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It was only Victoria's second shift at the Grand Hotel when she risked yet another untimely death.
As she dragged her cleaning cart down the plush carpeted hallway, kicking away slightly deflated party balloons from her path, she tried to remember the checklist. Change the sheets, wipe down the mirrors, restock the towels... she really should have written it all down. Or paid a little more attention during training.
Her supervisor was busy helping the rest of the staff clean up the massive ballroom from a party that occurred last night. From the grumbles she had overheard, it was a rather boisterous and messy affair involving a handful of overlords, complete with blood stains to scrub and broken glass to sweep up.
Victoria was dying to hear the gossip, but nearly as soon as she walked through the lobby doors, she was handed a white pinafore apron and ruffled headband, then pointed in the direction of the guest rooms.
She sighed, tying the strings of the apron behind her back and pinning on her name tag. Her shitty shoebox of an apartment wasn't gonna pay for itself.
The first floor was a breeze, the second floor was a piece of cake, and by the time she got to the fifth floor she was really in the zone. She bobbed her head, focused on the upbeat music streaming from her stereo headphones.
She approached the Honeymoon Suite, the largest and most luxurious room in the entire hotel. She mouthed the words to the song blasting in her ears, wiggling her hips in time with the beat. As she fumbled with her key ring, she didn't even notice the red "do not disturb" sign left hanging on the door handle. She finally located the key she was looking for and reached for the door.
She twisted the key into the lock, turning the handle.
Victoria yelped as she was abruptly yanked backwards by her coworker, Daisy. She pulled her headphones off and glared at the pink haired sinner.
"What the fuck is your problem?" She huffed angrily. Daisy glared back and raised a finger to her lips, shushing her. She tilted her head towards the door, eyes flicking to the sign on the doorknob.
"I wouldn't go in there if I was you." Daisy whispered. "God, you don't know how lucky you are, if I wasn't here..." She shook her head and grabbed Victoria's cart, quickly turning it around.
"Let's just say you owe me one. Come on, we can come back later... or... never." She jerked her head for Victoria to follow and pushed the cart briskly, making a beeline towards the elevator.
Victoria looked at the door, dumbfounded, before breaking into a sprint after her.
"Wait, what?! What are you talking about? Who's in there?" She hissed. Daisy just shook her head and shushed her again, repeatedly pressing the elevator call button.
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Just behind the door, two pairs of shiny leather shoes had been left discarded on the floor. An empty bottle and two champagne flutes were left abandoned on the dresser. A haphazard trail of pants, dress shirts, suit jackets, ties, and underwear led up to a king sized bed that held the exhausted, sweaty bodies of two of Hell's most powerful overlords -- the Radio Demon and the TV Demon.
They lay entangled in the crumpled bed sheets, Alastor's head resting on Vox's chest. Vox stroked Alastor's ears absently, eyes half lidded. Alastor was half asleep, practically purring from the comforting touch.
"Do you think we could stay here forever?" Vox murmured. Alastor stirred, cracking open one ruby eye.
"Hmm... perhaps. Though at some point I would get hungry, which may prove bothersome for you." He said, amusement creeping into his voice.
"Eh, you gnaw on me already, I'm used to it." Vox waved a hand dismissively before returning it to further caress Alastor's ears.
Alastor raised his head from Vox's chest and nuzzled his nose into the side of his neck. The other man shuddered as he felt the points of sharp teeth graze his skin before Alastor bit down gently. He stiffened in response, a broken moan escaping his throat.
The bite wasn't hard, but it was enough to draw tiny pinpricks of blood that were immediately lapped up with the demon's tongue. Vox's fingers extended and he gripped a chunk of Alastor's red hair in his claws, tugging slightly. The deer pulled back after a moment, meeting Vox's eyes with a half lidded expression.
"Real food, not just a snack." He said pointedly.
"That's easy, room service. They have everything you could ever want." Vox replied smoothly. He tipped a finger under Alastor's chin, and leaned forward. Their lips brushed together, static buzzing between them. He deepened the kiss, tasting his own blood in Alastor's mouth, metallic and sweet.
Alastor hummed, unconvinced. He broke away and turned on his side, propping his head up with his arm. He reached out and lazily traced Vox's collarbone with a finger.
"So, you'd never work again? That doesn't sound like you, dear." He said skeptically.
Vox huffed out a laugh, turning on his side to face Alastor.
"Are you kidding? I practically invented remote work!" He bragged. "Anything I could do in the office, I can do right here. No problem!"
Alastor sighed, giving the TV head a fond look. He reached out and stroked the corner of his screen, watching tiny arcs of electricity pop off his antennae.
"Well, in any case, we only booked this room for three more nights. So I suggest we make the most of it." He winked at him with a mischievous grin. Vox returned the grin, hooking an arm around the other man's waist.
"Oh, don't worry, we will. C'mere, baby." He tugged their bodies back together, capturing Alastor's lips with his own. The other man wrapped his arms around his shoulders, closing his eyes and surrendering to the embrace. The room's lights flickered as the kiss intensified, static undercurrents punctuated by breathless gasps and moans.
Suddenly, in one fluid motion, Alastor flipped himself on top of Vox, pinning him down. He gazed lovingly at the TV headed demon panting beneath him, screen heated and flushed a bright cyan.
"You know, you're rather adorable like this." He observed, flicking the ball of his antennae playfully and watching it spark.
"God, Al, if I don't fuck you in about ten seconds--" Vox whined, grinding his hips upwards.
"So vulgar though! Honestly, where's the romance? This is still our honeymoon, you know." Alastor teased.
Vox rolled his eyes and snapped his fingers. The lights dimmed low, and the old radio in the corner crackled to life. "This I Swear" by the Skyliners began drifting from the speakers. Alastor's ears flicked in recognition, and a wave of emotion made his heart squeeze.
"Oh, my sweet, sentimental picture box." Alastor murmured, leaning down and nuzzling his screen affectionately. "My darling husband."
Vox felt his heart skip a beat at the word, immediately wanting to hear it again and again. He wrapped his arms around the radio demon tightly, possessively.
"My husband. All mine. I'm gonna make you so fucking happy, Al." He promised. He peppered kisses on his cheeks, his forehead, his nose, his lips.
Alastor chuckled softly, melting into the embrace.
"You already have."