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The ratings sped straight down the graphs and charts faster than the debris of Pentagram City all around Vox.
The media overlord huddled over the screens of his general statistics, watching as they fell by the second. Electricity pulsed through his body, beckoning him to fly out, to seize the damn deer demon and rip him apart, to do something. Fuck… even if he could just run away, he would rather do so than look at his numbers going down.
Rather than give in to a fight or flight tactic, Vox's massive form shook on the spot, static rushing along his blue skin as the scent of blood and smoke in the air burned itself into his brain.
His throat dried. His eyes strained as his fingers flipped through the various screens. He just needed one category, one section where his numbers were still on top to cling to, but there was nothing. The screens split within his vision, the duplicates of bad ratings and comments doubling before his eyes like a sick mitosis. Worse, the screams of the surrounding sinners running for cover barely reached the volume of Alastor's jeering laughter in his ears.
“What… What the fuck?!” His voice choked as Vox covered the sides of his rectangular head.
Shov.wav was still tearing after the deer and Alastor was struggling to veer out of the way, but Vox felt none of the satisfaction. The screams, the decimation all around him, the heat wafting from the fans and electricity squirming through his insides… Vox shut his eyes tightly.
He had failed. He was a failure. His legacy, his reputation, his grudge with Alastor, his relationships…
Wait.
Vox sucked in a breath, his eyes opening in an instant. He pushed aside screen after screen until he found one surveillance feed tucked away in a small corner around him. His eyes locked in on a long, lavender figure tangled in a mess of cables and wires dangling just above the stage.
“Valentino…” Vox pressed his claws to the screen, wishing he could reach the moth from here.
His voice strained through his lips as he couldn't believe it. Val was safe. He hadn't gone anywhere. His back was arched and his eyes were closed blissfully, as though he had already surrendered himself to the world outside Vee Tower and whatever it would do with him. Wires held his legs apart while others circled around his thighs. Vox could just make out a soft bulge underneath his dress as well as that wanton moan his lips released.
Vox's claws traced the screen. Valentino was so beautiful when he was tied up and waiting, even in a seabed of Vox's fuckups all around him. What was Val even waiting for, strung up in all those wires? If Vox had to guess, he would say Valentino had gotten himself in trouble and he vaguely recalled making sure that his cameras followed the moth just in case when he had discovered both he and Velvette were missing from the banquet table.
Vox swallowed, his mouth starting to water at the sight. His cock twitched at the sight of his partner presenting himself like a dainty rabbit offering itself to a prospective mate. Even if Val had simply fallen into those wires, he always kept himself ready to be pleasured, ready to be fucked and filled to the brim. It got Vox's blood hot and his heart drumming louder than the fear that had initially paralyzed him.
“WHAT THE FUCK AM I DOING?!” He growled, his claws scraping up the screens before they dropped to the concrete. “I've fucked it all up… you've been waiting for me, Val. Waiting for me to make you mine alone–and I've been here wallowing in my failures!?” Oh. He could fucking kill himself for the way he had ruined nearly everything.
Fighting Alastor, giving into his mockery and tricks… but it wasn't too late. Vox realized that he didn't have to go down with his failures with nothing to show for it!
His steel, spider-like legs shot him into the air and he sped towards that web of cables that had captured Valentino for him. No… the night wouldn't end in this sea of endless misery.
If Valentino wouldn't refuse him (and he wouldn't because why would he?), then Vox could still turn this around. A cold sweat dampened his screen and trickled down his neck as he rampaged.
What if Val didn't want him? What if he was still upset? No one could possibly forgive him. No one could ever want to listen to him again-!
Vox bit his own bottom lip painfully, fighting off the sheer panic with an equally unpleasant sensation. It didn't matter. He could still fuck Valentino. He could still please him until Valentino cried and begged for more! He just had to prove it.
He had to.
–
When he had tumbled from his penthouse into the mass of wires, Valentino would have let out a stream of swears if it weren't for the cable leashed painfully around his throat. Furious, he shifted his weight until he slid further down with more of the wires messily entwined in the fur of his wings and around his limbs.
“Dammit, Vox!” He sputtered, trying to pull his arm free. The cable held taut around his wrist as he glanced up, looking for the source of all the wires. He expected to see Vox right beneath him, shaking his head and ready to chastise him. Fine! He wanted to give that egocentric asshole a piece of his mind-!
But there was no one. The banquet table was clear save for the sounds of struggle and fighting in the distance.
Val blinked. Then, his antenna lowered.
Laying back in the blanket of wires restraining his body, the adrenaline rush of the fight he had just fallen from faded away quickly. Valentino sighed and closed his eyes, his lips curving into a miserable frown.
Of course, Vox wasn't there.
He wasn't the one who had sent these wires to catch him from falling. These were just leftover wires and fixings from the stage of the presentation. Valentino wasn't sure what he expected, but to be welcomed to no one there to catch him suddenly withdrew the rage he had built up from the fight for Angel Dust.
He laid underneath the red skies of Hell, twitching occasionally in the wires. Uncomfortable. And not in a hot way… well…
Val closed his eyes. If he imagined these restraints were from Vox, his partner, catching him and tying his limbs back… then it wasn't so bad.
“Voxxy…” He mewled gently. He could imagine that flustered and diabolical face of his when he had teased his favorite TV head far too much, the way his cables would jerk him forward, and his words would convince Val to whom he was truly at the mercy of.
He was half-hard already at the thought. Fuck! Was he that needy? Val whimpered, raising his hips to brush against the tightness forming at his front. There was a knotted wire there, one that brushed against his bulge. When he closed his eyes, he could just feel the ghost of Vox's claws sinking into the meat of his rear, urging him close against his chest. Vox would cup his chin, making sure Val's bewildered, curious gaze was stuck on his divine, blue light. He never wanted to look away.
In a way, it was pathetic to long for something that wasn't there. On the other hand, Val could say he was bored and wanting. Being restrained meant someone should at least be toying with his ass or filling his mouth against his will, but he could only feel the warm breeze of the hellish night.
“Huh-?!”
The sudden enormous weight cascading over Val's body had him shooting open his eyes. The closeness blurred the figure in his vision, but just the signature electrical char in the air caught Val's attention perfectly. That bright, blue light shimmered above him like a spotlight and as always, Valentino was compelled to gaze into it. His chest swelled with a mixture of fast emotions. First, longing and relief, then pure indignation at the giant demon screen crawling over him.
“VOX!” He shouted, trying to move his upper right fist back and forth at him. “WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?! HIJO DE PUTA-! YOU REALLY DO JUST DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT WHEN VELVETTE AND I-”
He was immediately cut off by a furious kiss, one with Vox's size that eclipsed his entire mouth. Val was pressed face first into a ravenous feast of teeth and tongue and he lost his words, hissing into it. Vox's weight made the cables inch towards the ground but they held firm, so Val could only take it. He opened his mouth and let his tongue be swept up by Vox's, enraptured in the taste of blood and adrenaline stored inside the TV head. He moaned, he tried to breathe, but Vox stole and stole from him.
“Fuck…” Valentino growled into the kiss, letting his eyes flutter closed. The knot of the wires brushed deeper between his legs, making him wine and rock forward. Bound like a moth in a spiderweb, he was utterly powerless to his partner… just as he fantasized moments ago.
He winced, feeling one of Vox's teeth plunge into the corner of his lip. A coppery twang filling his mouth told him that he was bleeding, but it only excited him more. The vibrations had his body still trying to find Vox's in his mass of steele legs and wires, trying to become one body with him.
Eventually, Vox relented and pulled back from the kiss, leaving a pink, diluted strand of saliva between the two. Val let out an enthusiastic moan, curling like a kitten for his lover. Fuck, he missed him… he missed this.
“Voxxy…” He whimpered. His skin flushed with perspiration, his legs open with an exposed hardon beneath his panties that he felt Vox's gaze wash over.
“I'm here,” Vox responded in that dark rumble. It wasn't the first time Val had seen Vox in his full demon form but it was new to play with.
Still, Val growled. “You bitch! You ruined everything!” If he could gesture at the chaos and fire all around them, he fucking would! He could be both furious and horny. Those things weren't mutually exclusive!
Vox rolled his massive eyes. “I know! Val, fuck… I…”
“You didn't even bring flowers, you piece of shit-!”
“WILL YOU SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME-?!” Vox roared over him. A few of the wires snapped at the volume of his voice. He trembled above Val, his claws shaking erratically as he searched into his partner's stunned gaze. “I know!!! I fucked everything up and I…the only thing I might have left…is this and I don't even know if I have you anymore, Val!”
“...Que?” Val blinked shortly.
Vox towered over him, pressing his knee between Val's legs. His steel crawlers closed in around Val's form on the web like a cage. The moth swallowed, his own heart bouncing with unease at Vox's lamenting expression.
“It's over, Val,” the TV admitted quietly. His eyes seemed distant like he was already gone. Valentino didn't know what to even make of it, but shuddered darkly as Vox's claws sliced up across the slit of his panties. The fabric slipped away like it was nothing. “I have nothing left. I failed! I'm a failure!”
With his other hand, he cupped Val's cheek, then roughly jerked it upwards. “But I still have you…” He said softly, searching in desperation for something in Val's expression. “We can create something tonight, Val! Something that will last!”
Val's antenna twitched. “I… don't understand. What can we crea-ngh….” His voice melted into a moan as Vox knelt forward, his knee pressing to Val's exposed and thoroughly soaked core.
Large, mechanical hands gripped Val's waist and pulled him closer to the heat against Vox's crotch. Wires dug into the sides of his pants and slid them down in one smooth motion. Two heavy, sinuous cocks wriggled out from Vox's core, flitting about as though they were feeling for something in the air. Drawn to the soaked heat between Val's thighs, the two shafts nuzzled up his folds.
“A-Ah, Vox…” Val shuddered, biting his bottom lip as Vox's cock swerved across his swollen clit.
Vox chucked, using both of his arms to embrace the moth and pull him closer. “Do you feel it? It's all for you, babe,” he said hungrily. Val felt so warm. He could let his cocks cover themselves in his partner's essence forever, but it wouldn't satisfy him until he was buried inside of Val to stay. In a way, he hoped he got to die over and over again inside of Valentino.
The top shaft slides against Val's pussy in a wet motion, seeking out his hole. Val's own cock was already leaking a clear fluid and Vox could just make out the short jolts of his body, the way he ground closer to Vox to ride the feeling.
Vox couldn't contain himself. “Let's make a baby, Val,” he whispered to him.
Val froze. “What-?!”
Snapping his finger, Vox felt the hot flash of camera lights all over their bodies together. The screens projected their glued and sticky forms, just in time for him to force himself inside his lover. He gripped Val's wings and thrust him down upon his cocks. The top one found Val's pussy and jammed inside roughly in a barely contained stroke. The lower cock clumsily rammed against Val's tight back, wedging in only an inch.
Val spread, forcefully pushed open by Vox's sheer size in his demon form. He cried out, clenching and falling backwards against the wires. His partner's arms caught him as his face contorted from the rush delivered to his entire body. Vox held him close, running his tongue up the moth's neck in a possessive kiss for the entire Pentagram to see.
A swollen knot knocked at Val's entrance with the second thrust. Something to lock Vox's last will inside of him. The delirious ecstasy eclipsed Vox's mind. This was it. His last hurrah. Nothing else mattered. With another slam forward of his hips, he crammed his fat ball of flesh past the walls of Val's pussy entirely.
“-THE F-FUH-FUCK, VO-?!”
Valentino couldn't breathe. His wings strained against his bindings but to no avail. Vox's claws only dug into the flesh of his waist, keeping him pinned. Keeping him trapped until the arousal overran his senses as well. Small, pathetic squeaks sounded from Val's throat as he squirmed, his body unable to keep itself from meeting Vox's thrusts.
“Shhhh…” Vox's claw moved to Val's cheek, wiping away a small red bit of wetness forming at Val's eyes. “I know…
it's a lot…nfgghh…be good for me, Val…I want everyone to see it… see me leaving something inside you-!”
He lost his voice in a flurry of hot gasps, burying himself to the column of Val's neck, clinging to his fur.
Again and again, he subjected Val to his onslaught, letting the moth lose himself with each passionate plunge. The smell of fire and smoke was soon replaced with the salty scent of sex in the air, the thrusts wet and hot inside of Valentino's walls.
Valentino couldn't think. The noises that left him were animalistic, hungry, and devoid of any pattern or sense. He only wanted more. His lower half was painted in fire and he couldn't move, he couldn't tug away, he could barely move his hips to and fro. Vox had all the control. And he was drowning in it. The cameras and screens captured his face locked in clenching pleasure, in tears, unraveling before he could even process it–
Val convulsed over Vox's, arching his back and letting his mind slip away into a spotty darkness. His own cock pulsed, painting the front of Vox's thighs shamefully in white strands of cum.
“Now that's more like it, Val… fuck…” Greedily, Vox pumped his cock with his hand, sending an oversensitive rush along Val's nerve endings.
“Vox–!”
Curling to Vox, Val gritted his sharp teeth through the pressure locked inside of his walls. He almost wondered if he looked down, would he see Vox's bulge pressing taut at his skin and making an indent? Okay, that was actually hot…
He certainly couldn't linger on those feelings as Vox stroked him furiously, drawing those unending moans and whimpers from his lips. It felt wrong. Uneven. Foreign to his body for Vox to be so in control of him… like he was a tiny puppet stretched over his lover, strung up to be manipulated.
He came again and again, each orgasm blending into the next. Val squeaked wearily, his cock's head slathering Vox's front in his juices. He had lost control. His own face on the screens projected his face contorted in fatigue and sordid pleasure.
“Hm? We aren't done, Val! The entire Pentagram is watching!” Vox demanded, pressing his claws into Val's backside for a final slam. The knot crammed viciously through Val's walls and Val fell under another convulsion, his tears staining Vox's screen. His pussy was swollen and puffy and Val had stopped moving, submitting to the final thrust inside.
“Yes-fuck! Unff…”
Inside of Val, a torrent of blue, hot cum flooded his insides. Vox gave a few vigorous pumps against his sweat-covered body, his knot squishing against his entrance to lock everything in. Valentino surrendered with his head resting against Vox's shoulder, unable to glance up at the world around them anymore. His stomach distended unflatteringly, filled to the brim with hot and sticky seed.
Vox's seed.
Exhaustion stormed in on Val's senses. Their bodies were stuck together and the knot made it so he still couldn't move. Even if Vox let go of him, Valentino imagined he would just collapse to the ground and not move for the next week or so.
“There…” Vox's chest rose and fell against him. He stroked Val's head down to his fur. “See? If I… if anything happens to me… you won't be alone, Val…Valentino.” The screens shut off all around them. He closed his eyes, shame blooming across his features.
Val smiled weakly, listening to that mechanical heartbeat.
Oh, they were so fucked when they got down from these cables. What was Velvette going to say?
What the fuck were they going to do with a brat anyways?
Valentino didn't know, but at the same time…
He wasn't going anywhere.