#eel writes

whichever console you play - 6/6 Chapters, 65,310 words, Explicit

Summary: "Very well. I'll indulge your nostalgia."

It's obvious Vox has a biting insult to hurl right back with the way his screen flickers erratically. He just takes a deep breath and starts peeling off his sweater vest instead of rising to the bait.

Alastor feels a bit sick at how thrilled he is, rut heating his stomach at the alluring sight of flexing muscles. There's still something off about all of this. Something he's missing.

But if Vox truly is convinced this is the last time they'll be seeing each other Alastor will just have to do such a good job the TV Demon has no choice but to come back for more.

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whichever console you play - 4/6 Chapters, 42,105 words, Explicit

Summary: Alastor lets him look, revels in the attention, soaks up his mate's concern like a sponge. He doesn't speak again, patient and willing to wait for what he wants.

Vox is a fast learner. Even bogged down by his rut flooded mind what's going on clicks into his brain after a few seconds. His eyes blow impossibly wider. The hypnotic pulse of his screen eye glitches erratically. His hunger expands into a deep unfillable pit.

Alastor has never been good at asking for what he wants.

It's a good thing Vox is willing to give it to him anyway.

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remember those days? - One Shot, 8,608 words, Explicit

Summary: Vincent is in rut.

It's obvious by how overwhelmingly strong his scent is. Burnt wires perforates the bar like a physical smog. The electric undercurrent of a brewing storm, wet and heavy, is suffocating.

Alastor's muscles tighten in preparation. Instinct wails at him to attack, to defend his territory, to tear such a threat to bite sized bloody pieces.

But this is Vincent.

And while he might be a bit of a knot head, Vincent isn't going to threaten their unique bond over petty alpha hormones. Alastor won't let him.

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whichever console you play - 5/6 Chapters, 55,362 words, Explicit

Summary: Husk—completely undeterred by his soul owner's forewarning—snipes back, "If you ain't gonna answer I can just guess."

Alastor laughs. The radio in the foyer hauntingly echoes the sound. "Oh, this ought to be good! Go ahead, magician. Tell me what ails me."

The deadpan expression on the cat sinner never gets old. Alastor smirks menacingly at his thrall, fully expecting the man to say something idiotic and erroneous.

Instead of doing either, Husk says, completely stoic and certain, "You fucked Vox."

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whichever console you play - 3/6 Chapters, 31,467 words, Explicit

Summary: He wants. He wants more.

He wants all of Vincent. Every little piece. All of it belongs to Alastor and he wants.

It's not just lust that bubbles in his blood this time around. The perfection of the moment means he can ignore it for now. Nothing should ruin this, not even Alastor's idiotic feelings.

He slides a hand down to grasp Vincent's erection.

Except there isn't one.

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whichever console you play - 2/6 Chapters, 20,019 words, Explicit

Summary: "Are you going senile? I'm an alpha."

Alastor huffs, irritation growing larger than his fondness. "Yes, I am aware."

Vox's face scrunches up. His mouth furrows into a lopsided scowl. "You want to…spend your rut…with another alpha?" He slowly says, pausing and cringing like he's tasted something foul. Alastor doesn't think it's that big of an ask.

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