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Heat flowed through Vox as sweat dripped down his blue skin. His heart pounded in his chest as his breaths quivered with raspiness. His monitor was steamed as he pressed himself closer to Adam’s large, soft, shuddering body. All those wonderful, thick folds of his were like perfect pillows that Vox wanted to burrow himself in.
Adam moaned. His thick arm wrapped around Vox’s shoulders, pulling Vox closer. The moan was loud and deep. The kind of sound that Vox loved drawing out of Adam.
Adam’s muscles tensed, and he inhaled sharply.
Vox knew what was coming. He could feel his own body responding in sympathy.
A loud, harsh, wet, painful cough burst out of Adam. His body quaked with tremors.
As if Vox’s coughs were co-dependent and couldn’t stand the thought of not being with Adam’s, a loud cough clawed its way out of Vox’s chest. His stomach clenched as his body tried to force it out. The air caught in his throat, viciously attacking his esophagus until it finally escaped his mouth.
Tears formed in the corners of Vox’s eyes.
God, he hated the Hell flu. Fuck his life that he had caught it. He knew he should never have stepped foot in Val’s studio. It was a cesspit for disease with the whores swapping fluids all the time.
“You fucking did this to me,” Adam grumbled, his body still tense from his coughing fit. Adam blindly reached for the bedspread that had fallen loose from their cocoon of blankets.
“All I did was fuck you,” Vox said. “You’re the one who shoved your tongue down my throat.”
Adam rolled his eyes. “As if you didn’t like it. Choke on my dick.”
Vox weakly held up his hand with his fingers splayed. Blue electric currents sparked across his fingertips. “How about I shock your dick instead?” Vox shoved his hand under the blanket and hovered it over Adam’s thigh.
“Do it, BITC-!” Adam jerked as another coughing fit racked his body.
And just like that, Vox was coughing too. Fuck his body for having a sympathetic response to Adam’s.
“Shit,” Adam said between coughs. “Can’t even fucking ride you like this.”
Vox groaned in misery. The mental image of Adam riding his cock was a beautiful sight. Adam might enjoy topping, but with that round, bubbly ass, Adam was made for getting fucked. The way Adam’s ass just sank onto Vox’s dick was divine. Clearly, God or whoever the fuck had designed Adam knew what they were doing.
“How disappointing, not even a fever can stop your lecherous ways,” Alastor’s transatlantic voice cut through Vox’s daydreaming.
Vox’s head shot up, and the world spun. The dozens of records and posters on Adam’s bedroom walls blurred together, which was an improvement to how it usually looked. Adam’s taste is decor was abysmal aesthetically, but luxurious regarding comfort. Vox had the best mattress money could buy in his room. Adam, however, had one of the best mattresses from heaven. It was comfortable in any position and was made from literal clouds.
Which was how Vox ended up crawling into Adam’s bed in the midst of his fever. One moment, he’d been wandering the hotel hallways in a heated fog, barely aware of where he was. The next, he’d stripped off all of his clothes and was curling himself around Adam as Adam weakly protested Vox’s sudden presence in his bed.
Vox gripped the corner of his head and blinked his eyes, waiting for his vision to clear.
“Wow! WowWee! You two aren’t looking much better.” Lucifer cleared his throat. “How long is this fever supposed to last again?” Lucifer whispered to Alastor, or at least that’s what it sounded like the white blob standing next to the red blob in the middle of Adam’s room was doing.
“Weeks.” Alastor pranced over to the bed, a bowl of something hot and steaming in his hands. A quick glance made it seem like Alastor was wearing his classic smug grin, but as he neared, Vox realized that the smile on Alastor’s face was fake. A red mask with a printed-on smile covered Alastor’s chin, nose, and mouth.
Red gloves protected Alastor’s hands from germs as he held out a bowl of soup. Vox gave the bowl a whiff, but the snot in his nose dampened the smell. He could just barely catch a hint of chilli pepper.
“You need to let go of Adam, dear,” Alastor said.
Vox’s arms around Adam instinctively tightened. He still had a defiant streak when it came to Alastor. Additionally, Adam was just as comforting as his bed. Sure, the personality could use some work, but Vox liked his partners bitchy.
It was part of the reason he’d pined after Alastor for so long and hard.
There was no greater bitch than Alastor.
How could Vox not love a man like him?
Alastor’s brows pinched, and for a second, Vox wondered if in his feverish state he’d accidentally verbalized his thoughts. Then Alastor’s brows relaxed and a mischievous glint entered his eyes. He leaned over Vox. “Am I going to have to drag you out of bed? Because I will.” Alastor’s antlers grew and curled sinisterly as green magical symbols formed in the air around him.
Hot.
So fucking hot.
And Vox was too weak to fuck Alastor.
FUUUUUCK.
On the other side of the bed, Lucifer whistled appreciatively as he peered at Adam. “Pretty red there, big guy. Keep it up and you’ll look like Alastor.”
Adam lifted his middle finger up at Lucifer. “Bitch.”
“Is that any way to talk to someone who brought you food?” Lucifer held up a bowl that matched the one in Alastor’s hands. Steam billowed out of the bowl as Lucifer waved it under Adam’s nose.
Adam’s nostrils flared as he gave the bowl a sniff. Adam moaned. He shook off Vox and pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Whoa,” Adam mumbled as his head drooped and his eyes glazed over. “Everything’s spinning.”
Worry creased Lucifer’s brow. He shuffled closer to Adam’s back, then shifted the bowl of food into one hand. Lucifer shoved his free hand under Adam’s back, pressing his palm between Adam’s shoulders blades. He eased Adam into an upright position. “There you go. Light as a feather.” Lucifer rubbed his hand up and down Adam’s back, trying to soothe Adam.
“Fucking Hell flu. Can’t you get rid of it?” Adam whined.
Lucifer winced. “Only if you were Hellborn.” He forced one of his fake smiles—the one that made it obvious that he was in some sort of pain. Seriously, whoever had said that The Devil was a great liar had clearly not met Lucifer.
Shadowy tentacles slithered around Vox and hooked themselves under his armpits. They snatched Vox’s attention away from Lucifer and Adam. One moment Vox was lying in bed, and the next, Alastor’s shadow-tentacles were hoisting him upright. The tentacles propped him against the headboard, then retreated, disappearing into Alastor’s sentient shadow, who watched over the proceedings from the wall.
Alastor seated himself on the edge of the bed and crossed his legs. He offered the bowl of soup once again. “Such pathetic wretches you two are.”
“Fuck off,” Adam and Vox grumbled in unison.
Alastor’s grin widened with glee. “How adorable.” Alastor lifted the spoon out of the bowl, raising it to Vox’s lips. “Are you so weak that you need to be fed too?”
Vox’s stomach twisted with delight and disgust at the thought of being fed by Alastor. Alastor feeding him like a servant and Vox was his king? Vox could get off on that. Alastor feeding him because he’d been reduced to such a pathetic and needy state?
… could also be kind of hot.
BUT not like this!
Vox would have to have a humiliation kink, and he definitely didn’t have anything like that.
Absolutely not.
Totally not.
He certainly wasn’t half hard at the thought of being at Alastor’s mercy.
His dick was just reacting to Adam’s body heat and fat ass.
Alastor grabbed the corner of Vox’s screen and tugged Vox forward. He pressed the warm metal of the spoon to Vox’s lips. “Come now, old pal. Open wide.”
Vox instinctively opened his mouth to insult Alastor.
Alastor shoved the spoon past Vox’s lips and into Vox’s mouth. The spices that Vox had barely smelled prior sizzled on Vox’s tongue. Heat bloomed in Vox’s mouth, and he opened it again to let out the steam, but Alastor shoved another damn mouthful of soup inside.
Wet tears formed in the corners of Vox’s eyes. He smacked Alastor’s hand off him and turned his head away to swallow what Alastor had given him. The soup burned as it slid down his throat into his stomach. Vox sputtered and coughed, pounding on his chest to force the bits of spice clinging to his esophagus to escape. “Bitch.”
Alastor cocked his head and hummed contentedly. “You’re already so much more energized.”
Adam shook with restrained snickers beside Vox. The snickers grew stronger. Adam threw his head back as laughter erupted from him, only for them to transform into a coughing fit that had Adam doubled over and clutching his stomach. Tears formed in his eyes as he gasped for breath.
“Serves you right,” Vox muttered as he sat up straight.
Alastor leaned forward to put another spoonful of food into Vox’s mouth.
Vox snatched Alastor’s wrist, stopping Alastor just short of force-feeding him. “I can feed myself!” Vox dropped Alastor’s wrist and snagged the spoon out of his hand before Alastor could feed him again. He took the bowl from Alastor and hugged it possessively to his chest.
“Wonderful, you’ll be back at work in time,” Alastor said.
Vox internally groaned at the thought of work. He hadn’t been to his office in days. He had assistants who could handle the bulk of the work, but there were still things that only he could do, like rein in Val from going over budget on his movies.
Also, fuck Val for avoiding the flu. Lucky bitch.
Vox shoved a spoonful of soup into his mouth. He swished the food around his mouth, soaking up what little flavor he could detect with his tastebuds gone to shit. Frustratingly, cooking was another thing Alastor excelled at. The guy just had to be perfect at everything.
Adam coughed again and covered his mouth with his fist. He winced, then glared at Vox. “You did this to me.”
Vox swallowed. “Get over it.”
“Are you sure you should be here?” Lucifer asked Alastor, as he passed his bowl of soup to Adam. Adam sniffled as he took it begrudgingly.
“How quaint,” Alastor said. “You think I’m capable of falling ill.”
Lucifer did that weird, slow frog blink of his that he did whenever he was confused or surprised. “But you are.”
Alastor tossed his head back and laughed. “Ha.”
“Take off the mask then, coward,” Vox challenged.
“Not gonna happen,” Alastor stated.
“Is something wrong with the soup?” Lucifer asked Adam, shifting everyone’s attention.
Adam listlessly stirred his soup. He occasionally picked up his spoon, only to dump its contents back into the bowl. “Not feeling it.”
“Oh?” Alastor cocked his head. “Do you need my services?”
Adam flinched. “No.”
“Then eat,” Alastor commanded.
“It doesn’t have to be the whole thing,” Lucifer said cajolingly.
Adam grumbled. He kept stirring his soup until finally he brought the damn spoon to his lips and sipped.
As Vox watched, he felt the tiniest twinge of guilt in his gut. He wasn’t the best at communicating it, but he did genuinely give a damn about Adam. The arrogant asshole had wormed his way into Vox’s small circle of people who Vox liked to be around. Hell, he could have left Adam alone as soon as his brain fog had lifted and gone back to his room at the hotel or even back to V Tower. He hadn’t, though, and it wasn’t just because Adam’s bed was divine.
He wanted to be with Adam.
He wanted to be sick and gross together, swapping germs and gripes as they huddled under the covers.
He didn’t want Adam to wither away from the Hell flu.
Unfortunately, he was just as powerless as Lucifer against the disease. The only cure for the Hell flu was to ride it out.
Adam took another sip of his soup. Satisfied knowing that Adam was eating, Vox continued to down his bowl of soup too. He took his time eating, but he ate faster than Adam’s glacial pace. By the time Vox finished his bowl, Adam had gotten through about a third of his.
Adam set the bowl on his nightstand and slouched until his lying flat on the bed again.
Lucifer hovered worried over him. He placed the back of his hand against Adam’s forehead—not that it would do anything; everyone already knew Adam had a fever. It was obvious that Lucifer was fretting and didn’t know what to do.
Vox sighed and set aside his empty bowl on his nightstand.
He rolled onto his side and cuddled close to Adam. His chest brushed Adam’s arm. The hairs on Adam’s arm tickled Vox’s skin in a manner that had become familiar to Vox and oddly comforting. He flung one arm around Adam’s waist, pulling Adam closer as if trying to meld their bodies together. Adam reciprocated by hugging Vox’s arm, encouraging Vox to stay close even as he grumbled about Vox being clingy.
Adam could whine about Vox being clingy all he wanted, it didn’t matter coming from a guy like him, who was constantly touching his partners and went into brat mode whenever he wasn’t getting enough attention from them.
Vox shut his eyes, listening to the slight wheeze of Adam’s breaths. Vox’s breathing wasn’t much better. His chest stuffed with phlegm. He couldn’t imagine that Adam’s was any better.
The mattress shifted as Alastor stood up. Vox sensed Alastor grabbing the empty bowl off the nightstand, then shuffling away.
Lucifer lingered at Adam’s bedside. Then there was a soft kissing noise followed by more of Adam’s grumbling.
Lucifer’s hand glided up Vox’s arm, paused, then squeezed. “Get plenty of rest, you two.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Vox huffed into Adam’s side. “I’ll enjoy the holiday,” Vox said sarcastically.
Lucifer gave Vox’s arm another comforting squeeze. “You do that.” His hand slipped away from Vox. Lucifer’s steps were light as he retreated toward the door.
“See you in a bit, dears,” Alastor said jovially, his footsteps following Lucifer’s.
After a stretch of silence, Vox cracked open his eyes to see that Lucifer and Alastor had indeed left him and Adam to rest.
Vox nuzzled his face against Adam’s side. “You’re sweaty.”
Adam coughed. “And you stink.”
“When I feel better, I’m so gonna fuck you,” Vox declared.
Adam scoffed. “Not if I fuck you first.”
Vox grinned, excited for the challenge.