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never in his wildest dreams would vox imagine getting this close to another man. let alone the radio demon.
uncertainty still plagued his mind, shame drowning him. it felt wrong, these feelings. he knew it was wrong. but he was in hell already, could it really get any worse? he could live with the way his heart hammered in his chest whenever alastor even spared him a glance, with the obnoxiously vibrant blush all but burning into the screen he now had for a face, with the nights spent in tears because of the sheer disgust he felt because of these stupid, pesky feelings.
he could tolerate it all if it meant being around alastor.
and what a beauty the demon was. a temptation. if vox hadn't known any better, hadn't been the way he was in life, self-absorbed and merciless, he'd think alastor was his punishment. and in a way he was. all but irresistible to a man who'd only ever thought of himself, his own pleasure, his own success. that taunting smile, genuine only in his presence. that perfectly slim body. that mouth vox dreamt of kissing and being devoured by all the same.
he was perfection in vox's eyes, and that only made his insecurities run deeper.
he felt he was lacking, that feeling chasing him in life and in death. he would never be satisfied, not with himself, not with anything he could ever get. and hell was difficult enough to get accustomed to. the stress of a fresh start in a place such as this, it only made him lack more. and with alastor around, he'd gotten far too comfortable.
vox was no stranger to the pleasures of life. alcohol, sex and good food were always things he thoroughly enjoyed, overindulged in even. alastor only amplified his pleasures, save for the sex. dinner accompanied by drinks was nothing new for the pair, and vox always eagerly accepted the invitations, never giving them a second thought.
that might be the source of at least a few of his current issues.
but, there was no time to dwell on such things now, as vox had a "date" with alastor he had to get prepared for. it hadn't slipped his mind how fastening his girdle felt much more difficult than in the prior months, how his sweater felt a tad bit tighter each passing day. the realisation made him flush in embarrassment, in insecurity. but he couldn't cancel on alastor, not in his wildest dreams. he could only hope alastor wouldn't notice, at least for a little while more, until he could get some larger clothes..
finally throwing on his coat, he left to meet with alastor. the bar they had chosen was one they frequented often, old fashioned and familiar. the warm lighting and chatter of sinners felt inviting, the taste of liquor making it easier to forget they were in hell, if only for one night.
by the time vox had arrived, alastor was already waiting for him, a drink in his elegant, slender fingers. vox wondered if anyone had ever been jealous of a drink before.
the bright smile alastor flashed him could've sent anyone into a coma.
"are you just going to stand there or join me, pal?"
vox immediately snapped out of his trance, greeting alastor and taking a seat next to him. he ordered his own drink, downing it all at once for the boost of courage he so desperately needed.
conversation fell easy between them, like they've known each other all their lives. future plans, deals, silly anecdotes from their days, mocking impressions of other overlords, it all came so naturally. alastor felt like the true highlight of vox's afterlife. a blessing in midst of endless suffering. a god drenched in violence and blood, a truly beautiful thing.
somehow, through all the chatter and music playing, alastor seemed to hear vox's stomach growling. his ear twitched.
"oh, are you hungry my dear? how silly of me, i should've gotten you something to eat." he smiled, softer than usual, his eyelids drooping. vox only blushed harder, unable to get a word in before alastor grabbed his hand and pulled him from his seat.
"let me take you home, i'll cook something up for you sweetheart." the abundance of pet names this man used was sure to make vox short circuit one day. and even with the insecurity gnawing at him today, vox knew he could never refuse alastor, so he simply nodded in response.
alastor's smile brightened, pulling vox closer and enveloping them both in shadows, reappearing in the radio demons home.
"ugh, i hate when you do that. warn a guy next time?" vox complained. his insides felt like they'd been rearranged, and not in a good way. alastor chuckled at him.
"but where would be the fun in that?" he tapped vox's screen gently with his staff, almost affectionately. "now tell me dearest, what would you like to eat?"
vox blushed again, seemingly unable to do anything else in alastors presence. the overwhelming insecurity was eating him alive this time. "y-you don't have to cook anything special for me, al. im not that hungry, really."
alastor's smile faltered a bit. he seemed.. disappointed?
"come now vox, don't be silly. you have to eat something." he tried again, unable to control how his ears fell slightly. vox felt bad, but he couldn't understand why alastor was so disappointed by this.
"hah, believe me, i'm eating more than enough already as it is." vox chuckled, self deprecating and embarrassing. he placed a hand on his middle, which was starting to hurt from being constrained for so long.
"nonsense my dear, you look quite the same as always." alastor stepped closer, far too close.
"unless, of course, youre hiding something from me." his hands were now on vox's waist, feeling the shapewear beneath his sweater, his face in the crook of his neck.
well, that took a turn.
vox's screen glitched between various error messages, and he was certain he felt smoke coming out of his vents.
"im not stupid you know, vincent." alastor whispered into his overheating skin, not a trace of mockery lacing his voice. his hands slipped beneath vox's sweater, fingers tracing the undergarment containing delectable flesh, unfastening it achingly slow.
it dropped to the floor ungracefully, finally revealing the soft middle vox had been hiding away for far too long. alastors mouth watered at the sight.
"is this what you've been hiding from me, sweetie?" his fingers, sharp and bony, were a stark contrast to the soft flesh they were holding and kneading. adoring.
looking back into vox's eyes, he saw tears threatening to spill from them. he looked moments away from passing out, or begging the earth to swallow him whole.
"y-you don't have to be such a dick about it, al. i get it." vox rubbed at his screen, begging for the tears to go away, but they only spilled. he hated being such a crybaby.
alastor would've been taken aback, if not for his drunken haze.
"hmm, being a dick about what exactly? about you eating your way to this state? you could've declined any of my dinner invitations, and yet you just kept gorging yourself. how are you surprised?"
every jab felt like a stab directly through vox's chest. this is exactly what he didn't want to happen today. he never wanted alastor to see him this way, he didn't want to know for sure how disgusted alastor was by him. he was fine with his fears being unconfirmed.
"i-i didn't want to.." every word felt lodged in his throat, burning.
"didn't want to what, my dear? decline my offers because you're so desperate and needy for any ounce of attention i spare you?" alastor pulled him impossibly closer, tongue darting out to lick at vox's neck, his hands gripping his soft stomach so tight he might draw blood. vox was horribly confused.
"but," alastor continued, "i must say my hard work and utter irresistibility really have paid off. you look so delicious like this.."
vox felt a shock shoot through his body.
"im sorry, what?"
alastor chuckled, pushing vox down to the couch, straddling his lap.
"you really were such a scrawny little thing when you first landed here, it almost made me feel bad for you. and with that big, noisy head of yours, something had to be done. you looked like your neck was seconds away from snapping in half." alastor nuzzled his face to the side of vox's screen, and the tv demon wondered what amount of this was genuine and what was alastor's nonsensical drunken rambling.
"y-you can't be serious." the blush on his face, somehow glowing impossibly brighter, was definitely going to be burnt into his screen at this rate. "you made me fat. on purpose?"
"i didn't do anything, my dear, you were the one eating! i was merely offering." his fingers were gently kneading the softened flesh, the sensation heavenly to both of them. maybe vox could get used to this, to alastors unwavering attention. if this was the way to get it, where's the harm in that? he's always been a glutton, he's always been greedy, always thoroughly unsatisfied. maybe now, with alastor, he could finally be satisfied. maybe this could be enough.
"although you could use a bit more stuffing, don't you think?"
alastor, on the other hand, would be harder to satisfy.