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Vox sighs as he returns home from a long day of meetings at the tower. He rolls his shoulders, grumbling to himself while he trudges into the kitchen for a bite to eat. To his surprise, he sees Alastor standing at the stove, ears perked, tail flicking, and humming a tune while meat sears on a pan.
“Al?” Vox questions, slipping in beside him. He looks curiously at his husband, nudging his arm when he goes unnoticed. “What’re you doing?”
Alastor lets out a shocked little bleat, pulling out his earplugs. He uses them to muffle the world and better tune into whatever radio station he pleases—allowing for music to broadcast right to his brain. “Oh, good! I knew you’d be home late, so your timing is perfect,” he smiles, grabbing a piece of meat between two claws. He holds it out for Vox to eat. “I’m making us a nice stew for supper! I found this sinner particularly delectable. It’ll make a good snack for a few days.”
Vox raises an eyebrow, taking a bite and gasping at the taste. “Whoa, holy shit, Al, this is fucking amazing! Perma-kill or temporary? Because, damn, we need to eat this fucker more.”
“Temporary!” Alastor beams, flicking his ear. “I already got them in a deal~ They get some power and some protection, and in return I get to kill them whenever I please! Quite a merciful deal for the miserable pig he is.”
Vox laughs, nodding in approval and hugging him tight. “I’m excited! Oh, we haven’t had a good meal sinner since ‘68!”
“Indeed,” Alastor smiles, taking Vox’s hands and moving into the position for a tango. Vox grins in return, and music bursts through the air as the radios and speakers in their house tune into the same song. Vox tugs them out of the kitchen and into a more open area. They begin to dance.
Vox breathes in through his gills, his fans reversing to take in air, before pushing it out. Alastor moves a hand to touch Vox’s side, feeling his exhale through the thin fabric of his dress shirt..
“Perv,” Vox snorts, hands sliding down his back, supporting Alastor by the ass as he lifts him in the air and spins him around.
“Who can blame me?! Your form is just so… delectable,” Alastor grins, eyes glowing redder in his amusement. He holds onto Vox’s shoulders, before sliding his hands down his arms, rubbing the muscles. And more importantly, the fat. His tail wags against Vox’s hands as he moves to his chest, rubbing against his pecs.
“Stop-“ Vox laughs, setting him down to pull his back to his chest. They sway slightly as the first song comes to the end. “If you want to feel me up, you’ve gotta earn it.”
“Let me guess, I know exactly how?” Alastor drawls, ears drooping contently as he turns around, shoving his hands up Vox’s shirt. He thumbs at his sensitive gills, pushing his screen into a kiss. The heat builds as the new song peaks, instruments coming together to reveal the full tune.
Vox groans against Alastor’s lips, holding his waist. “Ohhh.. I’m gonna fuck you so good-“
“Stew first, you degenerate,” Alastor grins, biting Vox’s digital lip and tracing his claws across his back, digging his nails into his flesh. “I’d hate for it to burn.”
“Fuck your stew,” Vox breathes out, and he picks Alastor up yet again, hugging his waist to keep him up high. Alastor hugs his legs around Vox’s torso, squeezing tight.
Vox takes in a deep breath, longer than possible for a human, and he lets it out slowly. “Fuuuuck you smell good,” he mumbles, nuzzling into his chest. “Can I brush your fur today?”
“That may be… an acceptable course of action,” Alastor murmurs, his tail twitching as he looks Vox over. His finger trails up his antenna, flicking the top of the longer one, admiring how it bounces. He leans in, swirling his tongue around the red ball. An ear twitches as he picks up Vox’s laughter.
“You’re very handsome, Vincent,” Alastor squeaks, biting one of the balls, rolling it around in his mouth to feel the frequencies it emitted.
Vox smiles, slowly rubbing Alastor’s thigh, even as he ceases the whirring of his fans to suppress his laughter. “Mm- Th- Thanks,” he stammers, getting goosebumps as Alastor’s tongue laps around a ball. “Ah- Fuck- Toddler-“
Alastor lets out a displeased grunt at the term, digging a socked hoof into his side. “Oh f- Ow ow ow- okay- sorry- not child-“ he yelps, huffing as he secures his hold. Alastor would be pissed if he was set down.
And so they stay there, holding one another.
Eventually, Alastor pulls his mouth off of his antenna, and he travels down, wrapping his legs around Vox’s waist. They’re eye to eye now, and Vox takes advantage of this, catching Alastor in a gentle kiss.
“Mmn, love you,” Vox whispers, steel claws rubbing up and down his back. “Beautiful, beautiful man.”
“I adore you as well,” Alastor coos in return, kissing him again and again. His tail wags excitedly at the kisses he peppered across Vox’s screen. “Let me check the stew! It should be done.”
“Perhaps it is,” Vox chuckles, finally setting him down. They linger anyway, kiss after kiss, no attempts made to go back into the kitchen that was mere feet away.
It takes them a minute, but finally Alastor pulls away and he goes to the stew, tasting a spoonful of his work.
“Oh my, this is a good recipe,” he murmurs to himself, grabbing a handful of different spices and seasonings, tossing them in methodically. “Almost perfect on its own!”
Vox hums in surprise, holding Alastor’s waist as he watches him work. “High praise! Must be fucking Heavenly if you like it without spices!”
Alastor just shrugs, offering Vox a spoon. And what that means is Alastor pushes the spoon against Vox’s screen, a soft ‘tink!’ as metal hits glass. Vox rolls his eyes, manifesting his mouth and taking a bite. He cusses, covering his mouth as his eyes widen. “Holy shit, that is good, wow! You found the perfect demon for the flavor profile!”
“That I did!” Alastor beams, his tail going into turbo mode as he turns around, fishing out some bowls from the cabinet. His permanent smile grows wider when Vox places down two wine glasses and an expensive bottle. “Oh my, good choice.”
“Aged well too,” Vox assures, popping open the bottle with a claw, pouring even amounts into each cup. Alastor shoos him away to go set the table to which he does. Vox sets out some spoons, their cups, and even some spare dinner rolls from the pantry.
Vox turns around for a mere moment, only to see Alastor’s shadow placing candles on the table. Vox pats its head with one hand and lights the candles with the other. A shadowy tentacle is summoned to dim the lights while he walks their bowls to the table.
And now, a romantic candle-lit dinner has been set for the two of them. They take their seat at each end of the table. It wasn’t large. It was just the perfect size for the both of them.
“It’s been two years since we’ve done this,” Vox murmurs, grabbing Alastor’s hand from across the table. He gives it a gentle squeeze. “We should do it more often.”
“That I agree,” Alastor nods, humming pleasantly after taking a sip of his wine. “Je t’aime, mon mari.”
“I love you too, mein liebe,” Vox grins, pressing a kiss to his knuckles before he begins to eat.
What a good day this had turned out to be.