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Vox was spectating his monitors like always, glancing at every one out of pure boredom. Val and Velvette went to go deal with business, and Vox was left alone in the lair with his usual duties, without anybody to entertain him.
He groaned and leaned back, running his teal metallic claws down his face. He was just about to get up and go struggle to find something else to do, when his eye got caught on a certain person.
There, slumping around the lair and staring at the windows like a creep, was a hellhound with white fur, white irises and big, messy pastel blue hair. Decked in bright gear and sparce clothes hugging his bony little self.
Vox sat up and stared at the monitor for a bit.
"The fuck?"
Then he started giggling out of amusement. The Vee's got their millionth stalker, woohoo.
For the sake of it he rode down the elevator to go outside and see what that boy has planned.
Miles watched, not at first realizing Vox went down and outside until the doors opened loudly. He scurried behind a wall and hid, scared but not regretting his visit at all.
The hellhound waited for about 10 minutes, before getting uneasy and trying to leave. Only to turn and spot Vox himself - without any security, without any assistance - standing behind him.
"Boo."
Miles jumped and backed into the wall.
"Shit! Uh... uhmmm.. Hi- hi Mr. Vox."
Suddenly, Vox's arm stretched out, and his hand rested on the brick wall beside Miles' head. He could feel the warmth from the other male's ear, and the other male in question had a faint glow on his cheek fur from Vox's fingers. He blushed, shocked.
"Suuuure. You didn't have any, uh.. intentions when you came here, right?"
"No?"
"Just stare through my damn windows like every other normal demon."
"Uh..."
Vox found it funny to tease a poor random dude like this, this was awesome.
"Look, I- I wasn't planning nun creepy, or murderous, I swear..."
"I believe that. You're too damn scrawny to do anything to me."
Miles cocks an eyebrow, eyeing up Vox's even more long and 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚢 complection.
"Says you."
Vox's smile falters for a second before returning.
"Yeah, w-well-"
"Bald ass."
"Huh?"
"Nothing. I just can't help but notice..."
Miles rips Vox's hat off.
"Bald! Bald! Bald!"
He laughs like a seagull before putting it back on crookedly, giggling.
Vox fixes it, embarrassed and confused. Is this nigga insane?
"Don't try me."
His voice grows staticy and poor-quality, screen glitching.
"And what if I do?"
They stare at eachother for a moment - Vox's gaze annoyed and challenged, Miles' teasing and giddy.
Vox growls at him.
"Oh my god alpha-"
That does it. Vox tries to grab Miles by the throat and slam him onto the ground, but the boy misunderstands (or maybe understands completely and just spins it his own way) and their lips connect instead.
A... weird connection, considering the flatness of Vox's mouth and Miles' snout, but they kiss. Vox's eyes bulge, shocked to all hell, but he doesn't protest. Infact he hesitantly rests his hands on the other's hips.
It's at first awkward and still, but soon they get real heated. Their tongues tangle together, both their mouths looking like a rave as Vox's long turqoise tongue glows brighter - and sounding like one, their groans acting as the bass of the song shaking the ground.
Miles takes Vox's leg and lifts it on his, warranting a stifled "uh" from the overlord. Even with that they slowly spin while making out due to their restlessness - constantly moving and shifting until they do a circle. They nearly fall off the fucking cliff before catching themselves and calming down. Miles coughs with a mighty rumble a few times due to the loss of breath. Vox is spaced the fuck out, eyes gone crossed, drooling. He eventually collects himself, shaking his TV head and gaining consciousness.
"Wow..."
He snickers.
"You aren't that bad of a fuckin' specimen, are ya?"
He looks the hellhound up and down.
"Say, I think I could let you stay with me a bit longer. Come with me."
Miles' ears perk up. He sees Vox backing away and walking towards the building again, and he huffs and happily follows along. He skips so joyfully, finally being able to come into such close contact with his idol.
Verrrryy close contact.