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darcydarlingdabbles · 3 months ago

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Boys at The Beach ~ 2

Hazbin ~RadioApple+Static ~ 4.3 k

The Explicit Part 2

this is completely a crack fic where Lucifer, Alastor, and Vox go to a beach upstairs in human form. And things get heated.

The sun was starting to hang low on the horizon when Lucifer decided he was starving and went to dig into the bright red cooler.

The angel pulled out an array of dishes—far from the usual beach fare.

Shrimp remoulade served chilled across a slice of crusty French bread. Delicate crab cakes with a tangy hot sauce. Mini muffulettas with layers of meats, cheeses, and olives.

And there was even dessert—individual banana bread pudding cups.

“I’m impressed, Your Majesty.” Vox drawled, leaning forward to inspect the spread. “This is quite the feast.”

“Oh, you like the food huh?” Lucifer chuckled, an angelic smirk crossing his lips. “Better than a perfect little housewife could whip up, huh?”

Alastor’s ears pricked, not liking where this was going, though Vox was ready to agree with anything the King said as he stuffed a muffuletta into his mouth.

“Well, I can’t take the credit—Alastor made it all.”

The Radio Demon’s eye was twitching to the point he could not enjoy his rival choking on his mouthful.

Vox’s eyes went wide as he turned to Alastor. “You can cook?”

The brunette pushed his glasses up the freckles on his nose and his smirk got a little bit more smug. “I assure you, I have many talents that you are entirely unaware of.”

Vox swallowed, thickly.

“Besides,” Alastor shrugged it off. “It wouldn’t due to serve the King of Hell a bunch of pre-packaged rubbish.”

“I suppose not,” Vox conceded, eyeing the artfully arranged platters. Despite himself, his mouth watered at the tantalizing aromas wafting from the cooler. “I have to admit, it does look... decent.”

“High praise indeed, coming from you!” Alastor’s laugh crackled like radio static. “Perhaps you’d care for a taste? I assure you, my culinary skills are quite beyond up to par.”

As Vox reached for a crab cake, he couldn’t help but wonder what other hidden talents the Radio Demon might possess.

It was infuriating and intriguing in equal measure.

The angel and the demons fell into a silence as they savored the gourmet spread, the only sounds the gentle lapping of waves and the occasional clink of aluminum cans.

Vox found himself reluctantly impressed by Alastor’s culinary prowess, though he’d sooner short-circuit than admit it aloud.

As the sun began its descent, painting the sky in vibrant hues of orange and pink, Vox noticed a subtle shift in the atmosphere.

Lucifer, who the television demon considered to be this untouchably powerful figure, leaned against Alastor’s shoulder with a contented sigh.

“You know,” The King mused, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “one of the things I truly loved about Earth were the sunsets. Hell has its charms, but nothing quite compares to this.”

The demon’s eyes widened as he spotted their hands intertwined on the beach blanket.

Vox felt like he was intruding on an intimate moment. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s, uh, certainly something.”

Alastor’s eyes darted to Vox, noticing his gaze on their linked hands. The Radio Demon’s perpetual smile tightened almost imperceptibly as he pulled away from Lucifer.

“Well!” Alastor announced, his voice overly cheerful. “I think I’ll take a little stroll after our delightful repast.”

Before anyone could respond, the Radio Demon vanished into the towering driftwood, leaving Vox and Lucifer alone on the beach.

The angel had a crown on his face that looked thoughtful, and the demon stayed stiffly silent. Still feeling like he was intruding.

Vox’s gaze fell on the book Alastor had left behind, curiosity getting the better of him. He reached for it, flipping it over to read the cover.

If he still had his television head, it might have just blue-screened. “Is this... a chick book?”

Vox blinked, finally discarding his glasses to confirm—yep, it was a romance novel.

The demon was momentarily distracted by the unexpected discovery of Alastor’s literary tastes.

When he looked up again, he found himself alone on the expansive beach. The setting sun cast long shadows across the sand, and an eerie stillness settled over the area.

“Your Highness?” Vox called out, his voice echoing in the emptiness. “Radio Star?”

No one answered him.

Unease prickling at his circuits, Vox rose to his feet, scanning the shoreline. His gaze fell upon the looming driftwood maze; a forest of gnarled branches reaching skyward like skeletal fingers. Without much choice, he ventured into the labyrinth of bleached wood.

~~~~🌊~~~~

“Hello?” he called again, pushing aside a tangle of branches. “Anyone there?”

As he rounded a particularly large arid tree, Vox froze.

There, nestled behind a twist of roots, stood Alastor and Lucifer. The Radio Demon, in his real form but still in his beach clothes, leaned casually against a weathered trunk, his signature grin taken an amicable twist as he ducked his head to the King of Hell.

Vox flickered with pure shock. He’d never seen Alastor so...open. The deer demon’s usual rigid posture had softened, and he seemed utterly unbothered by the lack of personal space between them.

Or maybe the space between them was very personal

“You should have seen his face, my dear,” Alastor chuckled, his voice a low purr. “Absolutely priceless!”

Lucifer laughed, a sound like tinkling bells. “Oh, I can imagine. You’re vicious, aren’t ya Bambi?”

Vox felt a twinge of...something. Jealousy? Surely not. Insecure? The fuckers better not be talking about him. He was about to announce his presence when Lucifer’s next move stopped him cold.

The fallen angel’s hand trailed up Alastor’s chest, sliding up beneath the swirling pattern of the red overshirt.

Holy shit. Vox’s mind was reeling—certain that Alastor was finally going to break and snap at being touched.

The television demon’s circuits nearly fried as Lucifer rose on his toes, pressing a tender kiss.

Alastor seemed frozen on the spot, for a long moment.

Then the Radio Demon’s hand lifted, curled around Lucifer’s neck to pull the angel’s head back—and press a searing kiss down his throat.

Alastor’s lips trailed a path down, eliciting a soft gasp from the devil himself.

Vox felt his face heating up, static crackling across his skin as his irises flashed through red and blue.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene unfolding before him.

A realization hit him like a ton of bricks: Alastor, the prudish, touch-averse Radio Demon, was not only allowing Lucifer’s advances because he was the King—he was actively participating in it.

“Fucking call me a brownnoser, huh?” Vox hissed bitterly, before he could stop himself or clap a hand over his mouth.

Alastor’s eyes snapped open, glowing an infernal scarlet. Without breaking contact with Lucifer’s throat, he murmured. “It seems we have an audience, my dear.”

The angel laughed in his hold.

“Come out come out Voxy. Hiding isn’t very becoming of an Overlord, now is it?”

Panic surged through Vox’s system. He’d just been caught creeping on the fucking King of Hell. And Alastor. How the fuck was he supposed to explain that?

Or the way his human face was heating up with a blush.

Scrambling for an excuse, Vox stepped out from behind the driftwood, defaulted what he was good at—throwing jabs at his rival.

“I wasn’t hiding, Your Majesty! I was just��stunned by Alastor’s pathetic attempts at making a fool of himself.” Vox frowned, but the insult had already fumbled its way out of his mouth.

Alastor gave a derisive snort.

“That so?” Lucifer’s eyebrow arched, a mischievous glint in his golden eyes as Alastor released his hold. “And I suppose you think you could do better, hmm?”

Vox’s face burned like the sun had scorched him for hours. He opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed, a low growl rumbling in his throat as he glowered at Vox.

Lucifer’s grin widened, showing a hint of sharp teeth. “Well then, Vox,” he snickered, “put up or shut up.”

“I…Sire—”

Vox hesitated, his usual bravado faltering under the intense gazes of both Alastor and Lucifer. Before he could muster a response, golden magic wrapped around his waist, and dragged him into the driftwood clearing.

“Don’t duck out now, big guy.” Lucifer smirked, flicking out his forked tongue as he grabbed the television demon by his teal stripes and dragged him down.

As their lips met, Vox’s mind went blank, forgetting every witty comeback he’d ever crafted and every kiss he’d ever had. The only thought he had was to open his mouth and let the serpent tongue plunder him. Wondering how much of this sweet taste belonged to the deer demon.

Alastor watched with narrowed eyes, his perpetual smile tightening as he snorted. “How utterly sloppy,” he sneered, turning on his heel to step back. “I think I’ve seen quite enough of this spectacle.”

Lucifer’s hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the Radio Demon’s wrist. “Not so fast, Bambi,” Lucifer cooed, breaking away from Vox. “The show’s only just begun.”

Vox blinked in surprise as Alastor actually stilled, remaining rooted to the spot despite his obvious disdain.

“Why don’t you show us how it’s really done?” Lucifer said, turning his attention back to Alastor with a challenging smirk.

Alastor’s eyes flashed dangerously. “You’re playing with fire, my King,” he warned, voice low and crackling with static.

“Then burn me,” Lucifer whispered back.

A moment passed between the two, where a silent understanding took hold.

Alastor’s claws seized a fistful of Lucifer’s golden hair, yanking him close. Their lips crashed together in a fierce, forceful kiss that took even Vox’s breath away.

Vox watched, transfixed, as Alastor pressed Lucifer back against the driftwood. There was nothing gentle about the way the Radio Demon’s hands roamed over the fallen angel’s body, fingers digging into his hips possessively.

Holy fucking shit.

Vox felt his human lips pull downward into an actual pout as he watched Alastor prove that he could talk the talk and walk the walk.

The ache in the television demon’s chest had nothing to do with missing Lucifer’s forked tongue; his eyes were on the red fingers locked in the golden hair.

Dammit all. He was wishing he was under that sharp smile.

He tried to school his expression into one of indifference, but Alastor, ever perceptive, caught the longing in Vox’s gaze. Making the other demon’s gut curl with want and humiliation.

The King of Hell pushed gently against Alastor’s chest, breaking their kiss.

“Oh Al,” Lucifer purred, his voice honey-sweet, “I think there’s someone else who’d like a taste.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “Surely, you jest.”

Lucifer nodded towards Vox, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What?” Vox and Alastor exclaimed in unison, their eyes meeting with a clash and a sneer from the deer demon.

Vox’s circuits thrummed with want, but his pride refused to let him give in so easily. “As if I’d want that fucker’s mouth anywhere near me,” he scoffed, even as his inner voice screamed for him to shut up and take the opportunity.

“You would be fortunate if I didn’t rip out your throat.” Alastor growled, his smile turned sinister as it pulled back over his gnashed teeth.

Lucifer, undeterred, began trailing kisses up along Alastor’s throat. He paused at a spot just below Alastor’s jaw—causing the Radio Demon to shudder.

“Come now, darling,” Lucifer murmured against Alastor’s skin. “Just a little kiss. He’s so desperate for it.”

Vox burned bright with embarrassment. “I do not—” he began to protest, but the words died in his throat as Alastor’s crimson gaze locked onto him, and actually tilted his head. Like he was consider it.

Alastor’s trademark grin widened, a hint of malice glinting in his eyes. “Oh, very well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “If it’ll shut you both up.”

In one fluid motion, Alastor’s hand shot out, grasping Vox by the chin firmly.

The TV demon barely had time to process what was happening before Alastor’s lips were on his and making him short-circuit.

It was far from gentle—a clash of teeth and static electricity that sent sparks flying.

Vox’s pride crumbled under the Radio Demon’s mouth.

A low moan escaped him, unbidden, as Alastor’s tongue traced the edge of his lips, demanding entrance. Submission.

Vox berated himself, even as his knees threatened to give out. He hated how much he was enjoying this, how desperately he’d wanted it. But Alastor was kissing him like he wanted to consume him, whole, and Vox found himself powerless to resist.

Lucifer watched the scene unfold with undisguised glee, practically bouncing with excitement. As Alastor finally pulled away, leaving Vox dazed and panting, the fallen angel clapped his hands together.

“You know, this was on my beach day to-do list as well!” Lucifer exclaimed.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking and sounding gallingly uneffected by the state he’d left Vox in. “What was?”

“Sex on the beach!” Lucifer replied with a wink.

Vox’s jaw dropped, his screen flickering in shock. Alastor, for his part, looked equally taken aback.

“Not going to happen.” Alastor huffed, shoving Vox back into some dried out tree roots.

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed as he grabbed Alastor by his overshirt, pulling him close. “Oh, come on, darling,” he purred, winding his arms around Alastor’s narrow waist. “Don’t be such a spoilsport.”

To Vox’s utter astonishment, he saw the Radio Demon’s resolve begin to waiver. One of his arms curled around the devil’s middle.

Lucifer was leaning up on his toes, peppering Alastor with more kisses up along his cheek, under his ear, before reaching up and tugging the fuzzy appendage down to his lips.

“Just imagine it...your enemy on his knees, begging for your cock...”

“I would never fucking—” Vox bristled at Lucifer’s words, spluttering indignantly. “—for a fucking fossil to—whatever!”

“Really? Are you sure about that?” Lucifer turned to him, a knowing smirk playing on his lips. He gestured around the deserted beach. “No one would ever know but us. And this might be your only chance to get a taste of Alastor’s…talents.”

Vox’s circuits buzzed with conflicting emotions—desire, pride, and a burning curiosity he couldn’t quash. He opened his mouth to retort, but no words came out.

Alastor’s eyes suddenly blazed crimson, his grin widening to reveal all of his sharp teeth. He fixed Vox with a predatory gaze that sent shivers down the television demon’s spine.

“Well then, if you truly are desperate, Vox,” Alastor purred, his voice dripping with dark promise. “Beg me.”

Vox’s vision swirled with red. But, to his horror, he found himself sinking to his knees in the cooling sand. His circuits hummed with mortification and arousal as he lowered his head in supplication. “Please, Alastor... let me... I-I... I want to... please...”

The Radio Demon had never smirked like this in his life or death, staring down at the humbled television demon…as he gave an unimpressed shrug.

“Wicked thing you are.” Lucifer gave a delighted chuckle. “He’s hard to impress Vox, you’ve gotta try harder.”

The demon on his knees spluttered, feeling two inches tall before the two men.

“Perhaps…a little demonstration would convince me.” Alastor said, nonchalant as ever. Driving the other demon wild.

“Just tell me what the fuck you want,” Vox growled through grit teeth.

Alastor’s smile glowered down at him, shivering down his spine, as the red fingers drew down along Lucifer’s marbled skin and between the angel’s legs.

“You can’t be fucking serious.” Vox snarled.

“Deadly.” Alastor purred. “Unless…you think you are not worth of pleasuring the king.”

Vox couldn’t stand the heavy implication on the demon’s tongue.

Embarrassment and arousal warring within him, the television demon turned his attention to Lucifer’s bulging swim trunks. His fingers trembled as he reached for the drawstrings.

His eyes locked with Lucifer’s smug, satisfied grin. With a flourish, Vox exposed Lucifer’s impressive erection, already leaking with anticipation.

Lucifer hissed as Vox’s dextrous fingers teased his shaft, and Alastor shifted closer to the angel, leering over the demon on his knees.

“Go on.”

Vox’s cheeks burned as he wrapped his mouth around the swollen head of Lucifer’s cock, his tongue flicking out to taste the sweet pre-cum. Wondering if it was just angels that tasted so sweet.

Lucifer moaned, and Vox couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment as Alastor’s fingers twitched along the devil’s hip.

He slid his lips further down, taking more of the angelic shaft into his mouth, his throat clenching around the intrusion.

“Mmm, that’s it,” Lucifer purred, running his fingers through Vox’s inky black hair. “I knew you had it in you.”

In the periphery, Vox saw Alastor’s shorts tenting outwards, and the television demon’s eyes glued to the debauched display.

Vox’s circuits shorted with lust and humiliation, but he couldn’t seem to stop himself.

“Fuck,” Lucifer moaned, gripping Vox’s hair tighter. “You sure make for a good cockwarmer, picture box.”

Vox’s eyes flashed with fury, but he didn’t stop his ministrations. He was determined to show what he could do, to seize this unimaginable moment, even if it meant swallowing his pride—literally.

Lucifer’s moans grew louder, and Vox realized with another shock of shame that he was growing hard in his swimsuit. More than just a flash of arousal.

Alastor’s crimson eyes on him, on how he sank down the angel’s shaft, was making a growing damp spot in his shorts and driving a hunger that terrified the demon’s ego.

Lucifer’s fingers sliped from Vox’s hair, sliding back up Alastor’s chest to curl in his tight black shirt and yank him down. “You have to try his mouth, Bambi.”

“As you wish, my King.”

Suddenly, Alastor’s hand was in Vox’s hair, pulling him back.

The television demon couldn’t hold the whine that ripped from his throat as Lucifer’s cock slipped from his mouth. But Alastor’s grip was bruising.

Vox’s eyes flicked up to meet Alastor’s, and he saw the hunger there. The demon’s eyes were glowing red, and his fangs were on full display as he panted.

Vox’s heart pounded in his chest, his body trembling with anticipation.

He watched as Alastor pulled his length from his shorts—revealing his cock.

It was slender and long like the deer demon’s body, and just like the pattern of his arms and legs, his cock darkened from a gray tan to pitch black at the tip.

Vox’s eyes widened, and he licked his lips involuntarily.

Alastor chuckled darkly, grabbing Vox’s chin and forcing him to look up.

“Ask nicely,” he demanded, the filter vanished from his voice. No jaunty, high accent or crackle of static. It was a voice that must be obeyed.

Vox’s pride rebelled at the command, but his body betrayed him. He was desperate to feel Alastor’s cock in his mouth, to taste the demon’s lust and power.

“Please, ” he whimpered, his voice hoarse from sucking Lucifer’s cock. “Fuck my throat, Alastor.”

Alastor’s eyes narrowed, but he said nothing. He simply grabbed Vox’s hair and forced the demon’s head down onto his cock. He thrust his hips forward, hitting the back of Vox’s throat.

Vox gagged, his eyes watering, but he kept sucking, his own arousal building with every strangled sound that escaped his abused throat.

He gagged again, but Alastor didn’t let up. He held Vox’s head in place, thrusting his hips forward and fucking Vox’s throat roughly.

Vox could feel his cock straining against the rough swimsuit material.

He moaned, the sound muffled by Alastor’s cock.

He could hear Lucifer’s laughter in the background, but he didn’t care.

All that mattered…was pleasing Alastor.

“Mm, I suppose he is mouth is…tolerable enough.” The Radio Demon tutted.

And Vox burned with humiliation all over again? Tolerable? Barely adequate??

Alastor wasn’t even speaking to him! His eyes and his smirk were on Lucifer, leaning to the angel to kiss him languidly.

Ignoring that Vox was literally sucking his dick.

Which was fucking humiliating…and somehow, even fucking hotter. Vox redoubled his efforts, his tongue swirling around the dark head of Alastor’s cock before sucking down his length, his mouth a blur as he tried to please his enemy. His own prick leaking down his thighs.

The hand in his hair was loose, lazy in his hold.

Vox stared daggers up at the Radio Demon, barely catching the scarlet sclera as Alastor leaned over to casually whisper something filthy into Lucifer’s ear.

The devil bit his bottom lip..

And the demon saw why. The hand Alastor was paying attention to was disappearing into Lucifer’s shorts. His wrist moving slow, steady, hitching upward. Obviously thrusting those long fingers into the angel’s hole.

Vox’s cheeks burned with shame, and he redoubled his efforts. Fighting for the Radio Demon’s focus, for his attention as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked harder, his tongue running along the sensitive underside of his shaft.

Alastor let out a low growl. And Vox felt a spark of triumph in his chest as the muscles of the demon’s thighs tensed—and his own orgasm built as Alastor’s did.

The deer demon’s lips pulled back from Lucifer’s, driving Vox wild as his eyes clenched shut and a little pant came from his lips.

Vox moaned, his own arousal building to a fever pitch. He could feel his cock straining against his shorts, could feel the telltale tingling in his spine.

Lucifer whispered something in Alastor’s ear that made the demon chuckle.

Before Vox could wonder, Alastor’s heavy-lidded eyes opened, and finally landed on his.

“Vox…” he purred in that irresistible voice. “Good boy.”

The television demon let out a strangled cry, his orgasm crashing into him like a tidal wave. His cock pulsed as his come soaked his swimsuit.

When Vox came back to reality he realized what he’d done. Creamed his shorts so damn hard he’d burst out of human form—his bliss faded to utter humiliation. And he burned with it.

He didn’t want to open his eyes. Didn’t want to see Lucifer’s judgement and the mirth that would be in Alastor’s face at his shame.

Vox expected to hear laughter at his expense—but what he heard was a low, pleasured gasp.

His mismatched eyes opened and saw that neither Alastor or Lucifer were giving him the time of night.

The Radio Demon had the Devil pressed back against the driftwood tree trunk, claws dug into the bark as pale legs wrapped desperately around his narrow waist.

Lucifer’s shorts laid discarded in the sand as the two tangled in their primal embrace. The angel’s head was thrown back in bliss, a little breath punched from his lips with every snap of Alastor’s hips.

Vox’s euphoria evaporated. Replaced by a bitter jealousy.

The demon’s hooded eyes locked onto Lucifer’s, his lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Vox ached with envy, wishing he were the one being so thoroughly taken. Trembling as Lucifer came on Alastor’s cock.

The Radio Demon stilled as the angel’s panting slowed, letting him catch his breath.

Lucifer leaned up, whispering something to Alastor—and the red gaze flickered towards Vox, his eyebrow arched.

His eyes were dark with desire, and the television demon felt a shiver run down his spine.

A wicked grin spread over the Radio Demon’s face. And he nodded.

“Hey, Voxy…” Lucifer called in that sing-song voice of his, as the demon let him back down onto his feet. “C’mere.”

His brain blue-screened all over again.

A cool ocean breeze swept across the beach, sending a shiver down Vox’s spine as he watched Alastor framed against the star-dotted sky. The demon pulled back, his red fingers wrapped around the dark slink of his cock.

Vox hesitated. Wondering what more they could want from him when they were clearly wrapped up in each other.

“Come on,” Lucifer crooked his fingers.

Alastor said nothing, but simply stroked over his straining cock.

Saliva pooled in Vox’s mouth like he was starving.

He didn’t even think to brush the sand from his blue knees as he moved to stand—when Alastor finally spoke.

“Ah-ah,” He purred, looking over at him with glowing red eyes, heavy with lust. “Crawl.”

“What the fuck!?” Vox snapped as his screen flashed and glitched indignantly.

“Did I stutter?” Alastor tilted his head, his pupils turned to slits. “If you want to taste my come…then you’ll crawl to me.”

Vox dug his teal claws into the sand, already moving, his screen burning red as he crawled his way to Alastor. Rewarded with the Radio Demon’s gasp as he stroked over his own glistening length.

Alastor grabbed the flat head, watching his enemy’s digital eyes blown and begging as he stroked himself—until he finally came, splattering Vox’s screen with his come.

The television demon burned with utter humiliation…and a strange satisfaction at the taste on his tongue, knowing that he had finally pleased Alastor.

~~~~🌊~~~~

The sun had long since set when Lucifer wrapped himself around Alastor, pillowing into the demon’s chest where they lay back on the beach blanket. Sand clinging to their clothing and skin.

“See,” Lucifer grinned, folding his fingers under his chin as he looked at the Radio Demon. “I told ya beach day was a great idea.”

Alastor snorted, rolling his eyes behind his oval glasses. “Well, it certainly was an experience.”

“Sure was.” Lucifer grinned.

A curse and thump snapped their attention to Vox, stumbling through the portal Lucifer had left open to carry back their gear to hell.

“You alright Voxy?” Lucifer called.

The demon blustered, covering his face—which seemed to have turned permanently cherry-red, as he cleared his throat. “Of course, Your Majesty. Just, have to get back to work. I had a lovely—”

Alastor leaned up on his elbows, cocking an eyebrow as he met the digital eyes.

Vox’s screen blanked, displaying a broadcasting error as he fell through the portal back into his office.

“And no one in Hell will ever believe it.” Alastor chuckled.

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