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Vox stepped into his outfit, zipped it up, crammed the hood over his screen, and looked in the mirror.
He almost burst out laughing.
He looked fucking stupid.
The worst thing was that he’d picked it out himself. Val and Velvette had graciously allowed him to do his own thing instead of making it a group costume, because they knew he didn’t like those. So a few months earlier, he had gotten onto the website, ordered the costume, and stuffed it in a closet once it shipped so he could wear it in October. He had been really excited at the time.
And he was only now realizing that he couldn’t in his right mind pull up to the party in a shark onesie.
Oh, Val and Vel were going to flame him so hard…
Speak of the devil, Velvette pounded on his bedroom door. “Vox, hurry up! We’re gonna be late! What are you even doing in there?”
“Sorry, be there in a sec!” He yelled back.
He took another look at himself in the mirror. The onesie was oversized, and he bet that walking wouldn’t be the funnest thing in the world, but at least it came in just at his ankles. The tail dragged behind him. By the end of the night it would be dirty.
He sighed and grabbed his company coloured shark slippers off the bed, shoving them on. He left the room right before Velvette was about to pound on the door again.
“Hey.” Vox made finger guns at her, but they weren’t very visible with the fins covering his hands.
He looked her up and down. She wore a pretty skimpy outfit, a heart cut out of the chest of the crop top and practically nothing covering the bottom. The only thing that tipped him off to what she was supposed to be were the pointy ears, tail, and bell around her neck.
He couldn’t help but let out a laugh that sounded a little bit like a giggle. “Are you a cat?”
“Pff, are you a shark?” Velvette raised an eyebrow at him and pulled out her phone and to snap photo of him before he could swat it out of her hands. “Oh, this is great.”
Vox growled and crossed his arms. “Don’t you wanna cover up a little more? It’s cold out.”
Velvette shrugged. “Everyone wears sexy cat costumes on Halloween. Or bunnies. Or mice. Or dogs. Any animal, really. It’s worth being cold as a bitch.”
He frowned. “Don’t tell me that Val also went in that costume direction.”
She shook her head and grinned. “I’ll do you one better.”
Val rounded the corner of the hallway at that moment to peek at them. “Are you guys almost ready?”
Velvette turned around to meet his eyes. “Just about.” She said, and glanced back at Vox to see his reaction with a smirk.
Well, Val was… certainly dressed. To a point, anyway.
He was wearing a costume that was about as skimpy as Velvette’s if not skimpier. An off the shoulder crop top, a high rise skirt, and fishnets with thigh-high boots. It looked almost like his normal attire under his wings, actually. The only drastic change was some eye makeup he’d done that looked like dripping eyeliner.
Vox cleared his throat, trying to stop his eyes from traveling down Val’s thighs and hips. “What are you supposed to be?”
“I’m a slut, can’t you tell?” Val sprawled his arms out and popped a hip, gesturing to himself. “I worked hard on it.”
“Sure you did.”
Val scoffed, offended. “Okay, Mr. Shark Pajamas. How are you gonna drink as many shots as us with those flippers you got there?”
He gasped, also offended. “I can still hold things! Maybe… “ He trailed off, trying to grab at his zipper to prove his point. He was failing fantastically.
Velvette rolled her eyes. “Okay, you two, let’s go to the hellhole of a party.”
They all left the tower to get into their limo. The party was being hosted by Zeezi in one of her clubs, not by any of them. He didn’t mind Zeezi, so he was okay with going to her party. He just hoped that there weren’t people he knew too well there…
Velvette got in the back first. Vox tried to climb in before Val tapped him on the shoulder.
“What?” He asked impatiently.
“Are you wearing anything under that?”
“Like… underwear, yeah. Why?”
“Just wondering.” Val singsonged, not looking him in the eyes. The grin spreading on his face told Vox that wasn’t all, but he wouldn’t worry about it right now. He got into the limo and placed himself next to Vel.
“I heard the princess’ hotel is having a party, too,” Velvette told him. “They’re posting all about it, see?”
Velvette held out her phone screen for him to look at. Charlie was posing with her girlfriend, Angel Dust, and her father. Charlie and Vaggie were dressed as an angel and a devil, respectively, Angel Dust a sexy mouse (maybe that’s where Velvette had gotten it from… ) and Lucifer in a duck onesie. The tagline was ‘Halloween party at the hotel! Come by at 8 if you want to join us!’
Vox grinned. “His majesty at least understands how to dress up.”
“Oh, shut up,” Velvette rolled her eyes, taking her phone back. “You two are both lacking in the Halloween fashion department.”
Vox hardly noticed that Val had slid in next to them before he spoke. He was pressed up right against Vox’s side. “Oh, come on, babydoll,” Val coaxed. “Vox’s costume isn’t that bad. It’s just a little… him. That’s not bad, right?”
Velvette seemed to think about it seriously for a moment. “It’s not bad.” She relented.
“Great! Even if he stands out horribly from the group and will probably get laughed at when we get there, we can at least instill pride into him, right?”
“You guys know that I’m right here, yeah— ?”
The limo suddenly slowed to a stop. “We’re here!” Val chirped, eager to change the subject.
Val and Vel had no trouble getting out, but they both had to help Vox because he didn’t really have hands to use. He groaned as he finally got out and Velvette shut the door behind him. He did not think this party was going to be fun.
“Cheer up, buttercup,” Val elbowed him lightly. “It’s a party! You’re supposed to have fun and get drunk.”
“I’ll get you like, fifteen shots, V, if that’ll make you feel better.” Velvette offered.
“Thank you, Vel, that’d— that’d be nice.” He offered her a small smile.
“Fuck yes! Now let’s go and party!” Velvette ran ahead of them. Val snickered and followed close behind. Vox slinked further back behind him.
The party was being hosted in a pretty regular club. Vox swore there were like, five other ones just like this around the Pentagram, but he could digress. When they walked in, booming music and strobe lights immediately took over all of his senses.
He could feel his head spinning as he rubbed his head. He must’ve stumbled a bit, because Val’s arms came out of nowhere to catch him.
“Ay, go sit down, mi amor,” Val told him, helping him stay balanced. “Don’t pass out. I might not be here to get you. I think Vel’s gonna be talking to people before she orders us those shots.”
“M’kay.” He mumbled, and Val let him go to run over to where Velvette was.
He made his way to a booth, plopped down, and leaned his head back. He couldn’t really be this tired this quickly at a party that was supposed to last a few hours, but he had forgotten to mentally prepare himself for this.
He kind of zoned out, only able to see flashes of purple, green, blue, and pink, before an energetic voice cut through the white noise of his thoughts.
“Hey, hey, hey! Vox is here! Why the long face? Tired already? The party’s just getting started!”
He might not like Zeezi as much after this as he had before.
“Hi, Zeezi,” He lifted his head weakly. He could see through the flashing lights that she was dressed like batwoman, that one superhero from Marble, or something. “How drunk are you?”
“I’m only slightly buzzed!” She waved a dismissive hand. “You?”
“Waiting on Velvette for the alcohol.”
“She’s flirting with some girls over there in the corner,” Zeezi gestured in a direction that he couldn’t quite follow. “I think your other business partner is, too. They might be busy for a while.”
“Mmmmph… “ He slammed his head on the table in front of him. “Fuck me.”
“I’m good. Anyway, have fun, shark boy! Love the pajama look!”
She skipped away, already yelling something at a new person, and he growled deep in his throat.
No one, and I mean no one, calls me shark boy.
Except Val.
And Vel.
TWO people can call me shark boy. No one else.
He didn’t know how much longer he sat there with his face pressed against the table, but eventually he felt two people sidle next to him and slam some shots down on the table.
“Wake up, V, we got alcohol!” Velvette announced. Judging by the way she was yelling, he guessed that she’d already downed a few.
He lifted his head, and Val patted him gently. “Come on, Vox, we gotta catch up to her.”
Vox grinned. “You say that like it’s a challenge.”
It was a little hard to pick up the shot glasses and not have them slip out of his hands, but if he held on really tight with both of his hands, then he was able to drink them properly. Val could drink a lot faster than the two of them, since he had four arms, but he’d say they all did pretty well.
By the time they were done, Vox was buzzed and he’d only shattered one glass.
Vox tried to blink away the shakiness of his vision and failed before looking up at Velvette. He noticed a smear on her cheek. “Do you have lipstick on your face?”
“Whaaaat? How did that get there, hahaha… “ She quickly wiped it off with the back of her hand.
“Zeezi told me you were flirting with some ladies back there.” Vox raised his eyebrows accusatorily.
“I would never do that. She’s probably making stuff up.”
Val chuckled drunkenly. “Babydoll’s a master flirter. She got a kiss from one of the girls and I didn’t! Isn’t that crazy?”
“Suuuuper crazy.” He replied, smirking at Velvette.
Velvette stood up abruptly. “I’m gonna go hook up with one of them in the bathroom and get away from you slutshamers.”
“Have fun!” Val called after her as she walked away.
“I bet you tomorrow she’s gonna be fawning over a different one.” Vox said.
“Oh, definitely,” Val nodded and turned slightly so he could sprawl his legs over Vox’s lap. “She always leaves me at clubs and does this… It’s fine. Good for her.”
Vox nodded, too, but he wasn’t really thinking about what he was saying. He lifted his fabric fin covered hand and stroked up and down Val’s leg. “Mmmmhmm… real good… “
Val giggled and leaned closer. “Don’t tell me you’re in a mood right now, baby. This isn’t the best place to do it.”
“Hm. Maybe I am… It’s pretty dark in here… and you’ve never been worried about being indecent in public before.”
Val hesitated before grinning. “What was that you said about wearing nothing underneath there?”
“I am wearing something,” He corrected. “I’m wearing underwear, which technically counts— oh… “
While he’d been talking, Val had already unzipped his onesie and was on him, straddling his lap. “What were you saying?”
“Ah… nothing.” He breathed. He had already forgotten.
Val rubbed up and down his now bare chest with his top pair of hands while his bottom pair was braced on his thighs. He rocked his hips against him, and Vox already felt dizzy.
“I didn’t tell you my answer to the question.” Val said, his voice slightly strained.
Vox grunted and tried his best to peer at him through the obnoxious lighting. “What do you mean?”
Val leaned in close. “I mean that I’m not wearing anything under my costume.”
“... oh.”
Vox could hardly breathe. It was probably because of the alcohol, but with the environment and this happening he felt overwhelmed. And hard. Overwhelmed and hard.
Since the onesie was unzipped, he was able to struggle his arms out and finally use his bare hands to meet Val’s thighs. Val let out a soft gasp, and then a weak chuckle.
“Your hands are really sweaty.” He whispered.
“Thank you.” He whispered back, but his screen flushed cyan with embarrassment.
Val ground down harder on him, his hips moving skillfully. Vox could feel their clothed erections brushing together, and it drove him wild.
“Oh, god… “ He groaned, his hands moving up to grip Val’s ass instead through his leather skirt. He leaned up to capture his lips desperately and Val cooperated, just moving faster. The friction was everything. The friction was all he needed.
“V— Val, I’m gonna— “ Vox moaned as quietly as he possibly could, but even if he was loud it probably couldn’t be heard over the music.
“Already?” Val questioned, but then let out a muffled little groan. “I might… I… “
They were interrupted, though, and Val immediately stopped moving. Vox whined with need.
“The fuck! I leave you two alone for one minute and this happens?” Velvette stood with her hands on her hips, mouth scrunched up.
Val let out a surprised squeak. “You did that really fast!”
“She was as inexperienced as you could possibly be. Get off each other.”
Val crawled off of Vox and Vox frowned deeply. “You’re mean,” He said to Velvette. “Can’t he just get me off real quick?”
She shook her head firmly. “That’s public indecency, Vox.”
Vox zipped up his onesie again and stood up. “I’m gonna go jerk off in the bathroom… “
“Wait!” Val jumped up as Vox started walking to the men’s room. “Lemme come with!”
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Vox practically leapt into the limo and collapsed on the seat. Val and Vel came in behind him.
“Some party, right?” He groaned.
“It wasn’t bad,” Velvette shrugged, sitting down. “I got that girl’s number.”
“Do you even know her name?” Vox asked, lifting his head.
“Ehm… no… “
“That’s what I thought.”
Val leaned sleepily against the seat, his head tilted back. “Are you guys excited for our hangovers tomorrow?”
Vox and Velvette both groaned. Val laughed.
“And to make it worse,” Vox sat up and immediately regretted it, his head spinning. “We didn’t even get any candy.”
“Who gets candy on Halloween anymore?” Velvette asked, looking at him incredulously.
“Isn’t that like, for little kids?” Val added.
Vox crossed his arms and pouted. “It’s not Halloween if we don’t get candy.”
Val sighed, rolled his eyes, and called to the driver in the front seat, “Hey, can we stop by a candy store before we get to the Tower? Voxy needs his Snickers.”
The limo veered directions. Vox almost hurled.
“Thanks, Val,” Vox mumbled. “I dunno if I can have any tonight, though, I might eat 'em all in the morning.”
Val shrugged. “Suit yourself. My goal is to vomit a mix of alcohol and Sweet Tarts in the morning so it tastes better.”
“Oh my god, you’re disgusting,” Velvette snickered. “I’m gonna have five packs of PEZ.”
“I’m gonna pass out… “ Vox added weakly.
“Oh, c’mere, big guy,” Val scooped him up in his arms. “Is the wittle baby tired? Is he tired fwom all the pawtying we did? Do we need to bwing you home, baby?”
Vox made a weak grunting sound instead of anything concrete.
“We should just be lucky he didn’t cry tonight, Val,” Velvette came over and rested her head on Val’s forearm. “Next time we get him to drink we might not be so lucky.”
“I don’t cry when I’m drunk… “
“Sure,” Val rolled his eyes. “You’ve never done that.”
Vox just scoffed before closing his eyes. He would try to sleep for a minute before they went to get their Halloween candy or whatever.
He could hear Val and Vel still talking and laughing while he was half awake and asleep. A smile spread on his face.
Maybe this Halloween wasn’t so bad.