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Husk was fucked.
Not literally – his luck wasn’t that good. But he was fucked, nevertheless.
The stupid gamble he took in playing matchmaker had a rather unexpected consequence – he couldn’t get Vox out of his fucking head and it damn near drove him to distraction every time he spotted the Sinner around the City.
Yeah, that was a real fucking great idea he had. It would’ve been better if he had just asked Alastor outright to deal with Valentino and negotiated from there. At least then he wouldn’t be waking up with a wet spot on his sheets like a fucking teenager. Wouldn’t have to make some excuse or another to dodge the younger Sinner’s presence because the urge to slam him down and fuck himself senseless was almost too much to bear.
It wasn’t like it was anything like love or infatuation or anything so messy and pointless. He hadn’t felt anything like that since well before he died the first time. Wasn’t even sure he could feel warm rainbow and puppy dog feelings anymore, to be honest. And didn’t want to – what would even be the point? Bad enough feeling this.
Because he knew exactly what this was.
This was fascination rapidly spiraling into obsession. And if he got another taste, Husk had no doubt in his mind that Vox would be just one more addiction he’d have to manage.
“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes as he leaned back in his chair. He took a gulp from the bottle in his hand, not remembering what he had grabbed, only appreciating the way it burned down his throat.
And, the Radio Demon’s lover, on top of that? Because there was no mistaking what they were now, at least not to Husk. All the teasing touches and little looks that Husk had mistaken for pining on Vox’s end, and general dickishness on Alastor’s, were just the way the fuckers flirted in public because of fucking course it was. God had really had a good laugh the day that he created the perfect match to Alastor’s freak.
Yep, he was fucked.
With a snarl, he pushed himself up and out of his chair, bottle in hand as he walked over to the one-way glass. The floor looked the same as always, the pretty lights of the slot machines flashing while Sinners and Hellborn alike indulged themselves. The women were beautiful and the men handsome – why couldn’t he just focus on one of them and have a good fuck to clear his mind?
“Shit.”
It was impossible to miss the glow of Vox’s screen as he strolled into the casino – completely on his own. For once, he wasn’t trailing behind Alastor, eyes wide with distracted fascination, and every preservation instinct in Husk’s brain started blaring. Why the fuck would Vox bother to come here all on his own and–
Wait.
Husk dropped the bottle in his hand and pressed his nose against the glass. Shit, where did the little fucker go? He was right fucking there a second ago.
“What’s new pussycat?” A burst of ozone announced Vox’s arrival in his office and Husk whirled around to see the little Sinner grinning back at him, looking like an asshole.
No, really.
His outfit didn’t really stand out that much – standard suit and tie combo – but the giant pair of sunglasses Vox had across his face were so absurd that it took some effort for Husk to stop himself from storming across the room, ripping them from his face, and snapping them in half. As it was, he couldn’t keep the sneer from his face when Vox tucked a hand into his pocket, grin widening.
“What’s the matter, Husk?” Vox tipped his boxy head forward and lowered the sunglasses just enough to peek over the top of them. “Cat got your tongue?”
“Clever,” Husked sneered. “I’ve never heard that one before.”
“Oh, boo.” Vox’s mouth dropped into a pout. “You’re no fun at all.”
Husk jumped when Vox zapped himself across the room to stand directly in front of the Overlord. He pulled his sunglasses off and tucked them into the front pocket of his jacket.
“Well, now I’m sad.” Vox sighed. “Aren’t you even a little bit happy to see me?”
No, fuck no. The last thing he wanted was Vox standing so close that Husk could feel the static of his screen prickling against his fur. Staring up at the Overlord, like he expected something. It would be so fucking easy to just shove him down onto his knees and use him until all the smugness was fucked right out of him. And Husk really wanted to do that which meant that he really shouldn’t do that.
Instead, he turned away and walked with measured calm to the liquor cabinet, selecting a bottle without thought. Vox didn’t move or speak. With a sigh, Husk glanced over his shoulder.
“Do you want something?”
“I’ll have a Sex on the Beach, if you’re offering.” Husk turned fully this time, eyebrows flying upwards. Vox stared back at him for a beat before a cheeky little smile spread across his screen. “Bourbon is fine.”
Husk huffed impatiently and quickly poured a couple of fingers into the crystal tumblers that he’d been ignoring the past few weeks in favor of drinking straight from the bottle. Vox strolled over and Husk pressed the glass into his hand before taking a gulp of his own drink. Shit, he should probably try to stay a little more sober while the television demon was there. Vox stared up at him while he sipped at his drink, smug little smile never leaving his face.
“You look tense.” Fucking observant. “Though, I can’t possibly see why. I thought we had fun the last time I was here.”
“You electrocuted me to death.”
Vox flicked his wrist impatiently, painfully reminiscent of Alastor. “So? You got better.”
“Why are you here?” Husk asked. Fuck, he felt tired. Vox hadn’t even been there for ten minutes, and the Overlord was already on edge. “Did Alastor put you up to this?”
“No,” Vox scoffed. He took his hand out of his pocket and settled it on his hip. The younger Sinner took a deeper sip of bourbon, glancing down at the glass in appreciation. “This is nice.”
“Vox.”
“No, I’m not here because Alastor asked me to.” Interesting. Asked, not told. “Believe it or not, I’m actually capable of doing what I want when I want.”
“And you want…?”
Vox’s screen darkened ever so slightly, a shark’s grin replacing his amiable little smile. “An encore performance.”
Well, it wasn’t like Husk hadn’t been anticipating (aching for) this. He just hadn’t decided how he wanted to play his cards yet.
On the one hand, it would be amazing to get Vox under him and absolutely ruin him. Beyond being capable of killing an Overlord (if temporarily), Vox had shorted out the entire casino. It had taken an absolutely stupid amount of time and money to replace the melted circuit breakers and rewire the burned connections – Husk wondered if he could make the television demon short out a city block, or maybe even a whole neighborhood if he worked hard enough. His dick twitched in his trousers at the thought of making the little Sinner scream his name.
But, on the other hand, he had to consider if Alastor would take offence if he went another round with Vox without the other Overlord present. Getting his dick wet wasn’t worth being on Alastor’s shit list. Not that he was scared of Alastor or anything. He just didn’t want to get chewed up and spit out, and no, that wasn’t metaphorical – he’d seen the Radio Demon do it and it was fucking gross.
Husk reached out and ran a finger down the lapel of Vox’s jacket, thoughtful. “The radio fucker isn’t here.”
“No, he’s not.” Vox’s grin remained sharp even as his eyes shot down for a moment to watch the trajectory of Husk’s hand. “I thought we’d have a private show this time.”
Husk drained his glass and set it down. “And he’d be fine with that? I thought you were his little pet.”
“I’m nobody’s pet,” Vox sneered suddenly, antennae sparking. Oh, a sore spot. Husk wondered how he could exploit that. “But, if you’re so scared of Al, we could always make a deal. Just keep this between the two of us.”
Husk chuckled and began to unbutton Vox’s jacket. “Who’s scared of the Radio Demon? I just don’t want the hassle of dealing with his creepy bullshit.”
“Then let’s shake on it.” Vox caught his wrist, to stop Husk at the last button. “I won’t say anything about this little tête-à-tête to Al and you give me what I want.”
That wasn’t a terrible idea. Well. It was probably one of the worst ideas that Husk had ever considered. Anything involving Alastor was, by default, a terrible idea. But. If he was going to dive headfirst into what could only be a hideously toxic situationship, at least he could keep it below the Radio Demon’s radar. He shifted his hand so that he clasped Vox’s.
“Deal."
Red and black magic leapt from his hand, wrapping itself up Vox’s forearm before answering blue electricity crackled, pushing back. Husk was surprised at the strength of Vox’s power – the little Sinner must already have some souls in his possession if he could push back against an Overlord’s dealmaking, even a little.
“So, what do you want?” Husk asked. Vox studied him for a moment before crooking a finger for Husk to lean down. He obliged, and Vox caught his lapel, pulling him the rest of the way in until his screen was close to the Overlord’s ear.
“I want you to really fuck me up.” Husk bit back a groan. “Do you think you can handle that?”
Fuck. Fuck, yes.
Husk pulled back, grinning viciously at the way Vox’s eyes dilated in anticipation. Oh, this was going to be fun. He wrenched the Sinner’s jacket open, popping the remaining button off, not caring about Vox’s little huff of exasperation. Didn’t care much either when he heard a seam rip as he started to roughly push it from the other man’s shoulders.
“Hey! I said fuck me up, not my jacket.” Vox scolded. “You’re not in a fucking Harlequin romance.”
“Shut up,” Husk growled. He gave up on trying to take Vox’s jacket off and tore at his trousers instead, popping the buttons from their threads in his haste. Vox caught his wrist and Husk looked up to see a genuinely angry expression on his face.
“I said, stop fucking up my clothes.”
And Husk fucking stopped. Not like he had a choice in the matter. Not when he was staring into that one hypnotic eye, sinking under its irresistible influence, a pebble thrown to the crashing waves of oceans neither of them would ever see again. The world blurred around the edges and Husk felt his arms fall to his sides limply.
“Good. Now be a little more fucking respectful.” Vox blinked and Husk was back in his body with a jolt. “Jeez.”
He stared at Vox for a long moment before shoving the small Sinner’s shoulder and pushing him hard enough to spin him one hundred eighty degrees. Vox made an undignified squeak, but didn’t try to escape as Husk yanked his jacket off, tossing it over his shoulder. Satisfaction spread through his veins as he watched Vox kick off his shoes and wriggle from his trousers without being told.
“Leave the shirt on,” he instructed when he realized Vox was beginning to unbutton his dress shirt. Vox laughed at that one.
“You liked that, then?” he chuckled, letting Husk push up against his back. He wrapped an arm around the smaller man’s waist and began to kiss along the back of his neck, letting his wings unfurl to canopy over them. Vox sighed appreciatively, leaning back. Husk waited until the little Sinner was relaxed, body loose in his arms before shoving him away, grinning at the soft sound of surprise that escaped Vox.
Without a warning, Husk grabbed the back of his neck and marched Vox towards the couch, earning another laugh from the other Sinner. A hard shove sent the little demon crashing against the sofa, catching himself with his hands on the back of the couch. Not bothering to give Vox a chance to move on his own, Husk flipped him around and pushed him flat against the rough fabric.
Husk was momentarily at a loss. He had exactly what he wanted, a mostly naked Vox sprawled across his couch, looking up at him with those ridiculously huge eyes and he didn’t know what to do about it. He settled onto the other end of the couch, looped his fingers around the television demon’s ankle and considered his options.
“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?” the younger Sinner asked, cheeky little bastard that he was. Husk frowned. Vox’s smile faded a little and he pushed himself up into a more inclined position, legs pulling away from the Overlord. “Husk?”
Hm, what was he thinking about? His first instinct had been to throw the little Sinner around, bully him until he was too disoriented to stop Husk from fucking him hard enough to forget his own name. Punish him for overstaying his welcome in Husk’s mind.
But he still couldn’t get the image of Alastor kissing Vox so gently while he fucked him, making the smaller Sinner cry under him. As much as he hated to admit it, he was curious to see if he could do the same thing, beat Alastor at his own game. Be so fucking tender with Vox that he got him into the same shivering, desperate headspace.
Without all the messy feelings on his part, obviously.
He gave Vox’s ankle a tug, pulling him down on the couch to where Husk could get to him without having to crawl across the increasingly worn leather. He might need to consider getting a new one soon – this one had seen more than its share of ass at this point.
He nudged Vox’s legs apart, giving him a moment to decline if he wanted to. The last thing he needed was Vox boiling his insides again if he pushed him too far. Did the average Sinner have any concept of how long it took to regenerate a broiled liver? Because Husk sure did. Even with his Overlord power, it was easily one of the worst weeks of his afterlife. Drinking with a charred liver… well, Husk couldn’t recommend it.
With a small nod, Vox leaned back and rested his head back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. There was a strangely clinical feel to the whole atmosphere for a moment that sent a shiver straight down Husk’s spine and, because he had really fucking keen powers of introspection, he buried himself between Vox’s legs instead of analyzing that.
He wrapped a hand around Vox’s cock and stroked upwards, savoring the shaky breath the television demon let out. That was good, but he wasn’t so sure about the tension in the younger man’s body. With a soft purr, he pressed a kiss to Vox’s inner thigh while stroking his free hand over Vox’s hip and settling it on his stomach, pressing down just enough to ground the Sinner.
“Relax, baby,” he purred, alternating kisses and barely there nips against the sensitive skin. Vox’s breath hitched and Husk smiled when he felt a hand land over his. “Just relax.”
Not for the first time, Husk found himself wondering just how much of the television demon’s personality was just a show and how much was genuinely him. Clearly, some of the obnoxious boldness bled away when he was letting someone else take the lead. Husk suspected that he was seeing more of the real man, that maybe Vox was more honestly himself with someone between his legs.
But, you know, who wasn’t?
Husk paused for a moment to appreciate the Sinner’s slim body. Alastor was right – there was something real fucking nice about Vox keeping on a single piece of clothing while he was being fucked. Husk hooked a claw into the bottom buttonhole of Vox’s shirt, giving it a small tug.
Before Vox could question or protest, Husk dropped down and replaced his hand on Vox’s cock with his mouth. The small Sinner flinched, legs tensing on either side of the Overlord’s head and Lucifer, wasn’t he just as responsive as before? Husk was going to fucking ruin him, going to fuck the clever little quips right the fuck out of him. Get him so fucked out that he wouldn’t remember his own name, let alone Alastor’s and–
Shit. Husk shivered at the thought and closed his eyes, taking a couple deep breaths through his nose to calm himself down – he had plans that did not include coming in his pants just from giving a cute Sinner a blow job. Vox did not help the situation, rolling his hips up and forcing Husk to shift his arm across the other demon’s waist to hold him in place.
“Golly gee, Husk,” Vox muttered quietly. “You sure are good at that.”
Keeping one hand over the top of Husk’s arm, Vox moved his other hand to stroke gently at the soft fabric of his shirt. He let out a shaky breath and Husk snorted in amusement, pulling off for a moment.
“Am I now?”
Vox chuckled, fumbling away from his shirt to find the top of Husk’s head, pushing down insistently. “Don’t talk. You have better things you can do with your mouth.”
Yeah, he sure did.
It took longer to get Vox close to the edge this time and Husk wasn’t stupid – with no small amount of resentment, he knew that Alastor’s presence had been a major motivator for the younger Sinner. Not everyone could get off with the ever-present threat of that red fuckface, but didn’t that just prove Vox really was perfect for the Radio Demon? That really left a bitter taste in his mouth, even considering what was already in there.
Well, sorry, Vox. He didn’t have an Eldritch horror in his pocket to pull out at playtime, so he would have to improvise.
He waited until Vox was rolling his hips up in a steady, insistent rhythm before slipping a finger inside the younger Sinner. Vox’s body tensed instantly, and Husk curled his finger a few times until he had the television demon panting before pulling back. Vox’s hips kicked up instinctively before he seemed to realize Husk was no longer touching him and patted roughly at the top of the Overlord’s head. Let out a lovely little whimper in protest, too.
“No!” Vox groaned in frustration. “Why’d you stop?”
“I don’t want you to come yet,” Husk answered honestly. Vox pushed up onto his elbows and Husk swallowed hard at the flushed, bewildered look on the other man’s face. It occurred to him that he had missed out on never being able to fuck Vox while he was alive – Husk liked the mental image of messy, tangled hair haloed around his expressive face.
“Are you always such a dick?” Vox demanded, trying to shift his hips to entice Husk.
“Actually… yeah. I am.”
Vox rolled his eyes, though his face relaxed into one of amusement, the edge obviously wearing off a bit. Good. It’d be better if Vox came down before Husk wound him back up again.
“Of course you are,” the younger Sinner replied.
“You’re an asshole, so what do you care?”
Vox grinned, shark’s teeth glinting in the low light. “Well, if you’re a dick and I’m an asshole, then you best hurry up and get inside me.”
Fuck’s sake, the mouth on this kid. Husk traced a claw around Vox’s kneecap, savoring the shudder that shot through the smaller demon. Vox drew in a short, but quiet breath. “Why are you in such a rush?”
“I’m not.” Vox flopped back against the couch, draping an arm over his face dramatically. “I’m just used to a certain level of attentiveness from the people I fuck.”
Husk barked a laugh at that. “Fucking little princess, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, yeah.” A hand waved vaguely in his direction. “Better go ahead and give me the royal treatment, then.”
No need to tell him twice.
Husk busied himself with teasing Vox right to the edge and pulling back just before he could tumble over. Fucking relished the way Vox grew more distraught each time, pulling at Husk’s ears with increased aggression until Husk caught his wrist and pinned it firmly to his stomach. He fumbled open the fly of his own trousers, desperate to escape their tight confines, and just for good measure, unbuttoned the top of his own shirt so that it hung loosely.
By the fourth time Husk pulled off, Vox was already halfway to madness. The other demon was twisting his wrist, trying to pull away and Husk let him. He licked his lips eagerly as Vox pressed the palms of his hands against his face, a shuddering sob falling from his lips. Husk ran a soothing hand along Vox’s inner thigh, enjoying the way Vox flinched away, drinking up the desperation in the demon’s voice. Fuck, he sounded perfect. He rose up onto his knees to get a good look at Vox, delighted as he took in the sight of the small Sinner’s heaving chest and trembling arms. Fucking masterpiece.
“How are you doing up there?” He dug a single claw in as he stroked Vox’s leg, drawing a thin line of blood. It welled in the shallow groove and Husk bent down to lap it away. Vox whimpered, pretty and soft and Husk pulled back upright with a smile. “Need anything?”
Vox sucked in a shaking breath only to exhale another sob. He moved a hand away from his face to glare balefully up at the Overlord. “F-fuck you.”
“Oh, honey, you sound like you’re suffering.” Oh, good. There were the tears that he was hoping for. He crawled over the top of the younger demon, caging him in. Vox’s breath caught in his throat as Husk leaned down to capture his mouth. He kissed him until Vox turned his face away and lifted a hand to stroke the side of his head. “You’re real pretty like this.”
“Please,” Vox whined. Husk jolted in surprise when Vox’s hand unexpectedly wrapped around his cock and almost threw himself off the younger Sinner to avoid an unexpected orgasm. “Please just… fuck me already.”
“God, you beg pretty, too,” Husk groaned and shifted himself away from Vox’s hand. None of that now. “Is that what Alastor sees in you?”
Oh, fuck, he didn’t mean to say that. Vox gasped and turned his face back to Husk. His eyes were wide and wet with tears, face flushed pink. “Alastor?”
Husk had not meant to invite the radio fucker into this – had been trying to do the exact opposite. Not that the asshole hadn’t been here in spirit the entire time (and maybe was in the shadows, who the fuck knew with that asshole). Well, he’d just have to erase him from Vox’s head, even if for a few minutes, just to savor having the younger demon entirely to himself.
Damn it. He wanted the television demon entirely to himself. Lucifer, he did, didn’t he? Wanted Vox to stare up at him like he stared up at Alastor, all soft adoration and breathless obedience. Eager to follow, eager to jump at a whim, eager to fucking do anything so long as it pleased Alastor.
What the fuck?
Frustrated, he wrapped his hand around Vox’s throat and pressed down hard enough that Vox was pinned to the couch. He really enjoyed that the last time. Flexing his fingers tightly around the dark column of Vox’s throat, he watched carefully, waiting for the moment Vox sensed danger. Maybe he’d just squeeze the life out of the little Sinner, silence the unquiet thoughts by watching the light fade from the other demon’s eyes.
Vox blinked up at him, fucking doe-eyed, and Husk relented, easing his grip. Felt Vox squirm a bit before he realized that the other demon had angled himself just enough to rut up against Husk’s thigh. He barked out a laugh, sufficiently distracted by the little Sinner’s undisguised desperation.
“Baby, you’re so fucking desperate for me, huh?” A vicious smile slashed across his face as he shifted his leg away, savoring the frustrated whine he earned. “Ready to just get off on Daddy’s leg?”
“Ew,” Vox managed. Husk leaned down, guessing where Vox’s ear would be.
“You’re such a good boy, just taking what I’m giving you. You want me inside you now, don’t you?” Vox shivered and slipped his hand beneath the top of Husk's shirt. He fisted his fingers into the fur on Husk’s shoulder, tugging impatiently. Husk gave him one last squeeze before easing up. “Well, then, let’s quit wasting time.”
He eased back off his knees to sit back on the couch, shimmying his pants down just far enough to keep them out of the way. His wings spread out on either side of him. Vox stayed motionless for a long moment before uncovering his eyes and shifting himself onto his elbows.
“Why are you over there?”
“What, I have to do all of the work around here? You want to get off with my dick inside you?” Husk patted his lap. “Then come over here and ride me.”
Vox stared, eyes just round circles at this point. A spark flew from his antenna as he licked his lips. What Husk wouldn’t give to get a picture of the little Sinner’s fucked out face right now. “Fuck. Yeah, okay.”
After nearly getting a knee directly to his crotch, Husk managed to help Vox settle over his lap with no injuries. Strong hands on Vox’s hips stopped him from moving and wasn’t it delicious the way that the small Sinner tried to push them away just so he could get Husk inside him? But they had time and Husk wasn’t quite ready to be done yet. He grinned when Vox groaned in frustration and punched him hard enough to hurt, a sizzle of electricity darting over Husk’s skin.
“Honey, what’s the matter?” he laughed, ignoring the threat of Vox’s electricity with what he felt was admirable nonchalance. Vox’s eye started to spiral, and Husk closed his eyes defensively. “No, you’re not going to hypnotize me into fucking you.”
He hesitated when he felt Vox’s hand on his face, cradling him gently. After a moment, he opened his eyes to stare at the most plaintive expression he had ever seen on the other demon’s face. Vox pouted.
“Please, Husk.” He tilted his head, batting his eyes. “Please.”
“Kiss me first.”
Fuck, all right, Vox was clearly not playing around anymore, kissing him hard enough to knock Husk’s head against the back of the couch. The smaller Sinner pressed his hands on either side of Husk’s face and the Overlord opened his mouth to let the television demon slip his tongue in. It was hot, letting Vox take the lead and Husk sighed contentedly as the other demon swept his tongue over sharp fangs, drawing blood.
“Easy,” he purred against the younger Sinner’s mouth, flexing his fingers over the soft skin on Vox’s hips. A real fucking shame that Husk wouldn’t have the opportunity to watch the bruises he was leaving fully bloom. Vox nipped at his lower lip.
“Fuck me.”
Bossy Vox was so fucking hot that Husk couldn’t justify holding him off anymore. Besides, he was just as eager to be inside the lithe body straddling him. Without a word, he shifted Vox’s hips back and pressed him down until he was fully sheathed inside the small demon. Vox gasped against his mouth, body shuddering. His hands dropped from Husk’s face, and he wrapped his arms around the Overlord’s shoulders. Husk let his wings wrap around them, hiding them away with only Vox’s face for light.
He hadn’t been so close to Vox’s face the last time they fucked to have any frame of reference, but his mouth dropped open in surprise when Vox pulled back, tiny stars sparkling in his eyes. Husk couldn’t remember drinking that much before Vox showed up in his office, but he’s been drinking more lately, so maybe the needle for much had shifted. Also, maybe, he had died again and slipped into another, even more surreal reality.
He must’ve been aware of what Husk was seeing because Vox shut his eyes tightly and shook his head, like he was annoyed. When he reopened his eyes, they were back to normal, if still overwide and wet with tears. Husk continued to stare, not sure what to say, but grateful for the distraction when Vox rocked his hips forward as much as he was able.
“Good boy,” he breathed, appreciating the way Vox tightened around him for a second. He slid a hand from Vox’s hip to the small of his back and used his other hand to tap Vox’s hip. Get going.
Vox seemed eager to oblige and started rocking slowly in Husk’s lap, eyes falling shut with obvious relief. Taking a moment to appreciate the way Vox’s shirt fluttered around his torso as he moved, Husk traced small circles over his back. He shifted slightly, only trying to get more comfortable, and was immediately rewarded with a startled gasp.
Hissing through his teeth, Vox froze as electricity crackled over his skin. A few stray sparks jumped onto Husk’s fur, and he patted them out quickly. He’d heal up quickly, but the last time had given him a healthy respect for the high voltage that Vox was capable of generating. Besides, he didn’t want to have to look at any bald spots, however temporary.
“Husk!” Vox gasped after a moment.
“C’mere.” Husk caught the bottom of Vox’s screen and captured his mouth in a kiss. Vox seemed happy enough to relinquish control and Husk took his time exploring his mouth before pushing against the small of Vox’s back just enough to encourage him to move again. He slid his hand to the back of Vox’s neck, holding him tight as the Sinner began to rock in his lap again, harder than before. More urgent.
“Fuck, Husk.” Vox whined against his mouth and Husk let him pull back a bit, appreciating the desperate look on his face. “I want…”
“What do you want, baby?” That was a little cruel, but Husk was more than a little cruel.
Vox shut his eyes, panting heavily. “You know.”
“Be a good boy for me, honey.” Husk grinned when Vox’s hips stuttered, and his fingers dug into the back of Husk’s shirt. “Use your words.”
“Fuck you.”
Husk wondered if he’d be able to hold him off one last time, but the memory of his internal organs sloshing around loosely in his gut stopped him. Instead, he kissed Vox as deeply as he could, feeling himself twitch in the hot clench of the smaller Sinner’s body. He snuck his hand away from Vox’s back to trace along his cock and the other man nodded quickly, pulling back with a sharp nip to Husk’s lip.
“Please, just let me come this time, you fucking sadist.” Vox scrambled a little higher onto his knees and Husk knew he was just about there.
Yeah, all right, he’d earned it.
With a mean little twist of his wrist, Husk nearly laughed in triumph when Vox jerked suddenly, cock thrusting up into his fist. Fuck, he was so fucking tight. Husk panted, desperate to get Vox off first. Seconds later, he was pleased when the television demon spilled over his fist. He could just about make out his name falling from the other Sinner’s lips as a sudden sharp wail of feedback filled the room.
He expected the surge of electricity that flooded through his body this time but thank fuck it was only enough to crackle through his fur and leave him fluffed up like an angry kitten. It did, however, push him into a particularly intense orgasm and Husk tightened his hand around the back of Vox’s neck hard enough that he was certain Vox would be leaving with a fresh set of bruises.
Eventually, he became aware that Vox had slumped against him, face pressed against his chest with his arms still draped loosely around Husk’s neck. He winced and eased his grip on the younger demon’s neck, stroking gently over the wrinkled mess that was once Vox’s nice shirt. His wings drooped back against the back of the couch.
“Uh…”
Vox was still shaking, and Husk was suddenly at a loss. He had wanted to overwhelm the little demon, erase any thoughts of Alastor from his head, but he hadn’t factored in what he needed to do after he short-circuited the man’s brain. Shit, he had to make sure he did this right, otherwise he wouldn’t get back into Vox’s pants again.
“You all right, kid?” he asked awkwardly.
Vox shrugged one shoulder, but didn’t otherwise move. Well, that was good – he could still hear and acknowledge being spoken to. At least he hadn’t fucked all his brain cells out on Husk’s dick. Ha! He could only imagine explaining that one to Alastor. He wondered if Alastor would string him up with his own guts or just morph into his massive demonic form and chew Husk up like a piece of popcorn.
Vox muttered something, snapping Husk’s attention back from the light vore he had started to picture in his head.
“What’s that?”
“I didn’t kill you this time.”
Husk rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “Were you trying to?”
With a grunt, Vox forced himself upright, bracing his hands on Husk’s shoulders. “I was kind of hoping.”
“Kind of hoping to kill me.” Husk closed his eyes and huffed with exasperation. “Well, that’s really sweet pillow talk.”
“No, not like that,” Vox laughed, voice still a little weak. “I just thought you’d go harder, Husker.”
Husk caught Vox by the throat in a flash and leveled a dark glare at him. He didn’t push back much when Alastor did it – as much as it annoyed him, it wasn’t worth it. But he wasn’t going to grant Vox the same leeway. With a curl of his fingers, he let the sharp edges of his claws prick against soft, easy to tear skin.
“Don’t call me that.”
Little asshole didn’t even flinch back, like he was the Overlord and not the bratty, presumptuous nobody here. Just gave Husk a smug, if tired, smile. “Whatever you say, kittycat.”
Afterglow fucking ruined, Husk got to his feet, unceremoniously dumping Vox back onto the floor. Of course, he couldn’t just sprawl out in front of him like Husk wanted – just zapped himself away and landed, if unsteadily, on his feet several paces from where Husk was standing. He adjusted the cuffs of his sleeves with an air of unbothered primness, but Husk didn’t miss the faint tremor in his hands and was horrified at the sudden urge to soothe.
“Get dressed,” he growled, turning away without waiting for a response. Tucking himself back into his trousers and adjusting them around his waist, Husk walked back over to the one-way window and stared down at the flashing lights in the casino.
He busied himself with a list of all the things he needed to get done in the next few days. Payroll was due this week and he really needed to talk to one of his guys about beefing up security before the next Extermination. They had been lucky last year – the angels had all but ignored the casino, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think it would happen two years in a row.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Vox move to stand next to him, dressed but for his jacket. That was draped over his arm for the moment and Husk blinked in surprise when Vox extended his hand out, one of Husk’s cigars pinched between his fingers. A fucking peace offering.
As pathetic as it was, Husk turned and took the cigar slowly. He eyed the younger demon carefully. Didn’t exactly look apologetic, but that wasn’t a surprise. The little sociopath probably wasn’t capable of it.
Still.
Husk didn’t let that stop him from catching the younger man by the waist and pulling him in close. Vox’s eyes widened in surprise and his expression softened after a moment.
“Kiss?” he asked without a hint of teasing.
Something inside Husk melted just a little (only a little, Lucifer help him) and he pressed a soft, almost chaste kiss to Vox’s lips. It was fine that the television demon hummed softly against his mouth. It was fine that Husk tightened his grip around Vox’s waist for just a moment. It was fine that the small Sinner’s eyes were bright and amused as he pulled away.
It was fine.
“Careful, Husk.” Vox tilted his head, antennae bobbing. “Better not fall in love with me.”
No shit. Husk had no intention of doing that, he wasn’t a complete idiot. An idiot, yes, especially to let himself fuck Vox a second time, but he could handle it.
“I don’t fall in love, Vox.” Husk went to reach for his lighter then hesitated before holding his cigar out to the younger Sinner. Vox gave him a bright grin before lighting the cigar with a spark from his fingertip. Gone in the blink of his eye, but Husk didn’t miss the way the electricity curled into a small, blue-white heart.
“Good.” Vox shrugged into his jacket, straightening it over the lost cause that was his dress shirt. He twirled his tie around his fingers, looking Husk over like he was fucking studying him. “Because that would be a big fucking mistake.”
Husk watched the television demon zap himself into the lights, the flash of ozone filling his nose, distressing in its familiarity. He let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and strode over to the liquor cabinet to retrieve the forgotten bottle of whiskey. Opened it with shaking hands and swallowed down a generous share. He drank until the room began to spin.
Oh, he was so fucked.