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Vox Akuma's POV:
Vox was aware that Zander was like him, couldn’t help but hear about it with his friends mentioning another group of streamers from a different company. An incubus who took pleasure in the indulgence of life with his netherlings and his club netherbrand, while he only encountered few other demons in his long days, let alone ones with similar abilities. Vox huffed a bit in laughter to himself at the potential connection between a voice demon and an incubus.
It sounded like a joke that was bound to be good fun during this stream. The kindred and netherlings have been asking the two hell spawn to do a collab together, and given how they were involved in each other's circles-it was perfect for them to have some decent fun with it and please the ever needy fans.
“Welcome Vox Akuma! Please come in~” the incubus uttered as he purred his words out as he greeted Vox at the bar doors.
The voice demon chuckled, taking in Zander for the first time in person. Zander was a bit taller than him, heavy purple eyes shrinking and widening like camera lenses getting every angle that can be captured of Vox Akuma, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, or politely holding in a dictionary of teases for later, Vox couldn’t tell. That’s the first thing that Vox noticed about Zander, it was hard to read him, whether it was from the black leather and furs or the ever present bedazzled smirk stuck on his face, nothing about him was without theatrics. Demons of the more social variety tended to be like that. Vox would be no different.
“Hello Zander, how’s the club?” Vox asked, looking around and already noting the various netherlings peeking and crawling over, the kindred were coming quickly behind him in their smaller forms around his back and coat.
“Oh beautiful Vox, just running beautifully, are you ready to have some good fun soon?” The incubus responded and the sound of his giggle was almost giddy in mischief.
“Of course I am, this idea will be quite interesting either way, guess the real question is how much can you handle?” Vox hummed as he looked up and down at Zander before giving the incubus a taste of his own medicine, Vox can tell he was up to no good already.
“Oh you clearly don’t watch my content enough, I can handle a great deal my dear~” Zander said as if the words themselves were luxury items from him, firing right back at Vox.
Vox despite his cooler nature couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer bawdiness despite suspicion, this will be a fun stream, nothing could be further from that truth.
Vox helps the incubus with the stream set up, Zander insisting that Vox can pick a drink from whatever is on the shelves, so the voice demon requested a whiskey sour, Zander provided that as well as his own lemon drop martini,
“I figure we could make it so we take a shot every time we break character from the live retellings, but I heard you're a grand actor, so you won’t disappoint me right darling?”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, make sure to keep up then.” Vox said softly as he sipped his drink, he heard the giggles again from the lust demon, was almost cute if it didn’t drip with trouble.
They eventually get ready to start and hit go live, the netherlings and kindred now flooding in droves around them, interacting with each other and playing like pets sniffing and nipping each other in greeting. (The netherlings do most of the biting.)
“Hello my netherlings! And hello our dear guests, I am here in our club netherbrand with a very very special guest, the gentlemanly demon from the far lands of Nijisanji EN, Vox Akuma!” Zander announced and introduced Vox, his already large theatrics increasing tenfold once he was live, many netherlings and kindred showering him in hellos.
“Hello, I am Vox Akuma. if you don’t know me I’m just some guy to be honest.”
“Oh pish Voxxy don’t be so humble.”
“I’m just a demon that likes RuneScape and monkeys, but I thank you, Zander.”
“Well don’t all demon have guilty pleasures, not me though, I let nothing keep me from exactly what I want~” he said with another purr, self praising but light in tone, another shared laugh between them.
After some reading of chat and supas, they go into more detail what the stream's topic was: Drunk Fanfic Reading!
“We know you all begged and begged for us to give you a stream together, and despite better judgment we actually listened-so we figured we’d make it a bit more sadistic for us while we are at it~”
The incubus continued his introduction to chat, Vox held in a laugh within another sip of his whiskey sour.
“Today we will be looking at the Vox Akuma/Zander Netherbrand tag on Ao3, you know surprisingly not a lot of fics on this tag with how much you all asked for this, maybe after this we can fix that yeah Voxxy?” Zander asked, turning to Vox with a coy smile, that little nickname and how he speaks to him tugged something in Vox’s head, something that made him huff a quiet laugh, smiling around his glass rim.
“Perhaps, it all depends on our dear writers now does it? I’ll give each fic we read here my utmost praise.”
His calm and simple encouragement sent the kindred in eruption of squeals and key smashes, even some netherlings joining in the giant conglomerate of flustered chatters.
Vox noticed Zander’s smile getting just a tad tight before melting away like the sweet citrus of his drink, making it all easier to swallow and enjoy. Vox was a heavyweight so this usually wouldn’t affect him, but as he began the stream with Zander and they kept this soft tug and push game with their banter, he felt a lightheadedness akin to a buzz. The fics were sweet and spicy enough to keep them guessing as they acted out the versions of themselves that just couldn’t keep their hands to themselves, the passion described on the screen the two demons tried their best to make come alive.
Some moments melted into bubbly giggles and laughs as some jokes were read on chat or one line ended a tad more cringe than others, all in good fun and enjoyment of the material. Vox and Zander having the most fun in just being near each other during this, the drinks certainly making the close proximity feel more slanted towards the other.
It was nice for Vox being more honest and filthy with his words and performance, while never touching the line out of respect and youtube guidelines he still had a heavy mind for dirty and sensual content, he enjoyed how he was now but still felt a twinge of nostalgia for this feeling, he feels Zander’s eyes on him and he looks over to see him giving an even more indulgent smirk plastered on his face.
“Just what is that pretty head thinking about now?”
the incubi asked as he finished his drink with a slow lick of those lips, Vox quickly looked back at his eyes, it was a genuine question but he could hear the mischief locked and loaded. Ready to blow with whatever he said next.
“Just glad I can hang out with you and chat is all, I'm having a very good time.”
he spoke honestly, firing his own shot as he watched Zander’s eyes turn to pin pricks as he stammered. Chat enjoyed his sliver of vulnerability.
“Oh I'm having such a great time with you too Voxxy, that’s why I locked the doors to the bar, I'm kidnapping your oshi kindred!” he recovered quickly turning it into a joke, he fires back in a flashy display for the live. Vox responds in kind.
“If you keep me here I’ll just pin you down till you break under me.” he said matter of factly as finished the rest of his drink in one last swig, the black haired sharpshooter lazily shooting into the vitals of his opponent, and by the open mouth dropped in shock from the former noble incubi, Vox can tell he has won this little exchange.
This went on for just a bit more until Zander seemed to remember his netherlings were staring, and quickly just laughed, Zander saying they were done for tonight, sharing their goodbyes to chat after some zatsu.
Vox and Zander bid their chats farewell as the Kindred and Netherlings soon scattered as they ended the stream. They were now alone.
“Want another drink?” Zander asks as he stretches, his one wing stretching with him wider, tail going stiff before curling around his leg.
“Sure, you made a good whiskey sour.”
“Thank you~ only the best for club netherbrand’s most distinguished guest”
The incubus leaves Vox for a moment for the bar again, returning with now two full bottles.
“You're sure we can drink that directly from the tap?”
“Voxxy I own this whole building. Anyone who questions my authority will be questioning it at home with no job, besides, I pay good enough for them not to care too much~”
Vox couldn’t help but laugh as he starts to drink more with Zander, conversation bleeding into their shared interests. Mortal movies and games and food, everything that made existence sweeter. Something needed for those whose lifespan extended a century
“You know Vox, you act more my age demon wise, yet you say you're 500 years old?! Talk about keeping up with the times~” Zander teased with a sickly sweet smile, his eyes more pinkish and blown out as a heavy blush was painting his cheeks. He was the exact same offline as in online.
Vox hummed as the room was properly starting to fade out as he drank enough to tranquilize several horses, staring at the cute incubus who was now strewn about the club seats near his lap. How did they get this comfortable with each other he wonders.
“I have to thank the kindred and other mortals for that one, I would be very lost without kind souls helping me adapt.”
The voice demon responded, looking down to see Zander looking up at him, the mischief in his eyes shifted.
He was up to something.
“It makes me wonder just how much you picked up throughout the years… makes me excited to find out, wouldn’t you say big guy?”
Zander said coyly as he subtly arched his back in a feign stretch that gently pushed out his chest against his leather clad outfit to Vox, the incubus's tail now curling around Vox’s wrist.
Vox simply paused, sipping his upteenth glass as he looked at the spaded tail dragging alongside his veins.
“Depends on what you wish to know about Zander, or are you asking for a demonstration?”
The voice demon’s very trump card, the voice of a thousand. Is the ability coveted by his kind to simply speak and their words if understood can make anyone weaker than they are to submit to them, the most powerful of them all can throw their voices for thousands of miles and mimic any voice or noise heard even once with utter precision. Doesn’t matter what kind of creature you were, even a fellow demon.
A voice demon could overcome you as easily as a whisper.
So when Vox lets his voice rumble a bit too low in his response, a little too feral in his playful tease, he almost forgets his effect on others when he sees Zander's entire body shiver like the temperature dropped in a blink.
“Fuck-my family always told me not to mess with voice demons…but I never played by anyone’s rules~”
Zander said with a tremble that bordered on elation as he sat up to properly straddle Vox, his thinner body wrapping snuggly with his thighs against the broader Akuma.
“Are you serious?”
Vox asked as he looked at Zander like he had five heads, they were drunk in his club for God's sake.
“Absolutely dead serious darling, you've been so cute I just wanna gobble you up, all sweet and polite like a gentleman for the kindred and my little netherlings. But I wanna see what the Vox Akuma truly can be.” Zander taunts as his gloved hands cup Vox’s flushed face, the incubus’s pink heart filled eyes looking into Vox’s golden ones.
Zander was laying it on a bit thick, but Vox would be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it during his visit as they read smutty fanfics, seeing him mentally in the positions described, hearing the while fake, still pretty moans fall from his lips, Vox hasn’t been around people in a long while, let alone as intimate as sex..should he take the bait so he could have someone warm tonight?
“Why are you so shy now Voxxy? It’s okay darling, the incubus will take care of you~” Zander purred as his hands began to dip from Vox’s face to his neck down his chest, Vox barely held back a shudder at the sudden contact despite being covered by several layers.
“You’re extremely bold…incubi.” He gruffed out causing another full body shiver from Zander-did he hear a light whimper from him?
“It’s in my nature darling, I see something I want and I wanna get it. Do you want me or not? Teehee.”
Zander said with a smile borderlining on smugness as his eyes betrayed a softer ‘is this okay?’ For Vox, how considerate.
How cute.
“Hmm. One condition.” Vox started, as before Zander could blink he stood up holding up Zander by the small of his back and his thighs, easily moving them both into the nearest wall.
Vox looked down at the blown out eyes of the blonde as he smiled, the alcohol making him bolder as well it seems.
“You don’t get to boss me around, that’s my job dear.”
The voice demon gave into his inner aches as he dipped his weight into the incubus, his lips an inevitable sip as they shared each other's energy and taste in a kiss.
Zander moaned against Vox’s lips as he practically crawled up to get a good hold on the demon, his hips trying to desperately move against where he met Vox’s but the stronger and older demon held him firm, he was in control.
“Mmm no fair, I wanted to tease you.” Zander pouted and whined against now swollen lips as he broke out in a groan as Vox started to grind against Zander, their clothed cocks rubbing so roughly against each other,the stimulation so much but not enough, the alcohol making the feeling more drawn out, chasing the crest of it but never reaching. It was addicting. Vox could get off on just this, with how desperate he was for contact, but the ever impatient Netherbrand was quickly getting more and more whiny as he made a small private show of begging for more.
“Oh please Vox, take me, please take me sir, milo-“ he whined as his breath hitched as before he could finish that honorific he received a heavy slap from his ear to cheek, knocking his head to one side before being cocked back to face the voice demon with three fingers tight against his chin.
“You don’t get to call me that.” Vox said with a force that shocked even himself as Zander looked like all the color drained from him as his eyes became so blown out they threatened to cover his irises with pink, heart eyes practically beating as fast as his heart.
Vox leaned in as he pressed the incubus harder against the wall as his hips moved on their own now, frotting rougher and rougher as Vox gave Zander small kisses to return back to reality.
“F-fuck…” Zander said in a quiet pant as he slowly returned from the hold the voice demon temporarily put on him, head still spinning.
“Msorry, hard to hold back, been a while.” Vox murmured against soft soft skin as his hands busy themselves with unlatching the very clasps and buckles in Zander’s revealing outfit.
“Just keep going already you crazy brute.” Zander responded, clearly in a daze but raring to go still, mind now gone in multiple directions.
So cute.
Vox responded In kind by kissing where he slapped Zanny before biting it with his fangs, causing a shrill gasp from the incubus as he tasted his own blood through his cheek as Vox lapped at it, before the elder demon returned to Zander’s lips as he bullied his tongue inside the blondes willing mouth, tasting blood and spit and lemon and vodka and that energy of pure vice that incubus always carry at the very back of his throat, a place where Vox’s tongue made quick and easy work reaching.
They stayed like that for a while, Zander sometimes fighting for control back as his tail teased Vox’s back and ass through his clothes, or by his own fangs digging into the voice demon’s neck as both of their inner natures seem to begin to crawl out.
Vox eventually felt the intense heat between both of their crotches get to the point of no return as he suddenly stilled. Much to the displeasure of the Netherbrand below him.
“Why the hell did you stop?!” He whined as he tried in inevitable failure to go back to their previous rhythm, but he was slow and much weaker compared to Vox, who was by now pressing most of his body weight against Zander and the wall, head in Zander’s neck as he tried to think a thought clear enough to figure out what to do.
He wanted to fuck him, he really wanted to fuck him.
But should he actually go through with it? He almost passed out under his vocal pressure, how could he handle him if he lost control inside him. It’s been too long since he’s last done this, he should pull back and head home, he should’ve rejected Zander’s offer, he should-
Vox was surprised as he suddenly felt cold claws start to rip at his clothes, tearing his white suit into shreds.
“You are going to give me that damned cock, or I will make you a stain for the janitors to clean Vox Akuma, do I make myself clear?”
The incubus growled as he made quick work at the now bare chest of the voice demon as Zander runs the claws down Vox’s chest and gives kisses at his shoulders and collarbone, leaving sharp bites as an attempt at revenge. Vox was shocked for a moment before flooding the space with a rich laugh, gripping the incubus’s flared horns and pulling him off his collarbone, seeing the dizzy self satisfied smile on Zander’s face, blood staining the stops of the incubus’s fangs.
“You're lucky I need this too.” He said as he gave a sloppy kiss to the incubus before pulling him off the wall and walking over to the bar, laying the blonde by his back on the bar counter. They quickly lost the rest of each other's clothes, bare skin flushed against each other’s bare core.
“Please sir, I want it, feels so good” Zander begs as he lets out a soft gasp with the size of Vox when he prepares to line himself up, Vox was seconds from panting, the tight heat of the blonde’s ass sending his mind spinning even further, he really should be gentle…
He should be gentle-
“Please master, I’m going to die, give it to me!” Zander cries out, mind gone in a form subspace Vox assumes because his eyes were glassy with want, but the way he said master made the rest of Vox’s restraint to crumble.
He needed this…
-the next morning-
Vox has a dream like all the other nights, of his joyful kindred being checked and doted on by him, reminiscent of his old days in his clan. Everything idyllic and peaceful, perfect. But then he hugs too tight, grazed by someone too quickly, nips too deeply. And they shatter under his strength, their fragile bodies mangled and the look of betrayal heavy in their blanking eyes. The dream always ends the same. The face of a kindred or a mortal of his past looking up at the bloody demon. Reaching out to him, his own hand reaching out for them too, just to be torn to shreds as his hunger takes over.
Vox wakes with the smell of dried blood in his nose and the iron on his tongue compliments it, plus one hell of a headache rivaling a sword in the skull. His body aching as he felt the unforgiving wood of the bar counter and chairs dig at his body. He feels a light tap on his back and looks down to see very messy blonde hair under him.
He mumbled a sorry as he lifted himself up, sliding his soft cock out from Zander’s hole.
Zander Netherbrand seemed to pride himself in his appearance, a hells pawn equivalent to a peacock, so it was almost fitting when the voice demon looked miffed as ever looking utterly trashed, his body was covered in thick bite marks and scratches that just started to clot and heal as the dried blood flaked off the incubus’s rolling stomach and arms as he sat up on the bar. He spread his legs and Vox saw the true mess he left, a puffy and gaping pink ring as cum dripped steadily out and onto the bar and floor.
Vox, despite the guilt at the tip of tongue, feels his cock twitch at the sight.
“Well then, you sure showed me last night huh darling?” Zander cooed in a lightly barbed tease as he swept his hair out his face with a corny wink, before filling the tension with giggles, even more giddy sounding than last night before stream, a cat who’s got his milk in droves.
“I’m sorry.. I’ll help you-“
“No need darling! I’m not as fragile as my dashing good looks might have you think, this isn’t my first rodeo on a big cock and painplay~” he quickly assured Vox, his confidant and cheery personality a contrast to the whiny and vulnerable bottom Vox caught a glimpse of last night.
Zander, as if to prove it slides down with a soft wet squelch noise and does a spin. Vox noticed as he does a sizable scar at the right side of his shoulder blade, was dark enough against the semi perfect skin the elder demon noticed, but before Vox could think more about it he felt Zander press up against his chest. Looking down at him again with that mischief riddled smirk.
“But, that was the first time I had that much fun in a while. Wanna do this again sometime?” He asked soft and flirtatious in his offer like he didn’t from vox’s slightly fogged memory and context clues-get nearly fucked to death by him.
Vox wanted to refuse, admit this was a mistake on both their parts due to the alcohol, say this isn’t what he craves, but he just looked slightly up at Zander as his chest felt quiet. Usually it was racing in stress or anxiety or just plain teeth aching frustration. His chest now quiet and his head cleared despite the hangover. Was having crazy drunk sex with an incubus really a good idea? Vox couldn’t deny the evidence, as embarrassing as said evidence is.
And Zander was a good guy, so it’s not like Vox would be stuck with something less than pleasurable.
“Hmmm, one condition.”
“Oh god another?” A shared laugh.
“Call me Master like before if you want me to fuck you next time Zander.” Vox gave a purr of his own as the shivers noticed despite Zander’s clear attempt to cough through it.
“If you can pin me down and break me like you promised last night I’ll consider it.” Zander retorted with an easy yet flirty enough cop-out.
“Didn’t I already do that dear?”
“I’m still standing around and talking to you aren't I? Teehee~” Zander says with a shit eating grin as Vox once again feels the spaded tail of the incubus drag at his wrist as he turns around.
“I might have spare clothes in your size when my friends come to visit and get too drunk not to puke on their clothes, help me clean up my bar and I’ll order us food!”
Vox watched Zander walk into the back as cum was still dripping from his ass, humming to himself as if nothing happened.
Vox wasn’t sure what to feel, other than satisfied.
And that was rare for a tragic creature like him, someone to satisfy the aging holes in your heart. Even if superficially.