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A few months have passed since Hell almost fell in despair when the king and the queen from hell fought. The princess and his father create a bond between them. It seemed weird for everyone in hell that the queen was almost punished for what she did in the shadows.
Alastor was finally free thanks to Charlie and Alastor's favour. Initially he wanted to use it as a payback coin for his life once he wanted to take control from hell, but at those moments, Alastor was satisfied. Vox was safe. Charlie was not thaaaat hurt for what her mother did, and Lucifer… He didn’t care at all about him…
Finally he could breath, and relax, and take a few whiskies without worrying, nor wanting to forget anything from the past. It was nice for once to share a conversation, taking a few shoots and Angel’s laughs exploding in the hall… Alastor didn’t even understand what Husk said to make Angel laugh that loud… Or perhaps it was what he was reading on that phone…
“Oh dear… Vox is so predictable… And obvious…”
Interesting…
“What did he say?” asked Husk, raising an eyebrow.
“It’s not what he said, it's how he reacted to what I said to him…” Angel smiled in a playful way.
Confusion tattooed on Husk’s face and he almost was about to ask what he said to him, but the front door of the hotel immediately opened with a tiny thud.
“You, little shit! How dare you!?”
The spider smiled slyly.
“That shows I was right…” he crooned with a dark and mischievous smile.
Vox frowned and listened to Alastor’s laughs, mysterious and sinister, but he loved them. One thing that surprised him is Alastor’s ponytail grouping his hair with elegance, gentleness and above all being a provocation for Vox, who had to fight with all his strength to not have a reset right there.
Alastor took a sip and connected to their waves synchronisation without even looking at him, but a crooked smile appeared on his lips.
I don’t need to know the context for knowing that Angel dared you to come here and tell me something, innit?
Since when do you use modern sentence structures?
“That you don’t want to answer me, proves I was right…” hummed Alastor.
“What?” asked Husk and Angel at the same time.
At what point had they said something to each other?
“Don’t you dare to use that tone, Al …”
Only the moment Alastor laid his red dangerous eyes on Vox’s digital one, the radio that had been playing a relaxing ambient music— that Alastor surely had control on, he had not proves, but obviously no doubts of it— changed the vibrations and the timing, with a small change of frequency and the static rising up in a non intimidating, nor threatening way… Instead, a new song started to sound…
“I can’t listen to you… Why don’t you come here and repeat it…?”
Vox caught the deer’s intentions and grinned crookedly.
—
His digital smile sharpened, a red line could be seen on his screen, just as if he was drooling blood, but it disappeared with a fast glitch. Like if he was trying to control himself, but he never was good at it and everyone knew it.
Alastor's smile widened as Vox approached him with an elegant walk —even though his eyes showed a strong excitement— once he was in front of him he made a reverence and offered to take his hand.
Even though he was no longer forced to keep a smile on his face, Alastor didn’t stop smiling, it had become part of his game as an overlord, but especially because he had a bigger reason to smile everyday of his afterlife and it was standing right in front of him.
And he knew that if in any moment he wanted to drop the smile and be vulnerable to someone, that soul would be right next to him everytime he would need him.
Vox was trying to hide it, but he was eager for Alastor to take his hand. The Radio Demon raised his hand, it appeared that it was to accept Vox’s but he just passed to his red hair, to clear his vision. Vox chuckled at it, Alastor really drove him crazy, and he enjoyed it.
“Don’t waste your time, flat-face” Angel dared to talk with a wise smile on his face “Our dear smiles here is outdated and rhythmless, there is no way he could manage to dance tango”
“Watch what comes out of that mouth, my dearest Angel…” Alastor took one more sip from his drink and put the glass on the counter.
“You don’t know him very well then, cute spider”
At the amazed gaze of Husk and Angel, Alastor accepted Vox’s hand and it just took one pull to make him stand in front of Vox.
Do you wanna take the lead, deer? Or you want me to lead you?
Let’s get creative, éclair
The smile on his screen widened a bit more, his main reaction was a spark of electricity that travelled through his spine until his TV’s antennas. Their fingers intertwined and their chest touched, Vox placed his free hand on Alastor’s back, Alastor placed his hand on Vox’s shoulder.
One of Alastor’s ears twitched and another spark made the TV’s antennas twitch too.
Without any other word they started to move in the room, the music playing in the radio, with every movement, every finger moving to enforce the grab, every time their faced got close again the music got a little bit louder, all their movements were perfectly synchronised, as if they had been practising or they just knew too well how to dance with the other. Especially when Vox pulled Alastor gently to make him fall back on his arms, so he could catch him with elegance and make Alastor’s back rest comfortably on his chest when me standed up again. Alastor didn’t hesitate once in that movement, proving the trust that existed between them.
Their feet didn’t stop moving, but their bodies kept the closeness, Vox was wrapping the overlord with his arms and Alastor didn’t seem to have any complaint about it.
Their movement got slow but didn’t stop, Vox enjoyed the warmth on his chest, feeling his dear deer on his arms, the soft twitch of his ears, the calm breath of Alastor against his chest.
I love you… My dearest fawn
With a fast but soft movement, Alastor separated from Vox, but just to be face to face with him, their right hands were still holding, this time their both hold each other's arms, Alastor leaned his forehead against Vox’s screen, just as if they were rubbing foreheads.
I don’t think I’ve been this happy in a long… Really long time… You don’t have any idea, fawn, for how long I have been waiting for just another dance with you… I love you so much, Alastor
Alastor hid his face against Vox’s chest, he smiled, moving his hand from the back to the red fluffy hair of Alastor. Caressing it, smiling at seeing his ponytail again. They kept the slow dance moves even when the music suddenly stopped and turned into static for a moment, before Vox could ask about it a melody started to sound from the radio.
It wasn’t a tango, it sounded more like an antiqued melody. It was… Beautiful .
“Alastor?—”
The voice of the singer interrupted his words.
«
Never thought that you would be
Standing here so close to me
There is so much I feel that I should say
But words can wait until some other day…
Kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Then kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
»
Alastor held him close, hugging him with no intention of separating, rubbing his face against his warm chest.
«
Haven't felt like this, my dear
Since I can't remember when
It's been a long, long time
You'll never know how many dreams
I've dreamed about you…
Or just how empty they all seemed without you
»
Their hands separated so they could hold each other, looking for more closeness, warmth, just the feeling of the presence of the other.
«
So kiss me once, then kiss me twice
Kiss me once again
It's been a long, long time
»
—
The music sounded like a delicate purr that caressed their ears, Alastor was visibly embarrassed, and Vox at that moment couldn't believe what he was hearing… His ears drooped back and the way his eyes shone, the feeling present was so great that he could even hear his heartbeat vibrating against his chest and it was so pleasant that it excited his vital core, which was bombed with too many stimuli at once.
He felt like he was about to reset, but he managed to have control of himself, somehow.
“I've never known if these feelings in my chest were a good or right thing, for a long time I really thought I was wrong, broken, and I didn't consider I deserved you at all… Surely letting myself go would be a catastrophic mistake for both of us. I don't know if I’ll be able to reciprocate your feelings the way you would like, but I want to take the risk…”
Vox was too stunned and shocked to answer, and yet he nodded slowly, letting him know that he understood him, despite the fact that he couldn't get the hint that Alastor was trying to confess himself.
Or something like that…
“Y-You mean… that…”
“Yes…”
Vox’s screen turned red and bright, as much as Alastor needed to turn away by that blinding red light on his face. And chuckled.
“Y-Your r-really mean…”
“Yes…”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“T-Totally sure…?”
“Totally sure, éclair [twinkle]”
At that moment Vox no longer knew if it was excitement, euphoria, or something similar, but Vox was sure that he was about to have a blue screen reset, and not by fury, not by deception, nor by despair… instead, stunned by love…
Regardless of the consequences that surely will have his actions, not in his dear fawn, but on him…
He got closer, not impulsively, but in a sweetly, sincerely, and lovely way…
If Angel and Husk had to describe the scene that was happening in front of them at that moment, it would possibly be: absolute shock. Not only they couldn't believe what was happening, but also, they were admiring the first ever time— as far as they were concerned— Alastor showed emotions and comfortable physical contact with anyone.
Well, not anyone… His rival .
An old pal… His ancient friend… His first ever colleague… A sweet, lovely and former dance partner…
And they were kissing, holding each other like the world was going to end right there. Like hell was about to consume themself and disappear. Furthermore, Husk could see how Alastor was truly desiring doing that for a long, long time, he never ever saw him look at someone with such an eyes… They were not passionate notwithstanding that it seemed to be by the way they both kept staring at each other when they separated from the kiss…
“I’ve been waiting to do this for a long time…”
“I’ve been waiting for you to do it the same or perhaps more time…”
Alastor wasn't tempting him to transform that conversation in a competition, indeed, it felt more like a game.
“I love you, fawn… ”
“You're sober, right?”
“Totally”
“Good to know…” He tapped the opponent's screen with the tip of his reddish claws, a cold sound resonated with a dull echo, it was a blatant movement. “I guess you know my answer…” he took a deep breath.
“I don't need you to say it, deer… ” he caresses his loose locks and cheek with a gentle caress of his electric blue claws… “I understand…”
Alastor sighed.
“Sorry…”
“No need to, Radeeo… ”
“No. Vox. No.” Vox swallowed. “Don't you dare. That's totally unacceptable!” he rejected while his voice melted into static.
“Sorry”
“I won't accept that!”
“ Deer , please…”
“I allowed you call me ‘Fawn’—”
“I won't say it again” he promised.
The terrific and frightening deer sounds suddenly stopped, as well as the growth of his antlers.
“You better”
Angel and Husk, both hugging each other— wings included to double or perhaps triple the protective feeling— at the other side of the corner, almost hiding, but inevitably continuing watching the scene in that corner, feeling safe, as if it could defend them from Alastor's wrath.
“I can now see who is in control of the relationship”
“ANGEL!” yelled Vox.
Alastor sighed to calm himself and his antlers slowly shrank back to their original size, and he took a breath and then returned to his seriousness, although he still had a smile on his lips, a genuine one.
“You look good ashamed”
“ Fawn… ” he pouted.
Alastor smirked and got closer to the corner, continuing his drink, and inviting with his eyes for Vox to get closer. Obviously he did.
The music that was playing on the radio returned to calm.
“When did you learn to dance like that?” Asked Angel, still hugging Husk, but now more for whim than for security.
“Vox taught me”
“And you do it so good, deer ”
“I still trust you enough to let me guide you that way…”
“And I’m glad you do…”
They kept staring at each other with such lovely eyes and shared a sweet smile.
—
Angel looked at them, then at Husk —who was making a drink for Vox—, waiting for someone to make a confirmation to his silent questions, but it seemed that no one was gonna say anything so he spoke.
“So… Now what? You both are in a… Platonic marriage or something?”
“A what now?”
Vox’s electricity jumbled around his TV head at hearing “marriage” but it didn’t cause a major reaction on him. He looked at Angel with a twitch on his hypnotic eye.
“You never shut the fuck up, don’t you?”
“Only when my kitty makes me”
“Baby, please, don’t…” Husk was barely capable of saying anything before Angel started to kiss his cheeks and caress him behind his ears, which he liked a lot, but he refused to purr in front of two overlords, especially in front of Alastor.
Well, he knew what he was getting into when he realised his feelings for Angel anyways, he couldn’t complain much.
“Angel, dear” Alastor intervened before they went further with the snuggling “Can you please explain what the fuck is a… What did you call it?”
“D-Don’t pay attention to him, deer —”
“You know, a platonic marriage!” Angel interrupted Vox as if he wasn’t talking “Is just like being in a relationship but without the sexual attraction and romantic stuff, it's usually called ‘queer-platonic-relationship’ or something like that, I just figured you—”
“Is… That… a thing?” Alastor widened his eyes and stopped moving his glass when hearing the explanation of that term. His hidden excitement made Husk interested.
“Yeah, but since you two seems to been through the ‘engagement’ part of the relationship, I figured you would be directly platonic husbands”
“Well, in that case, yes, we are husbands”
A sudden bunch of glitches and cough —Vox was taking the drink Husk made for him— were heard after Alastor's affirmation.
Vox even lost balance and Alastor had to help him to not fall on the floor, which could have damaged his screen. This reset was different from the one he got after his accidental confession, it took longer for Vox to came back to his senses and on the texts that appeared on his screen informing of the problem Alastor could read his name appearing two or three times as the cause of the reset before it changed to a temporal black screen and the program started to work as normal.
“ Éclair [Twinkle], as much as I enjoy seeing you dominated by your emotions, I need you to explain to me why you do… That”
“I-I'm sorry, deer , I c-can’t control it…”
“What a simping drama queen”
Vox didn't even have enough strength to threaten the spider on taking the free half of his soul if he kept embarrassing and teasing him. He rolled his eyes and after a few seconds he turned to Alastor, who was looking back at him.
“Y-You mean it?”
“Being platonic husbands? Yes, obviously! It fits us pretty well, don't you think?”
“Really?” He took his hands, looking at Alastor with excitement in his eyes “You promise you feel comfortable with that, deer?”
“I wouldn't accept it otherwise—”
“Then can I start calling you my husband, fawn?!”
“Don’t you dare”
“Please!”
—
“No”
“ Faaaawn… ” he pouted, gently holding his hands and clutching them with soft rubs with his thumbs. “What’s better that allow me to call you my husfawn? ” he winked.
“I’ll fucking kill you, Vox”
“No, please…”
“You were better with nicknames in the old times…” he rolled his eyes, pretending to lose his interest, moving his head aside. “You’re supposed to have more knowledge, but you just turned yourself dumb…”
“I’m trying to be cute…”
“You’re letting yourself down…”
“ Oh please… ” he rolled his eyes. “I’m not thaaaat bad… I’m just trying new things…”
“I like the classics…” Vox grinned, narrowing his eyes with fondness. “You should already know it…”
“I perfectly know it…” His electric blue claws gently caressed the profile of his face, holding his chin after that caress. “I like to play with you and see your lovely reactions…”
Their eyes met and sparks almost seemed to fly, most likely coming from Vox and his sizzling feelings on the surface, and the insane desire to want to hug him and protect him, monopolise him and rock him in his arms. And never be separated from him again...
Vox would never be separated from him again, he had made that promise mentally, and he didn't care about the circumstances in which he might find himself in the future, he didn't care who tried to separate them, he didn't care if the overlords turned against him... He would do anything to not be separated from Alastor for the rest of his afterlife.