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Vox sent a message to Alastor the only way he knew Alastor would receive it, via the radio. His message was short yet efficient; 'How's your Holy Suffrage, Bambi?' Surprisingly but pleasantly, Alastor actually showed his face at the threat. He tried to keep himself in control, that stupid smile still firm. His presence demanded respect and most would be quick to offer this to save their souls from being consumed in a literal manner. Vox knew he had the high ground, though. He knew he was currently untouchable, even if Alastor didn't yet know that. Composed footsteps approached his office in a steady rhythm. Vox, despite himself, straightened his tie and checked himself out in the mirror to make sure he was looking his finest. Hiding his excitement poorly, he stood in front of his desk, hands folded behind his back. The radio demon entered with a calm smile plastered on his face. To the average sinner, Alastor was calm and controlled. Vox knew better, he knew the tells that showed the slight stress he tried his best to mask behind confidence. The way his smile was pulled just slightly too tight in the corners, the slight rage in those scarlet eyes. Vox knew him all too well. "Ah, Allie! How are we doing today, baby?" He asked, scooping up a small stack of papers and USB drive before going over to shake his hand like he would any other business associate. The smile was pulled tighter at the nicknames, causing Vox's own grin to stretch across his screen.

Alastor brushed his hand off onto Vox's suit after the exchange and the media overlord could hardly hold back a chuckle at making the radio demon squirm, even just a bit. "Let's not waste time now, picture box. Why in the seven rings would you bother me with cryptic messages? Are you truly that lonely that you have to resort to trying to tug my pigtails like some schoolboy with a misplaced crush?" He taunted. Vox bristled before straightening himself and clearing his throat. Alastor was mad, he was mad because Vox had the upper hand and they both knew it. "Why, Al~ I just wanted to check up on an 'old pal.' After the hit you took, I assumed more than just your pride would be hurt. Want to let ol' Voxxy take a peek to kiss it better?" He mocked with an overly gushy tone. Alastor shuddered silently at the thought. "Vox, I am aware news has been slow, but making up headlines is low, even for you." With that, he turned, not liking where this was going. Hand reaching for the door, Vox panicked. "I have evidence, you know." Alastor froze and Vox grinned. He was right back to where the head of the Vees wanted him.

"Now, be a good boy and come back here." Alastor clenched his fist, before turning back to face the TV. "Why don't you have a seat?" He offered, pulling a chair out for him. Alastor folded his arms, ears pinning in displeasure. "I'm alright, thank you." He grit out. Vox frowned with a scowl. "Sit. I insist." He pointed to the seat again until he watched his old friend take his offer. With a push of a button, every wall in the room projected the defeat of the radio demon. Vox smiled with satisfaction as he watched the masked horror grow on his rival's face. "I have every intention of airing this. As you've said, news has been slow." He explained nonchalantly. Alastor stood, eyes changed to dials and antlers growing to a 10 rack. "Don't you start now, Bambi." He teased. "You can kill me, but you'll never find the evidence. The video will go out without a hitch and there is nothing you can do to stop me." He laughed. Alastor glared at him. "So why even send the warning? Some taunt before you do it? You could have gotten away without being killed before your precious little broadcast." He growled. "Mmm maybe. But you still have a chance to change my mind. I don't have to send it out. I'm the only one who can stop it. If you do as you're told, maybe I'll find the time to find a new headline." Alastor glowered at him. "And what pray tell would that be? This isn't another horrible attempt at you asking me to join your pathetic team, is it now?" Vox looked to his claws in dismissal. "If it is?" Alastor laughed. "Then the answer is obviously no, my dear. I'd never associate myself with that insect you work with."  Vox scowled. "You aren't in much of a position to refuse, baby. It's either join my team, or I ruin your reputation. What do you think will happen when everyone finds out the 'untouchable' radio demon is anything but? You're injured, Alastor. This is Hell. You'd be lucky to live through the morning." Alastor continued to glare at the scrap metal before him. He knew as well as Vox did how correct that statement was. Maybe one couldn't, but he had enough enemies out there to warrant some concern about his injury being revealed. "I don't want to join your team, Vox." The overlord smirked. "Oh, I know, sweetie. But you don't have much else to offer." Alastor scowled again, growling a bit quietly. "I'll give you a whole hour to think it through. But you'll be doing it right here with me. I'm a busy guy so we'll need to reach a conclusion sooner rather than later." 

"How about..." They'd been going at it for nearly an hour, only five minutes remaining. Alastor didn't have much to offer Vox that he'd actually want...besides...him. "I will sleep with you once. One night with me, in exchange, I want that video destroyed in every medium." Vox spat out his drink at the offer. He'd never thought of-well...he HAD, but he never thought Alastor would EVER agree to it. He was thinking the most he could do would be coaxing a blowjob out of him to climb the ranks and be his right hand. "One night?" He was a businessman though; he knew he could get more. "For one night, I'd consider holding onto the footage and not airing it immediately. How about whenever I damn well please? I'd consider that, that deal might be worth keeping this secret between us. Hm?" Alastor looked disgusted. "Absolutely not! I'd be willing to do it maybe...twice? Thrice at most." he held up two fingers, then three to indicate his point. Vox pouted. "Hmm...Nope. This is definitely worth more than two or three nights of sex. You know, Al. I'm starting to think you really don't care what I do with this tape. Maybe you like getting beat to a bloody pulp, maybe you want everyone to know and you can let it happen again and again? I know I enjoyed watching you. Got off to it, a few times actually." Alastor looked disgusted at the notion he'd used his defeat as jerk off material. "Oh, don't be a prude, Bambi. Your moans in pain were gorgeous." He laughed. "How about this." He clapped his hands together. "One night of my choosing every month, 12 hours. You join me at my tower. I'm allowed to do whatever I like with you during that time. Your body and mind are mine for that time. This is my final offer. The clock is ticking; thirty seconds and the video airs. Think what you will about modern tech, but the internet it forever." Alastor looked at the clock and back to the extended hand. He could do this. Angel Dust endured far worse every day and he was stronger than that spider. "Tick tock." Vox mocked. "10-9-8-7-6-" He could handle this. He could do this. Once he was recovered enough, he would just kill Vox and the deal would be void. "3-2-" Alastor grabbed his hand. "Deal." Vox's face brightened, red eye swirling. "Wonderful." 

He snapped his fingers, and the timer stopped before it hit zero. "I'll see you tomorrow-" Alastor shot up. "I have a month!" Vox smirked. "Nope. Tomorrow is the last of the month. I get you tomorrow for this month and whatever day I want later for the next month. Oh, wear something cute. I want to see some skin." He squeezed Alastor's cheeks between clawed hands, pinching slightly. "Remember, I still keep the video. You try anything and I'll have it aired." He went right back to behind his desk to get back to work. "You're dismissed for now."

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Alastor showed up the next evening in his suit, refusing to adhere to Vox's request to where something more revealing. He was still in charge of himself until the sex began. Vox couldn't tell him what to do until then. He was buzzed into the tower, and he was happy to see the Vees employees just as frightened of him as they had been yesterday. Ideally, this would continue for the foreseeable future. He strode confidently into Vox's office. The lousy box was still working, good. It was already 6:00 in the evening, with only another 6 hours in the month, he was excited to cheat Vox 6 of his hours. He'd take the small wins for now. Vox looked up, pleased smile dropping. "Alastor, I believe I asked something of you for when you arrived. Are you truly so old you're suffering memory loss?" He teased, although with a frown. "I remember, don't fret. I think I'd rather not though." Vox pushed himself up. "I didn't ask if you wanted to, I told you to." He grabbed Alastor and tugged him along. Alastor tried to pull against him but found the now invisible chain keeping him pliant. He brought him to his private chambers and handed him pretty basic lingerie, a mesh top and lacy panties. "Put those on. Since you're wasting my time, I'll at least take pleasure in watching a little strip show." He clapped his hands, settling on the bed. "Hop to it." Alastor growled, gripping the lace tightly, on the verge of tearing it. He grumbled to himself as he undid his bow tie, unraveling it from around his neck and folding neatly. "I don't have all night to watch you be the world's slowest stripper. Faster. Don't bother folding them, drop em on the floor." He ordered. Alastor glared at him before unbuttoning his coat and hesitantly dropping it on the floor. He began on his shirt, removing his sock garters to procrastinate a bit. "Ha! Knew you had gross little hooves." Vox mocked. Alastor growled. 

Stripped bare, he tried to put on the lingerie for what little coverage they would offer. "Hup!" Vox held a hand up. "Lemme get a look at what I'm working with." He beckoned him over. Alastor tried to work the panties and bra on before his legs carried him all the way to the picture box. Vox grumbled at his meddling. His looked to the deer, sticking a finger in the hem of the lace, pulling it down slightly. "...What's this-NO FUCKING WAY!" The elastic snapped back to the deer's narrow waist. "How can you be such a fucking prude when you're so fucking sexy? Bra off now. I need to check something!" Alastor growled in a static buzz, looking away as he drew the cups up. "Fuuuck!" Vox laughed. "You've got TITS too? Were you ever going to tell me? I thought we were friends!" Alastor snarled at him. "I'd sooner tear your head off." Vox chuckled. "We'll see, darling. Now." He patted his lap. "Hop up, you little freak. I'm tired from work, so you're gonna help me get my pants off." He ordered. Alastor made a face, nose crinkling in disgust at the idea. Vox smirked at his hesitation. A blue chain appeared in his hands, tugging the deer forward onto the bed and on his face. "Mmm blue looks sexy on you." He purred, unzipping his pants. "Up. I want you to see what I have just for you." He commanded. Alastor sat up slowly glaring at the other. "Now, my friend isn't shy, but Harry does appreciate a proper greeting before we delve in." Alastor huffed out a dry laugh. "You named your cock?" He asked in disbelief. Vox nodded. "Uh yeah. I name all of them, less confusing that way." Alastor blinked; he must have misheard-All of them? "Harry's good ol' 8 incher. I have smaller ones and bigger ones, but I think I want to stretch you out a bit, not tear you in half." Alastor looked equal parts confused and disgusted and a bit horrified.

Peeling his boxers back, a dark blue cock sprung free, bobbing eagerly. "Oh, look how excited you make him!" Vox praised jokingly. "Now, kiss him good evening." He ordered and Alastor honest to Satan LAUGHED because Vox could NOT be serious. But Vox only quirked a brow. Vox tugged the chained leash again. "Now. You've wasted enough time." Alastor growled, leaning down and giving the quickest most chaste kiss he could muster, barely even letting his lips touch the head. Vox pulled the chain again. "You can do better. It's dry in here. Be a pal and help Harry with that. Alastor grimaced and spat onto the cock from where he sat. "Oh, that's hot! But not exactly what I'm looking for. If you're going to be a stupid slut, I'll be more direct. Take the head into your mouth and lick it from in there. No biting-In faaact!" Vox leaned over, pulling out a drawer in his bedside table. Alastor peered over anxiously to see what Vox was going to try and make him do now. It appeared to be a...belt of some kind, black leather and a...strange plastic loop thing in the front. "What the fuck?" He pushed himself back, only to be pulled back by the burning blue metal. "Stay~" Vox whisper, pulling him closer and holding the item up. "You know what this is, baby?" Alastor glared at the device, he didn't trust that the true answer or a lie would work, so he remained quiet. Vox smirked. "I'll take that as a no. Don't worry, doll, I'll show you." He pulled him in for a heated kiss, pulling the belt thingy around Alastor's face and putting the plastic part into his mouth before clasping the leather straps together. His tongue was pressed down, almost lulling out of his mouth. "What the fuck?" Is what he meant to say; what actually came out was, "Whu ah uck?" Vox chuckled darkly, putting one clawed hand on the back of his head and tugged him forward. Vox pulled himself forward, thrusting into the open mouth, Alastor could taste the salty liquid that was beading at the top as it began rubbing against his tongue.

The hand placed on his head pushed him down until half the cock was down his throat and he was gagging, drool trickling down the base with tears stinging his eyes. "Oh fuck! Bambi, you are so talented with that mouth!" He praised. Oddly, it made Alastor's stomach flutter a bit. "Oooooh...look at those pretty little tears, precious!" Vox pumped his hips rapidly, panting like a bitch in heat. Drool was trickling down the deer's chin and Vox's cock. Alastor struggled not to cough as the appendage was repeatedly abusing his throat and mouth. "Alastor-huff huff- Ooooohh-HO! Alastor! Pretty little doe! You like that? Gonna make you choke so hard!" Alastor squinted through the tears trickling down flushed cheeks. "Feel good baby? Tell me how good you feel! How good I make you feel!" He panted. A ridiculous request, he could hardly gather oxygen at the moment. "Answer me, bitch!" Vox snapped, pulling him back off his throbbing hot cock. Alastor gasped, coughing for a second before the chain was yet again yanked forward harshly. "Fuck-cough- you!" He managed as he caught his breath. Vox growled, yanking the chain again. "Answer the fucking question, bitch!" He repeated. Alastor glowered up at him through sweaty bangs. "Felt..." He didn't really know how to answer the question, despite the command. It wasn't good, but it also wasn't the worst. He was slapped upside the head. "I said tell me how good you feel, stop overthinking it!" He demanded. "...Felt...good..." He didn't know what else Vox wanted to hear. Vox smiled, stroking the hair he had been yanking seconds before. "Good boy."

Alastor was laid out on the soft sheets, Vox took a knee in both hands and spread them apart, hooking a clawed finger into the lace panties with Vs woven throughout. He yanked the panties down and tossed them to the side, forgotten for now as he focused his energy on the only thing that really mattered, Alastor. "See?" He purred, rubbing his cupped hand over the dripping cunt. "Knew you liked it. Bet it felt really good to finally get some serious action. Last time we had a chat this personal, you admitted you've never let anyone hit it before; is that still true, doll face?" He asked, sharp blue teeth glimmering in the dim lights. Alastor's face was scrunched up in discomfort and bewilderment at this, likely unfamiliar, situation. Vox clicked his tongue. "I don't have all night to get answers from that slutty mouth." He complained, getting up from the bed and grabbing a chest from the walk-in closet by the bathroom. "You wanna be bad, we can be bad~" He cooed lovingly, reaching into the box and pulling out blessed ropes. He yanked them tight in his hands, showing them off before grabbing Alastor's wrist. Survival instincts tried to fight against his deal, and he squirmed and thrashed as much as he could while Vox tied his wrists together and to the headboard. Alastor still squirmed as much as he was able to under the weakening power of their deal. Vox tied his thighs to his calves and grabbed another belt like object. "I wanna hear you scream, but I have a feeling it'll take a while to get you there. So for now..." He strapped the belt thingy with a red ball into the deer's mouth yet again, only this time, there was no area to breathe through. He had to rely completely on his nose. "There we go...So much better!" Vox clapped his hands together before getting back to his position in between Alastor's thighs. "Where to start...where to start..." He rubbed his hands together, looking over Alastor's body like a fine feast he had been starved from for a week or more. "I think we can start with that pretty pussy of yours, then we'll see how I'm feeling after that." He decided. 

He lubed up his twitching dick, still having a bit of Alastor's saliva on it. The deer was trying to close his legs, Vox allowed this whether his Bambi knew it or not. Vox enjoyed a bit of a fight at the moment, but if Alastor ever got too wildly out of control, he'd pull on that leash so hard the deer would choke. Maybe he'd spank him for good measure and totally NOT because the mere thought made his dick throb in delight. He pushed the legs apart, lining himself up with the slick cunt. He pushed in one fluid motion; all 8 inches were pressed into that deliciously tight heat. Surprised to hear Alastor scream after all. Darling put up the facade of being a big strong buck, but Vox knew now that he was nothing more than a demure doe, waiting to be fucked. "Oh, is someone sensitive? Don't worry, daddy's gonna take real good care of you~" Alastor growled from behind his gag at that statement, especially the last part. "Oh? Didn't like that?" Vox pumped his hips flush against the other's again, earning a staticky moan from behind that gag. "Oh...Al! I'm gonna fucking RUIN you!" He decided.

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Vox spread the folds, revealing the used clit of the gagged deer as cum dribbled out and onto the bed. He rubbed the heated skin with one hand while his other crawled up the tan fur, slipping it under the bra to play with the pert nipple. "Oh-hoo~ Someone is getting a bit aroused, huh?" He snickered. Alastor glared at him; a snarl would be present if it weren't for the large red ball stuffed into his mouth. "I am going to have you dripping!" He promised, rubbing a bit harder against the little nub, causing the deer's legs to quake a bit as he struggled against instinct to spread them farther. He spread the slick throughout the folds, massaging them in as he heard pathetic little whimpers through the gag. He suddenly plunged two fingers in causing the man to scream out around the ball gag. He smirked with those sharp blue teeth as his eyes became half-lidded. "You like that? Tell me how you feel, tell me what you need." He scissored him open, allowing more fluids to drip out as whimpers became needy moans. "Knew you'd like it." Alastor's eyes were clouded over as he experienced another building orgasm. "Do you deserve my cock? Have you been a good boy?" He asked, slowly removing his thoroughly soaked fingers. Alastor whined at the loss before he could catch himself. Once he realized the noises he was making, a record screech could be heard, and he began to thrash again. "Clearly not." Vox grumbled before another smile took his face. "Guess I'll have to find another means of pleasure until you start to behave." He climbed up farther, sitting on the small stomach, cock heavy with want as it laid across the deer's fuzzy body. He lifted the lacy bra, letting two fluffy flesh mounds bounce free. He cupped one in hand as he looked into the deer's eyes-his SHUT eyes. That wouldn't do. "Hey! Look at me while I'm fucking you!" He ordered, making his chain reappear and yanking on it hard enough to cause his fellow overlord to gasp as his eyes shot open. "Good~" He purred. He placed his dick in-between the two small mounds, pushing them together with one hand on either boob. "Fuck!" He barked, tongue lolling out as he began to thrust himself into his little flesh light. Alastor was glaring at him as much as he was able as the dick poked his chin over and over. 

"Did you learn your lesson, doll?" He cooed darkly, sitting above the panting deer and his cum covered chin. "Alright, I'm gonna need a minute-" Alastor huffed dryly, as if he cared that Vox wouldn't be shoving that thing in him again for a bit. His jaw was starting to ache though, it would be nice if he could get this gag removed. He had no idea how Angel Dust managed to do things like this every fucking DAY! Something seemed to spark in Vox's eyes that Alastor felt he should be weary of, but whatever it was involved the TV bastard removing the ball in his mouth. Alastor let his jaw relax as it cracked closed, closing his eyes for a moment of relaxing. Vox deprived him of this about three seconds later by shoving his tongue inside his mouth. Alastor was well and truly shocked, although whether or not he should have been was up for debate. Vox moaned into this assault, one hand on either side of the redhead's face as he pushed in farther. Alastor's eyes were wide open as he bit down on the invading appendage. "AGH!!" Vox shot up, blood trickling down his flatscreen. "Bitch?" He snarled down at the smug faced deer. "I said NO BITING!" He growled. Alastor chewed on the flesh in his mouth for a moment before spitting it back out. "You said that earlier. How was I to know you wanted that now?" Vox snarled; one eye swirling. "You wanna play that game? Fine. Let's play." 

He held the deer's face in place so he couldn't squirm away as his hypnotic eye took effect. "You are so fucking horny for me, aren't you?" He purred out, bordering on lovingly. "You want my cock in your cunt, don't you?" He whispered into the struggling deer's ear. "What do you want in your pussy?" He asked. "You're my good little bitch, aren't you?" He chuckled a bit at the last one. Alastor squirmed more, lip trembling as he struggled against him. "What. Do. You. WANT?" He repeated. "Lemme GO!" The deer whined. Vox growled. "NO! What do you want in your PUSSY, Alastor?" He insisted. Alastor struggled against his constraints until that blue chain reappeared. "Look at me!" He roared. Alastor's eyes widened at the demand, large doe eyes that Vox couldn't help by coo at. "Awe...darling..." He cooed. "Okay, let's try this again; what do you want in your pretty little pussy, baby?" Alastor whimpered a quiet 'no...' before Vox repeated once more and he finally succumbed. "Your...your cock!" He wailed. Vox grinned smugly at the defeated clouded look in those big red eyes. "Can you repeat that, baby boy?" Alastor coughed out a quiet sob. "Your cock...I-I want your cock in my-in my...pussy..." He gave as tears began to well up with the burning pain and desire to fulfill his orders. "And what are you?" He whispered sultry. "Your-your good little bitch..." He managed between clenched teeth. Vox smirked down at him, clearly quite pleased with himself. "And good little bitches don't bite, do they?" Alastor shook his head as pained tears trickled down his cheeks. "Okay, NOW we're getting somewhere!" Vox said with a satisfied clap. "I think I'm ready for another round, you want that, don't you, pretty thing?" He brushed bangs out of the deer's face lovingly. Alastor nodded, swallowing his pride for once as the burning sensation dissipated once his orders were being fulfilled. 

Vox gently rocked his hips against the wet clench hole. After tonight, Vox realized something. He was hopelessly, undeniably in love with Alastor-Although, was it that hopeless? If anyone had asked him yesterday, he would have said yes. But after today, he has Alastor on some form of leash. That was further than he ever expected to get in the last seven years. He accomplished this; it was only a matter of time before he could win his heart. It would certainly be a journey, to be sure. For now, at least tonight, he was just going to enjoy what he'd managed to procure. The best way to get to Alastor though, was to confuse him. Tonight had been rough for sure, but necessary. As he gently pumped himself into the deer, he paid special attention to the man's clitoris. Alastor was moaning softly. He was initially trying to stifle them by biting his lips with only little whimpers escaping. Now he knew it was a hopeless endeavor; Vox was treating him like a fucking princess right now. He was giving little gasps as Vox hit his g-spot over and over. He was going to make this heartless son of a bitch GET a heart! And that heart was GOING to be HIS! He pressed hot kisses to the man's collarbone and neck, travelling up to his jaw that had since been wiped tenderly clean from previous fluids. "Gonna finish, baby~" He cooed lovingly. "I wanna stuff you so full! You want that too, baby. Don't you?" Alastor shuddered for a moment before nodding. "Good boy~" He purred before pushing himself as far as he could go into the older man and releasing into his womb. "AH! Fuck!!" He cursed as fireworks exploded on his screen. 

Much like Cinderella, at the stroke of midnight, Alastor felt some power return and he was outta there! Vox was still pressing open-mouthed kisses across his body and was quickly shoved off the bed with a loud and painful thud-good. "Hey! What the fuck?" Vox sat up. "The fuck do you think you're going?" He asked, rubbing his head. "I've still got you for another 6 hours, doll." He reminded. Alastor grinned smugly. "Mm NOPE! I don't believe so. It is now the first of the month, old pal. I've upheld my end of the deal for last month." He explained. Letting himself slip into the shadows. "GET BACK HERE, FUCKER!" Vox demanded in what was almost a whine. The shadows also seemed to take the deer's clothes. But, Vox bit his lip, Alastor still had that bra on. Sure, Alastor could just as easily set it aflame, but Vox would imagine he decided to keep it. He took his still hard dick in hand and began to pump his fist while thoughts of a flustered deer too embarrassed to admit he LIKED the lingerie set with Vox's branding all over it. Technically nothing in their deal said anything about leaving no marks. Maybe he'd make an actual brand for the deer for next time. He was dripping at the thought as he pumped faster with quick breaths. Whether the deer knew it or not, today was a cakewalk compared to what he'd prepare for next time. He was going to look over that contract every day and look for loopholes to exploit, much like how Alastor had done. He certainly wouldn't be waiting till the last of the month again.

Alastor reappeared in his room, gasping for breath. He was still in the nude, but his shadow was mindful enough to grab his clothes before they left. He changed, stopping once he noticed he was still wearing that fucking BRA! He ripped it off, which was a bit much, but he needed it to be ruined; treat it like Vox's stupid TV head, torture it until he could torture the TV. He buttoned his shirt up, despite his shadow reminding him he should be in bed; he wasn't sleeping, not tonight. Once dressed, he had a full-on tantrum in his room, throwing furniture and smashing everything in sight. He'd make his shadows fix it in the morning once he was feeling calmer. He needed to review that contract and find a way out. He stopped the video from being released for now, that was all that mattered today.

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Alastor awoke late the next morning feeling sore and sticky. Groaning, he blinked open his eyes to see the mess he created last night. With a heavy sigh, he snapped his fingers, summoning some minions to clean up his room so he could sleep for a bit longer. Tossing and turning, he was so very tired, but he couldn't find comfort as he felt what he could assume was cooled semen dripping out of him. He gave a tired groan, pulling himself up and going to the restroom to clean himself up a bit before he could go back to sleep. He had no idea how he was meant to get it all out of him, but he'd be damned a second time before he'd ask someone who would know, like Angel Dust. Ugh, the very thought made him shudder. He'd just sit at the toilet in hopes it would come out naturally. 

Eventually when he felt it was mostly gone, he decided to run himself a pampering bubble bath. Sinking into the warm suds, he let out a pleased sigh. Now would be a good time to look over that contract, he decided. Pulling it out, as both he and Vox would hold it since it wasn't like most soul contracts. His shadow brought him a cup of morning coffee, black of course. Taking a sip, he looked it over and over, eyes scanning for anything he could use against Vox to get out of it. "Bla bla bla-'One night of Vox's choosing...once a month, twelve hours...at his tower..." He grimaced at the next part. "Whatever he likes during this time, body and mind are his...UGH!" He threw his mug, relieved that his shadow caught it, he liked that cup. He buried his face in his hands with an annoyed groan, sinking into the water farther. "Useless...NOTHING in this blasted contract is useful to me! WHY would I EVER agree to these ridiculous terms?" He yelled at himself. The shadow simply offered a warbled response in static that only Alastor could decipher. "...No, I don't believe he'd be willing to renegotiate. He knows well enough that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity." He grumbled. The shadow seemed to growl, and Alastor smirked. "That's a kind offer, but no. I'm afraid that's not an option. Although...perhaps I could..." he hummed.

Vox awoke the next morning around the same time as usual with a wide grin on his pixelated face. He stretched for a moment before flopping back down onto the sheets to smell the lingering scent from the missing deer. "Oh Alastor~" He moaned quietly. He brought a blanket up to his face and gave it a sniff. Stretching yet again, he went to his bathroom to relieve himself, whistling a merry tune. He went to his kitchen to make a cup of coffee, pouring in the numerous ingredients he required to enjoy it properly. "Mmm might as well look over that contract for any other loopholes Al might try to exploit." He hummed, taking a sip from his 'Fuck Alastor' mug, now with a new fun meaning. He pulled up his contract, smirking at every part where he had totally screwed Alastor over. His only issue was that he'd really prefer this be a bit more of a frequent deal. Well...wait a minute. In the contract, it didn't state 'at most 12 hours' it just stated '12 hours' Alastor owed him twelve hours a month. Now technically it did say once a month, but perhaps the deal would see fit that Alastor had totally gipped him of 6 of those hours. "What do you think?" He asked the glowing parchment. "Think it's fair that he wiggles out of certain parts? He only gave me half of the required time last month. Think I can use that extra time this month? Maybe split it apart from this next appointment." He asked the paper, receiving no answer of course. 

"This is probably the worst decision I've ever made." Alastor grumbled, receiving a questioning chirp from his companion. "Yes, including that." He bit out. It tilted its head. "I'm not sure you understand this, chum." He growled. "I don't like the ties over my soul, but at least I can keep it well under wraps. This is entirely different. That disgusting overcompensating picture box has me at his beck and call to do those vile acts nearly at any given moment." He hissed, looking at the contract again in hatred and humiliation. 

"The only way Al will even consider coming by for a visit is if he thinks I'd be willing to renegotiate our deal." Vox grumbled. "Honestly, I'm lucky he's such a prideful bastard. Otherwise, there'd be no chance I'd ever get him on my leash." He spun in his chair for a bit as he thought over his next move. "...Maybe I can...indicate I'm willing to renegotiate. Surely he'd stop by then. No...He wouldn't buy it unless..."

His shadow massaged his shoulders as he groused over the paper once more before he did a double take, as though he'd suddenly been shocked. "Ah-HA!" He laughed with a strained, almost maddening smile. "It was SO fucking OBVIOUS!" He chuckled, placing his head in his hand as he keeled over in his laughter. "I can KILL him!" The shadow made another chitter. "I'm AWARE of the power vacuum. I've killed hundreds of overlords, no reason to treat Vox like he's special. His head is big enough as it is." His shadow didn't seem 100% sold. "None of that pouting. I know he can be amusing at times. But he isn't worth this risk." He explained, fixing himself up. No need to look a slob before he killed his newest target. The shadow gestured to his broken staff. "Yes, it's still broken. I'm sure I can defeat him though. He's a bumbling fool." He laughed. His shadow was unconvinced. "Don't give me that look. I'll be fine." He brushed himself off. "At the very least, he isn't aware my staff is connected to my power at all. I could simply frighten him into releasing the contract. There now, does that make you feel better?" He asked as he straightened out his bowtie. The shadow seemed to pout, clearly not liking the idea. "Well, I'm sorry, but it has to be done." He explained with a sigh. 

Okay so how to get Alastor to come here? He paced back and forth as he pondered this question. "VOX!" Velvette screamed. "Are you going to just pace all day or are you going to do your fucking JOB?" She hissed. "I need your photos in by 2:00 if you want them to reach the right traction by the deadline." She huffed. "Yes, fine. I'm dealing with it." He groaned. "Stop being a fucking piss baby and get your head out of your ass." She growled before flipping him off. "Always a pleasure talking to you too, Vel." Vox sighed tiredly. 

"Okay, so without my staff, I'll need to get hold of some angelic steel to get rid of him personally." His shadow tried to tug him back to bed. "Stop it. I won't use it unless absolutely necessary. If he doesn't take me seriously, I'll use the steal as a temporary substitute for my staff to send the message that I should NOT be trifled with." He hummed, tapping his chin as he determined if there was still any laying around. "YOU will stay here until the deed is done. I don't need you getting sentimental on me." He ordered, pointing to the bed as though he were a parent to a particularly fussy child. 

He travelled down the stairs, looking as put together as always, on the hunt for angelic steel of any kind. Niffty had a small sword of it, although the likelihood of her still having it in her possession was incredibly unlikely with how cautious everyone was with her and anything sharp. He'd had to do some snooping, but he eventually found a forgotten angelic knife buried out on the lawn. Quite pleased with himself, he decided now was the best time to attack. He didn't want to be a part of this contract any longer than he had to be. 

Teleporting inside the building was easy enough, although it did make his injury throb a bit as he exerted himself. Although that had happened when Vox and he had...intercourse as well, so he'd just have to power through it. He'd stitched it up pretty well, Vox hadn't even noticed it last night. He could feel the stitches strain against him though and knew it wouldn't remain hidden much longer unless he fixed himself up again. He didn't want to have to until this was taken care of first. Then he'd tak the night to relax; numb himself with rum until he couldn't feel much of anything. If he got too numb, he'd just have his shadow help with the stitches. Everything would be fine as soon as he took care of Vox. 

Vox could feel the pressence approaching. Wow, Alastor really shocked Vox with how quickly he'd come to grovel in hopes of loosening the chain. Still...he let his finger trail over the security button, just in case he'd need it if Alastor pulled any funny business. He had a tendency to do that. He heard the door open and slow heels clack against his tiled floors. "Ah, Al. Didn't think I'd see you sooo soon. Thought you'd be too sore-AH!"