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"Hey, Al, I'm tired... I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked Alastor sleepily, while getting up, when he fell straight down and didn't move.
The stupid TV fell asleep and now Alastor had to take care of him. Vox’s screen started projecting something but, he couldn't see it because he fell straight onto his screen somehow not cracking it. What could it be? Alastor flipped Vox onto his back and laid down next to him then looked up.
The projection showed him and Vox. Vox was cutting his skin with a razor, a tiny pool of blood forming on his wrist, when Alastor walked in and stopped him. They started talking, when Vox just kissed him, Alastor looked stunned and attacked Vox but stopped and thought for a minute, when he swooped Vox into his arms with a mischievous grin as he kissed Vox back.
Alastor couldn't watch anymore, the sinking feeling in his stomach was growing the more he watched. He got up and dragged Vox’s body over to his bed, he put a blanket over the screen so he wouldn't have to see anymore of the dream. It was weird though, Vox seemed like he couldn't care less about Alastor, but his dreams say otherwise. Alastor decided to see what Vox would say when he’s drunk, you know what they say, “drunk words, sober thoughts”.
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Vox woke up in the middle of the night. We looked around not recognizing where he was, his vision blurred. He started to panic, what if he was back at the Vee tower? What if this is double hell and Alastor ate him. His breathing became faster and labored. He tried pulling at his skin and antennas, when he felt a hand on his back and he jerked away hoping it wasn't anything or anyone he thought it was.
"Vox? what's wrong?" Asked a voice, and Vox immediately recognized the voice.
"Alastor? where am I? what happened? is this a dream?" Vox had so many questions, but his lungs still stung from the panic. Alastor was laying against the head bored of the bed.
"Vin, we had lunch together, then you said you were physically (and mentally) tired and then passed out on my bed, it was getting late so I felt like I should see why people like to sleep so much!" Alastor was talking like two men weren't sleeping in the same bed, oh Christ on a stick, why does Vox care anymore. Vox's breath slowed slightly, but the more he thought about this situation, and other things. He started heating up a lot, he tugged at his shirt collar to get air flowing into his neck gills. "Vin, you need to calm down. Your over heating" Alastor touched the side of Vox's TV head and his fans got louder; his face flushed a bright cyan. Alastor figured the problem is him, Vox fans always got louder around him, but could that mean Vox still liked him? He'll have to find out soon. "I see... you must leave now" Vox was stunned for a second, he didn't want to leave! Being with Alastor made feel good, really good.
"No. I'm not leaving" Vox said bluntly as he snuggled back up under the covers. If he was going to be kicked out, well he would have to be forced out.
"Oh Vinnie, always so stubborn" Alastor cooed at him. Alastor doesn't flirt, doesn't use nicknames, and hasn't called him 'Vinnie' in 60ish years.
"Al, are you feeling, okay?" Vox reached over to feel his head, Alastor recoiled at the attempt of physical touch, but hesitantly leaned back in, he needs Vox trust.
"Why's that pal?" Alastor crooked his head with confusion.
"I-I, that! You keep calling me nicknames... I d-don't hate it, it's just, it feels wrong. I like it, b-but it feels forced!" Vox stutter out, Alastor had only called him a nickname a few times, back when they were friends.
"But I'm choosing to call you Vinnie?" Alastor raised an eyebrow. he thought Vox would melt over the fact of being called a nickname after all these years.
"If you are sure, then y-yeah, just feels weird" Vox raised his hands to start waving them all around, like he usually did when nervous, but Alastor just grabbed his hands and laid them down. Vox blushed at the gesture.
"Very sure! Now let's get some sleep, unless you'd like a midnight snack or drink?" Alastor asked him, preparing to get up.
"I need to start some internal repairs, but could you get me some whisky?" Vox requested before focusing on fixing his systems, they were pretty messed up, because of his panic attack.
"Absolutely!" Alastor responded a little too cheerfully as he jumped out of bed. Vox couldn't help but stair at the red robe that hugged Alastor features.
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The way Vox was acting around Alastor, he thought he wouldn't need him to get wasted. It was clear he was still trying to trick Alastor with all this 'affection'. Alastor felt sick, he hated Vincent, he was too touchy for Alastor liking, but if he is more like his old self, it would be easier to use him again. When he first met Vincent, all he talked about was how powerful and influential he was in his life. The more Alastor heard about his life; he truly wanted to finish that fateful day. Alastor was distracted by his thoughts when he bumped into Niffty.
"Sir! What are you doing awake at this hour?" Niffty stopped wiping the floor down to stare up at Alastor.
"Oh Niffty, dear, Vox wanted some whisky, so I am getting some and maybe a snack for me!" Alastor responded casually, then he thought about how he looked, he was up a 3am calming down Vox and now getting him a drink, how pitiful! Vox did ask for one of the drinks Alastor loves to drink, so it wouldn't be rude to not take some too.
"Vox? Why is he asking you to get him a drink?" She stood up and started to inspect Alastor for any dirt or injures from Vox.
"Well, dear, like they say "keep your friends close and your enemies closer"!" he said kneeling down to pat her on her head.
"But most Fanfiction is enemies to lovers!" Niffty pouted. Alastor was taken aback by that statement; he quickly gathered his thoughts.
"Now, dear, what have I said about the internet and 'Fanfiction' " Alastor smoothly replied with the tone of a disappointment father. Niffty just crossed her arms and looked up him with a frustrated look, one that looked a lot like Vox when he teased him. Alastor got up and walk over to the bar grabbed a bottle of whisky and took a swig before grabbing two glass and filling them up, he put the bottle, two full glasses onto a tray and began to walk upstairs. It was awful how much Alastor had to walk to get rid of these weird feelings.
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Vox took off his bow tie, suit jacket and shoes. He grabbed the covers and draped them over him; he just finished repairs and just wanted to die. He didn't even have a reason this time. Vox couldn't help but overthink everything that's been happening to him. What if Alastor thought he was weak? Everyone hates him, he even hates himself. Alastor was just using him. Every would leave him. They promised but they all did. He was a god or at least he thought he was. The thoughts were getting to him; he needed to stop them. He knew only one way to stop the thoughts. He sat up and grabbed his jacket off the floor. Vox checked the pockets; he couldn't feel it. shit. Vox kept rustling around the pockets till he nicked his finger on the blade. He pulled it out and set it on the bedside table. Vox examined his finger; it was just a little paper cut he put his finger in his mouth to suck some blood before it regenerated. He picked the blade back up and stared at it before slow pressing against his wrist. He let out a breath that he didn't know he was holding. Alastor is going to leave you again. He slid the blade as fast as he could against his skin. The more the thoughts came, the faster and harder he'd cut his skin. Blood was dripping down his arms, he didn't care. Vox laid down flat looking up at the ceiling.
"Vox, I got the whiskey!" Alastor strolled over with the tray of glasses and whiskey. Vox Flew up. Alastor glanced at Vox's wrist. "Oh, Vinnie let me fix you up!" The casualness through Vox off. He was used to Valentino's screaming and throwing shit. He wanted to follow Alastor but he couldn't move, he was so exhausted. He tried closing his eyes and imagined himself getting up and following Alastor, but atlas it didn't help. Soon Alastor returned with some gauze. "You know I've always wondered what you taste like, Vincent." He said while stared at the blood, like a predator looking at prey.
"W-well I don't think it could hurt if you tried?" Vox said unsure if he would end up Alastor’s midnight snack. Alastor looked at him with a hint of surprise but, he grabbed Vox’s arm and licked up some of his blood. Vox flinched at Alastor’s tongue, it felt like a cat's tongue. When Alastor tasted Vox’s blood his eyes widened with surprise at the taste, he was slightly shocked by a tiny bit static. Alastor kept licking up the blood till there was nothing left.
"Hey, not half bad? Well now that your clean, let's bandaged you up!" Alastor grabbed the gauze and started wrapping it around Vox's arms. "Here, I get some water, it'll help with the after effects of the blood loss" Alastor handed him a glass of whiskey, he tired drinking it even though he didn't feel thirsty or anything. Alastor had gotten his shadow to fetch the water, not wanting to leave Vox alone again.
"Thank you..." Vox whispered turning slightly towards Alastor.
"Oh, don't worry about it" he responded, he was always so casual about everything. He got into to bed when his shadow arrived with a water bottle. "Here drink up! I know Charlotte has something planned tomorrow" Alastor shoved the water into Vox’s hands, he tried to drink it but his hands were weak. Alastor saw the pathetic scene and grabbed the water and gestured for Vox to open his mouth. He helped Vox drink the whole bottle. "Now rest up" Alastor said snapping his fingers, the room went dark except the glow of Vox's screen. Vox rolled over to face the wall.
"Goodnight Al..." he whispered softly, there was no response so he amused Alastor didn't hear. Good. Vox fell asleep.