Alastor couldn’t believe he allowed himself to get back with his ex boyfriend. He was very much pissed off with himself, and at Vox as well. Vox, being the person Alastor trusted himself the most with five years ago, knew that this was just how Alastor’s brain worked and there was no way of stopping it when it wasn’t ready. Alastor had trauma with love all his life and now afterlife.
“You idiot!” Alastor yelled, pushing Vox by the chest like he always did but with much more force. He was clearly in one of his episodes where his brain refused to listen to reason. Alastor continued to have his fit, refusing to let Vox close. He hid in a corner and glared knives at Vox. Vox stood there, thrown off guard a bit, but otherwise he understood what was happening. Alastor watched Vox sit on the couch to give him space to settle down. Unfortunately, Alastor didn’t settle down. Rage rippled through him like a tsunami, making Alastor violent. Alastor didn’t get like this often, but when he did, he needed to be left alone so he didn’t harm either of them. Though he did want to harm Vox right now. Especially given their past together. Alastor’s ears pinned down against his head, as he held his knees to his chest and gawked lividly at everything. He desperately wanted to attack Vox. To settle things once and for all. Given how Vox was now, he may beat Alastor and humble his ego; he certainly was stronger physically without using any powers. Even more so with a possibly sprained ankle.
“I HOPE YOU FUCKING DIE!” was all Alastor could say. He was not in the right state of mind to come up with actually hurtful insults.
Vox had to wait several hours for Alastor to just allow him to speak.
“Alastor, come sit by me, buddy,” he said, patting the spot on the couch to his right. Alastor hesitated, but now he was calm enough to do it. He sat stiffly next to Vox and glared at him. It took them a while to speak because Alastor appeared pissier every time Vox began a sentence. Vox eventually put an arm around Al’s shoulder and rubbed his arm.
“You’re safe with me, okay? I know you don’t feel it right now, but I understand what you’ve been through and I’m here to help you,” Vox murmured, looking at Alastor who kept shooting daggers at him. He smiled at Alastor.
“You don’t deserve anything from me,” Alastor snarled and Vox nodded. That probably pissed Alastor off even more that Vox was just agreeing and not arguing. He wanted Vox to fight him, to work him up so he could get more anger out because that was what Vox deserved.
“I know, I’ve done shitty things to you, haven’t I?” Vox replied, smiling again, “but people change, they learn from their mistakes.”
Alastor hated that even more. He didn’t like how Vox acted angelic when he knew damn well he was still the same asshole that he’s always been.
“You’ve done more than shitty!” Alastor snapped again, pushing Vox. This time Vox didn’t let himself be pushed, instead, he pulled Alastor closer and kissed his forehead. Alastor melted like chocolate immediately; he hated that. Vox was always so good at calming him down. He let himself be held on the bigger man’s chest, closing his eyes and sighing. Vox patted his back softly.
“There we go…” Vox whispered; Alastor finally calmed down.
Vox had ended things with Valentino two weeks before he met Alastor at the casino, and now that he was out of that mess, he might be able to ask Al to be his boyfriend. Obviously, Vox didn’t plan for Alastor’s episode to happen when it did, so his plan was postponed a bit longer. But that was alright. If Alastor needed the time, Vox would give it to him because he loved him.
Four days after Alastor settled from his meltdown, Vox took him to a restaurant, had him dress up and purchased flowers to gift him after they ate. Alastor was on his period, that was something Vox found out on Tuesday. Vox wanted to make this special to make him feel better since he’d experienced Alastor’s hormones first hand.
They went to a nice spot that offered cannibal options for Alastor, and normal options for Vox. They’d been there a few years ago for a date, and it had hardly changed besides for the employees. Vox watched Alastor follow behind him as they entered and walked to their table.
“What would you like?” Vox asked as Alastor looked at the menu. Alastor chose what he always got back then.
After they finished their meal, Vox took Alastor outside and gave him the red roses and his jacket. Alastor smiled up at him. It was precious.
Alastor took Vox’s arm as he guided him to the sleek black limo. It was getting late, and Alastor had a full stomach and was hardly functioning on five hours of sleep. He leaned on Vox’s shoulder and slept. Vox was warm and soft and comfortable like a pillow.
They arrived at the Vee Tower; Vox offered to take him home for a little bit of a change. Alastor woke up grumpily when Vox shook his shoulder for him to get out of the car.
“Come on, you can sleep up here,” Vox said, dragging Alastor to the door. Alastor stumbled along sleepily. The elevator made Alastor nauseous, he had drank whiskey at the restaurant and now he was very tired. He grunted at Vox and hunched over.
“Oh fuck, not here, Al!” Vox hissed, pulling Alastor up again despite his protests. Alastor gagged and Vox thought he was about to puke all over his nice elevators. Luckily, he was able to make it to the bathroom sink, (he refused to throw up into the toilet). Vox rubbed his back as he got through the nausea, and eventually, he finished and was able to change into his pajamas and lay down in Vox’s bed. Vox was surprised when Alastor asked if he could lay down with him, but he did. Alastor rolled over and laid his head on Vox’s chest and his ears flattened comfortably against his head; something he always did when he was sleeping. Vox remembered that part vividly, after every day, they would rest together and Alastor’s fluffy ears would lay down. Vox also loved petting those ears, but lately, Alastor had only allowed him to touch him if he indicated it first. Vox kissed between Al’s ears and turned the lights off him.
“Sleep well, Al,” Vox whispered, his screen dimming. They slept very well together in Vox’s very large bed. The only thing Alastor didn’t like about Vox’s bed was the sheets, he could smell Valentino even after the many times Vox had washed them. Maybe that was his cycle talking, his senses were heightened and he could smell literally everything.
In the morning, Alastor was very sleepy, and still felt sick. He rolled over with his back facing Vox and cuddled Vox’s oversized hammerhead shark plushie. It smelled like Vox and was very comforting. He went back to sleep for a good long while after that, and Vox was already up and at a meeting by the time Al woke up. It was almost five. Alastor figured he could use a bit more sleep, so he slept more. By the time Vox returned, Alastor was hangry, and made Vox order room service.
“What would you like to eat?” Vox asked, accidentally pissing Alastor off more than he already had from being in meetings all day instead of giving him all the attention.
“What do you think?” Alastor hissed, crossing his arms and snuggling deeper into the nest of blankets he created.
“Settle it, smartass,” Vox replied, raising an eyebrow at the grumpy deer in his bed. Alastor glared at him and Vox smirked. Vox called and got them both some fancy place food because Alastor despised “lazy fast food,”
“There, you got your gourmet crap,” Vox mumbled, recieving a sharp look from Alastor that made him laugh.
The food arrived, Alastor scarfed it down so quick Vox thought he’d choke. Alastor was clearly very hungry.
“Alastor, when’s your next shift?” Vox asked, talking with a mouth full of pasta salad. Alastor ignored him until he used manners. Stupid etiquette shit.
“Alastor, I asked you a question!” Vox repeated, raising his eyebrows.
“Yes, but I couldn’t understand you through your food,” Alastor replied sassily, smirking at him. Vox rolled his eyes and repeated his question without a full mouth.
“My next shift is Saturday, Vincent.”
Alastor nodded like Vox was dumb.
After they ate, Alastor sat on Vox’s lap, which was something Vox never expected. There was clearly something Al wanted.
“Need something?” Vox asked, putting his hands on Alastor’s waist.
“Rub my hips,” Alastor replied. Vox complied. Apparently he really needed this, because the amount of tension in his hips was crazy. Vox thought this act was very intimate, and he appreciated that Alastor trusted him enough to allow him to do such a thing. Vox smiled up at Al, and surprisingly, Alastor smiled back and it was gorgeous. Everything about Alastor was gorgeous, the pretty hair, the pretty eyes, the pretty skin, literally everything. No wonder Alastor was a showgirl, he fit the part. After a bit of hip rubs, Alastor stood back up and sat on the bed again, wrapping a blanket around his shoulders. He was wearing one of Vox’s t-shirts and his boxers since he’d forgotten to pack his own clothes for this little stay.
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