[ Vox could, but he couldn't. He still needed Alastor, and as long as that was the case, killing him wouldn't be an option. They both knew that, and so the empty threat didn't bother him so much as the clumsy save, but the latter was allowed as much as the former. Alastor was quite easily placated by these concessions.
Fortunately for Vox, he had a fair bit more self-control than other cannibals. He had been cursed with the appearance of prey, but he had stronger prey instincts than most demons, and he had the sharp teeth and claws to match it. But he was quite capable of being mild, and so if he promised to keep it to a bite or two, he could still control how much pressure he applied.
His ears tilted back at the mention of electroshock, but it a brief and subtle motion. He was uncertain. Vox had been shocking him for seventy years. It was a truly troublesome ability, because combined with his perception, it left him the only person able to rip Alastor out of the shadows as he did. It was hardly a pleasant experience. ]
Hmm... [ He parted his mouth, inhaling deeply as Vox exhaled, catching the smoke that he blew out. He breathed it out with a soft sigh. He reached over to toy with the front of Vox's attire. ] ... You get too excited.
[ He hasn't forgotten the last time Vox did. It was nothing for an Overlord, but not exactly desirable. ]
[They both knew he could, he had shown it in a million ways from the cigarette to the more recent entanglements. He could fucking control it. The whole thing was just an extension of him and all this challenge did was make him want to prove himself even more.
They were pushing past the lines of cigarettes and talking, teetering on the ledge of why they had actually come together tonight. He leaned closer, close enough that the light of his screen softly bathed Alastor’s face. His tongue flicked out, the barest of sparks dancing on the end, before he pulled it back into his mouth.]
What, you think I can’t control it?
[His voice was slowly dropping lower, turning syrupy with the growing, turning feeling of it. Maybe he did want to know how those teeth would feel. Maybe he did want to show Alastor what he could do. He stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray, letting the slow tail of smoke drift into the air.]
Don’t you trust me?
[Vox’s smile full of eager teeth showed how stupid that question was.]
[ That was a lie. There was a reason that Alastor had offered himself up as a prisoner, and there was a reason that he was willing to engage with him in this way. Vox was the one person in Hell that he could trust implicitly. He wouldn't do anything truly untoward to Alastor, and in return the Radio Demon always exercised care when handling him. They were two people who couldn't stand to be together for too long, but who couldn't handle being apart either.
He gave Vox a light kiss. Maybe he did want to experience what Vox could offer. ]
But I suppose I can give you a chance to prove yourself.
[ He took one more pull from his cigarette before following the other's lead in snuffing it out, taking just a little too long to finish doing so. It felt dangerous to go any further than this, because both times they had tried before had ended so abruptly. But then, it felt even more dangerous not to, because that could lead to other things - things far more dangerous than sex. He leaned over to put the ashtray back on the nightstand, and he paused for just a moment before adding, ]
... And, you're sure that no one will interrupt us now?
[ Cameras off, phones off, door locked, the appropriate parties told not to disturb him... How could anyone? Alastor didn't know, but there were always creative ways of going about these things. Somebody could pound on the door until he finally answered, or light the place on fire, or who knew what else.
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Fortunately for Vox, he had a fair bit more self-control than other cannibals. He had been cursed with the appearance of prey, but he had stronger prey instincts than most demons, and he had the sharp teeth and claws to match it. But he was quite capable of being mild, and so if he promised to keep it to a bite or two, he could still control how much pressure he applied.
His ears tilted back at the mention of electroshock, but it a brief and subtle motion. He was uncertain. Vox had been shocking him for seventy years. It was a truly troublesome ability, because combined with his perception, it left him the only person able to rip Alastor out of the shadows as he did. It was hardly a pleasant experience. ]
Hmm... [ He parted his mouth, inhaling deeply as Vox exhaled, catching the smoke that he blew out. He breathed it out with a soft sigh. He reached over to toy with the front of Vox's attire. ] ... You get too excited.
[ He hasn't forgotten the last time Vox did. It was nothing for an Overlord, but not exactly desirable. ]
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[They both knew he could, he had shown it in a million ways from the cigarette to the more recent entanglements. He could fucking control it. The whole thing was just an extension of him and all this challenge did was make him want to prove himself even more.
They were pushing past the lines of cigarettes and talking, teetering on the ledge of why they had actually come together tonight. He leaned closer, close enough that the light of his screen softly bathed Alastor’s face. His tongue flicked out, the barest of sparks dancing on the end, before he pulled it back into his mouth.]
What, you think I can’t control it?
[His voice was slowly dropping lower, turning syrupy with the growing, turning feeling of it. Maybe he did want to know how those teeth would feel. Maybe he did want to show Alastor what he could do. He stubbed out the cigarette into the ashtray, letting the slow tail of smoke drift into the air.]
Don’t you trust me?
[Vox’s smile full of eager teeth showed how stupid that question was.]
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[ That was a lie. There was a reason that Alastor had offered himself up as a prisoner, and there was a reason that he was willing to engage with him in this way. Vox was the one person in Hell that he could trust implicitly. He wouldn't do anything truly untoward to Alastor, and in return the Radio Demon always exercised care when handling him. They were two people who couldn't stand to be together for too long, but who couldn't handle being apart either.
He gave Vox a light kiss. Maybe he did want to experience what Vox could offer. ]
But I suppose I can give you a chance to prove yourself.
[ He took one more pull from his cigarette before following the other's lead in snuffing it out, taking just a little too long to finish doing so. It felt dangerous to go any further than this, because both times they had tried before had ended so abruptly. But then, it felt even more dangerous not to, because that could lead to other things - things far more dangerous than sex. He leaned over to put the ashtray back on the nightstand, and he paused for just a moment before adding, ]
... And, you're sure that no one will interrupt us now?
[ Cameras off, phones off, door locked, the appropriate parties told not to disturb him... How could anyone? Alastor didn't know, but there were always creative ways of going about these things. Somebody could pound on the door until he finally answered, or light the place on fire, or who knew what else.