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Alastor screamed in his sleep.
"Alastor, Al wake up."
Vox was doing his best to be gentle trying to shake him awake. Alastor shot up, cold sweat sticking to his forehead and hair. His eyes were huge as he pulls himself into a ball at the foot of the bed, trying to catch his breath. The tears wouldn't stop falling.
"Baby, it's ok." Vox's concern seemed genuine.
"Don't call me baby. Don't, just don't."
"Fine. What was that? Are you ok?"
"No..."
Alastor curled deeper into himself. Part of him wanted to ask to be left alone but he also knew that Vox couldn't really hurt him now. The idea of being alone with his mind right now made his skin crawl.
"Alastor what is wrong? Please tell me?"
Alastor buried his face in his hands. Vox inched closer.
"Can I help?"
Alastor laughed coldly, "I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's ok. Look you can tell me I promise."
Alastor looked to him now, tears not stopping. His voice hoarse:
"It's... it's you... it's last time- I just..."
Al's whole body shook and he buried into himself.
"Oh..." Vox wanted it to be something different. "Alastor, I.... fuck. I know I was. It. Here." Vox rolled up his sleeve. "You want to bite me?"
Alastor lifted his head his eyes locking in on his prey. Al took it and bit it with bone crushing force. Vox screamed, "Fuck Al!" Al chewed at it eating the raw flesh off of his bone. Alastor watched as the tears of pain fell down Vox's screen. Al licked the blood from his wound. "Better?" Vox managed his voice glitching in pain.
Alastor didn't reply he kept licking the blood.
Vox moved tentatively to pet the top of Alastor's head. Alastor let him.
"God did I really freak you out that bad?"
Alastor bit down on Vox again making a new whine out of him. "Ok ok I got it. Jesus. How much do you gotta do to be even?"
"It's not ever going to be enough..." Alastor sounded defeated in that.
"Fuck Al, why not?"
"I just can't. Maybe if you never do anything like that again but I don't know."
Al pulled himself the rest of the way out of his ball and curled into Vox's lap. His screen lit up cyan. Vox gently pet at Alastor's head again. "Fuck Al. I didn't think I could mess you up this bad."
"Neither did I."
"I'll make it up to you."
"I hope you can."
"I promise."
Alastor hummed into Vox's ribs.
"Maybe eating your ribs will make me feel better."
Vox sighed. "You're lucky I love you." He unbuttoned his shirt to let Alastor have easy access. Al sunk his teeth into him in reply.