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Tantalizing Television
RadioApple with a side dish of static - Hazbin Hotel
Explicit: Teasing, jealousy, Vox kinda gets cucked, secretly!est RadioApple, (switches/verses.)
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//Just so happens I was gonna do this anyway, now it's radioapple week. So it's meant to be right XD first time writing these characters and this ship...and I decided to make it harder on myself. Inspired by an IG Reel by akrcos. So naturally the song is Neon Medusa by The Midnight//
In one of the far wings of the Hazbin Hotel, a translucent form flickered to life in a plush red room.
The hologram glimmered and Vox smack a hand into his screen. âCâmon ya piece of shit, work.â The overlord grunted, his projected body covered with blue static as it tried to stay solid.
His flat eyes blinked, before his trademarked grin spread across his square faceâAlastorâs dark hotel room finally becoming clear. And Vox was finally inside it.
Technically.
âLetâs see what the pompous ass is hiding.â
Voxâs projection drifted forward, his half-corporal boots making no sound on the plush crimson carpet. His feet tangled in something on the floorâbecause he was still getting used to walking without feeling his footstepsâand because the place was a damn mess.
âSo much for a fastidious freak.â Vox snickered to himself, only to hiss out more garbled curses as he reached out to a dresser drawer. His translucent cyan fingers passed through the handle once, twice, before he focused on solidifying just enough to grasp it.
Thinking he just might spare the projectionist demon who sold him this janky spell, Vox rummaged through the drawer. Looking for anything embarrassingâor juicyâto hold over Alastorâs head.
Instead, his hand closed around something small and rubbery.
Vox pulled out a bright yellow duck.
âWhat the hellâŠ?â He muttered, in utter confusion, as he uncovered an entire collection of rubber duckies.
The TV demon let out a grunt of frustration, squeezing one of the blasted things in his fist, making his hologram flicker as the toy let out a shrill little squeak.
âWell well well, what do we have here?â A mocking lilt startled Vox, causing the duckie to go bouncing across the floor. It landed right at the high-heeled boots of the King of Hell himself.
Lucifer was leaning casually against the four-poster bedframe, arms folded, and a devilishly smug grin on his lips.
âAh! Y-your Majesty!â Vox panicked, nearly backing into the dresser drawer heâd just opened. Heâd been ready to kick some ass, now he had to prepare to kiss some.
Damn projectionist told him he was going to the room where Alastor spent the most time, not the archangelâs bedroom!
âAn Overlord reduced to snooping through drawers?â Lucifer clicked his tongue, his smile nearly as sharp as Alastorâs. âMy my hell really has gone downhill with you guys in charge.â
Vox felt his signal glitch with panic.
âNow, I know youâre not stupid enough to try to sabotage my daughterâs hotel with me in it, right?â Lucifer took a few steps forward, and Vox wished his hologram could just vanish into the wall, but he was stuck until the spell ended.
âNo no no Your Highness, Iâd never!â Vox said plaintiff, throwing a hands to play up his innocence. âI was just looking for Alastor, you know, old rivals. Messing with each otherâŠha ha.â
The truth sounded like a lame excuse when he was saying it to Lucifer.
âTrying to find him in my room is a little under the belt, donât you think?â
âBelow the beltâŠyou mean?â
âWhat did I say?â
âYou said this was your room, sire?â Vox demanded, his flat screen head snapping around. âFucking projectionist piece of shit.â
The fallen angelâs yellow eyes narrowed on Voxâs form. âYouâre using a projectionist, are ya?â Lucifer grinned. âOh, thatâs an old school trickâI with an old weakness.â The angel raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.
âShit!â
Glowing golden ropes materialized, binding Voxâs projection from chest to ankles, before a flick of the blondeâs wrist sent him flying into the plush chair by the rumpled bed.
Vox thrashed against his restraints, his shape lagging and distorting where the binds held him. But even his real demonic body would be nothing against pure angelic power.
âSir! I mean, Iâm doing you a favor.â Vox protested, unable to help himself but trying to gab his way out. âThe projectionistâhe sent me where Alastor spends the most time in the hotel.â
Lucifer raised his eyebrows, his black lips suddenly pressed into a lineâlike a toddler with a secret. Vox was too busy pleading to notice. âYou realize this means Alastor must have been spying on you, right? So so Iâm letting you know! No need to get your feathers in a fluff!â
âI decide when to fluff myself!â Lucifer snapped back, before making a face. âThat sounded wrong, didnât it?â
Vox opened his mouth, only to have it filled with static.
âYes, darling, it did.â When a shadow stepped up from the half-lit room.
âWell now, Vox. Youâve gotten yourself into quite a conundrum, havenât you?â The radio demonâs eyes burned with amusement and his sharp grin grew impossibly wider as he took in the scene. âDelightful to see you stooped so low as to rifle through my rivalâs chambers.â
âHold the fuck up.â Voxâs screen flashed red. âYouâre calling him your rival now?â
Alastor and Lucifer glanced at each other, the angelâs face giving away more than the radio demonâs ever-present grin.
Vox was too outraged to notice. âWeâve been at each otherâs throats for fucking decades and suddenly this guy waltzes in!â He thrashed against his binds again. âAnd youâre making enemy goo-goo eyes at each other?!â
Alastorâs glee was practically luminescent. âMy my, I did take you for the jealous type. But this, my good man, is a new low.â He leaned forward, arms folded neatly behind his back as the light of Voxâs screen glinted off teethâand he twisted the knife in. âThough I hardly need to look to the king of hell to find a more interesting company than your static-filled nuisance.â
âYou smug son of aââ Vox leaned against his restraint, ready to bash his monitor into Alastorâs faceâwhen the radio demon was suddenly a safe distance away.
Lucifer stepped in front of Alastor and stuck a sharp heel squarely into the captive demonâs chest. The hologram flickered, but somehow held, tied in place by the divine rope lashed around him.
âWatch your tone, buddy boy.â Lucifer gave a contemptuous sneer, about as much as his diminutive form could manage.
âNow, now. Where are your manners, my friend?â Alastor chided, practically gleaming with sanctimoniousness. He loomed just behind the angel, his red-tipped fingers curling over Luciferâs shoulders in a way that was almostâŠno, it couldnât be. This was Alastor. And Vox knew damn well the radio demon didnât invite contact.
âI do adore it when you are ruthless, Your Majesty.â Alastorâs voice had gone smooth, almost purring.
Voxâs screen flashed, like his circuits couldnât compute an obvious flirtation from Alastor.
Even if Luciferâs answering chuckle and the tilt of his head towards the smiling demon brought their faces closer than Vox had ever seen a living being get to his old nemesis. If they were still alive.
âWell now, Alastor, you old dog,â Vox taunted, seeing Alastorâs ears flick with irritation. âIf I didnât know ya better, Iâd say ya needed the King of Hell to fight your battles for you now.â
The radio demon straightened up, stiff as a rod, and Vox knew heâd dug under Alastorâs skin. Lucifer bore his heel further into Voxâs chest. If this projected body could bleed, he might be already.
âAs ever, Vox, I am more than capable of handling you myself.â His smile twitched. âBut why get my hands dirty when I can watch the master at work?â
âHeâs your master now, huh? Is the untouchable Alastor cozying up to the big boss down stairs?â Vox snapped.
Radio static burst through the room. Alastor answered to no one. And no one would imply otherwise. But, before he could put the demon in his place, the angel in front of him had to go blustering and bleeding heart.
âListen here, you big piece of shit!â Lucifer glowered, his red pupils disappearing in a terrifying radiance. âSay anything like that again, and I will personally ensure that you spend the rest of eternity in Hellâs deepest, darkest, shittiest sewer. Got it flat face?â
The angel yanked the captive demon forward, until his projected form was glitching all out of shape. Lucifer, the sweet fool he was, looked up at the smiling demon like a cat that had presented him with a half-dead mouse.
Unfortunately, Alastor loved cats. And dying things.
He had to regain control somehow. And that meant reigning in the devil himself.
âYou say the sweetest things when youâre threatening my enemies.â Alastorâs slender fingers gripped Luciferâs face, curling deftly around the angelâs chin, and pulling the blondeâs gaze back to him.
It worked like a charm, perhaps too well.
Lucifer leaned into the touch, his cheeks impossibly redder, and his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When he opened them again, they were filled with an emotion that even Alastor could not be prepared for.
Leaving him unguarded for what happened next.
Lucifer, the sweet fool that he was, surged forward to kiss Alastor. Right in front of a gaping Vox.
The radio demon should be livid. He made it clear their personal lives were not for public consumptionâin any form.
Only for the petite archangel to hold nothing back in his gaze every time their eyes met.
So, why was Alastor melting into the press of lips, regardless of who was watching?
A shiver ran down Alastorâs spine, taken in by the fierce protectiveness in that kiss. Misguided, clumsy, foolhardy, and vowed to shield him from harm with everything he had.
Which would be just lovely, if Alastor didnât have to consider the crumbling reputation heâd just glued back together.
But, when his red eyes found Vox, already wearing a brilliant smile like he meant to expose this level of affection all alongâhe saw something he should have expected.
The television demonâs eyes widened in shock, circuits buzzing with disbelief. His screen went blank like heâd overload, until the color blocked test pattern displayed the words âplease stand by.â Like his entire system had to reboot.
Heâd stunned the picture boxâand that, the radio demon could work with.
âWhat the fuck, Alastor?â Vox crackled, outrage written over his features. âYou donât like being touched! Isnât that your whole damn shtick?â
Crimson eyes slid to Vox with barely concealed loathing. Alastor tutted, lips curling in a mocking sneer. Soaking in that glorious, irrational, jealousy.
âOh, I donât.â Alastor said simply, turning a softer smile to Lucifer, knowing the Overlord was watching with wrapt attention. âNot by just anyone, and particularly not by you, Vox.â
Voxâs screen fritzed again, eyes flashing with fury.
âOh-ho, I know that green-eyed monster when I see it~â Lucifer taunted in a sing-song voice. His hand tightened around Alastorâs waist.
âThis all started with your silly little obsession, did it not?â Alastor mused with a dark chuckle. And the radio demon, utterly amused with this revelation from his rival, leaned in to the assumption. âWhen did you realize your propositions to have me on your team turned into utterly pathetic advances?â
âCocky fucking bastard!â Voxâs voice distorted and crackled. âDonât act so high and mighty! You just found a higher power to whore yourself out to!â The Vox hologram rocked violently against its bindings, wild with jealous rage, somehow even more deranged and unhinged without a corporeal form to ground it.
Static burst throughout the room, lights flickering and shadows distorting. As Alastorâs smile stayed perfectly in place.
The radio demon leaned forward, teeth glinting with pure malice as he tapped his microphone against Voxâs screen, making the cyan distortion appear again.
âIf you think it wise to spread gossip about me, by way of blackmailing Our KingâŠon your head, be it.â He said in a sadistic purr. âNo one will believe a thing you saw here.â
Over his shoulder, he felt his shadows banished. Lucifer had his back with a flash of divine light and power.
And nothing felt better than rubbing salt into Voxâs wounded ego.
Alastor reached out a clawed hand, pressing the tip of a nail into the hologramâs chest. The projection wavered and warped under his touch, but still provided a just hint of resistance.
âThen again, this isnât really you, is it?â
He felt Luciferâs hand tighten at his waist. âItâs a hell projection dear, â he explained, his voice amused. âMeant to torture sinners by allowing them to touch, but never be touched in return.â
âOh.â Alastorâs ears perked up. âHow inspiringly cruel.â
He straightened up, shooting Lucifer a wicked smile, before he grabbed the shorter man by the lapels, and shoved the angel back into Voxâs lap.
Both men appeared completely taken aback.
Voxâs screen glitched between showing his two-dimensional eyes wide with excitement and indignation.
âAl, you sure about this?â Luciferâs face was painted with the same shock, but with a bit of delight curling his lips. Wondering if the radio demon was serious.
Alastor caught his eye with a smirk. His long nimble fingers making quick work of the buttons, revealing the scarlet dress shirt and black suspenders underneathâshedding his coat entirely and tossing it onto the bed.
Vox had never seen Alastor in a scrap less of clothing before, and those slim shoulders and narrow waist made something hot and hungry twist in his gut.
Lucifer was already reaching for the demon, knowing this was the signal that his partner wanted to be handled.
Alastor moved to straddle the King of Hell with his long legs, caging his rival overlord as well, while he captured the angelâs mouth in a searing kiss.
Lucifer groaned against his lips.
âI can still fucking see you sick perverts!â Vox snarled, face burning with humiliated fury.
Vox was having a conniption. Since when did Alastor let anyone touch him, let alone paw at him and his immaculate clothes? But here the radio demon was, sitting astride Luciferâs lap, and kissing him like he wanted to devour him.
Alastor tsked, wagging a chiding finger as he nuzzled against Luciferâs cheek with a rumbling purr.
Vox watched Luciferâs hand slide down the demonâs waist, gripping his hips to pull him in even closer.
Alastorâs low chuckle met the gesture, that clawed hand grabbing the chair behind the other demonâs head. As he lifted his hips and rolled them against Luciferâs.
Through his eyelids, Alastor could see Voxâs screen flashing and flickering, a sound of disgustâand abject envy hitting the deer demonâs ears.
Though his delight at Voxâs outrage was shriveling in comparison to the familiar delight of Luciferâs hands on him. Heâd never wanted for touch, never felt so starved without it, until the first time heâd felt the angelâs lips on his own. Now, he was always famished.
âGet off me, you sick fucks!â Vox snarled, struggling against his bonds as he tried to buck them off.
With a sharp intake of breath, Lucifer pulled away from the kiss. A sly grin played on his lips as he cast a fleeting glance at the flat screen mounted behind him. âVoxy might not really be here.â he purred, his hands sliding up along Alastorâs torso, hooking into the black suspenders he wore, and the demon let himself be pulled forward. Just to see the TV glitch. âBut I can feel him getting hard.â
The television behind Lucifer flashed a brilliant, blushing red and Alastor laughed at this tantalizing little tidbit.
He leaned in, his forehead pressed to the angelâs as he murmured. âWhat a shame I cannot be recordedâŠâ he taunted, his lips drawn over the angels with pure want and sweetness that he gave to no one else. âI suppose you shall have to commit it to memory.â
âFuck you both,â Vox growled, his projection flickering with impotent rage. Practically frothing at the mouth. Because beneath the anger and the jealousyâwas the shameful desire. The longing to be touched and wanted by Alastor the way Lucifer was.
âOh, you wish chatter box.â The angel snorted, only to have the radio demonâs claws pull his attention back.
âNo, Iââ Vox couldnât even get the protest out of his mouth. It wasâŠhe couldnât be jealous of Lucifer? Or AlastorâŠOrâŠboth.
He didnât know anymore, and that was the greatest torture of all.
The two seemed too lost in each other to give much of a damn about him.
âDarling~â Alastor purred, moving to stand with as much grace as he could manage in this state. Causing two breaths to hitch. âI thinkâŠwe need some privacy. Donât you?â
âMm, couldnât agree more.â Luciferâs eyes sparkled as he stood and ran his hands up Alastorâs chest, finding his tie and undoing it with deft fingers. Before pulling his collar to bring him back nose to nose. âI want you all to myself.â
A full-body shudder rippled through the lean demon at the intimate words and touch. Theyâd been playing a game of teasing, hardly doing anything more heavy than pettingâbut it seemed Lucifer was ready for more than just a little light handling.
The angelâs fingers slipped into Alastorâs hair, tilting his head back and leaving a searing trail down his neck, popping open the collar of his shirt in his wake.
Exposing more of his skin than Alastor intended.
âP-Perhaps we shouldnât give our...captive audience too much of a peep show,â Alastor managed, static crackling around the words.
Lucifer pulled back, reading something through Alastorâs stiff smile. âOh, Alâ!â
The demon pressed his pointed fingers to the angelâs lips, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. Clumsy as ever, but affectionately honest. And Alastor wanted to kiss the apology off of his lips.
âYou canât just leave me here!â Voxâs screen flickered and glitched, his useless hands clenching at his side. âWhile you go off andââ
Vox couldnât even finish the thought, his mind rebelling at the images that flashed before his eyes. Alastor and Lucifer, tangled together in the sheets, their bodies moving as one. Alastorâs head thrown back in ecstasy, Luciferâs name falling from his lips like a prayer.
The real men in front of them were leaning into each other again, like they couldnât surface from each other long enough to care that Vox was here.
Alastor nipped at Luciferâs ear, voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur only they could hear. A thrilled laugh spilled from the fallen angel at whatever filthy suggestion was offered.
âYouâre a singularly wicked thing,â he praised, squeezing Alastorâs hip meaningfully. âWouldnât dream of denying you.â
With a casual flick of one hand, the glowing angelic bindings holding Vox constricted suddenly, forcing his projection into an awkward, hunched position on the chair.
Alastor smirked at the muffled noise of frustration.
Alastor sauntered over to where Voxâs bound projection fought against its ethereal bonds. He tsked in mock disappointment, crouching down to meet those twinkling electronic eyes, seeing how they darted to the open collar of his shirt.
And how the rope criss-crossed his screen, gagging Vox at last.
âSuch unbecoming behavior from an esteemed colleague,â he chided, all velvet and menace. âThough I canât say Iâm surprisedâyou were always dreadfully uncouth.â
Voxâs screen flashed furiously, the test pattern barely holding. Alastor watched the frantic display with undisguised relish.
âNo witty comebacks? No desperate pleas?â He feigned a pout. âDisappointing. Then again, you always are.â
Straightening, Alastorâs microphone staff materialized in one hand with a crackle of static. He gave it an experimental twirl, grinning madly.
âItâs just a shame you wonât be able to feel yourself burning in the lake of fire.â With an oddly graceful sweep of the staff, a swirling vortex sparked to life at their feetâa hellish portal yawning open. Searing brimstone fumes billowed forth, carrying the roar of raging flames.
âDo enjoy the sight of your flesh melting though, ta-ta!â Alastor gave a teasing wave as Voxâs projection was lashed with his shadow tentacles, and dragged into the fiery pit itself.
Lucifer watched the whole display with rapt amusement from the bed, crimson eyes glittering. As Alastor turned back towards him, snapping away the vortex with a casual flick, the fallen angel reclined with unabashed hunger written across his handsome features.
âI do love it when you do you evil, Al.â The angel grinned, popping onto his boots. âItâs hot as hell.â
Alastor rolled his eyes at the terrible pun, but couldnât help the little laugh that escaped him. The man wore his heart on his sleeve to an embarrassing extent.
What made Alastor find it so inexplicably pleasing?
âThen you must be perpetually hot and bothered. Sounds like a terrible state of affairs to be in.â
âNot one you can relate to, huh?â Lucifer grinned, wrapping his arms around Alastorâs tapered waist.
The taller demon ducked, smirking only broader when he stayed just out of the reach of the Luciferâs lips, to the Kingâs visible frustration.
âI may relate, as of late.â
That was all the shorter man needed to reach up and grab Alastor in for another kiss.
âI can help with that.â Lucifer offered sweetly, pointed fingers curling into the radio demonâs hair to demand a deeper kiss.
Lucifer, with a level of gracelessness that was miraculous for an angel, pushed Alastor back onto his rumpled bed.
The slender radio demon's body relaxed into the mattress, his long legs splayed indignantlyâso he thought. Though there was no hint of mirth in his loverâs yellow eyes.
Lucifer was already on top of him, forked tongue sliding past his lips with desperate need.
Alastor felt Lucifer's sharp teeth glided along his jaw, marking a trail of small kisses down his length of neck.âImpatient, are we?â Alastor attempted a tease, but his ever-practiced voice faulter under the angelâs undaunted enthusiasm.
âOh, honey. I know how getting one over on someone gets you going.â He lifted his head, only to waggle those damn eyebrows. âDo you want me to slow down?â
Lesiurely, Lucifer made a scorching path down the demonâs chest and torso, pushing apart his blood red shirt inch by inch.
âFuck you.â Alastor gripped at his golden blonde hair, trying to shove his head down further.
Lucifer resisted the force like a tiger swatted by a house catâsending another thrill down the demonâs spine.
The angel was pausing to swirl his tongue into the grooved indents of lean muscle and hipbones. Luciferâs clever mouth worked lower stillâuntil finally he freed Alastorâs hard cock and enveloped him in the welcoming heat of the angelâs mouth.
The radio demon arched up from the bed with a strangled cry of static, clawing at the crimson sheets as Luciferâs mischievous skills swiftly robbed him of breath and higher cognition. Alastorâs legs fell open wider as debauched sounds hissed from between his teeth.
Lucifer hummed his approval around his mouthful, that damned tongue of his flicking ceaslessly as he sucked Alastor down.
The demon was already trembling under him. Too damn easily.
Only when Alastorâs sounds reached a true crescendo of desperation did Lucifer finally pull back with a filthy pop.
âMy, my...it seems the great Alastor turns quite tame with just a little bit of attention,â Lucifer purred, sinuously licking his lips clean.
âConsider yourself fortunate that pride flatters you, darling.â Alastor snarled hoarsely, eyes burning crimson and fangs bared as radio noise crackled around him.
With a snap of Alastor fingers, their clothes vanished, only to appear folded neatly on the nearby chair.
Lucifer quirked a brow as Alastor reached down to hastily prep himself. The radio demonâs long fingers deftly worked, slicking himself with conjured lubricant.
âDonât keep me waiting,â Alastor growled out the demand.
Luciferâs grin stretched wider, all too eager to oblige.
He surged up to capture that snarling mouth in a hungry, devouring kiss. Pinning Alastorâs wiry body back against the bed, careful to align perfectly with the demonâs entranceâbefore snapping forward in a brutal thrust.
Alastor threw his head back with a guttural groan of blissful torment.
Static discharged in a blistering wave, scattering signals and causing lights to flicker in their room. The radio demonâs slender fingers scrabbled for purchase, digging into Luciferâs back as his legs wrapped vice-tight around the angelâs powerful body.
Lucifer leaned in close, to the constant rumble coming from the demonâs stretched lips.
âGrowl for me all you like, my dear,â he purred darkly. âI know exactly what you need.â
Lucifer set a punishing paceâplunging into Alastorâs willing warmth over and over.
The demon keened brazenly beneath him. Clinging with a desperation that belied centuries of scheming and solitude, finally crumbling to primal need.
Their power swirled and clashed in wild waves.
Alastorâs shadows swirled and snarled, his eyes burning bright in the room's dark as he fought to keep them open, his teeth gnashed together.
Luciferâs vast angelic grace respondedâsix resplendent wings unfurling in stark juxtapositionâkeeping Alastorâs demonic power in eclipsed beneath him.
The angel groaned deep in his chest at that exquisite sight his tightly buttoned partner made when he finaly let go. He drank it in with reverence.
And that undeniable dominant power shattered the last strand of Alastorâs restraint.
He came with a harsh cry, clenching to the angelâs cock as he came. Making a mess of them both, knowing that was exactly what Lucifer wanted before he was spent inside Alastor.
Lucifer panted harshly, sweat beading his brow as the pleasure rolled through him.
For long moments, they simply clung together, chests heaving and hearts pounding violently.
Lucifer nuzzled into the crook of Alastorâs neck, relishing their closeness, the scent and taste of his loverâs bliss. He felt utterly sated, lethargic in the most delicious way.
Alastor panted still, almost silently, arm thrown over his face as he attempted to compose himself. Hiding his mouth as he drew ragged breaths.
But when at last Lucifer made to pull away, shadowy tendrils lashed around his waist, refusing to let him go.
Alastor whimpered faintly as he drew the fallen angel back down atop him, long limbs winding around Lucifer to keep him nestled close.
The blonde chuckled, the sound warm with fond amusement as he happily settled in the circle of Alastorâs embrace.
Trailing reverent touches along those deceptively delicate features, he murmured, âMy sweet little deer demon...â
A ragged growl vibrated low in Alastorâs chest at the endearment. But there was no real threat behind it as he clung to Luciferâsoaking up every caress, every brush of affection in still, sated bliss.
When Luciferâs fingers carded through his disheveled hair, he even leaned subtly into the intimate touch like a cat being stroked.
âHush now,â Lucifer purred, placing a soft kiss to Alastorâs brow. âLet me take care of you...â
Alastorâs only response was a halfhearted grumble as he tucked his face into the curve of Luciferâs neck, content to let the former archangel dote on him.
Just for now.
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