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“Is that a nest?” Alastor asked, scaring Vox.
He sat up in his bed and glared at Alastor with wide eyes. On his body was a slightly revealing pair of blue plaid shorts and a black short-sleeved shirt. “When the fuck did you get here?”
“You asked your assistant to bring me here. Is your heat-riddled brain working?”
“I'm not in a fucking heat, asshole.” Vox strung Alastor's swivel chair with his wires and pushed him towards the door.
“Hm, all the clues are coming together now,” he murmured. “I mean, it's quite obvious now, looking at your figure.”
“What is that supposed to mean?! Are you calling me a twink?!”
“I'm not sure what that means, but if it makes you angry, then sure.” Alastor grinned, then pushed his legs off the wall to Vox’s bed. “Hm, you've been an omega for so long; one would think you'd be okay at making nests. I've seen better ones made by pigeons.”
Vox growled. “Fuck you! And I'm not an omega, I'm obviously a beta!”
“Aha, I'd like to hear your explanation on this then.” Alastor pointed his leg to the mediocre nest on Vox’s large bed.
“…It’s comfortable,” Vox decided.
He snickered and spun around in his office chair. “Right, of course. When was the last time you saw a beta make a nest because it was comfortable?”
Vox was about to defend himself before he realized Alastor was actually a beta, and his defense was completely shattered. He suddenly summoned a holographic screen and flicked his fingers through it.
Alastor seemed bored at the lack of response. “What, are you calling your little stress reliever to feel better?”
“For your information, I was going to call Ethan to get you out of here,” he replied.
“Ah. Well, I appreciate that, I suppose. At least I won't have to watch you and that moth fumble around in your little nest.”
Vox narrowed his eyes and started calling Valentino.
“What–?”
“Shut up, Al.”
“You look perfect like this, Voxxy,” Val cooed. He rubbed his hands along Vox’s naked inner thigh.
Vox groaned and pulled against the rope that tied his hands to the headboard. Words didn't leave his mouth, but Valentino understood his complaints.
“I know, baby.” He traced his tip against the slick trailing down Vox's hips. “Can't we take it slow?”
“It’s fucking torture…” Vox moaned.
Valentino licked a stripe from Vox’s vagina to the tip of his dick. He was immediately met with whimpers. “So delicious. And such a big dick.” Val moved close to Vox’s face, then whispered, “Does he have to watch?”
Vox expected to be told something dirty, but was reminded of Alastor, who was sitting not far from the bed. He looked over.
Alastor’s ears were pinned back, his eyebrows tight. He tilted his head when Vox looked at him.
A pit appeared in Vox’s stomach upon realizing Alastor was watching him at his most pathetic moment. Alastor was meant to see how powerful he was and kneel down to him just like everyone else would.
“Guess I'll ignore him, then,” Val decided for him. He repositioned to rub his tip against Vox’s clit. “Are you ready to take my knot, baby?”
“No,” he said quickly.
“What?”
Vox clamped his thighs together tight and backed into the headboard. “Red.”
Valentino was taken aback by Vox’s safeword use. “What's wrong?”
“Get out. I need space.”
He paused, then angrily crossed his top pair of arms, and used the second one to grab his clothes. “Fine, have fun without me,” he announced before leaving.
Vox disintegrated the rope with electricity and rushed to open his hologram messages again.
“I'm not sure what just happened,” said Alastor.
“Fuck off,” Vox spat, “Ethan's taking you back.”
Alastor let out a quiet ‘hmph’ and spun around in his swivel chair. He was sent toward the door by Vox’s wires.
“You just listen to anything he tells you, hm? Have you ever tried thinking for yourself?” Alastor asked.
Ethan typed quickly on a laptop. He was, unfortunately, the only one Vox trusted to make sure Alastor didn't try anything. “He's my boss, sir.”
They sat alone in a room with a sofa and a lamp. It had the aura of a cemetery with the smell of dish soap.
“Do you know what he's doing at the moment?”
“That's none of my business.”
Alastor sighed from boredom. He kicked off the ground and was sent next to Ethan. He peeked at the laptop screen and squinted. “What is that?”
“An advertisement,” answered Ethan.
It was a picture of Alastor and Vox, though Alastor was hardly there, thanks to his glitchiness. He hardly remembered taking the photo, with the sheer amount of gloating Vox did. The text above read, THE VEES CAPTURED THE ELUSIVE RADIO DEMON. WHAT'S NEXT FOR THIS AMAZING, BENEVOLENT TRIO?
“Amazing and benevolent? Seems a little exaggerated,” he said.
Ethan rolled his eyes. “Can you let me work? Vox only said I have to watch you, not entertain you.”
“How bold for an ordinary Sinner.” Alastor smiled. “It’s almost admirable, if not a bit annoying.”
He fell silent, seemingly fed up with Alastor's words.
“You know, once I'm freed from these shackles, I'll be the strongest Sinner once again. Is it really a good idea to get on my bad side?”
“Sorry, sir,” he sighed. “Is there something you want?”
Alastor crossed his legs and grinned. “Bring me back to Vox, and I won't kill you.”
The door opened silently, without a single creak. If there had been a noise, it would have been deafened by Vox’s soft moans.
“Don’t tell him I did this,” whispered Ethan.
Alastor nodded. “Of course.”
His chair was pushed into Vox’s bedroom. Ethan quickly shut the door immediately after.
Vox didn't notice the intrusion. He panted as he thrust a toy into and out of his body. All of his blankets and pieces of clothing were wrapped in a messy circle on his bed.
He grunted, paused his thrusting, and then continued after a few moments.
Alastor could only assume what was happening on that bed. His initial plan was to make fun of Vox’s insecurity, but the noises coming from Vox were beginning to cause a problem.
“Fuck,” whined Vox. His voice sounded ruined, as if he had been screaming for hours.
He wasn't an alpha nor an omega by any means — and for that he was glad. To be controlled by such disgusting impulses (as displayed in front of him) was unbelievable. Unfortunately, as a sadistic demon, there were some impulses Alastor was stuck with forever.
“It hurts,” he whimpered. “More…”
Alastor's stomach clenched involuntarily. Why now? he thought, why ever?!
There had to be some way to open the door. He couldn't use his magic without Vox’s permission, and his arms were tied, but there had to be some way.
He angled his antlers underneath the door handle. It made a catastrophic squeak as he lifted his head.
Vox flinched and sat up. “Alastor?! How did you get in here?!”
“Not important. Could you open the door for me?”
He lazily tried to stand, but ultimately fell back onto the bed. “Shit, you're… you're not meant to see me like this…”
“I don't really care, Vox. Please, open the door.”
“I look disgusting, don't I?”
Alastor groaned internally before scooting his chair a bit closer to Vox’s king-sized bed. “Are you going insane, or just falling asleep?”
Vox breathed heavily as sweat trailed down his chest. “I'm… Ugh, go away…” Slick coated his inner thighs and the toy he had been using moments before. He resisted the urge to grab it and resisted the greater urge to beg Alastor to fuck him.
What a sight, thought Alastor. “Why should I? You can force me, can't you?”
“Alastor…” he begged. “I… I need…”
“Use your words, little omega.”
Vox whimpered and squeezed his thighs together. “Please, I–I need your knot, alpha!”
Alastor rolled his eyes and huffed. “You should have more realistic expectations.”
“Just fuck me; I don't care!”
“There we go. Now, untie me.”
He shook his TV head and crawled closer to Alastor. “I don't need to.”
“I'm sorry?” Alastor asked. “You're acting stupid, Vincent.”
“We'll use the chair.”
“Oh, dear lord.”
Vox’s trembling hands reached for the waistband of Alastor's pants and shoved them to his knees.
Alastor exhaled sharply through his teeth as his hard dick was exposed to the air. The pure amount of devotion in Vox’s eyes only made it worse. “Stop looking at me like that.”
Seeing Alastor's bare lower half was more of an aphrodisiac than his aching heat. “It’s so beautiful… I need it in me already.”
He wished that his growling would override his blushing. “Pervert,” he muttered.
“God, you look so hot, Al…” whispered Vox. He felt slick drip down his legs as he thought about being bred by Alastor. How he would care for Vox despite everything…
He slowly grabbed Alastor’s coat with his wires and then threw it onto the bed. “It'll probably get warm,” he explained.
“Mhm, of course,” replied Alastor suspiciously. “As long as you don't tear it to shreds and you give it back if we see the public, I don't mind.”
Vox nodded, blushing. He hopped onto Alastor's legs. Slick dripped onto the chair. His breath was labored and slow, and he leaned into Alastor's neck.
“Nothing,” he noted. “You smell like nothing.”
“Disappointed?”
“It feels so clean,” said Vox. There was no alpha-like scent making him clench around nothing. It felt normal.
“Hm, strangely, I could say the same about you. There isn't a hint of omega scent coming from you.”
“I know,” he said before he placed his hips above Alastor's cock and lowered his body.
Alastor bit his lip and looked away. Vox’s body felt so warm. “Ha, for someone like you, you feel… surprisingly tight.”
Ignoring Alastor's comment, he moved up, then down again, moving deliberately slowly. “Oh, Alastor…”
It took all of Alastor's might not to take control. He couldn't be the desperate one, especially not when Vox was the one in heat.
Vox’s pace slowed, annoying Alastor. He blinked a few times and eventually stopped thrusting his body entirely.
“Hm?” hummed Alastor.
“What are you doing?” he asked quietly.
Alastor went silent, wondering what Vox could possibly be upset about. “Helping you with your heat?”
“I don't get those,” growled Vox. “I'm not an omega! I'm not in heat!”
“Really? How are you planning on explaining everything I've seen, then?”
“You haven't seen shit! I'm a fucking beta, got it?!” At some point, Vox had continued riding Alastor.
“Alright…” he muttered. “There’s no need to get angry.”
Vox scraped at Alastor's shoulders with his claws. He bit back a groan. “This– this is just… for fun! Haha, you think I'm an omega?! Oh boy, you're more stupid than I thought!”
Alastor let him ramble with mild annoyance.
“I am one of the strongest Overlords in Hell! Sinners fear me or love me, but either way, they respect me and know what I can do!” he explained. “You think an omega could do that?!”
“Why couldn't they?”
Vox paused. “Because… omegas are weak, right? An omega could never make it as far as I have.”
“But you are an omega, and you have made it this far,” Alastor stated.
“No, I'm…” Vox trailed off. He sat still and breathed into Alastor's scentless neck. “I'm a beta.”
“Your argument is falling apart with every second you spend riding me.”
He grunted. His untouched dick rubbed uncomfortably against Alastor's shirt. “Okay… you're right; I am an omega.”
“I know, dear,” Alastor said.
“I–I just… can’t tell anybody. Omegas don't get far in Hell. Who knows what the people’ll do when they find out?”
“Did you know that Carmilla's an omega?”
“…No, why?”
“She’s one of the strongest Overlords in Hell. Nobody dares to mess with her.”
“But I'm just so pathetic… If it gets out, everyone will realize that.”
“Of course you're pathetic,” Alastor mumbled, “but not because you're an omega.”
“Wh… what?”
“If anything, your commitment to keeping your secondary sex a secret is admirable. Before this, I never thought for a second that you'd be so pitifully controlled by heats. Being an omega is nothing to be ashamed of. You're still the Television Overlord, and that won't change even if people find out that you're an omega.”
Vox clenched around Alastor. “Fuck… Call me admirable again…”
“Really? That's what you got out of that?” When Vox whined, he sighed and gave in. “Alright, then. I remember I used to think you were just a scentless alpha, up until you branded yourself as a beta. I think this is better, though. You're meant to be bred.”
Vox’s wet, dark blue skin slapped against Alastor as he hurriedly moved up and down. “A–Alastor, please!”
“What are you begging for now, omega?”
“I need it!”
“Use your words…”
“I need… haah… to be knotted so hard I'll never feel anything better!”
“Hm.” Alastor’s eyebrows flattened. He didn't dare remind Vox that he was a beta, because he was clearly delirious.
“Give me your knot, alpha!” he begged. “Breed me full of your fawns! I'll be the best mother; you don’t need anyone else!”
The thought was mildly appealing. “Fuck…” muttered Alastor. “Y–you want to be mine? To bear my children?”
Vox nodded desperately. “I'll be the best omega! I'll make sure your fawns are safe from harm!”
“…I'm sure you would.”
“W–would?” Vox echoed. His eyes widened as he remembered his situation. “No, no, no!”
Alastor filled Vox with his come, and that was it. No knot, just a quiet, pathetic noise as he leaned back into the chair and bit his lower lip.
“No!” he whined as he came as well, spilling onto Alastor's shirt. He moaned and leaned into Alastor's neck. “No…”
Alastor's dick shrank inside of Vox. “It’s okay.”
Vox moved with every deep breath Alastor took. “No, it isn’t. This isn't how it was meant to go.”
“You should've prepared for this from the beginning. There was never any way for me to give you a knot.”
“I… I thought I'd be okay with that. I thought you were enough.”
Alastor rubbed Vox’s back until he came to a realization. “Untie me.”
“Fuck no.”
“Do it. Now.” He let radio static filter his voice, trying to control Vox’s omega urges against him.
Vox’s body stilled at hearing an alpha-like voice before he dejectedly twirled his finger and moved the wires away from Alastor's body. “You're still my prisoner, so I guess you can't leave.”
Alastor pushed Vox back onto the bed and stood up. “Present.”
“What? But…” He looked into Alastor's eyes; they were filled with either malice or intent. He didn't care which one it really was. Vox hesitantly turned around and presented his already-filled rear end to Alastor.
“There we go. That's a good omega,” cooed Alastor as he grabbed Vox’s left cheek. “This time, you're getting your knot.”
“How?”
“Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.”
Vox sat still in anticipation, focusing on being called pretty. His cock was already hard again, pre-come dripping onto his sheets. There was no way Alastor could give him the knot he so desperately craved. His hopes were going to get crushed again.
“Relax, you're shaking,” Alastor whispered. “I'll take perfect care of you. You'll realize you won't ever have to lie about your subgender again.”
“I'm scared. Please don't lie to me. I'd rather be left here to fuck myself.”
He chuckled and rubbed his half-hard dick against Vox’s pussy. “I'm not lying, my precious little omega! You will get your knot. I have my ways.”
“Okay,” he replied quietly. He braced for impact as Alastor pushed himself into his dripping body.
Alastor silenced a groan and moved his hips back. The come he had stuffed deep inside Vox gushed out. He wondered for a moment if Vox would be impregnated. If Alastor were an alpha, that might have been nice.
Vox’s mind melted with Alastor's thrusts. “Oh, alpha…” he moaned.
“Wrong,” Alastor said as he slapped Vox’s ass. “You're not getting a knot if you keep calling me that.”
He yelped and tried to conjure up a single, functioning thought. “Buh… beta! Alastor!”
“Good job. How obedient!” he exclaimed. “You're doing very well. I'm not sure why you hid this side of yourself when you're so delightful in this state. Telling everyone that you're a beta, when in reality you're the perfect little omega.”
“I don't w–wanna be an omega. I'm meant to be strong.”
“And you are,” Alastor soothed. “Being an omega doesn't change that.”
Vox sat silently as Alastor pounded into him — aside from the quiet whimpers that were forced out of his body. “I–I'm… strong?”
“Of course.”
He arched his back, clutching the sheets between his claws. “…Thank you, Al,” he said. “C–can I touch my dick?”
“Greedy little omega,” Alastor muttered. A tentacle slithered toward Vox, ruffling against the sheet's fabric. It wrapped around Vox’s cock and slowly began pumping.
“Oh, fuck–!” he shrieked before spilling come all over his dark sheets, like shooting stars soaring in the night sky. His body relaxed, leaning into the mattress.
The tendril quickly stopped moving. “Wow, that was quick. Would you like to stop?”
“No,” Vox rasped. “Not until I get the knot.”
“Well, aren't you determined,” he said, mildly amused. Alastor continued thrusting into and jerking off Vox. When Vox shivered and spat curses under his breath, he assured him, “Most couldn't handle this kind of pain. You're very strong!”
Vox mumbled his appreciation into the bed as he held the sheets tightly between his claws. Contrary to his posture being similar to that of melted ice cream, his dick was already hard once again.
“You know, this whole time, I haven't smelt anything coming from you. Why is that?” Alastor asked.
“B–because everybody thinks I'm a beta. If they smell me, I'll be outed.”
“Why don't you release it now?”
He pushed himself up. “Bite me.”
“What?”
“My neck. Please, it's– I'm unmarked. I want it to be you. It's all I've ever wanted. It's all I need,” he begged.
“This is all out of the blue. I thought Valentino would have marked you.”
“I've waited so fucking long for this, Al. I don’t need Val. Just you.”
“Will you release your scent if I do it?”
“Yes!”
Alastor exhaled. “Just wait.”
Vox could be patient. For about a minute, tops. He could still try, though. For Alastor. He nodded.
“Very good,” he said, squeezing Vox’s thigh for emphasis.
Vox was on the verge of tears made of both overwhelming pleasure and happiness. Alastor's pounding was becoming sloppier, faster, and messier. He didn't have much reference for knowing the telltale signs of Alastor nearing an orgasm, but with personal experience, Vox knew he had to be close.
He was mumbling compliments that surely would have gone to Vox’s head if he had heard them. Vox knew Alastor was a gentleman (it was practically his whole personality), but he was still surprised at the tenderness of his words.
“So perfect,” he said. “Fit so well around me, my perfect little omega. D–don't need an alpha when I treat you so well. I'm all you need.”
“Yes!” groaned Vox.
“Gonna– You want a knot, right? To be knotted by your favourite beta? Your favourite demon?”
“Please…”
“Say it, then. That I'm your favourite. That you're obsessed with me.”
Vox moved his hips with the thrusts' rhythm. “Y–you're my favourite! I'm obsessed with you! I need your knot so bad, beta! Breed me, please! Never leave me!”
Alastor quietly moved two tentacles next to his dick. With his final thrust, he wrapped the tendrils around his cock, bulging them around the base and inside of Vox’s body until they had no room to move.
He leaned into Vox’s neck and sank his teeth inside, and his nostrils were immediately hit with a wave of blue raspberry and salty ocean water. The two contrasting scents somehow blended to create the most alluring smell Alastor had ever known, making him dig his fangs deeper into Vox’s dark blue skin.
Vox had already spurted more seed onto his sheets when he felt the faux-knot — the marking only increased his immense pleasure. “Beta… Alastor…”
Alastor enjoyed marking Vox’s neck much more than he expected. Tasting his blood and revealing his scent was a mixture so beautiful that he never wanted to leave the moment. He eventually released his teeth from the skin, (secretly wished he could have torn it off entirely and eaten it,) and licked the drops of blood that fell from the wound.
“Fuck, Al, it's– that hurts…”
“I know,” Alastor whispered, smiling widely.
Vox, being pushed into the mattress by Alastor, felt the come he had released onto the bed earlier sticking to his hairless stomach. He didn't bother moving away. “Pretty big knot,” he murmured.
“You're welcome,” replied Alastor smugly in between licks.
Vox sighed into the sheets. “So,” he started awkwardly, “you marked me.”
“I did.”
“Are you… gonna help with my future heats?”
Alastor stopped drinking Vox’s blood when it stopped leaking. “On one condition,” he decided. “You have to tell everyone that you're an omega.”
“What?!” he yelled, the afterglow fading away quickly despite the knot still inside his body.
“I don't make the rules.”
“You literally do!”
He chuckled and grabbed Vox’s neck. “Maybe, but they have a reason: why should I reward you for your insecurities? Just bring it up casually, and I'm sure nobody will think anything.”
“You're sure?” he asked.
“I'm sure,” Alastor repeated.
Vox turned his head toward Alastor, careful not to smack him in the face with his flat-screen face. “Fine, okay? I’ll tell everyone. But if people make fun of me, you're dead.”
“Alright then!” he said cheerily. “If you tell anybody about this, you are dead, and I won't help with your heats.”
“Alright. Can you lick my bite again?”
Alastor sat in the Hazbin Hotel lobby, watching the television. He had been asked multiple times why he, the most avid technology hater anyone would ever meet, was so into television. He would make an excuse about how ‘Vox wasn't there anymore, so it was actually mildly entertaining.’
Unfortunately for Alastor's excuse, Vox was beginning to show up more in public. All of Hell knew that he was going to show up in the Vees’ annual Pride Parade.
“Why are you watching this, anyway?” Husk asked.
Alastor sighed, letting his irritation show. “It’s a parade. I'd like to see how the Vees managed to put this together. Besides, Vox is going to be a hot mess, and I can't miss something so hilarious!”
Husk seemed to accept that excuse as he sank into the couch.
Katie Killjoy appeared on the television screen. “It seems that this year's Pride Parade has just begun. Isn't that just wonderful?” she said, gritting her teeth together as hard as humanly possible.
The scene quickly switched to the parade when Katie's mouth started bleeding.
Many floats strode through the streets of Hell, but none received anything close to the amount of cheer the last one did.
The three Vees stood on a float, waving to the Sinners watching them. Alastor didn't pay Velvette and Valentino any mind because Vox was finally there.
Just like every parade in the previous years, he was wearing pink, purple, and blue, but on his back was a white omega symbol. When the crowd saw it, they erupted into unintelligible noise.
“What?” Husk asked, quickly sitting up.
“I thought he was a beta,” Vaggi remarked from behind the couch.
“What, it wasn't obvious?”
Vaggi groaned and walked away. “Shut up, Alastor. Smug dickhead…”
Alastor laughed as Husk echoed her groan. Perfect, he thought, my perfect little omega.