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Vox whined tiredly, plopping down in his chair and relaxing as it spun a few times from the impact. His eyes closed, a thin burst of electricity zapping from his wilted antennae. His day had been long, annoying, and exhausting . What he really needed right now was his favorite activity…
Spying on his ex-boyfriend!
The TV-head excitedly sat back up straight at the idea, nudging his spinny chair around to face his screens and picking up the controller to his drone and watching as the biggest screen flicked onto the view of the bush it was hidden in when it was inactive. He maneuvered it out of the greenery and flew it up to the window of Alastor’s room.
Contrary to popular belief, the radio demon could be filmed, that little shit always just used his stupid powers to distort his own image. Well, he couldn’t do that when he didn’t know he was being watched, could he?~
Vox gave a low, smug chuckle as he eased the camera into position, only to freeze up when he heard a loud squeal and noticed someone else on the bed next to his beloved.
He slid to the edge of his seat, leaning in close, only to gape when his vision was confirmed. Alastor, his darling Alastor, was lying in bed, face buried in the sheets, with Lucifer sitting on his back, doing…something?…
An angry crackle of blue electricity burst out of his antennae, his chest tightening in anger. How… dare he. Touching Al like that, intimate, grinning down at him. Vox’s claws dug into the controller, everything in him wanted to grab the king of hell through his screen and bash him into the wall over and over and over and-
Wait, hold on a minute, what were they even doing?
He knew Alastor, he was Asexual! They weren’t banging, then. And they were both fully clothed, too, so then wha-
Sound! That’s right, he had sound on the drone. He turned it off at that deafeningly high-pitched noise, but maybe now it could help him gain a grasp on what his ex and Lucifer were doing . One of his blue talons clicked the audio button and he reeled back when squeaky giggles echoed throughout the room.
After a few moments of absolute shocked silence, he zoomed his camera in, allowing him to see what Lucifer’s hands were indeed doing. His palms were pressed against Alastor’s sides, with his finger poking under his rolled-up shirt to scribble at the skin. His eyes moved to the deer demon’s face, which he was shoving desperately into the sheets, trying to muffle his laughter. Vox could see it poke out every once in a while as he squirmed, and his skin was flushed a red as bright as his hair. “Aww.~ Too ticklish, Al?~” Lucifer cooed, positively beaming down at the blushing mess before him. “SHUHUT UHUH- EEEAHAHA ! NAHAHAHA!” His hoofs kicked as the blasted fingers picked up they’re pace against his ribs.
Oh.
Hey, when did it get so hot in here?
Vox heard his fans kick in, whirring furiously to try cooling down his head. His heart was pounding hard and he felt a little light-headed. “C-crap.” He muttered, unable to tear his eyes away from the scene on his screen. “C-calm down, Vox, calm d-down.” Forcing his gaze to the corner, he pressed a hand to his flaming screen. Alastor was…ticklish? Vox looked again, barely believing his own vision. His ex looked so adorable , giggling and squirming to no avail, writhing under a touch as simple as tickling. He probably felt so weak, helpless, the teases only making the terrible sensation worse as his captor continued to scribble mercilessly all over his sensitive ribs.
A startling beeping noise alarmed Vox that he was overheating.
After a quick moment of weakness in which he contemplated if his face exploding was worth it, the TV-head shakily clicked off the drone and rushed towards the doorway, stumbling and tripping over his own feet in the process.
The abandoned drone sputtered in the air for a few moments before plummeting towards the ground, landing on a rock and shattering. Its last sparks of electricity flew from it, disappearing as they hit the ground, and it lay there, useless scraps of what once was.