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“Vox my dear, the food is here!”
“Holy fuck- Al, look at this!” Vox gasped, his screen glitching in bewilderment as Alastor came into the room with bags of takeout they ordered in his manicured, unfairly handsome hands, placing them on the table and looking straight ahead.
”Hm? I’ve told you before, Vincent, whatever modern nonsense you’ve made up this time-“
“I’m serious, look!” The younger man whispered urgently, tugging him to sit down next to him and slinging his arm around Alastor’s shoulders as he so liked to do, and Alastor so torturously couldn’t decide how to feel about the intrusion of his comfort zone that felt foreign to even be allowed, but with Vox, it was.
Only select few of his lady friends were allowed to be so openly touch freely with him, Mimzy who he knew since life and Rosie who had been fulfilling all the power he dreamed of in death, but then a man like Vox came around, a type of man he usually despised and had endured far too much from far too many of them, but he’d only gotten entertainment, genuine affection, and more fun than he’d ever had in his life or his afterlife. Vox pushed back against his more old fashioned ideas of style and business enough for lively debates, (Even if the tv headed demon’s passion for his ideas of a new era for technology seemed too ridiculous at times for him to take with a straight face.) but the radio demon really didn’t need to do much of anything to pull him right back to his side where he seemed to be happiest.
And Alastor happy to have him there. Not loathingly above him, not boringly below, but side by side without labels attaching them together. Their nights spent at their favorite bar were unmatched delights, how easily their powers took down anybody they faced in battle, and even times like these where they came to each other’s houses and simply spent time together, doing anything and talking about everything.
“Well alright, what has-“ Alastor abruptly cut himself off with a shocked screech of static, his smile looking even more twisted from surprise as his gaze was drawn to the other side of the living room, his and Vox’s shadows in a baffling but comfortable position against the walls, tightly wrapped in each other’s arms with Vox’s shadow sensually tracing a finger down the other shadow’s ear, a silent vibration of adoring laughter coming from the latter as their masters could only watch speechlessly.
”There is no way-! Oh my god, that’s adorable!” Vox beamed, Alastor completely lost for words and utterly clueless on what to make of what he was watching, almost thinking to beckon his shadow back to his side but holding back. His shadow clearly wasn’t, expressing the gratitude and unwavering commitment that Vox’s shadow put in with him as much as the real media demon did, their passion unrestrained in the dark while Alastor and Vox could barely be truthful with themselves about what they were in the light.
“Ahah! Well, looks like certain somebodies are getting quite far too comfortable.” It was too quiet to be a warning, but too oddly close to fond than amused.
“Somebody needs to get more comfortable. Come on, let’s eat.” Vox smiled softly, drawing his hands back in toward himself as he prepared their food, getting up to go retrieve a cold sazerac for the elder sinner before he could realize he craved one.
Alastor’s own smile tentatively relaxed as he nodded his thanks, sipping it slowly as he watched their shadows more curiously, the two clearly not caring about being caught in the middle of whatever in the blazes they were doing as they settled into a much looser, unguarded embrace.
”Today was fun, huh?”
“Mhm.”
“I mean honestly, as much of a workout as those wannabe overlords really weren’t, listening to it on your broadcast is so much better. When people could watch something like that, it’ll be revolutionary! But, nothing beats listening to such a timeless voice.” Vox mused dreamily, sending a bolt of something foreign Alastor was not used to feeling, (It certainly wasn’t the drink getting to him.) He’d been fed countless compliments by countless admirers of his, some backhanded just to attempt to earn his favor and some too kind but far too desperate, but this wasn’t like any of that.
This was among the infinite arsenal of compliments Vox never seemed to run out of for him, always so earnest and so sincere, so admiring and awestruck…Alastor sometimes forgot the poor thing used to kill people as wickedly as he did when he was alive, he was just so hopelessly attached to him and truly couldn’t stop showing it.
“Really pal, don’t you ever get tired of flattering me all the time, sweetheart?”
Ah yes, got him yet again.
Vox’s blue blush shot to his face furiously and instantly at the nickname, stuttering out utter nonsense before he coughed strainedly.
”No…Because you always deserve it.” He whispered.
”There’s no such thing as always deserving such undying praise,” Alastor scoffed, but his otherwise blackened heart couldn’t keep unfazed at the warmth he always felt when he got those compliments.
”There is with you. And I’ll never give you anything but, Alastor. I never could.” The media demon’s hand gravitated toward his shoulder again, stopping in its track before making a risky move and landing stop the other’s red hand.
I know, Vincent, and I could never stop wanting you as much as I try.
“Do be careful with that, you’ve almost gotten me eating out of the palm of your hand for more instead of our actual supper, haha!” Alastor laughed with more spectacle than he could manage, because there was nothing dramatic or exaggerated about this. This was what they always had, what he always wished he could let himself have, and what he never wanted to go away.
”Heh, okay, then eat up, buddy. I’ve still got enough commentary to go.” Vox smirked, trying to look as suave as he wished he could be when he only looked even more lovestruck.
“Then please old pal, do keep it rolling.”