plenty of money through your lies and other things, but why would you lie about me not having a tail?" Alastor didn't look annoyed. Not happy, though he did have an eternal smile on his face. "Was that a poor attempt of yours to degrade me?"

Vox is dumbfounded. He just woke up and the Radio Demon was already trying to make his braincells work. "You don't have a tail, last time I checked." Alastor smiles wider, his sharp teeth on full display. Smug. Knowing. Maybe a little amused.

"Last time you checked? Sweetheart, do you check often?" Vox visibly blushes at this, caught off guard by the insinuation Alastor just made. "Do you want to see? Feel it?" Vox was having thoughts that he shouldn't have, considering the fact that this guy basically broke up with him seven years ago.

"Feel? Haha, w-what the fuck are you on about?" Vox scoffs loudly, immediately regaining his composure. Alastor was planning something and Vox knew it. He just couldn't let this guy pull at his heart strings.

"Yes, Vox. Feel it. Touch it. Play with it." Vox was mentally buffering at this point. What the hell was Alastor suggesting? Touch his tail???

Vox gets out of bed, immediately walking to his desk. His safe place. That singular table was his safe haven. The space between him and Alastor. He wanted to cool off.