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Vox:
Holy shit, why does he look so goddamn pretty. The light captures Alastor's maple red eyes beautifully. His hair his tied up in a pony and it's making Vox queasy. His ears were twitching, which told Vox that he was staring for too long. He started to blush, which of course, started to show on his stupid boxy head.
"Vincent, are you alright? You look sick, my dear. Have you had too much pressure at work? Whatever do you keep your assistants around for then?" Alastor said sweetly, which only made Vox blush brighter. Alastor, the high and mighty Radio Demon, was concerned about his well-being. He had to be in heaven.
"W-what? Oh yeah Al! Don't you worry your head about it, I'm just peachy! In fact, do you want another round? Pretty sure we're in like 5 rounds now." Vox said, trying to not choke on his words as he looked at Al. His smile was probably so dopey and lovesick that he looked ill.
"What? Oh yes! Go be a dear and fetch me a few more Sazeracs, will you? Thank you Vinnie dear!" Alastor hollered, clearly a bit tipsy from the drinks he's had while waiting for Vox. Vox was caught off guard at the nickname. Vinnie..no on had called him that before. Vox was dumbfounded and started to stammer yet again.
"Y-yeah Al! S-sazeracs coming up. Be right back!" Vox whinced at his own stuttering, although Al's smile softened around the edges. Vox went to fetch the drinks before he started to become weak in his knees again.
A few hours later, both the Overlords were completely wasted.
Alastor was especially wasted considering he's had a bit more than Vox. Oh, who was he kidding, he had a lot more than Vox. Al nestled his hair into Vox's neck, making Vox ticklish. Al's ears started to flick with glee as he realized the other Overlord was ticklish.
"Ticklish, are we?" Al said delicately, which made Vox's stomach become filled with butterflies. He started to blush yet again, unable to control it from the gentle tone Al used with him and him only.
"What? No Al! I'm not at all ticklish. You're just imagining things" Vox said as smoothly as he could while being completely wasted.
"Hm. Sure sweetheart." Al said, before getting up to fetch them another round. "Just going to get a few more drinks Vinnie, be right back!" he said and before Vox could reply, he kissed him on the cheek. Just a little peck but that was enough to make Vox buffer completely. Damn his stupid TV head, damn Alastor, damn his after life but how he loved it. After he stopped malfunctioning from the kiss, he realized that Al was silent. But nevermind that, was the Radio Demon blushing? OMG! The Radio Demon was BLUSHING because he kissed him. They had to have misconcepted their idea of hell because right now Vox was in heaven.
"Woah there Al! At least ask me out first!" Vox replied to Al's actions while blushing, but Alastor started to stammer. Alastor, the great and powerful Radio Demon, started to stammer because he was flustered. From Vox!
"W-no! That was completely involuntary. I don't know what came over me to be honest with you. Must've been one too many drinks! Anyway, I'm going to fetch myself another round, you can get your own if you want!" Alastor stated, before huffing and turning around on his heel towards the bartender.
"What noo! Al, it was just a joke! You cant seriously be mad when you kissed me? This is unfair." Vox started following him and grabbed his wrist ever so gently, it was almost if he grabbed nothing at all. He was warm and smelt like whiskey and vanilla. Vox would die for him. He pulled Alastor closer, his other hand going to his waist. Alastor didn't move, neither did Vox.
"W-what? Unhand me right this moment Vincent!" Alastor exclaimed, but made no effort to move out of Vox's grasp. Vox pulled him closer and hugged him. Alastor was dumbfounded to say the least.