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How long has it been since he got to sneak out of this hotel and just be in Vox’s safe arms? It has been way too long. For the outside, they were enemies with Vox always trying to pick a fight, it always been like that so no one suspect a thing. Things were differently though when it came to them being alone. Alone they were a sweet couple, taking care of each other through happiness and pain.
Especially once Vox found out Alastor was a omega and not a alpha like many thought. However, despite that, Vox never treated the deer differently or less worth. He still carried Alastor on his arms whenever he can. Everyone actually thought that the deer demon was a alpha. After all, Alastor was very independet and strong, something incredible rare for someone whose second gender was a omega.
The secret came out when one day Alastor couldn’t find his surpressants and fell into a very intense and horrible heat. The sweet scent lured Vox to their shared room. When he found the deer on the bed with blush and sweat, instead of taking advantage, Vox tried to ignore his instincts and went out to get surpressants and even his favourite snack.
Vox may seems like a absolute asshole to many, but he deeply cared and loved Alastor. Even after the deer build up enough trust to sometimes skip a week or two his surpressants to get slowly a healthy cycle back to be in heat every once in a while, Vox waited patiently and comforted him. No matter how much Alastor begged to take him, he wouldn’t.
It took a few months till Alastor build up the courage to tell Vox, he would be ready to have the TV help him through his heats in a sexual manner. But of course only with protection. Vox did and also held his promise to always using protection.
Especially because it was rare for someone who was a omega to be an overlord. In fact it was nearly impossible because of the heat they experience. So majority of them were either a alpha or a beta, genders what were strong and able to express rage and anger unlike a omega, who was rather sensetive and quite emotional.
Though Alastor? Alastor was the only omega. The only way he was able to hide his appearance was through scent blockers, suppressants and smiling wide and pretending to be in charge all of the time. It certainly did wear on him a lot. Quite a lot in fact. He hasn’t been able to stop taking the pills for quite some time, neither was he able to just curl up in Vox arm’s and cry his eyes out like he so desperately wanted to do.
Alastor loved how Vox was able to just hold him and make all the worries melt away, how he always dimmed his screen to not cause a Deer-In-Headlights response from him. He loved when the shark was spooning him and whisper in his ear. Especially…how the shark helped the deer through his heats. Vox often resorted into spoiling him with snacks instead of giving in his primal instincts, even when in heat Alastor just wanted to be taken and filled, yet Vox cared too much to abuse those situations.
Vox also knew that Alastor was AroAce, yet he somehow managed to still steal the deer’s heart. According to Rosie, when Alastor once asked in confusion about this, she explained there still was a chance someone may want a romantic relationship with someone since the label AroAce only described the lack of desire and interest. It never described the chances are zero someone might still date and fall in love.
Vox geniuenly was a great partner towards him, so it hurt him even more that Vox has been quite busy recently. After the extermination, Vox goal was to document literally anything what was destroyed. The hotel, the local dungeons here in pentagram city, some Coffee Shops and the worst, his favourite butcher shop! This alone was already quite upsetting for the deer, but it was nothing he can fix at the very moment.
His staff was broken and he also had suffered a angelic injury, which already alone made him be more vulnerable. Something he hated and despised to be. Fortnuately for him, he was helping Charlie and the others to rebuild the Hotel. After all, it was pretty much destroyed and this gave Alastor a good way to hide his current physical weakened state.
But one thing he couldn’t hide forever, was his heat. Rebuilding the Hotel and Pentagram City being in shambles, made it quite hard for him to send someone get his surpressants. Without them, he would fall in a horrible heat and who knows what will happen afterwards!
Alastor was in his Radio Tower, pulling down his hears and clawing onto his hair. His omega instincts were kicking in, he has not taken his medication for a few days now and as a result he almost started building a safe space in his room which included a few pillows and blankets. However he was able to stop it just in time and put everything back. He couldn’t build one here where everyone could see him.
He was seen as a alpha here after all! What would happen if anyone would find out he wasn’t? How poorly and low would he be treated if they knew? No, they could’t find out, ever.
Tears were slowly running down on his cheeks but he squeezed his eyes shut. He can’t cry now. No, he had to be strong and get back there. Oh how badly he wanted to run to Vox, curl up in his little pillow and blanket nest and just cry. But Vox was busy…he had no time right now for him and that made Alastor’s heart sting in pain.
With trembling legs Alastor stood back up, his head was pounding and he felt like…drowning. He had to suppress lately so many different kind of emotions. Sadness of being unable to spend time with Vox, anger because Lucifer always tried to belittle his tastes and also…feeling lonely. The deer felt so lonely.
Vox wasn’t there to let him cry and vent in his arms, so the deer had no one else to turn to. No one else to go to seek comfort. He was fully alone and had to be independent. This usually nothing new for him, but he just…can’t. Through the small radio in his tower he heard suddenly voices. It was Lucifer’s voice.
»Char-Char, do we really need to keep this hotel more old fashioned for this Radio Loser? That idiot has no taste at all!«
»Daaaad, Alastor built this hotel with us, it is also his home! He should feel comfortable as well in here!«, he heard Charlie defend him immediately. Which made Alastor’s smile grew into a sad but genuine one. Sad because of Lucifers words, but still a genuine smile because of how Charlie defended him.
Just as he was about to turn the radio off, he heard Lucifer’s next words, which stung him like a knife in his chest. Not like the angelic wound already made feel him this way 24/7 to begin with.
»That little fucker ran away while fighting Adam, and now we have to ensure that coward feels comfortable here? In the hotel I gave you what was made by ME?«
This was enough for Alastor. He felt new tears form in his eyes. There was no way he was a …. Coward. Right? Lucifer didn’t mean it like that, right? Gentle sobs escaped his mouth which he tried to muffle by holding his hand infront of his mouth. He couldn’t cry. Not right now. He had to get to…Vox. He had to get to his partner, his lover and alpha.
Despite his weakened state, Alastor managed to dematerialize into the shadows and reappear in Vox’s bedroom only for him to collapse on the floor. With his staff broken and his whole upper body being sliced open, using any kind of magic was quite…draining.
Alastor just sat there shaking, his head was lowered and tears were falling down to the floor. There was no way he could keep himself from crying any longer. The deer slowly scanned the room, it was empty. Vox was not here.
Trembling he slowly climbed up the bed, grabbing the pillow Vox slept on and hugged it tightly. The scent coming from it provided him some kind of comfort, but not enough to calm down. Though the door to the door opened, his ears perked up to listen for any voices. It was Vox’s voice.
»Al…astor?«, he heard the shark ask in confusion. Though the confusion was soon replaced by worry as he ran to the bed to inspect the little fawn on his bed.
»Bambi, are you okay?«, Vox asked. The worry was clear in his voice and as he saw Alastor’s tear filled eyes, he hesitated not any second longer to lay down on the bed and pull his little fawn close.
»V-Vox…«, was all Alasor could hiccup in response, it was painfully clear for Vox that his little deer was close to breaking down in his arms.
How long even has he been like this? Why didn’t he seeked him out earlier? But those were questions Vox would be asking later, right now he had to make sure his fragile fawn was okay.
»I’m here Bambi, I’m here…you wanna talk about it, darling?«, the shark asked in a soft and gentle voice, his head was resting on top of Alastor’s who was clinging on him like his life depended on it.
When Alastor shook his head, Vox just held him softly closer. His one hand was placed on the back of his head and the other one was drawing comforting circles on the deer’s back.
When he felt the deer demons shoulder start to tremble worse, it didn’t took much longer for him to hear a loud cry.
His sweet fawn stopped holding back and just cried in his arms. A small smile was now on Vox’s face. Not because he was happy to see Alastor upset, because his sweet boy stopped holding back his emotions.
»There we go, good boy…let it out…let it out. I’m here…I’m here…«, Vox whispered in a quiet and reassuring voice in Alastor’s ears. He was worried what was going on, but he could probably already guess it. His sweet fawn had been recently complain a lot about Lucifer, so he assumed that little short gremlin of a king was to blame.
But Vox would take care of Lucifer later, for now, he just held Alastor close in his arms, humming his favorite Jazz song to attempt to calm him down. Which was successful after quite a few long minutes by having his little deer fall asleep in his arms.
Vox tucked them both in by pulling a blanket over them and shutting off the lights, whispering quietly into Alastor’s ears: »I love you, Darling…sleep well my precious Fawn«