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lee!Vox and ler!Alastor fic??? 🤔🤔
Stalker
Requests: Open
Summary: Vox's little obsession with stalking his nemesis lands him into a bit of trouble.
Pairings: Lee!Vox, Ler!Alastor (Mommy Issues)
Warnings: Tickling, Swearing
Words: 1666
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It was a common understanding for most of Hell’s residents that you’d have to either be brave or stupid to be caught on the streets of Hell in the middle of the night, especially alone. Unless of course you were powerful enough to be considered a threat yourself.
Fortunately, our favorite TV Overlord was a perfect mix of powerful, brave, and stupid.
Vox whistled to himself as he walked out the doors of the antique shop, having just planted a shit load of spyware in case that bastard tried to interrupt another one of his broadcasts.
Velvette had given him an earful that afternoon going on about how he was "obsessed" and "borderline psychotic" referring to his recent attempts at gathering intel (not stalking thank you very much) on his enemy.
"He's a threat to our image! The two of you should be thanking me!"
Their little argument sparked when Velvette noticed the pathetic little man had spent a concerning amount of time in front of his gigantic screen wall. Having sent multiple drones that week to spy on the hotel and its residents.
While he still hadn't found any useful information on his nemesis, just knowing where that bastard was at all times was enough to calm his nerves.
Still not stalking.
The Overlord strolled down the sidewalk with his face buried into his phone checking for updates from the drones.
He noticed one of them was offline, only returning a black screen. Vox swiped furiously on the device, heart racing as he tried to figure out what the FUCK was going on?!
Vox picked up his pace a little bit, his screen buried in the other screen, not at all aware of his surroundings.
The man was to consumed by his panic to realize he was being followed before it was too late.
Vox screamed when he felt someone snatch his arms before dragging the man into the dark alleyway he was just about to pass by.
The creep managed to drag him a good distance down the alley before he came out of his shock enough to fight back.
The man twisted, turned, kicked, punched but only managed to free himself once he let off a good amount of electricity. However, his attacker recovered quickly and a fight broke between the two.
Thankfully not a long one. Soon enough, four tendrils emerged from the wall and wrapped around each of the man's limbs before yanking his body and pinning it to the wall.
Vox grunted and emitted more of his electrical shocks before realizing these things were immune. The tendrils had him pinned several inches off the ground with both arm on each side of his screen. He pulled and tugged at the bonds before realizing how monumentally screwed he was.
An annoyed sigh prompted him to look up at his attacker. Only the small light from his screen allowing him to identify the other.
Oh, you've got to be kidding me.
Alastor stalked towards the other, his menacing smile never faltered as he stared daggers into the trapped man.
The demon stopped mere centimeters away from Vox's face before delivering a quick punch to the wall right next to the other's screen causing the brick to crumble.
"Were you a fucking formula baby or some shit?!" Alastor hissed, stepping away slightly. "Did your mother deprive you of attention that bad that you have go around seeking it from everyone else?!" The demon snarled, seemingly pulling Vox's missing drone out of nowhere as he threw it in front of his feet.
"That's besides the point-" He said. "I MEAN-!"
Alastor snatched the other man's tie forcing their faces together again. "What exactly were you hoping to find, hm? Do tell because I'm dying to know what intel could possibly be valuable enough for you to get your soul torn to shreds over."
Vox smiled down at his captor, completely unfazed by the threat. "HA! You don't scare me, Alastor. Besides, there's nothing in that crappy hotel that was worth seeing anyways. All I saw was shitty improv skits and a bunch of half-assed attempts at redemption. The whole place is one big-fat-fucking-joke, which makes sense considering your clown ass is running the show."
Alastor felt his eye twitch but released his hold on the other's tie, causing his neck to snap up and bang his head on the brick wall.
"That mouth of yours is going to be the death of you, my friend."
Vox shook his head, trying to get his bearings once more. "Don't call me that. And let me go already, I'm not telling you anything."
"What else is there to tell?" Alastor asked, picking up the discarded drone. "You've already proven yourself to be quite desperate for my attention, I figured the best way to punish you for this little stunt is by giving you exactly what you want." Alastor stared the demon down as he crushed the drone with his bare hands.
Vox laughed. "Oh, I'm soooo scared! What are you gonna do? Bore me to death with your little- AAH!" Vox screamed when he felt the other's hands grab his waist.
"Not exactly." The demon laughed.
Oh shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT. NO-!
A million memories suddenly flooded Vox's mind. Memories of laughing his guts out under the other demon. Memories of their their little 'fights' that occurred when one or both of them were bored, which Vox always seemed to lose. Memories of Alastor completely losing his patience and tickling Vox mercilessly until he was in tears.
Alastor smiled, relishing in the sight of that cocky smirk being wiped off his rivals face. The demon snickered as he tightened his grip around the other's waist. "Oh Vox, did you really think I would forget? You've begged for my attention countless times like this before, remember? I know exactly how to shut that big mouth of yours~"
Vox started to squirm, the hands weren't even moving yet but just the thought of it sent tingles through the demon's skin.
"Wait- hehA!- Wahait! th-This is sihilly. C'mon, surely yohohou can thinkik of a better wahahay to- AAAHH!" Vox shouted as those hands began slowly pinching up and down his sides.
Alastor chuckled, softly raking his fingers along the other's sides. "I don't think so, old pal. You've had this coming for a long time now."
Vox shook his head as much as he could, given what little space he had. Failing to suppress his giggles as he tugged furiously at his restraints.
"fuhuhuhuck- no- no plehehehease! wahahahahahait- wahahait a minute!" Quiet, panicked giggles were forced from his throat. Remembering how unbearable the softer tickles proved to be, Vox squeezed his eyes shut and grit his teeth but still couldn't hope to block out the unbearable tingling sensation.
"Begging already?" Alastor teased. "That's no fun. You know we're just getting started right?~"
Vox cursed at the teasing. Unintentionally emitting electric sparks due to his flustered state. Alastor remembered how easy it was for the man to overheat and took the teasing down a notch. Instead switching tactics and opting to scribble viciously under his arms.
Vox blue-screened for a split second before letting out a high pitch squeal. Full on cackling at this point while he desperately tried to pull his arms down.
"AAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!- HOLD ON- HOLD OHOHOHON!!! WAHAHAHIT AHAHAHALASTAAAAA- PLEHEHEHEAHAHA-"
Alastor had that self-satisfied smile he always wore whenever he got what he wanted. Vox hated that smile.
"Oh come now Vox~ You're well on your way to be one of the most powerful Overlords in Hell! Surely this can't be all it takes to break you~"
Vox's screen began to glitch and the whirring of the fans became audible as the man began to overheat.
Oh, right. Teasing is a no-go if we want to continue.
Alastor sighed. Well, if talking was too much for Vox, maybe he'd prefer something else instead~
The hands suddenly removed themselves from underneath Vox's arms and moved to either side of his head. The Overlord was to busy cooling down and catching his breath to realize that the other was positioning his face at the crook of his neck.
The feeling of sharp teeth gently nibbling at his neck was enough to snap him back to reality and into another hysterical fit.
"nononONO!- WAHA-AAAIIEEE- WAHAHAAAAA- AHAHAHAHA!!"
Vox cackled and screamed at the intense feeling. Fighting with everything he had to free himself from his bonds, panic flooded his systems at the feeling of being hopelessly trapped and completely at the other's mercy.
To which, of course, Alastor had none.
The demon could feel the heat radiating from the TV demon's systems and knew the poor, pathetic man didn't have much fight left in him.
Deciding to go for the kill, Alastor repositioned his hands at the other's hips and began squeezing rapidly while also blowing a few raspberries at his neck for good measure.
Yeah, Vox literally didn't last half a second.
No screaming. No cackling. No fighting. The demon's screen just glitched brutally before going black and his body instantly went limp.
Alastor pulled back and looked at his victim for a moment.
"Well, shit." He sighed.
He'll admit, he'd been itching to do that again for some time now but it seems he got carried away and the fun got cut short.
Oh well. He was sure there would be a next time.
Alastor grabbed the other's phone and released his body, letting it drop gracelessly on the floor of the alleyway.
Charlie had taught him the basics of how to work one of these things and thankfully Vox was cocky enough to not enable a password on his device.
Assuming the contact name "Doll-Faced Bitch" was one of his colleagues, he sent a photo of Vox's limp body as well as the location before tossing the phone away and heading back to the hotel.
Someday, he'll learn not to mess with The Radio Demon.
But hopefully not anytime soon.