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Vox paced in circles through his living room, sparks of electricity flickering along his body. Only about –Vox flickered his eyes down to his watch– 20 minutes till he went to meet Alastor. It had been made clear multiple times that Vox should not arrive before the set time, as this needed to be kept secret, so Vox was impatiently waiting out the time.
He knew of Alastors cannibalistic tendencies. Although a little gross, it was Hell after all. He’d seen much worse during his many years down here. And apparently, Alastor was trying to be on his ‘best behavior’ while he played whatever sick game he had planned at the Hotel. Which meant it was difficult for him to feed his… animalistic desires. And so, out of the blue, he approached Vox with a Deal of sorts; nothing soul-binding of course, just an agreement that if Vox let Alastor clench his hunger by allowing him to consume small amounts of his flesh, the two would set aside their rivalry, not interfere in each others work in any way, and interact almost as if they were friends again.
It was a little fucked up, honestly. Vox knew it. But he’d still said yes. It was pathetic, the way he craved attention from a man who seemed only to enjoy tormenting and humiliating him.
Vox was a man who needed to be in control; to always know what was going on. With Alastor, he had none of that. Vox had no control over Alastor, never knew what the Radio Demons' next move would be, and he couldn’t even watch him properly through his cameras. It was infuriating! So why the hell was he so damned obsessed with him?
For the past few months, they’d met once every two weeks in Alastor’s room at the Hotel. After every visit Vox would head home, bloody and wrapped with bandages, but with a beaming smile across his screen. He wanted back the feeling of the friendship they had once had so badly, he didn’t care how he had to get it. It wasn’t until after he’d gone to bed for the night that he’d start to feel used and pitiful; heart aching with a longing for something he knew he could never have. As much as he tried to convince himself of the opposite, Vox loved Alastor.
He was certain Alastor didn’t care about him. Not anymore. Acting as if they were friends again was merely a way for him to get what he wanted. And surely, humiliating Vox was a wonderful bonus. As pathetic as it was, Vox still craved it. He could convince himself for a short time that they were friends again, and that Alastor enjoyed his company just as much as Vox enjoyed his. He could live with that. His dignity was but a small price to pay.
Glancing at his watch again, Vox perked up. It was finally time! He said a quick goodbye to Vark, grabbing the Shark puppy’s face in his hands and kissing him atop his head. “Daddy’ll be home soon, Varky!”
As he prepared to leave, he stopped. Slipping off his coat –Alastor had ripped it on multiple occasions– he folded it up and placed it over his couch. The costs of getting it fixed were becoming ridiculous. He then zapped through his TV, riding the electrical waves to the Hotel.
He resurfaced in Alastor’s room. Alastor had agreed to leave a VoxTech watch in his room, simply for convenience. And promptly threatened Vox that should any spying occur, Vox would need a new head. It was tempting, but he was quite fond of his head, plus it was a bitch installing a new one.
Not even having a moment to gain his bearings, Vox was slammed against a wall, followed by sharp teeth sinking into his throat. Right. He forgot they’d had to reschedule. Alastor was likely ravenous. Vox had been swamped with meetings and testing new products, and just didn’t have the time to make their usual date.
“Holy shit!” Vox groaned, grabbing Alastor’s shoulders. “Wow, nice to see you too.” He let out a weak chuckle. Alastor could be… unpredictable when he was hungry.
Alastor pulled away from his neck, leveling Vox with a glare. He looked pissed, but the blood dripping down his chin –Vox’s blood– made him shiver. Before they’d made this arrangement, Vox had never thought being eaten could be sexy, but here he was.
“It has been three weeks since you were last here, so you’ll have to excuse me Vox. I’m starved .” Hissing static distorted his voice, and he looked borderline feral, looking at Vox like he was nothing more than prey. Arousal fluttered in Vox’s stomach, and his fans picked up in an attempt to cool his rapidly heating body.
“I know, I know.” He held up his hands in mock surrender. “I’m sorry. Work’s been literal Hell lately. Especially since Val’s still pissed about Angel moving out.” He rolled his eyes, remembering the last tantrum he’d had to defuse. Another broken phone and several canceled plans later, he finally had a calm Valentino.
Vox noticed Alastor’s eyes narrowed at the mention of Valentino. Apparently, he still disliked the other Overlord. “But, to make up for it, uhh- eat your fill! I mean- well, don’t eat too much of me, please. But ya know, indulge a little!”
Alastor’s smile stretched, curving up the sides of his face as he licked his lips. “What a kind offer! I’ll be happy to.” Placing a hand on the bottom of Vox’s screen, Alastor pushed his head to the side, using his other to pull Vox’s shirt away from his neck.
Vox shivered as Alastor’s tongue slid up his neck, fluffy ears ticking the sides of his head. His eyes fluttered shut and he placed a hand on Alastor’s waist to steady himself.
The sound of tearing fabric ripped through the room. His shirt was torn nearly in half, as Alastor sought out more skin. Sharp agony seared through Vox’s shoulder as he felt Alastor’s teeth sink into him again. He clamped his free hand against his mouth, desperate to muffle the noises he couldn’t contain.
Several bites later, Vox’s head had begun to feel heavy, body weak from blood loss. He swayed, legs no longer having the strength to hold him upright. Thankfully, Alastor must have noticed. He pushed himself roughly against Vox, pining the Media demon between himself and the wall.
Knowing Alastor had him steady, Vox let himself relax, melting back against the wall as endorphins flooded his body. His hand dropped from his mouth, hanging limply at his side as he basked in the mix of pleasure and pain; the feeling of Alastor’s body pressed so closely to his own. It felt right. Safe. He giggled a little at the thought.
Finally finished, Alastor pulled away and Vox let out a quiet sigh as he blinked his eyes open, already missing the feel of Alastors hands on him.
“Delicious as always, my dear,” Alastor complimented, swiping his tongue around his blood-stained mouth. “Thank you, I feel much better now.”
“Always happy to help.” Vox smiled lazily, watching Alastor with a soft expression as he refocused himself.
Alastor stared at him with an unreadable look in his eyes for a moment. Vox thought maybe he looked as if he wanted to say something, but must have thought better of it. “Now, let’s get you fixed up!” He declared, back to his usual self. Wrapping an arm around Vox’s waist, Alastor helped him across the room. Vox melted into Alastor’s side, allowing himself to be led to the fireplace.
He was guided down into one of the chairs before Alastor turned to retrieve the first Aid Kit they had stored for these times. Vox watched him go, reaching up to feel his neck. The skin was torn and jagged as usual, but a great deal more flesh was gone. He pulled his hand away, sticky and dripping dark blood. Ew.
Alastor returned, kneeling down with the already open kit beside him. He removed the remains of Vox’s tattered and stained shirt and tossed it to the side. Grabbing a roll of bandages, he gently tilted Vox’s head to the side, exposing the wounds. “I may have caused a tad more damage than I’d intended. Nothing too serious though! Should be no trouble at all to heal up!” As always, with surprising care, he bandaged up Vox’s wounds. It made Vox feel as if Alastor did care; even a little. The thought was nice.
Alastor grasped the bottom of Vox’s head, now tilting it to the opposite side. He hadn’t bitten him there this time. “Al, what are doing?” Vox glanced at Alastor with a raised brow.
“Hmm, it looks as though you didn’t heal all your wounds from last time,” Alastor commented with amusement, trailing a delicate red claw down pale healed scars. “You let them heal all on their own. I wonder why?” He inquired, giving Vox a sly look.
Vox tensed. Shit. Shoulda thought that one through a little more. Selfishly, he’d let some of Alastor’s bite wounds heal on their own, wanting them to scar. They were little reminders that at least Vox was worth enough for Alastor to eat. He was important to him for something.
“Oh, uhh– I was busy. Didn’t have the time to bother healin’ ‘em myself. Simple as that.” Vox played it off with a wave of his hand.
“Oh, I see. Makes perfect sense!” Alastor finally moved away, but Vox had a feeling he didn’t believe a word of it. He never could lie very well to Alastor. The other always had a way to see straight through him. And besides, it took almost no time at all to heal his wounds, even the deep ones Alastor left on him. His brain really wasn’t working at a high enough speed right now to be coming up with convincing lies.
“Care for a drink?” Alastor piped up, standing at a small table with various bottles.
“Yeah, ‘course.” They always shared a drink at the end of these nights, chatting about whatever came to mind—just like old times.
Quiet Jazz began to flow from the radio Alastor kept on his bookshelf, and he turned, handing Vox a glass of Whiskey, a glass of Rye for himself in his other hand. Vox gratefully accepted the drink, sighing at the satisfying burn it left in his throat. He could already feel his wounds slowly regenerating, and along with it the fog in his brain began to dissipate. He relaxed back with his drink, listening to the vaguely familiar song that played.
When he finally looked up from his drink, his eyes widened as he found Alastor staring at him. His gaze was intense, and a bit unnerving, roving over Vox’s screen. He didn’t stop when Vox tried to meet his eye; he just continued running his eyes over Vox, almost as if he were analyzing him.
“Al, why the fuck are you looking at me like that? It’s creepy.”
Finally meeting Vox’s eye, Alastor ignored his question, asking one of his own instead. “I feel as though you aren’t getting everything you want out of this arrangement Vox, are you?”
Vox blinked. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“It means exactly as I said. Although, I suppose it’s not really a question, now is it?” Alastor chuckled. “Tell me, what else does that mechanical little heart of yours desire?”
Vox froze. Apparently, he was far more transparent than he’d thought. Or Alastor just knew him too well. A mix of both, most likely.
“We’re friends again– sort of. That’s all I ever wanted.” Vox lied through his teeth, praying Alastor would drop it. The sadistic fuck didn’t need anything else to humiliate Vox with. He had plenty to work with as it was.
“We both know lying to me gets you nowhere, my dear.” Alastor left his chair, leaning over Vox with one hand behind his back, the other tilting Vox’s screen up by his chin. Eyes lidded and with a devilish smile, Alastor purred, “Now I’ll ask you again: what else do you want?”
Vox flushed, static shooting up his antennae. Was Alastor really asking what Vox thought he was here? No. It was just another way to humiliate Vox. That’s what this was. Alastor knew how badly Vox wanted him, and was just using it as another way to toy with him. Well, fuck that!
“You really wanna know what I want Alastor? I want you dead! I want to tear that freaky ass smile right off your face, and bury you six feet under!”
“Aww. A cute attempt, really. But you wouldn't be here right now if that was the case. Try again!”
Alastor’s cheerful tone was starting to piss Vox off. He acted as if this was nothing but a game! It probably was for him. “Fuck you! I’m not telling you shit! You’re just gonna use it against me for your own sick fucking amusement!”
Alastor sighed. “I can assure you I have no intentions of using this against you. I already have a good idea of what it is you want,” A red-tipped finger trailed down Vox’s sternum, down his stomach, stopping just at the waist of Vox’s pants. Resting it on the zipper, Alastor looked back up at Vox, “but I want to hear it from you.”
Vox searched Alastor’s gaze. This had to be a trap. But there was nothing malicious in Alastor’s voice. He seemed… genuine. “You’re really not just trying to fuck with me?” He had to ask. He had to have Alastor tell him one more time.
“I promise I am not. Tell me what you want from me.”
Say goodbye to whatever shred of dignity you had left, Vox. “Everything. I want everything. I want you .” His voice wobbled, and he took a shaky breath. “I want you to touch me like I matter to you. I want to mean as much to you as you do to me. I want you Alastor, entirely .”
Alastor smiled widely. “Now, there’s a good boy.”
Vox whimpered, swallowing heavily.
“Stand up for me, dear.” Alastor let go of Vox, stepping back to make room.
“Huh, why?” Vox questioned, lifting himself from his seat. Alastor took his spot and swiftly pulled Vox down into his lap, back pressed against Alastor's chest.
Vox blinked. Holy shit, it was happening. It was actually happening. The shock alone was almost enough to cause Vox to reboot.
He felt Alastor’s hands on him, running up and down his chest, down his abdomen; caressing and exploring every inch of exposed skin. Like he genuinely wanted to touch Vox. But wait…
Vox turned around in Alastor’s lap, now sitting face to face. “Al, I don’t want you to pretend you want me. I don’t want you doing something like this if you don’t actually want to.”
Alastor rested his hands on Vox's hips. “Whoever said I was doing something I didn’t want to do? You should know by now, that I do not do anything I don’t want to.”
“So, you really do… want me?” Vox held his breath.
“I must admit, I don’t often partake in things of this nature, but I’ve thoroughly thought it over. So yes, I do want you Vox. Entirely .”
“ Fuck ,” Vox wheezed before grabbing Alastor’s bowtie and slamming their lips together. It was a violent clash of sharp teeth and clearly, Alastor had no idea what he was doing. But he made up for it in enthusiasm. As Vox slipped his tongue into Alastor’s mouth, the metallic taste of his own blood hit his tastebuds, and he moaned obscenely.
Vox reached for Alastor’s cheek with one hand, burying the other in his hair. Alastor didn’t stop him, so Vox took it as a go-ahead to explore a bit. He grabbed a fistful of the fluffy hair, giving it a slight tug. Alastor tensed, squeezing Vox’s hips tightly, and letting out a groan into Vox’s mouth.
Vox pulled his face back, severing the kiss with a smug smile. “Like a little pain, Alastor?”
“Don’t act as if you don’t enjoy it too. Did you think I didn’t notice how aroused you were every time I bit you?” Alastor mirrored the smug expression.
Vox chuckled. “Oh, I know how much of a whore I am for pain. Just find it funny we’re both fuckin’ masochists.”
“We make a splendid little match then.” Alastor grinned, digging his claws into Vox’s hips before he dived down to Vox’s chest.
“Oh, fuck yes we-” Vox broke off with a moan as teeth nipped at his chest. Pleased with the reaction, Alastor further attacked Vox’s skin, leaving bites of various sizes across his collarbone, chest, and the unbandaged side of his neck. Vox gripped Alastor’s hair tightly, shivering and whimpering after every new bite. A warm tongue lapped up the blood dripping from Vox’s wounds, swiping over a nipple, and Vox’s reaction was instant.
“Ahh- f-f-uck!” His hips jerked forward, voice glitching out. He was already aching and leaking, and Alastor hadn’t even gone near his dick yet!
“Sensitive area, my dear?” Lips smirked against Vox’s skin, before repeating the action.
Vox whimpered, glaring down at the top of Alastor’s hair. “W-w-what do you thi-think, ass-h-hole!”
Alastor just let out a little hum.
“Come on, quit teasing me already!” Vox punctuated this by rolling his hips, rubbing his hard-on against Alastor’s. Wait. Alastor was hard; Because of Vox. Vox did that! He couldn’t keep the satisfied grin off his screen.
Alastor moaned. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” He ripped his claws through Vox’s pants, tearing most of the fabric away. Alastor just couldn’t stop destroying his clothes, could he?
“Damn it! Every time I come here, you ruin more and more of my clothes!”
“I much prefer you without them,” Alastor mumbled against Vox's neck, hands returning to his hips, slowly grinding him down on Alastor’s cock.
“Oh, fuck. Ok, yeah, totally worth it then,” Vox panted. He grabbed the lapels of Alastor’s coat, whining and gasping as he made a weak attempt to rub down against Alastor.
“How about you let me take control, hmm?” Alastor asked, laving his tongue up the side of Vox’s neck before he brought them face to face. “You’ve been such a tremendous help, I’d like to reward you.”
Vox trembled, sharp sparks of electricity shooting from his hands. He nodded enthusiastically.
“Wonderful! You won’t be needing these any longer then.” Alastor slipped a claw under the waistband of Vox’s boxers, and with a sharp tug tore them open.
Vox’s breath hitched as his flushed cock was exposed to the air and to Alastor’s burning gaze.
“Look at you Vox! Leaking all over yourself for me.” Alastor ghosted a nail against the side of Vox’s shaft, drawing a breathy gasp from him. “How long have you desired me in this way?”
“F-fuck, years- years Alastor! I’ve always wanted you.” He choked out, body quivering and fans working overdrive at the heated attention he’d longed for for so long.
“Even after everything that happened between us, you still yearned for me throughout it all. I’m flattered, my dear.” Alastor pulled him into another kiss.
Vox melted into it but soon froze as a strange sensation ghosted across his thighs. His skin prickled as he felt it glide over his hips, soon joined by more that seemed to wound tightly around his thighs and pelvis. He pulled away, eyes widening with a gasp when he realized it was Alastor’s weird shadowy tentacles. “Oh, fuck…” He moaned.
Another one slithered up from the shadows, hovering outside Vox’s mouth. He looked at Alastor in confusion, unsure what exactly he wanted from him.
“I believe we’ll need some form of lubrication. So open up.” Alastor smirked, before brushing the tentacle against Vox’s lips.
“I’d much rather have your dick in my mouth, but yeah, I see your point.” Obediently, Vox opened his mouth.
Alastor let out a teasing laugh. “I’m sure you would, dear. But not today.”
The tentacle slid into Vox’s mouth, and he closed his lips, swirling his tongue around. It didn’t feel as strange as he’d anticipated, and surprisingly it had no taste. Drool pooled in his mouth as he licked and sucked, eager to get on. Another time he’d love to get face fucked by one of these things, but only one thing was on his mind right now.
Sufficiently coated, the tendril slid from his mouth, saliva dripping from his lips and down his chest. It was then brought down behind Vox, and he felt the slick tip of it teasing against his hole.
“Oh fuck! Shit this, ahh –this is really hot and all, but please tell me you're actually gonna fuck me? Like, not just with your weird ass tentacles?” Vox babbled as felt the tendril push past his muscle, wriggling inside.
Alastor laughed. “You must have patience, dear.” A finger lifted Vox’s chin. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yeah, yep, I can do that,” Vox gasped, wide-eyed.
“Good boy.” Alastor praised before removing the tentacle from Vox, immediately plunging it back deep inside.
Vox cried out, burying his screen in Alastor’s chest, still tightly gripping the others' coat lapels. He felt a finger running against his damaged antenna, sparks of pleasure shooting along it. At the same moment, the tentacle inside him started moving, slowly fucking in and out. Vox whimpered, overwhelmed and shuddering.
“What a sensitive little thing you are Vox,” Alastor commented, continuing to stroke and rub the pads of his fingers along the antenna. “I wonder what other little secrets I can draw out of you?”
Vox just whined again, desperate for Alastor to just shut up and fuck him already, but at the same time, he never wanted it to end.
“But you’ve behaved so well, I suppose I should quit teasing you now.”
The tentacle finally pulled out and melted back into whatever shadow it had come from. The tendrils still wound around him lifted Vox while Alastor freed himself from his pants; otherwise remaining completely clothed. Vox’s mouth watered as he was lowered just above Alastor’s dick. Hands were placed on his hips as Alastor guided him down, the head of his cock just brushing against Vox’s hole. Vox whimpered, rocking his hips down.
Alastor tsked. “Now, what did I say about being patient, hmm?”
“And what did you say about not teasing me anymore!” Vox retorted.
“I said I should stop. That doesn’t necessarily mean I will .” Alastor grinned wickedly before slamming Vox down.
Vox cried out as Alastor finally entered him, stuffing him full in a satisfyingly painful stretch. Alastor groaned, low and guttural, resting his forehead on Vox’s chest. The sound sent shivers down Vox’s spine. Absolutely he’d be storing those away for future private use.
It only took Alastor a moment to adjust before he set a merciless pace, lifting Vox so only the tip of his dick remained inside, then slamming him back down. Vox panted, eyes glazed as he tried to focus on Alastor.
Alastor was flushed, ears set back and watching Vox with a lidded, heated gaze. His everpresent smile was gone, mouth agape as he panted. But he still appeared so controlled, even as he was giving Vox the best dicking down of his life. And fuck if it wasn’t infuriatingly hot!
Small moans slipped from Alastor’s lips, clearer to hear as he brought his face to Vox’s neck, He nuzzled against it before biting down over healed scars, tearing the mended skin.
Vox gasped, heart thudding in his chest. He’d fantasized for so long about having Alastor’s attention like this, and now having it, he felt ready to pass out, dizzy with euphoria.
“Fuck, ahh – Alastor. I wanted you for so, so fucking long,” Vox whispered, eyes brimming with tears.
Alastor stilled, holding Vox down as he lazily rolled his cock up into him. He leaned back and raised a hand, gently wiping the teardrops from Vox’s eyes. “I know, dear. And now you finally have me.” His hand stroked down the side of Vox’s head, slipping around his throat possessively. “And I don’t ever intend to let you go.” He gave a light squeeze.
“Never?” Vox breathed.
“Never darling. You're all mine now.” Alastor purred, returning his hands to Vox’s hips, once again building up the brutal pace.
“Oh fuck!” Vox panted, wrapping his arms around Alastor’s neck. “Alastor. Alastor….” His body shuddered, electricity dancing across his skin.
In a split second, Vox found his back pressed against the chair, body bent at an awkward angle. Alastor now kneeled above him, still fucking into him with the same brutal pace as if he hadn’t almost given Vox whiplash. One hand gripped Vox’s thigh, spreading his legs apart, the other splayed beside Vox’s head for support. The new angle allowed Alastor to reach even deeper, hitting Vox’s prostate spot-on.
“ Oh god – F-uck! Alastor. Al, I’m s-so clo-ose!” Vox’s voice glitched as he sobbed, mouth open and panting heavily, tears streaming down his face. He reached blindly for Alastor, managing to grip hold of his shoulder with one hand, his coat lapel with the other.
Alastor moaned in reply, tightening his hold on Vox, claws digging into his inner thigh.
“Fuck, I love you Al. I love y-you s-s-s-so fucking muc-h-h…” Vox confessed, voice glitched and distorted as he grew closer.
Alastor growled, releasing his thigh, and grabbed the side of Vox’s head. He lurched down, leaning his weight on his forearm against the chair. His tongue slid up Vox’s screen, licking away the tears and Vox could feel the puffs of his breath as he whispered, “And I adore you, Vox.”
Vox’s muscles tightened, and he came with a strangled sob of Alastor’s name before his screen flashed and went blank.
Vox vaguely processed the feeling of something softly caressing up and down his back as he rebooted. He groggily blinked his eyes, not immediately sure where he was, or what the hell had happened.
“Welcome back!” Alastor’s cheerful voice brought the memories rushing back.
“Holy shit!” Vox abruptly sat up, finding himself once again in Alastor’s lap, still completely naked. “Holy fucking shit!” He repeated, palms on Alastor’s chest as he stared down at the other blankly. “We just had sex…”
“Indeed!” Alastor laughed, jerking Vox as his chest bounced. “I’m glad your memories came back to you quickly this time. Or this would have been rather awkward.”
Vox leaned back down, resting his head on Alastor’s shoulder. His body ached all over, neck especially throbbing, but Alastor’s idle tracing along his back was a welcome distraction. He played over the events of the night, still struggling to believe it had actually happened, and wasn’t another of his pathetic dreams.
‘ And I adore you, Vox.’
A giddy smile spread across Vox’s screen. Alastor hadn’t exactly said ‘I love you’ back, but still, it was clear that Vox meant something special to Alastor. And he never intended to let Vox go.
“So, what exactly happens now?” Vox asked, lifting his head to look at Alastor.
“Well, I’d say a shower would be the best course of action! You’re a mess.”
“Of course, I need a shower! But I meant, like, involving us. This can happen again, right…?” Vox tentatively questioned, a little scared of what the answer would be.
“Yes, if you’d like it to. I meant what I said. I don’t plan on letting you go.” He traced a finger along an antenna and Vox shuddered. “However, I don’t know how often I’ll be willing to have full intercourse. I'm far more interested in exploring different ways I can make you cry and scream .”
Vox groaned. “Oh my god, please just say ‘sex’. It won’t kill you, I promise.” With an affectionate smile, he continued. “But yeah, I definitely want to.”
“Wonderful! Now please, go shower.” Alastor’s hands left him to brush off his jacket, although Vox doubted it would do any good. “You’ve left all kinds of foul stains on my suit.”
Vox lifted his head, glaring. “Hey! It’s your jizz that’s leaking outta my ass right now!” At the glare Alastor sent his way, he swiftly hopped off, swaying a bit on his feet. “But I’m going! I’m going.”
He looked down at his naked frame, remembering that Alastor had torn up every item of clothing he’d worn over. Wonderful . “Any chance you’ve got something I can wear?” He questioned with a hopeful smile. “I don’t really wanna zap home naked. Vark doesn’t need to see that.”
Alastor raised an eyebrow. “Your pet shark?”
“Yeah! He doesn’t need to see his father naked!”
“He’s an animal Vox, I don’t think he’ll care much, seeing as he’s also naked. But if you must, you can borrow something from my dresser.”
Once again dressed in some of Alastor’s spare clothes, Vox made his way back over. Alastor looked as if he’d already changed into a completely fresh suit. Vox hesitated, gaze flicking nervously between the floor and his… friend? Boyfriend? Fuck buddy? He didn’t know what the fuck they were now, but it didn't matter.
Hands clasped behind his back, Alastor quirked an eyebrow. “What is it?”
Vox took a breath. “Umm, any chance I could get a kiss before I go?”
“Really?” Alastor’s other brow raised in disbelief.
Vox stamped his foot. “Yes, ‘really’! You can’t just fuck me and toss me out without at least giving me a kiss goodbye!”
“You truly are ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you ‘ adore’ it!” Vox teased with a bright grin.
Alastor sighed exasperatedly. “Yes, I suppose I do, don’t I?” He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on Vox’s screen. “Now please go home, I’m exhausted.”
An idea popped into Vox’s head. “Ya know, I could always spend the night next time…?” He suggested, hopeful, but mostly expecting a ‘no’. Tonight had already been full of surprises though, so why not try his luck at one more?
Alastor’s eyes narrowed with a hiss of static. “You’re pushing your luck now Vox.”
And Vox deflated. Oh well, worth a shot.
“But… I’ll consider it.”
“Oh, fuck yes!” Vox cheered, pumping his fists. “Okay, I’m actually leaving now, I promise. ‘Night Al!” He winked at Alastor, who just rolled his eyes, but there was something fond in the way he smiled.
Now home, Vox relaxed into bed, Vark curled up under his arm. He couldn’t keep the giddy smile off his face, repeating the night over and over in his head. For once, he could go to sleep without a nauseous feeling in his stomach and an aching heart. He didn’t have to tell himself he didn’t love Alastor; that he didn’t need him in his life. He knew he needed him, and he knew he loved him.
He wasn’t sure how things would change from here, but he found he was okay with that. Cuddling Vark closer, Vox finally shut his eyes.