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fluffy-lee-boa · 2 months

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Vox enjoyers... I am yet again here with food...

This is an SFW tickle fic! If you don't like it, don't read!

Summary: the reader finds out something particularly sensitive about their boss, and he has to go to certain lengths to prevent the spread of this information. AKA reader bites off more than they can chew :]

Words: 3,010.

I gasped as a set of claws wrapped tightly around my wrist, jerking it away from the circuit board I had been messing with. I was quickly forced to turn around and nervously face the man who had caught me in the middle of my operation, his figure looming over me as he practically held me off the ground by my forearm.

“Oh! Boss! You’re back from the meeting, umm, early!”

“Yes. I am.” Vox’s voice was stern, eyes narrowed at me while the brightness from his screen practically blinded me.

“I was just about to wrap up maintenance on this section, but since you’re back now, I’ll go ahead and get out of your way-” After scrambling to defend myself and gently tugging my arm down an inch to ask permission to leave, he instead yanked it even more taught into the air so I was barely standing on the tops of my feet.

“Maintenance, you say? So that’s what you’re doing in this room you strictly don’t have permission to enter?” He tugged me a little closer, studying me with a scowl. Sarcasm was woven into every word he spoke, hiding the anger swelling underneath.

“W-Well, I certainly can’t fix it like you can”, I quickly added, wincing as I stuttered,” but I just didn’t want you to have to deal with it when you returned!”

I was lightly shoved against the wall, his claws gripping my shoulder even tighter as if to squeeze the answer out of me. “Don’t lie to me”, he said quietly. “What. Were. You. Doing?” I instinctively shut my eyes and managed to avoid an attempt to hypnotize me into telling the truth, turning my head to the side.

“Not to be rude, sir, but why ask me when it’s clear you could feel what I was doing?” It was a risky thing to say, but it was either this or die by trying to come up with an excuse. The flashing light that perforated my eyelids stopped, and I slowly opened them and focused on his screen.

His eyebrows had raised for a moment, staring at me as if he were taken aback, mouth slightly agape. Then his brows furrowed yet again, squinting at me as he quietly chuckled.

“What?”

“Well, as soon as I did this…” My hand darted to the open panel and I trailed a single fingernail down the inside of the circuit. I merely glanced at him and smiled when he flinched – no, jumped – at the sudden action. “...you seemingly teleported here in order to find out what was messing with your wiring.”

Nearly cutting me off, his hand shot to my wrist in fear of my realization, but I was faster, scratching at the other side of the circuitry in quick motions with one finger. He gasped and shook, his back arching and hands balling into fists before he fell on one knee, arms wrapping around himself protectively. I held back a laugh at his dramatic reaction, earning me a glare and gritted teeth.

“Don’t.” He said unsteadily. I decided it would be funnier if I didn’t heed his warning, so I shot him a smirk with lidded eyes before I began gently spidering my fingers over the face of the circuit.

I watched in glee as he shrieked and fell backwards, puffing before falling into giggles, his eyes squeezed shut. He was clearly struggling to maintain his composure, which I didn’t like. I figured I’d mess with him a bit.

“So, this tickles, huh?” He fought to bark back at me through the endless stream of giggles exiting his speakers.

“Fuck you… and fucking stahap!” His pause to supposedly gasp for air in between each phrase only had me smiling wider, increasing the pace for a moment and watching as he threw his head back and his voice raised in pitch.

“Don’t wanna admit it? That’s okay. I guess I can see why this would be embarrassing for you.” His legs kicked out at me stubbornly, claws nearly tearing at the sides of his suit. I took a step further away from his kicking out of caution; his frustration at not having control of the situation was kind of cute.

“Hey! Don’t try to kick me! That’s not very nice.” I positioned all of my fingers at the top of the circuit before slowly dragging down, causing him to squirm even more and grip the corners of his screen.

“As soon… as I gehehet you… you’re fuhucking DEAD!” He shouted.

“All the more reason to keep exploiting this little weakness of yours…” I made eye contact with him as I slowly opened the neighboring panel, revealing yet another circuit board. I saw fear flash across his digital complexion as I merely tapped the new circuit while my other hand continued gently spidering.

“DON’T!” He yelled, lunging at me and managing to grab my ankle before I began sporadically tickling both circuits at once as fast as I could. Vox immediately fell into uncontrollable laughter, letting go of me and twisting onto his back, attempting to cover his mouth despite not having one. Pixels formed tears at the corners of his eyes as they shut tight, kicking out aimlessly as he swore and gasped.

“YOUHOU FUHUHUCKING BITCH!” It was at this point that he started glitching, some of his words almost unintelligible.

“Aw, is the big, bad overlord extra sensitive right here?” I teased, relishing in the way his screen glowed just a little brighter at my comment. As I continued, the static and glitches he was experiencing became greater, almost to the point I worried it might be painful. Finally, I let up, watching as he lay limp on the ground in a ball, twitching and giggling on occasion as he recovered.

After a good couple seconds, he fell silent and lay still, screen shielded by his claws, breathing lax. He made no other movement. Concerned, I crouched down next to him — either something was wrong or he was pissed and about to fire me. “Sir…?” I gingerly set a hand on his shoulder.

I heard him quietly mutter something and I leaned down to hear him better. “What?”

With a terrifyingly low chuckle, he moved one of his claws to reveal his right eye and the side of his mouth; two strings of red ran down to the bottom of his screen, and black rings emitted from his pupil. He said one word.

“Run.”

Suddenly filled with adrenaline, I fell backwards and scrambled, managing to turn myself around and start booking it, tripping a few times and catching myself with my hands, pushing myself off the floor for a small boost. As I was running, it occurred to me I didn’t know which way I wanted to go; I had no idea whether he was going to kill me or if he was turning this into a game. If I headed out of the observatory and he was just messing with me, I risked making both of us look unprofessional in front of his other employees or, god forbid, one of the other Vees who were on a surprise visit to see him. If he was trying to kill me…

I made a brash decision and burst through the observatory doors as I heard a maniacal laugh split the air behind me, followed by the sound of electricity zapping. Within seconds, he materialized in front of me, causing me to force my heels into the ground and come to a screeching halt. His arms were folded behind his back and he leaned down a bit intimidatingly, chuckling in amusement at the bewildered look on my face. He slowly began taking steps towards me, forcing me to back up past the observatory doors I had just so half-hazardly barreled through seconds ago. “Going somewhere?”

“Just following orders”, I replied in nervous excitement, watching as his grin only widened.

“Oh, but when I tell you you’re not to enter the observation room unless I specifically say”, he used his electrokinesis to close the small gap between us, grabbing my wrists in either hand, “suddenly you know better?” The observation room doors slammed behind us, once again shielding us from the outside hallway where anyone could walk by as he pushed me onto the floor and straddled me, effectively trapping me.

“Well…” I desperately tried to change the subject as his clawed fingers suddenly grasped either side of my waist, causing me to squeak. “You’re not the only one who’s confused. Why didn’t you use your electrokinesis to get away when I was-“

“How ticklish are you on a scale from one to ten?” He interrupted, eyes seeming to scan me before his pupils flickered back up to mine, obviously avoiding the question.

“Wh-what?” I was caught so off guard by the question that I stuttered, shrieking as he suddenly squeezed my waist, my hands flying to grasp his wrists.

He laughed at my reaction, eyes narrowing. “Ah, ten. You really just fucked yourself, you know that?”

“I’m not… that… I was just taken by surprise!” I stared wide-eyed as he suddenly sat up a bit, seeming to process what I said. Then he laughed again, eyes crinkling shut for a moment before looking down at me.

“You’re not… that? Not what?” His eyes widened in glee. “Holy shit, can you not even say the fucking word?!”

Red dusted my features as he continued laughing at me, finding the whole situation hilarious. “I can say it just fine!” I lied defiantly. “I said it earlier, didn’t I?!”

“Oh yeah, sure, you said it earlier when you weren’t so flustered. I think your brain turned to soup when I pointed that out, though…” He tapped his screen right below his eye, indicating that I was blushing. Of course, this only made it worse, and he snickered at my reaction. “So, if you can say the word ‘just fine’, do it now. Say tickle.” He crossed his arms and waited with a knowing look.

Of course, I could only manage to stutter, testing the first syllable of the word over and over, growing more and more embarrassed. His stupid smirk only grew as more time passed, eyebrow quirking. Finally, I gave up out of frustration at being proven wrong. “Fuck you!” I chided, watching as he threw his head back and laughed.

“See? You’re such an open book! I bet even this stupid shit would get you…” I froze as he suddenly hovered both hands in front of my face, wiggling his claws. “Tickle, tickle, tickle~”

I squeaked and put my face in my hands, a reflex more than a conscious decision. My face felt like it was on fire at this point — how long was this fucker gonna keep bullying me for?! Everytime he laughed it felt like I was about to explode, and I jumped as I felt his hands settle on my sides again.

“You’re way too fucking fun to mess with”, he mused. “I’m not even trying!” He suddenly applied an overlay to his voice as if he were broadcasting. “Breaking news: Voxtech employee blushes so hard their face explodes!”

As I went to protest, I instead found myself sputtering and squirming as he suddenly dug his claws into my sides, attempting to push him off of me, to which he only chuckled.

“Trying to escape already? You must be reaaally sensitive, huh? Really sensitive right here?” Claw after claw dug into the area on either side, and he rapid-fire squeezed for emphasis, causing me to make a series of noises not unlike a pug, twisting and turning underneath him.

“V-Vox, wait, nohoho!” I trailed off into helpless giggles as he spidered his claws on either side of my waist, squirming around underneath him as his face lit up with delight.

“Aww, is it too much? Does it tickle that bad?” His teasing made me attempt to hide my face again, eyes squeezed shut as I attempted to muffle my giggling. I failed to keep myself quiet as he suddenly moved his hands to just beneath my ribs, causing me to shriek and grab his hands. His eyes widened in recognition, chuckling evilly.

“Oh! You’re just making this too fucking easy for me! Could you be any more obvious?!” I fell into laughter as he continued digging into the area even faster if anything, causing me to basically short-circuit as pleas began involuntarily leaving me.

“W-WAIHAIT BOSS PLEAHEASE!” I whined, unsuccessful in my attempts to cover the area, the tips of his claws managing to break through.

“Oh, what, are you just too sensitive? Can’t handle it? Is this your worst spot? Is there a worse one…?” He trailed off with lidded eyes as they started wandering before returning to my own. “How about… here?”

I nearly screeched as he dragged his claws across my stomach, hurriedly attempting to sit up. He acted quickly, pinning my legs with his own and laughing at my urgent reaction as he continued spidering across my stomach, having me hiding my face again as he briefly displayed a casino slot machine on his screen that lit up in a jackpot.

“You know, how are you still alive being this fucking ticklish? I mean, I could just tickle you to death if I wanted to. And that’s saying something given I haven’t even…” I fell into desperate hysterics as a small jolt of static electricity left his claws, creating an overwhelming tingling feeling.

“VOHOX NAHAHA!-“

“Vox, what? Vox, please keep going? Vox, I love when you tickle me? If you want me to stop, you better switch back to calling me ‘boss’ again… and start apologizing for that little stunt you pulled earlier.” My struggling only intensified as he suddenly shoved his fingers under my arms, unable to pry his claws away. “Orrr you could just keep trying to fight back. That meeting was my last one until tomorrow, so I can do this all day…”

I tried to fire back at him about earlier, but all I could do was laugh, so instead my hands moved from his wrists to the sides of his ribs, desperately spidering. He physically convulsed, gasping before giggling a bit, immediately removing his claws from me to grab my wrists. Once he had torn them away from his body, he glared down at me, clearly a bit flustered as I managed a shit-eating smirk.

“Oh, you think you’re so fucking funny, huh? You think you can get away with something like that again?” I felt my face light up as I realized how strong his grip was, my proud moment short-lived as he put both wrists into one hand and pinned them above my head. “Hoho no, you’re gonna fucking pay for that…”

I quietly gasped as the tip of every claw on his free hand pressed straight onto my ribs, unmoving. A wicked grin split across his screen, studying my reaction with playfulness that was borderline malicious. “Really? Really? You targeted me somewhere that you can’t handle yourself?” I could only wiggle around as he started tickling, showing no mercy.

“HA! You have no idea how ridiculous you look right now. Can’t do anything, huh? Just gonna twist left and right like you’re actually able to get away?” I couldn’t respond to him if I wanted to, as I had immediately fallen into hysterics, trying everything in my power to get a quip in with all the talking he was doing… If I knew anything about Vox, it was that when his pride was hurt, he felt the need to explain himself to heaven and back. Once he had monologued for a bit, he let up slightly – just enough that I could form words again.

“Okay OKAY BOSS I’M SOHOHORRY!” He rolled his eyes with a smirk, voice lowering from the practical shout he had been using this entire time.

“Want me to stop? I don’t know~ there’s plenty of other spots I haven’t explored yet…” I fell into uncontrollable giggles as he gently spidered across the sides of my neck, blushing furiously. “Oh, really sensitive here, huh? I wonder if I tease you some more if your face will get even redder than it already is…” It did, in fact, get redder after he said that.

“BOSS PLEAHEAHEASE! TOO MUHUCH!” Tears were forming at the corners of my eyes as I desperately turned my head this way and that, his claws jumping to the other side as I attempted to defend myself.

Finally, he sighed, sitting back and letting my wrists go. He stayed on top of me, however, watching with his arms crossed as I regained my breath, hiding my face as it began returning to its normal color.

“Cute.” My eyes shot to his, unsure if I heard him right. I didn’t have time to ask him, however, as he quickly stood up and grabbed my hand, pulling me up next to him.

“Well, that was… fun. And just as a reminder…” He wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me to his side.

“If you ever tell anyone about your little… discovery…” He poked me in the ribs as emphasis before whispering right into my ear. “I’m going to wreck you so badly that the mere sight of these claws”, he wiggled them in front of my face threateningly, “will have you blushing so hard that you faint.” We stood still like that for a moment, as if he wanted to make sure I processed what he said, before he suddenly let go of me.

“Alright, get out of here, and if anyone asks, you were laughing because I’m just that fucking hilarious, got it?”

“Y-yes, sir”, I nervously agreed before he shot one last smile at me and turned, walking to his console. I left the observatory still a flustered mess, fiddling with my hands as I questioned if any of that even happened. I knew one thing for certain: the very next day I was doing that again.

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fluffy-lee-boa · 3 months

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Wishful Thinking || A 'Hazbin Hotel' Tickle Fic (100 Follower Special)

Summary: Vox's obsession with Alastor is no secret, but the true extent and nature of said obsession is an entirely different story. As his thoughts grow increasingly consumed by his rival, Vox finds it harder and harder to think about anything else, ultimately coming to a head with a very interesting discovery.

Content Warnings: Canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lil' bit of blackmail, and Vox being a thirsty bitch for Alastor (because we love a good dose of one-sided attraction). Also, not really a warning, but any scenes that take place in somebody's head are in blue and italics (you'll see what I mean as you read).

Word Count: 3,669 words.

Vox couldn't fucking stand Alastor.

His stupid smile, his stupid voice, those stupid powers that allowed him to crush anyone in his way like an insect. The man was infuriating, always acting so calm and in control, even after Vox managed to get the drop on him that fateful day seven years ago. It was like nothing could touch him in any MEANINGFUL way, a fact that frustrated Vox to no end.

Yes, Alastor was nothing but a big pain in the ass, constantly doing anything in his power to screw with Vox, oftentimes broadcasting it for the entirety of Pride to witness.

Worst of all was the way that he infiltrated Vox's processor, filling his head with fantasies he had no way of controlling without shutting himself down completely. And it wasn't even intentional! That bastard had no idea what he was doing, or if he did, he gave no indication of it! No, he just kept on smiling that stupid grin, making those passive aggressive remarks, acting like he wasn't the thing consuming Vox's mind nearly twenty-four hours a day.

Vox watched the surveillance footage captured earlier that morning, feeling his breath hitch at the staticky image being displayed. He could just barely make out Alastor's form through the distortion (another thing that Vox hated about him; the bastard made it damn near impossible to get a clear image of him), standing outside the doors of little Princess Morningstar's hotel discussing something unintelligible with that winged cat sinner who often hung around him.

Through the grainy audio, he could just make out Alastor barking out a laugh, the sound itself laced with static and radio interference. The deer demon's shoulders shook, his ears pinning back slightly as he chortled, his companion letting out an irritated huff in response.

How many times had Vox watched the clip now? He had honestly lost count. He didn't know why he kept returning to that particular moment of footage; nothing particularly useful or interesting was occurring. Just a regular conversation, from what he could tell. There was just...something in the other overlord's moment of mirth that captured his full attention, setting something ablaze within the TV demon.

More; he wanted to hear more.

The lights flickered, the sound of screeching radio filling the air, accompanied by something entirely different.

Giggling, pure and hysterical.

Alastor lurched forwards, hands latched onto Vox's wrists as he tried to lean forward and away from the other demon, who held him firmly against his chest. "Rehehehehelease me at ohohohohonce!" The usually composed overlord was a mess, face tinted a bright shade of red, eyes crinkled with mirth as another wave of snickers shook his frame. "Shihihihihihihit!"

Vox chuckled, leaning forward to croon into Alastor's ear, which immediately flicked at the feeling of the other's warm breath. "What's the matter, old man? Too ticklish?" He sang, smirk widening. "What would the public think, knowing the famed Radio Demon is so...sensitive..." He growled the last part, low and teasing, resulting in a shriek of microphone feedback from Alastor. "Perhaps I should turn on some of my cameras, hm? I doubt you could focus on messing with them while your giggling so hard. I could let all of Hell know just how much of a ticklish little-"

Vox blinked, pulled from his daydream by a raised brow from Velvette. "Vox, are you listening to me? This is important shit! I need to make sure you're on top of the advertisements for my new collection if we are going to see any substantial sales!"

Vox cleared his throat, trying to urge his screen to COOL THE FUCK DOWN before his flusteredness became obvious. "Apologies, I seem to have gotten distracted. You were saying, my sweet?"

Vox chuckled, watching his rival's squirming form, bound to the chair with the purest grade of angelic steel money could buy.

Only the best for this occasion.

"Well, well! Look what the cat dragged in!" Vox laughed, walking in circles around Alastor, taking in every detail of the scene before him. He was going to relish thing; savor it. He had waited so long to have the other at his mercy, and now he was going to take his sweet time and ENJOY the fruits of his labor. "You've lost your touch, old timer! It was far too easy to catch you in my little trap."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, grin tightening in a clear show of displeasure. "You would do well to remember who you are speaking to." He retorted, chin raising defiantly as Vox finally stopped in front of him.

"Oho, I remember good and well. I'm talking to the prick who has done nothing but make my life harder ever since he arrived here, and I'm going to see to it you feel every second of what's coming next." He leaned forward, locking eyes with the other overlord as he gave a grin of his own, his far more devious. "Little buck."

Vox's hand's shot out, latching onto Alastor's ribcage and beginning to claw at the boney torso. Alastor's breath hitched, his eyes widening with alarm. His grin became more strained as he jerked forward, trying to curl inwards on himself. His breathing became sporadic, lips sealed shot as a wobbly, genuine smile began to curl at the corners of his mouth. "F-Fuhuhuck!"

The TV demon laughed lowly. "Trying to hold out, are we? We'll see how long that lasts..."

Vox awoke with a start, his screen turning on as he bolted up in bed. His eyes were wide, immediately flicking over to Valentino, who lay beside him. Thankfully, the moth was still sound asleep, snoring loudly without a care in the world. Vox sighed, running a hand across his face and feeling the heat of a blush under his palm.

Damn it, this was starting to get out of control!

Vox was going mad! No matter how hard he tried to clear his thoughts, they always returned back to those deep, hidden desires playing out over and over in his processor. He found himself constantly thinking about Alastor's smile, his laugh, the prospect of taking him down with a few well placed squeezes or prods. To make matters worse, Vox was having a hard time FUNCTIONING at work because of this, and he could tell the other Vees were starting to catch on that something was up.

The TV demon rung his hands together, pacing back and forth in his private office. He had to find a solution FAST or he was royally screwed!

'Damn you, Alastor!’ Vox thought, a small growl slipping out as he rubbed his forehead, flopping into his chair and turning to face one of the many spying monitors plastered to the wall. "Pull up what we have on the Hazbin Hotel." He grumbled, giving in to his urge to spy on his rival once more. Inside, he secretly hoped to catch another fleeting moment of mirth from Alastor, even if it was just a chuckle.

Three monitors came to life, showing the hotel from various angles, with one focused directly on the front entrance. Aside from his...ongoing interest in the Radio Demon, Vox liked to keep tabs on who was going in and out of the hotel, just to make sure the princess wasn't gaining any more powerful allies he needed to know about. The scene was serene, or at least as serene as a live feed of Hell COULD be, nothing out of place. It seemed luck wasn't on Vox's side, as Alastor was nowhere to be seen. The TV host felt his eye twitch in irritation, disappointment stirring within him.

"You motherfucker! This is a brand new suit!" Vox yelled angrily as Alastor dodged another of his attempts to strike him.

The Radio Demon let out an amused chuckle (though unfortunately not the kind of laugh Vox had been secretly craving), one flick of his microphone sending three tentacles darting at Vox from different directions, which the other barely managed to avoid. "Really? Could have fooled me with how tacky and outdated it looks." The redhead retorted smugly.

"Oh, fuck you! I'll wipe that shit-eating grin off your face!" Vox retorted, giving up on using his powers in favor of lunging for the deer demon himself.

Alastor took a step back, Vox's claws just barely grazing the sides of his neck. The radio host opened his mouth, as if to make another snide remark, but whatever he said died in his throat and was replaced by a startled crack of microphone feedback. The two demons froze, eyes widened as they stared at each other wordless for a moment.

"What the fuck was-" Vox started, but in the blink of an eye, Alastor was gone and their fight was seemingly over.

"I mean, seriously?! What the fuck WAS that?!" Vox asked himself, finding himself pacing around his private surveillance room once more. "He never runs from a fight with me! Shit, he only ran from Adam because he was about to fucking die! He was nowhere near that point today!"

Did Vox somehow managed to hurt him? No, he had thrown far worse at the Radio Demon before without leaving so much as a scratch. He had BARELY touched him, and even with his claws, it couldn't have possibly hurt. So what...

The TV demon stopped, eyes shooting wide open as his breath quickened. No...no fucking way...

Alastor was ticklish. Not just in Vox's mind's eye, not just in his secret fantasies. He was actually, tangibly ticklish, and going from the reaction one brief touch had garnered, horrifically so.

Vox's processor raced at the prospect. He had been daydreaming about turning the other overlord into a cackling puddle, wheezing for mercy through a cracked voice, but he had never actually imagined it was possible! Vox got the feeling this discover was only going to make his daydreaming problem worse, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to care.

Alastor was TICKLISH...

'There has to be some way I can...some trick I can pull to...' Vox's mind raced, barely able to finish a sentence. He HAD to have the other now, even if just for a brief instance. Vox NEEDED to feel that high of reducing his mortal enemy to giggling shambles; to know what it felt like to be the one to finally BREAK the feared Radio Demon. But how?

Obviously the heat of battle wasn't the best place, though it would ensure a public audience to witness his victory. He doubted Alastor would agree to a private meeting, especially after their most recent fight. And there was CERTAINLY no way Vox was going to lower himself enough to go crawling to Princess Morningstar's little hotel. No, Vox was going to have to come up with another solution.

"Something on your mind?" A voice purred from behind him, low and dangerous. Vox yelped, whipping around with widened eyes. From one of the darkened corners of the room, Alastor seeped out of the shadows, grin ever present but appearing more strained than usual. Vox felt a nervous lump form in his throat.

"What the fuck?! How did you even get in here?!" He yelled, immediately moving to hit the alarm button on his control console, only to find his wrist being suddenly restrained by a shadowy tentacle sprouting from the floor.

"Ah, ah!" Alastor tutted, taking a few steps forward. "None of that. I just want to talk." He cocked his head to the side. "And as for how I got in, let's just say your security is shockingly terrible for a demon of your status."

Vox's eyes narrowed. "If you're going to kill me, at least make it quick." He growled, attempting to put on a brave face and save a bit of his pride.

"Kill you? Why, I'm planning to do no such thing, at least not today! After all, to defeat one's rival in such a disgraceful, sneaky manner would not be becoming of either of us, would it?" Alastor chuckled, moving closer to Vox as another tentacle grabbed ahold of his other wrist, keeping the TV demon rooted firmly in place. A flash of green magic briefly passed over Alastor's eyes as he chuckled. "Though it would be quite easy for me to do so with you sooo defenseless."

Vox's brows furrowed in confusion. "Then why the hell are you here?"

"Like I said, I just want to talk." Alastor leaned forward, maintain eye contact with the shorter demon. "To ensure that you keep your trap shut about matters which do not concern you."

"What are you going on about?" Vox sighed, clearly irritated by the other's continued vagueness. He continued to stare at the other demon, who merely continued to watch him wordlessly, before it dawned on him. "You're worried I'm gonna tell somebody you're fucking ticklish?"

Alastor's eye gave the slightest twitch. "Sensitive." He corrected.

"I'm pretty sure you're ticklish." Vox retorted, taking some delight in his rival's clear displeasure. "And what makes you think holding me hostage in my own office would stop me from mentioning it during my next broadcast? You can't keep me like this forever."

The sound of microphone feedback briefly overtook the air around him, making Vox wince at the volume and pitch. "No, I can't keep you here indefinitely, but I can provide you with a little incentive to keep your trap shut." One of the tentacles coiled further down Vox's arm, the end gently brushing over the trapped overlord's armpit. Vox tensed, breath hitching as his eyes grew wide as saucers. "You see, don't think I haven't noticed your own sensitivity, Vox. In fact, I've known about it for some time."

Shit.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about! Get the fuck away from me!" Vox stammered, eyes locked onto the other's devious smirk.

"Oh, come now, don't be shy! It's not as if it was especially hard to find out about! We have fought so often, categorizing your little weak points was easy enough to accomplish!" Alastor took a step closer as the shadowy tentacle began to stroke Vox's armpit more firmly, slowly moving up and down in an agonizingly teasy motion. "I will admit, it took me some time to figure out why you often flinched at the slightest of touches during battle. However, all it took was witnessing one little tickle fight at the hotel to make everything fall into place."

Another of Alastor's tentacle slipped up, beginning to tweak at Vox's side, causing him to bite down on his lip in a desperate attempt to hold back snickers. "Those weren't the reactions of a man barely avoiding a fatal blow, those were the reactions of a man trying oh so hard to keep from giggling."

Vox felt his screen heating more and more by the second, both from embarrassment and the effort to keep his laughter bottled up. What the fuck was happening?! How was this real life?! The TV demon lurched forward, straining against the restrains as a particularly well-placed prod to his hipbone pulled a soft snort out of him. "Shuhuhut the fuck up!"

"Being stubborn, are we? I expected nothing less." Alastor chuckled, clearly amused. "Perhaps I should take a page from Angel Dust's playbook then, hm?" The other overlord suddenly materialized behind Vox, melting from the shadows and resting a clawed hand on the back of Vox's head. His grip tightened, pulling Vox's head backwards as he crooned into his ear. "Coochie coochie coo..."

Vox just about short circuited at that, the sound of loud television static filling the air. As Alastor's free hand suddenly dug into his stomach, he couldn't hold back any longer, bursting into a wave of panicked giggles. "Ohohohoho shihihihihihit!" The flood gates had opened, and Vox had no hope of closing them again, no matter how hard he tried.

"Lovely." Alastor seemed quite pleased with himself, clawed fingers scribbling across his rival's exposed midriff as the tentacles (thankfully) stopped their own attacks, now focusing on holding the TV demon nice and still.

"Fuhuhuhuhuck you! Lehehehehet mehehehe go!" Vox tried to sound threatening, he really did, but that was impossible when every word was laced with titters. He squirmed desperately, attempting to curl inwards and protect his sensitive torso, but the restraints held firm. His voice raised in pitch as Alastor zeroed in on his upper stomach, just below the ribs, refusing to acknowledge the borderline squeal he made.

"And why would I do that? I have you right where I want you; nice and helpless..." There was a low growl to Alastor's words, both threatening and teasing in the most awful of ways, sending Vox further spiraling into flusteredness. His claws began to slowly inch updates, like a spider slowly climbing towards prey trapped in its web. "From what I have gathered, your ribs seem to be an area you're quite desperate to defend during our little fights. I wonder why that could be, hm?"

The TV host began shaking his head furiously. "Dooohohon't yohohohou fucking dahahahahare! I'll kihihihihihihill you!" He snorted, the sound of television static increasing ever so slightly.

"Oops too late!" Alastor's claws dug in, beginning to rake across Vox's rib cage slowly, moving up to just below the armpits before cascading back down to just above the stomach.

Vox screeched, thrashing becoming downright desperate as he threw his head back with laughter. "NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!" His cooling systems had kicked in, the fans whirling loudly as they attempted to cool down his quickly heating form. "NAHAHAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHERE!"

Alastor chuckled devilishly. "Why Vox, you should know better! Everyone knows that saying "not there" only makes the attack want to exploit that spot even more." He hummed, mockingly pretending to think. "Perhaps you DID know, and you're just enjoying this so much you want me to keep going? Is that it?"

The other overlord let out a startled squeal at the feeling of something fiddling with his antenna; when had ANOTHER tentacle popped up?!

Vox face felt like it was on fire from the teasing, his laughter pitching up with flustered desperation. "SHUHUHUHUT THE FUHUHUHUHUHUHUCK UP! THAHAHAHAT'S NOHOHOHOHOT TRUE!" He denied vehemently, knees starting to go weak. After a moment, his legs gave out, but instead of slumping to the floor, Vox found himself being held up by Alastor's sentient shadow. The creature's grin widened, becoming downright feral as it let out an amused cackle at his plight.

"Whatever you say, old pal! Now, if you REALLY want this to stop, you will agree to keep what you discovered today between us alone." Alastor rested his chin on Vox's shoulder, the touch shooting a bigger shock through his nervous system than any tickling ever could. "Do we have a deal?"

Vox's processor was racing a thousand miles a minute. Fuck, why was this actually fucking fun?! What was wrong with him?! He knew he should have hated it; the powerlessness, the teasing, the terror of being so utterly defenseless in front of his greatest rival. Yet...he didn't hate it, a fact he found more flustering than any tease Alastor could have pulled out of his ass.

No, Vox did NOT want it to stop.

Still, if Vox DIDN'T give in, it would only confirm the assumption deer demon had so accurately deduced, and he wasn't sure his heart would be able to take the cruel, crooning teases Alastor would no doubt come up with upon such a revelation. When weighing the humiliation of yielding to Alastor to the humiliation of admitting that he was ENJOYING getting tickled to the brink of his sanity, Vox would take the former any day.

"FIHIHIHIHINE, HOHOHOHOHOLY SHIHIHIHIHIT! DEAL, DEHEHEHEHEEEEAL!" He screeched, a little wheeze slipping out as one of the tentacles tugged on his sensitive antenna. "JUHUHUST STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP, YOU BAHAHAHAHASTARD!"

As soon as those words were uttered, all touch disappeared, and Alastor reappeared a few feet in front of Vox. The overlord collapsed against his surveillance console, panting as his fans worked overtime to cool his body down. He shook with residual titters, his sharp-toothed grin nearly slipping his screen in two.

"There, was that so hard?" Alastor purred, sharing a smug grin with his shadow. "Now, I expect you to hold to our deal, otherwise I will have to take this little audio recording and make it the center of my next broadcast!" The deer demon twirled his cane, gazing at it and humming as Vox's eyes shot open.

"What now?"

Alastor scoffed. "Oh, please! Did you really think I would take you on your word alone that you would stay silent? I knew you would not make a soul deal with me over it, so I took matters into my own hands." The other sinner explained. "See, my microphone was recording our little interaction the whole time, minus the parts about my own...shortcomings. Think of it as insurance; it will not be released to the public as long as you behave yourself!"

Vox's face exploded into a bright blush blush. "Wait, that wasn't part of the fucking-"

"Oops, I'm afraid I have another engagement to attend to! Until we meet again!" Alastor cut him off, melting back into the shadows and disappearing from sight before Vox could finish his sentence. The TV host growled, flopping into his chair. His claws dug into the armrests, slicing into the slight padding. That prick! He couldn't just-

The overlord sighed in defeat after a moment, eyes closing as his breathing slowly returned to normal and his fans kicked off. He could still feel those claws scratching at his ribs, setting his nervous system alight with ticklish fire. He could still hear that voice, singing those awful, teasing words into his ear. He could still feel his limbs strain against the tentacle's hold, preventing him from squirming away no matter how hard he tried. Vox swallowed, feeling his blush returning full force.

He might have a different daydream to worry about now...

#OUGHWAAHHHHH OP THIS IS EVERYTHING 2 ME

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