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Vox was enjoying the kiss. The deep make out. His cock aching to have some attention paid to it, especially when Alastor’s ass shifted around and inadvertently move across it. It was overtop the blanket but the pressure was a tease regardless.

He hummed into the kiss and turned his head to fit their faces even closer.

And then he jolted just a tiny bit- startled by the way Alastor gasped- even if he had been the one to drag it out. Like he had been static shocked and wasn’t a manipulator of current.

Ah- so the other wasn’t quite as far into the horny as he had been. Unsurprising. Now that he remembered the ace sex thing. Listening to the pained panting he swallowed a bit subtly waiting and sort of ready for some kind of retaliation. Ill willed or not. Not fearful by any means just- aware.

Vox stayed sort of froze for a second while their foreheads met. Like he was about to shout Line. Unsure if he should be continuing their kiss? Or the other liked the pain even if it had clearly blind-sided him.

The tears probably would have gone unnoticed in a few scenarios- but not this one with the tv man’s rapt attention on his every cell.

“Are you-?” He started to ask incredulously, probably the dreaded question Alastor was trying to avoid. But then Vox’s name was being whispered so intensely, with such intent and then the kiss started right back up. Different but incredible.

Vox groaned on his exhale into the kiss as he picked right back up. Both hands moving to cradle and frame the others jaw for a moment. Maybe a subtle implied apology. Or nothing at all. But it was a soft touch at least, whether Vox did it intentionally or not.

Fuck he was so hard, he wanted to grind up into that tail.

He didn’t break or change the kiss other than evolving and melding tongue technique with Alastor’s. Soon enough he was panting heavily and desperately too. The tears forgotten.

Oh this is what exorbitant hotels were for.

Vox was still waking up so he chased the pace increase, but was much clumsier in the kiss in doing so. The hand at Alastor’s neck moved up to his head, gripping his hair in a handful to bully him into controlling the kiss. He missed his huge long tongue but this worked all the same.

The other tasted so intoxicating as a man- a human. The only man he’d ever fucked. Some kind of twisted virginity belonged to Alastor now.

His hips squirmed more, trying to find friction- and did find some at a specific angle. The blankets and Alastor’s weight giving him just enough friction if he rocked his hips a certain way.

The tv man finally pulled back from the kiss enough to pant more air back in.

“Cmere..” he panted and pulled him fully onto his hips, his length at full mast behind Alastor and he would likely feel it against his hips now.

Then Vox grabbed his jaw and pulled him back into the kiss. His other hand moved alongside the others back and was momentarily jarred by feeling it completely smooth. It made his chest twist again like he was tasting victory. Inhaling sharp and deeply Vox dragged his nails down his back, it might not draw blood with the nature of human nails… but it would mark. Briefly.

“Mine now.” He growled into the kiss as it abruptly got more fervent.

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Oh this is what exorbitant hotels were for.

Vox was still waking up so he chased the pace increase, but was much clumsier in the kiss in doing so. The hand at Alastor’s neck moved up to his head, gripping his hair in a handful to bully him into controlling the kiss. He missed his huge long tongue but this worked all the same.

The other tasted so intoxicating as a man- a human. The only man he’d ever fucked. Some kind of twisted virginity belonged to Alastor now.

His hips squirmed more, trying to find friction- and did find some at a specific angle. The blankets and Alastor’s weight giving him just enough friction if he rocked his hips a certain way.

The tv man finally pulled back from the kiss enough to pant more air back in.

“Cmere..” he panted and pulled him fully onto his hips, his length at full mast behind Alastor and he would likely feel it against his hips now.

Then Vox grabbed his jaw and pulled him back into the kiss. His other hand moved alongside the others back and was momentarily jarred by feeling it completely smooth. It made his chest twist again like he was tasting victory. Inhaling sharp and deeply Vox dragged his nails down his back, it might not draw blood with the nature of human nails… but it would mark. Briefly.

“Mine now.” He growled into the kiss as it abruptly got more fervent.

“I have… one thing pressing..— normally there’s two..” he added like he thought of the joke while talking and rushed himself to quick say it. Excited about his own dick joke. He gave a funny lighthearted giggle under his breath as he reached his arms up to stretch again. Then relaxed slowly, sprawling out more, luxuriating on the fancy sheets and the sleepiness of the late morning.

He could of course already feel the nagging bite of anxiety and paranoia. Three days now. Three days he had been away from Voxtek without contact. Was it still there?? Was it burning?? Would he have time for damage control?? Why the fuck was he risking so damn much….—

Vox pushed his hands up his face trying to rushedly banish the thoughts. It was strategy… he wanted those cameras in the hotel…. It was strategy. He demanded to his own thoughts. The whole mental ordeal had only taken a moment.

Then cleared his throat and refocused on the man lounging on top of him- just in time to receive the kiss.

And it was such a good kiss.

“Mm..” he murmured into the kiss. Unable to answer well without further disrupting the kiss. His cyan eyes thinned, then slowly drifted shut as the kiss deepened. And felt no real urge to answer further.

His hands moved up to hold the other.

One hand to Alastor’s jaw very gently, and the other moving to support his shoulder. The hand on his jaw very soon crept to the back of his head though. Pulling their mouths together further and deepening the kiss. Slow and pushing his tongue in to map out the new human mouth. He tasted so good.

“..you did good..” he finally muttered without thinking about it. Meaning the hotel the drugs- everything up until this point. He had a moment to elaborate- but didn’t. They didn’t usually have genuine moments like that. And the thought of starting now made his heart pinch very uncomfortably.

Somewhere deep in his chest, he was still mad about being left. Not because of the lame surface level answers he would whine about.

Because sooner or later he was going to be handed a crossroads. And even whiffing the thought made him sick.

But this was hell.

So he kept on kissing. And slammed that skeleton of a thought right back in the closet and threw away the key.

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“I have… one thing pressing..— normally there’s two..” he added like he thought of the joke while talking and rushed himself to quick say it. Excited about his own dick joke. He gave a funny lighthearted giggle under his breath as he reached his arms up to stretch again. Then relaxed slowly, sprawling out more, luxuriating on the fancy sheets and the sleepiness of the late morning.

He could of course already feel the nagging bite of anxiety and paranoia. Three days now. Three days he had been away from Voxtek without contact. Was it still there?? Was it burning?? Would he have time for damage control?? Why the fuck was he risking so damn much….—

Vox pushed his hands up his face trying to rushedly banish the thoughts. It was strategy… he wanted those cameras in the hotel…. It was strategy. He demanded to his own thoughts. The whole mental ordeal had only taken a moment.

Then cleared his throat and refocused on the man lounging on top of him- just in time to receive the kiss.

And it was such a good kiss.

“Mm..” he murmured into the kiss. Unable to answer well without further disrupting the kiss. His cyan eyes thinned, then slowly drifted shut as the kiss deepened. And felt no real urge to answer further.

His hands moved up to hold the other.

One hand to Alastor’s jaw very gently, and the other moving to support his shoulder. The hand on his jaw very soon crept to the back of his head though. Pulling their mouths together further and deepening the kiss. Slow and pushing his tongue in to map out the new human mouth. He tasted so good.

“..you did good..” he finally muttered without thinking about it. Meaning the hotel the drugs- everything up until this point. He had a moment to elaborate- but didn’t. They didn’t usually have genuine moments like that. And the thought of starting now made his heart pinch very uncomfortably.

Somewhere deep in his chest, he was still mad about being left. Not because of the lame surface level answers he would whine about.

Because sooner or later he was going to be handed a crossroads. And even whiffing the thought made him sick.

But this was hell.

So he kept on kissing. And slammed that skeleton of a thought right back in the closet and threw away the key.

Vox looked maybe the most relaxed and unburdened as Alastor maybe had ever seen him. Leaving his whole empire and having a day or two away from it- and knowing he would have nothing to do the next day might have been in his best interest despite it not being in his best wishes.

He stirred only slightly when his companion moved. Taking a very deep breath and sighing it out. And then his breath got a bit more wakeful as the fingers started carding through his hair. He hummed quietly and adjusted his shoulders slightly, then stilled again.

Finally the cyan eyes very slowly opened and rested on Alastor on his chest still. Not awake enough to decipher the expressions yet.

He inhaled deeply and slowly lifted his arms up to stretch them over his head. Then shifted his hips slightly, becoming aware of his own morning dilemma. But it wasn’t remembering servitude or solitude awaiting- it was more so his pelvis in wanting. Waking up hard or even partially wasn’t surprising and especially not surprising with present company naked and lounging on top of him.

The other had yet to bump into him there, and the puffier quilts hid most if not all.

But Vox got sort of squirmier.

“G’dmorning~” he mumbled through whatever sleep drenched voice he had.

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Vox looked maybe the most relaxed and unburdened as Alastor maybe had ever seen him. Leaving his whole empire and having a day or two away from it- and knowing he would have nothing to do the next day might have been in his best interest despite it not being in his best wishes.

He stirred only slightly when his companion moved. Taking a very deep breath and sighing it out. And then his breath got a bit more wakeful as the fingers started carding through his hair. He hummed quietly and adjusted his shoulders slightly, then stilled again.

Finally the cyan eyes very slowly opened and rested on Alastor on his chest still. Not awake enough to decipher the expressions yet.

He inhaled deeply and slowly lifted his arms up to stretch them over his head. Then shifted his hips slightly, becoming aware of his own morning dilemma. But it wasn’t remembering servitude or solitude awaiting- it was more so his pelvis in wanting. Waking up hard or even partially wasn’t surprising and especially not surprising with present company naked and lounging on top of him.

The other had yet to bump into him there, and the puffier quilts hid most if not all.

But Vox got sort of squirmier.

“G’dmorning~” he mumbled through whatever sleep drenched voice he had.

Vox stretched his arms up slowly, groaning under his breath then slowly relaxed back into the bed. Feeling Alastor slowly settle onto his chest and snuggle into his neck. His chest did make a fabulous pillow- or two.

His heart did the same flip flop, feeling the others breath so intimately with his. Feeling his heartbeat on his chest.

It was the heartbeat that sort of accidentally coaxed him right back to a light dozing again. Snoring just lightly with how his head was positioned after he fell back asleep.

Vox would probably easily stay asleep for another few hours if the other allowed it. Exhausted and still somewhere in his withdrawal throes.

It was noon now, and his stomach growled gently but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

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Vox stretched his arms up slowly, groaning under his breath then slowly relaxed back into the bed. Feeling Alastor slowly settle onto his chest and snuggle into his neck. His chest did make a fabulous pillow- or two.

His heart did the same flip flop, feeling the others breath so intimately with his. Feeling his heartbeat on his chest.

It was the heartbeat that sort of accidentally coaxed him right back to a light dozing again. Snoring just lightly with how his head was positioned after he fell back asleep.

Vox would probably easily stay asleep for another few hours if the other allowed it. Exhausted and still somewhere in his withdrawal throes.

It was noon now, and his stomach growled gently but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

Vox had exhausted himself thoroughly as well and would sleep like a rock until maybe noon. Then he stirred once and then again a few moments later, moving to bring both hands to his eyes and rub at them slowly.

He inhaled slow and deeply, his chest rising as it filled and then he stretched his arms upward. Singing in the comfort of the mattress and the cool and warm sheets that were tangled around him mildly. He had to pee. But Alastor was on top of him he realized.

Laying there was calming and relaxing… until he had the urge to use his phone. He didn’t know where it was.. and he also had to pee. But the man sprawled across his chest was so cute… he wished he could take a picture.

Eventually he gave in and carefully started to lift Alastor off just enough so he could sneak out and hurry to the bathroom.

He didn’t linger though, and soon enough was shuffling his way back toward the bed. His head was throbbing and he wanted to fall back asleep for maybe another decade..

Vox started to crawl back in and try to put Alastor right back where he had been.

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Vox had exhausted himself thoroughly as well and would sleep like a rock until maybe noon. Then he stirred once and then again a few moments later, moving to bring both hands to his eyes and rub at them slowly.

He inhaled slow and deeply, his chest rising as it filled and then he stretched his arms upward. Singing in the comfort of the mattress and the cool and warm sheets that were tangled around him mildly. He had to pee. But Alastor was on top of him he realized.

Laying there was calming and relaxing… until he had the urge to use his phone. He didn’t know where it was.. and he also had to pee. But the man sprawled across his chest was so cute… he wished he could take a picture.

Eventually he gave in and carefully started to lift Alastor off just enough so he could sneak out and hurry to the bathroom.

He didn’t linger though, and soon enough was shuffling his way back toward the bed. His head was throbbing and he wanted to fall back asleep for maybe another decade..

Vox started to crawl back in and try to put Alastor right back where he had been.

It took maybe 10 minutes of just pacing around at varying speeds while the cannabis took its course for him to slow down and finally start to feel more tired then paranoid.

Even then the grip his clinginess had taken on him seemed to have tripled.

Alastor looked semi asleep- maybe fully asleep. Maybe he could still get some closeness.

He paced another few minutes, then stopped by the room phone and called for someone to come and pick up Alastor’s clothes for laundromat as well. But the phone call was all over much calmer.

After it was done, he scooped Alastor’s clothes up and put them outside the door. Then closed it and locked it and the deadbolt.

Finally he scooted over and put the smoldering piece that was left out on the side table.. and crawled into the bed.

Immediately he was shocked that he hadn’t gotten in bed earlier. It was such a nice bed. Exhaustion immediately settled as he took in the inviting sheets and pillows and quilts even. His head was blissfully silent now.. he wasted no time now, awake or not, cuddling was going to happen.

Vox wriggled under the covers, full of good food and clean and incredibly high. He scooted over and sidled right up into Alastor’s space. Then looped his arms around the deer man as well and pulled him back to be flush against him, leaving no space if he could help it. Legs entwined as well.

He wriggled a little to enjoy the feel of the other’s skin and the satin of the sheets around him, and snuggled his face up against the back of Alastor’s neck.

And he probably wouldn’t stir other than to sprawl out like a starfish later on. Even then he would likely easily sleep into the very late morning.

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It took maybe 10 minutes of just pacing around at varying speeds while the cannabis took its course for him to slow down and finally start to feel more tired then paranoid.

Even then the grip his clinginess had taken on him seemed to have tripled.

Alastor looked semi asleep- maybe fully asleep. Maybe he could still get some closeness.

He paced another few minutes, then stopped by the room phone and called for someone to come and pick up Alastor’s clothes for laundromat as well. But the phone call was all over much calmer.

After it was done, he scooped Alastor’s clothes up and put them outside the door. Then closed it and locked it and the deadbolt.

Finally he scooted over and put the smoldering piece that was left out on the side table.. and crawled into the bed.

Immediately he was shocked that he hadn’t gotten in bed earlier. It was such a nice bed. Exhaustion immediately settled as he took in the inviting sheets and pillows and quilts even. His head was blissfully silent now.. he wasted no time now, awake or not, cuddling was going to happen.

Vox wriggled under the covers, full of good food and clean and incredibly high. He scooted over and sidled right up into Alastor’s space. Then looped his arms around the deer man as well and pulled him back to be flush against him, leaving no space if he could help it. Legs entwined as well.

He wriggled a little to enjoy the feel of the other’s skin and the satin of the sheets around him, and snuggled his face up against the back of Alastor’s neck.

And he probably wouldn’t stir other than to sprawl out like a starfish later on. Even then he would likely easily sleep into the very late morning.

Vox grumbled under his breath- immediately regretting pressing for answers because now he knew Alastor had it. And it was all he could think about. After rolling the green up into the paper, Vox reflexively tried to use his finger to light it and tensed up immensely when he realized once again that struggle. He was very still and tense for a long moment while he beat back his own crash out over needing to fetch a goddamn lighter.

Then got up pushing the food trays away and stacking them. Ruining some of the untouched food. And stalked to the kitchen to get the lighter he had put down while he was pacing.

His skin itched and crawled. His head desperately trying to reason a way to get the other goods now instead of later. It would probably help him sleep… he put the new smoke into his mouth and inhaled on it hard as he leaned forward on the counter.

Relaxing felt impossible. Maybe he should just eaten it.

He heard Alastor uncork the wine and start drinking but it wasn’t all that shocking for them- and he couldn’t get his mind off of where that fucking extra goods were.

“I’m not pouting.” He snipped a bit.

He would feel better if he was in bed… he wanted to be close to the other so achingly bad. But it felt like a cop out. A cop out of what he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t selling out.. right?

“Whatth’f’k are you on about.” Vox scolded himself sort of pitifully and under his breath as he scrubbed at his face with his one hand.

Maybe he just needed to sleep. He felt so far from sleep though. The weed wasn’t doing anything— unless it was too early to tell. Of course it was it had been all of thirty seconds.

Vox started pacing again but less fervently and more like wandering slowly in a circle as he nursed his new herb cigarette.

“Just a second.. in a minute..” he added toward Alastor much softer.

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Vox grumbled under his breath- immediately regretting pressing for answers because now he knew Alastor had it. And it was all he could think about. After rolling the green up into the paper, Vox reflexively tried to use his finger to light it and tensed up immensely when he realized once again that struggle. He was very still and tense for a long moment while he beat back his own crash out over needing to fetch a goddamn lighter.

Then got up pushing the food trays away and stacking them. Ruining some of the untouched food. And stalked to the kitchen to get the lighter he had put down while he was pacing.

His skin itched and crawled. His head desperately trying to reason a way to get the other goods now instead of later. It would probably help him sleep… he put the new smoke into his mouth and inhaled on it hard as he leaned forward on the counter.

Relaxing felt impossible. Maybe he should just eaten it.

He heard Alastor uncork the wine and start drinking but it wasn’t all that shocking for them- and he couldn’t get his mind off of where that fucking extra goods were.

“I’m not pouting.” He snipped a bit.

He would feel better if he was in bed… he wanted to be close to the other so achingly bad. But it felt like a cop out. A cop out of what he wasn’t sure. He wasn’t selling out.. right?

“Whatth’f’k are you on about.” Vox scolded himself sort of pitifully and under his breath as he scrubbed at his face with his one hand.

Maybe he just needed to sleep. He felt so far from sleep though. The weed wasn’t doing anything— unless it was too early to tell. Of course it was it had been all of thirty seconds.

Vox started pacing again but less fervently and more like wandering slowly in a circle as he nursed his new herb cigarette.

“Just a second.. in a minute..” he added toward Alastor much softer.

As unbothered as Vox was intentioned on being by the others absence.. it was easier said than done. He exhibited very similar possessive and clingy behavior when it was just him and Valentino. But he had Valentino under at least a semi restrictive contract that gave him so semblance of control.

Alastor and him had no such thing- even this contract was thin and frail at best. He had the favorable end- but it was hasty and verbal. A far cry from the level of exhaustive and documented his usual contracts were.

Even if it had been. It wouldn’t last- it was nuanced. Situational.

It only took a few minutes beyond Alastor’s absence for the sensation in his throat to make eating feel wholly uncomfortable.

He let out a very loud groan and put the mostly empty rice and teriyaki dish to the side and stood. Still naked other than the towel around his waist now, he started pacing to give himself a secret paranoid pep talk. He had a few minutes,

“relaaaxrelaxrelaxrelax.” Vox muttered to himself and walked over to pick up the cigarettes Alastor had brought with him. God he really was a high maintenance bitch now. He didn’t regret it. He deserved all the nice shit he worked for. But he didn’t often leave his secure tower. And he hadn’t left for more than a day in…. since a certain party disappeared.

Vox was left blinking through that accidental realization but shook it off- putting a smoking cigarette in his mouth as he started pacing again.

“It’s ten minutes. Don’t f’ckin wet yourself over ten goddamn minutes.” He chastised himself as he exhaled a large dense cloud and pushed his hair back with his one hand. It ruined Alastor’s careful laying of his hair- but it did fall much more classically how his colic usually held it. The red swoop proudly in a bright arch.

“Pull it together. You’re lagging. At least we’re staying in the city from here on. So less.. nature… inclined.. issues.” He added to himself. Then took another heavy nicotine drag as he paced. Fuck he was sick of not having clothes.

Muttering further he moved over to the phone and rudely got some en route to this room pronto with a laundromat service. By the time they got here Alastor would be back from his super secret desk trip and they could clean all their clothes.

It only took another five or so minutes for them to get here- but Alastor still wasn’t back yet. They were not that far away from the front desk. It was right outside the elevator. Well a few paces from it but that was splitting hairs. They weren’t literally ten minutes to the desk. He had assumed he was just rounding- being generous. Where the fuck had he gone??

Vox shoved his clothes onto the more than polite staff and nearly ripped his head off for not leaving immediately. A perfectly pleasant client for sure.

Vox was alone again and pacing a bit more fervently. He allowed his head to conjure up a what if scenario in which Alastor didn’t come back. He would be unaffected he decided.

Then he paused again and rolled his eyes at himself and dropped the whole thought train.

He was coming back. It hadn’t even BEEN ten minutes yet.

“Relax.” Vox said with more finality and reached the bed, just to flop down onto it. Staring up at the ceiling, and exhaling another cloud. He would have killed for a phone. For service. It had been two nights now. Was Voxtek okay??

He heard footsteps and sat up like a shot. Then quickly pulled another dish closer so it looked like he had been largely unbothered- instead of pacing like a stuck rat.

The interest didn’t last though when his eyes landed on the bag that he hastily picked up.

“You were buying weed?? Why didn’t you tell me! I could have gotten other things!” He dragged his hand down his face but did pull his cigarette out of his mouth, and started deconstructing it to get the paper. His chance to get other things- wasted. Maybe he could ‘run down to the desk’ himself when Alastor was asleep.

Vox gave a subtle side eye like Alastor broke some kind of bro code by voicing the withdrawal symptoms. It wasn’t that obvious…

“Laundromat is cleaning my clothes.” He said while he got busy rolling the fine powder into the paper.

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As unbothered as Vox was intentioned on being by the others absence.. it was easier said than done. He exhibited very similar possessive and clingy behavior when it was just him and Valentino. But he had Valentino under at least a semi restrictive contract that gave him so semblance of control.

Alastor and him had no such thing- even this contract was thin and frail at best. He had the favorable end- but it was hasty and verbal. A far cry from the level of exhaustive and documented his usual contracts were.

Even if it had been. It wouldn’t last- it was nuanced. Situational.

It only took a few minutes beyond Alastor’s absence for the sensation in his throat to make eating feel wholly uncomfortable.

He let out a very loud groan and put the mostly empty rice and teriyaki dish to the side and stood. Still naked other than the towel around his waist now, he started pacing to give himself a secret paranoid pep talk. He had a few minutes,

“relaaaxrelaxrelaxrelax.” Vox muttered to himself and walked over to pick up the cigarettes Alastor had brought with him. God he really was a high maintenance bitch now. He didn’t regret it. He deserved all the nice shit he worked for. But he didn’t often leave his secure tower. And he hadn’t left for more than a day in…. since a certain party disappeared.

Vox was left blinking through that accidental realization but shook it off- putting a smoking cigarette in his mouth as he started pacing again.

“It’s ten minutes. Don’t f’ckin wet yourself over ten goddamn minutes.” He chastised himself as he exhaled a large dense cloud and pushed his hair back with his one hand. It ruined Alastor’s careful laying of his hair- but it did fall much more classically how his colic usually held it. The red swoop proudly in a bright arch.

“Pull it together. You’re lagging. At least we’re staying in the city from here on. So less.. nature… inclined.. issues.” He added to himself. Then took another heavy nicotine drag as he paced. Fuck he was sick of not having clothes.

Muttering further he moved over to the phone and rudely got some en route to this room pronto with a laundromat service. By the time they got here Alastor would be back from his super secret desk trip and they could clean all their clothes.

It only took another five or so minutes for them to get here- but Alastor still wasn’t back yet. They were not that far away from the front desk. It was right outside the elevator. Well a few paces from it but that was splitting hairs. They weren’t literally ten minutes to the desk. He had assumed he was just rounding- being generous. Where the fuck had he gone??

Vox shoved his clothes onto the more than polite staff and nearly ripped his head off for not leaving immediately. A perfectly pleasant client for sure.

Vox was alone again and pacing a bit more fervently. He allowed his head to conjure up a what if scenario in which Alastor didn’t come back. He would be unaffected he decided.

Then he paused again and rolled his eyes at himself and dropped the whole thought train.

He was coming back. It hadn’t even BEEN ten minutes yet.

“Relax.” Vox said with more finality and reached the bed, just to flop down onto it. Staring up at the ceiling, and exhaling another cloud. He would have killed for a phone. For service. It had been two nights now. Was Voxtek okay??

He heard footsteps and sat up like a shot. Then quickly pulled another dish closer so it looked like he had been largely unbothered- instead of pacing like a stuck rat.

The interest didn’t last though when his eyes landed on the bag that he hastily picked up.

“You were buying weed?? Why didn’t you tell me! I could have gotten other things!” He dragged his hand down his face but did pull his cigarette out of his mouth, and started deconstructing it to get the paper. His chance to get other things- wasted. Maybe he could ‘run down to the desk’ himself when Alastor was asleep.

Vox gave a subtle side eye like Alastor broke some kind of bro code by voicing the withdrawal symptoms. It wasn’t that obvious…

“Laundromat is cleaning my clothes.” He said while he got busy rolling the fine powder into the paper.

“Mm.” Vox said with a smarmy growing smirk. Like he was nearly bragging about not mentioning the bayou incident again.

The smirk was short lived however because him biting his tongue seemed to not be as effective in regards to his abrupt and residual clinginess.

His mouth dropped back down to a shape that funny enough translated perfectly from tv screen to human face. A scrunched up sulking line pushed into his left cheek.

“What the fuck are you picking up right now that can’t just be fucking brought up here.”

He glanced away from his own food finally when Alastor took his bait,

“You told me to eat. With you gone I won’t be interrupted.~ I’ll just eat the rest and yours too.” He teased further putting another bite in his mouth.

Vox’s expression pulled right back into smirking as he watched the other start to eat much faster. He puffed a small snort of amusement through his nose— and then it went right back to a funny type of distress as Alastor did in fact finish his food faster than expected and was already up and fucking speed walking to his clothes and got dressed.

He chose not to say anything anyway. Having spouted enough sappy clingy bullshit for the next several years in his opinion.

When the other approached him again, he put on his best unaffected face and glanced up at him while chewing. Only to be taken by the face and smooched on the cheek.

His pale skin did him no favors- even after scalding it with boiling water- and immediately flushed a deep pink,

Vox scoffed loudly and planted his hand on Alastor’s chest and shoved at him.

“Alright alriGHT—“ he complained through his mouthful.

“Go get your f’kn secret drugs or some shit.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist- not quite ‘wiping the kiss off’, but needing to regain some decorum.

The bright cyan eyes glancing back up to Alastor surrounded in the patchy pink flush, then looking away, and ultimately back to his food. One could only imagine the little twitchy sparkle show his antenna would be having if they were present.

“Take the scenic route.” He added under his breath, with no real amount of vitriol or real conviction… because no one would be calling him clingy.

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This was supposed to be posted on Valentine's day, but I got excited hehe-

Might draw some more of the Valentine's merch designs- comment if there's any specific design you want to see me draw!

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Teehee first post! :P I’ve already uploaded this on yt but yeah I started this account and I’m really proud of this drawing so I felt like this would be perfect to post here as like a first post thingy. ^^ (I have no idea how Tumblr works, help.)

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“Mm.” Vox said with a smarmy growing smirk. Like he was nearly bragging about not mentioning the bayou incident again.

The smirk was short lived however because him biting his tongue seemed to not be as effective in regards to his abrupt and residual clinginess.

His mouth dropped back down to a shape that funny enough translated perfectly from tv screen to human face. A scrunched up sulking line pushed into his left cheek.

“What the fuck are you picking up right now that can’t just be fucking brought up here.”

He glanced away from his own food finally when Alastor took his bait,

“You told me to eat. With you gone I won’t be interrupted.~ I’ll just eat the rest and yours too.” He teased further putting another bite in his mouth.

Vox’s expression pulled right back into smirking as he watched the other start to eat much faster. He puffed a small snort of amusement through his nose— and then it went right back to a funny type of distress as Alastor did in fact finish his food faster than expected and was already up and fucking speed walking to his clothes and got dressed.

He chose not to say anything anyway. Having spouted enough sappy clingy bullshit for the next several years in his opinion.

When the other approached him again, he put on his best unaffected face and glanced up at him while chewing. Only to be taken by the face and smooched on the cheek.

His pale skin did him no favors- even after scalding it with boiling water- and immediately flushed a deep pink,

Vox scoffed loudly and planted his hand on Alastor’s chest and shoved at him.

“Alright alriGHT—“ he complained through his mouthful.

“Go get your f’kn secret drugs or some shit.” He wiped at his mouth with the back of his wrist- not quite ‘wiping the kiss off’, but needing to regain some decorum.

The bright cyan eyes glancing back up to Alastor surrounded in the patchy pink flush, then looking away, and ultimately back to his food. One could only imagine the little twitchy sparkle show his antenna would be having if they were present.

“Take the scenic route.” He added under his breath, with no real amount of vitriol or real conviction… because no one would be calling him clingy.

The tv man was busy eating like he hadn’t eaten in days- which was close enough to being true. Not too busy to let out another snicker at the annoyance in the other’s voice.

He had his mouth stuffed with food and looked up while he chewed to watch the other select some food for himself and join him on the bed. Vox’s eyes looked like he could have fallen asleep if he simply laid down. But he seemed to be greatly enjoying his food.

Vox caught himself thinking about sleeping close to the other again. How the food was nice but he was looking forward to getting in bed and laying against each other. Fuck he was going way too soft way too fast.

He swallowed his mouthful then looked up when Alastor scooted closer. His eyes waking up further when the other moved in front of him sort of. Clearly very confused on what was happening. Then blinked several times as his hair started being adjusted.

“It bothers you that much hm?” He teased. “I’ll style it in a moment.. I was just hungry.” It maybe felt good though. Feeling the other’s fingers gently carding through his hair and brushing over his scalp. His arms broke into goosebumps. Fuck he was so tired. When did that happen.

“Mm..?” Vox said through his next mouthful. Then swallowed it hurriedly.

“Go down? Why? We’re eating. What are you picking up? They can bring it here.” He swallowed realizing how clingy he sounded and looked away then back to his food. Scoffing under his breath, not totally sure how to backpedal from how much clingy shit he had blurted out.

“I’m going to eat all your food.” He muttered quieter, putting more in his mouth.

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The tv man was busy eating like he hadn’t eaten in days- which was close enough to being true. Not too busy to let out another snicker at the annoyance in the other’s voice.

He had his mouth stuffed with food and looked up while he chewed to watch the other select some food for himself and join him on the bed. Vox’s eyes looked like he could have fallen asleep if he simply laid down. But he seemed to be greatly enjoying his food.

Vox caught himself thinking about sleeping close to the other again. How the food was nice but he was looking forward to getting in bed and laying against each other. Fuck he was going way too soft way too fast.

He swallowed his mouthful then looked up when Alastor scooted closer. His eyes waking up further when the other moved in front of him sort of. Clearly very confused on what was happening. Then blinked several times as his hair started being adjusted.

“It bothers you that much hm?” He teased. “I’ll style it in a moment.. I was just hungry.” It maybe felt good though. Feeling the other’s fingers gently carding through his hair and brushing over his scalp. His arms broke into goosebumps. Fuck he was so tired. When did that happen.

“Mm..?” Vox said through his next mouthful. Then swallowed it hurriedly.

“Go down? Why? We’re eating. What are you picking up? They can bring it here.” He swallowed realizing how clingy he sounded and looked away then back to his food. Scoffing under his breath, not totally sure how to backpedal from how much clingy shit he had blurted out.

“I’m going to eat all your food.” He muttered quieter, putting more in his mouth.

“Alright Alright.” Vox waxed on a few times as Alastor droned on and on about him having moments.

“I have no intention to inspire you to explore other hard objects meeting a human skull.” He chuckled to himself, his voice tittering high pitched and silly. Then took the towel and pushed it across his skin to further dry off.

“At least I know city affects.” He pushed the towel into his face and scrubbed at it pretty intently. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the way his body was revolting at the forced cold turkey from specifically his cocaine habits.

He thought he would have been able to muscle through it. His ego way too inflated to take withdrawal symptoms seriously. But they were kicking his ass. He was having a hard time thinking of anything else the last few hours. He could probably find some- but not without leaving Alastor alone for awhile. And he didn’t want to admit to being so desperate for it yet.

Vox looked up when Alastor tucked the towel around his waist and opened the door just like that. Some part of his gut twisted in some urgent agitation. Fucking rediculous that someone else was being allowed to the visage that was his. He could kill them- he had a pistol now. Who the fuck was that staff?? That wasn’t for their eyes.

Before Vox could get up though, taking too long on his ruminating- or just sluggish from exhaustion or something else- the staff was gone.

He continued to get up anyway. Again to save ego- but the food was here anyway.

“I’m starving. And you always are.” He pulled the towel around his own waist and tucked it in.

“That wine was supposed to be extremely highly rated. The narrow one is from a French winery.” He moved closer and really wasted no time in pulling one of the teriyaki rice dishes toward him, sat on the bed edge and started eating. His hair was fluffy and the red chunk hung forward in his face, still damp and in clumps.

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“Alright Alright.” Vox waxed on a few times as Alastor droned on and on about him having moments.

“I have no intention to inspire you to explore other hard objects meeting a human skull.” He chuckled to himself, his voice tittering high pitched and silly. Then took the towel and pushed it across his skin to further dry off.

“At least I know city affects.” He pushed the towel into his face and scrubbed at it pretty intently. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the way his body was revolting at the forced cold turkey from specifically his cocaine habits.

He thought he would have been able to muscle through it. His ego way too inflated to take withdrawal symptoms seriously. But they were kicking his ass. He was having a hard time thinking of anything else the last few hours. He could probably find some- but not without leaving Alastor alone for awhile. And he didn’t want to admit to being so desperate for it yet.

Vox looked up when Alastor tucked the towel around his waist and opened the door just like that. Some part of his gut twisted in some urgent agitation. Fucking rediculous that someone else was being allowed to the visage that was his. He could kill them- he had a pistol now. Who the fuck was that staff?? That wasn’t for their eyes.

Before Vox could get up though, taking too long on his ruminating- or just sluggish from exhaustion or something else- the staff was gone.

He continued to get up anyway. Again to save ego- but the food was here anyway.

“I’m starving. And you always are.” He pulled the towel around his own waist and tucked it in.

“That wine was supposed to be extremely highly rated. The narrow one is from a French winery.” He moved closer and really wasted no time in pulling one of the teriyaki rice dishes toward him, sat on the bed edge and started eating. His hair was fluffy and the red chunk hung forward in his face, still damp and in clumps.

Vox tried to grip the wall when Alastor moved him, not sure if he was falling or passing out. But then moved to just hold onto Alastor. Stumbling briefly. But the immediate temperature change did wake him up readily.

He hadn’t realized how hot he made the water- or how hot it had gotten as time went on, but the cold air actually felt nice.

Vox slumped to sit on the floor, his muscles twitching as he gave an all body shiver once.

He blinked rapidly a few times, then shook his head around to clear the fuzzy feeling away. He flinched once more mildly just as the towel was dropped onto his head and pushed back to semi dry his hair.

Instinctively, he looked up as the towel moved off his face, only to see Alastor very close again— but luckily the same tension wasn’t there. And to his surprise he found he regretted it not being there.

Why was all of this messy sappy shit surfacing now.

He looked back to the towel to more roughly towel dry his hair.

“Yeahyeah… it wasn’t that bad.” He muttered, intentionally interrupting Alastor’s last statement and sounding a bit more sour about it too.

“I’m going to eat.. I ordered a shit ton of food.”

The aggravation stayed though. And he found it lingered in the same place it felt like his chest had been stabbed in. Vox didn’t regret things. He simply didn’t regret. It wasn’t like him. Why did he feel regret now.

His bottom lip was pushed out and to the side in a comically theatric cross between a glare and a sulk. Maybe the loss of facial awareness from hell hadn’t quite been lost in translating to a human disguise.

“I got a bunch of wine too… since you need it to sleep.” He muttered afterwards. Also wasting no time in continuing his fidgeting and twitchiness. Something the nicotine seemed to have stopped helping.

After a beat he abruptly pulled the towel down to look at Alastor’s face. His own hair sticking up all over.

“—wait- are we going back??”

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Vox tried to grip the wall when Alastor moved him, not sure if he was falling or passing out. But then moved to just hold onto Alastor. Stumbling briefly. But the immediate temperature change did wake him up readily.

He hadn’t realized how hot he made the water- or how hot it had gotten as time went on, but the cold air actually felt nice.

Vox slumped to sit on the floor, his muscles twitching as he gave an all body shiver once.

He blinked rapidly a few times, then shook his head around to clear the fuzzy feeling away. He flinched once more mildly just as the towel was dropped onto his head and pushed back to semi dry his hair.

Instinctively, he looked up as the towel moved off his face, only to see Alastor very close again— but luckily the same tension wasn’t there. And to his surprise he found he regretted it not being there.

Why was all of this messy sappy shit surfacing now.

He looked back to the towel to more roughly towel dry his hair.

“Yeahyeah… it wasn’t that bad.” He muttered, intentionally interrupting Alastor’s last statement and sounding a bit more sour about it too.

“I’m going to eat.. I ordered a shit ton of food.”

The aggravation stayed though. And he found it lingered in the same place it felt like his chest had been stabbed in. Vox didn’t regret things. He simply didn’t regret. It wasn’t like him. Why did he feel regret now.

His bottom lip was pushed out and to the side in a comically theatric cross between a glare and a sulk. Maybe the loss of facial awareness from hell hadn’t quite been lost in translating to a human disguise.

“I got a bunch of wine too… since you need it to sleep.” He muttered afterwards. Also wasting no time in continuing his fidgeting and twitchiness. Something the nicotine seemed to have stopped helping.

After a beat he abruptly pulled the towel down to look at Alastor’s face. His own hair sticking up all over.

“—wait- are we going back??”

Vox’s relief of the moment and the tension was short lived. The other turned right back around. The hands immediately went up to his own hair and he blinked his eyes shut just out of reflex. they tried to reopen a moment after but the water flowing over his face with the shampoo mixed in advised against it. It was a small blessing in disguise. He needed a moment to sort himself out. So he just let his eyes stay closed.

Their body’s sort of bumped together gently, and Vox’s hands moved to hold Alastor’s waist. Just to keep track of his proximity while his eyes were closed. The only sound between them was the shower’s white noise of water hitting the ground.. and what Vox was convinced was even louder- His own heart beat. He could feel it slamming in his chest and his head like hoofbeats in a race.

Then he felt the soft hands move to his chin- cradling his jaw. His eyes blinked open again. Was Alastor even closer? He could see the others eyes roving between his eyes and his mouth. He wanted to kiss him. But it felt different this time. Vox could feel his heartbeat in his ears. His skin felt cold suddenly- even under the scalding water. Was he going to pass out?? They had done much more gory and sexual acts together than just kissing in the shower naked. Why did this moment feel like it had the gravity of Jupiter.

Despite himself, his mouth moved just a bit, and he noticeably swallowed hard. His throat muscles gently moving under the other’s hands. His eyes couldn’t quite focus on Alastor’s. The heat of the water felt like it had stopped hitting his skin.

His thoughts felt like cotton. Fuck he was going to pass out. The neglect was apparently not nearly as compatible with a human vessel as it was with a demon one. Plus the prolonged intense heat of the shower directly on his head. (And this had nothing to do with anxiety.)

One of his hands he moved to hold the far side of the shower. Trying to keep his focus on Alastor’s face. He was Vox the Media Demon he wasn’t going to fucking pass out because of a hot shower.

“I’m… ugh..” he muttered softly. But didn’t completely pass out. At least not yet.