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Attention all Sinners, if you consider yourself brave enough, you may approach. Though pick your next words carefully and remember, this is all just entertainment!
[Anything goes here, it is hell. However, if you have personal limits, please let me know! I will do my best to mind them. Like for a starter (may be one sentence if I don't know how to approach yet).]
Starters: Nearing Air
You only played me, because I let you, Vox thinks. Because my guard was down. Charlie is blinded by her naivety. I wish I knew what my problem is.
Alastor's right. Vox isn't able to miss a single word that Radio demon tells him. He listens on, even when Alastor's words do nothing but annoy him.
"My name is Vox," he reminds Alastor again through clenched teeth, and growls, as a tendril grabs his own wrist, squeezing it until he lets go.
And then all of the words he gathered for the response - about himself, about his partners, about his achievements - dissolve, as Alastor kisses his wrist.
Error.
Alastor's lips against his skin.
Impossible.
Error. Error. Error.
Vox glitches out so hard for a few seconds that Alastor gets slightly electrocuted by the thin lightnings coming out of TV overlord's body.
No. No. No. It must be a mistake. A joke. Maybe Alastor was meaning to gnaw his hand off.
You owned me far before this incident.
Alastor allows Vox to touch him: bare palm next to skin, sharp claws around the neck.
"Oh fuck," Vox says before he can stop himself, as the static comes all over his screen.
He understands now what his problem is around Alastor. Now, after Valentino taught him a little something about who and what Vox can like, he is much more aware about his own feelings and desires.
And the yearning he feels right now almost short circuits him.
Vox grabs Alastor by the throat, pushed by rage and sudden fear and something else that he refuses to name.
"What game are you playing now?" he hisses into Alastor's face, hoping that his anger hides his confusion well enough. However, despite the forceful hold, Vox's claws haven't pierced Radio demon's skin yet, just digging into it like a silent threat.
There was feedback on the radio as well as giving a blow, his lips giving that uncomfortable looking crick as he tried to sneer and couldn’t due to his unseen stitches. “Your name is Vincent. I am not one of those mindless drones and pions to use the name only befitting of those who don’t know you.” How dare the other try to lump Alastor in with the general public! Alastor knew him damn it! He meant more than anyone else!
He still remembered meeting the other down here, the first Sinner unafraid to approach Alastor despite knowing who he was. It was the first time Alastor had felt respect for anyone outside of his mother in his whole existence. It had been baffling and exciting which is what honestly saved Vox that day. Did this idiot think Alastor made a habit back in the day to get drinks with just anybody?!
He was insulted by the thought.
The anger was soothed though seeing Vox glitch at just a simple kiss. One to the hand, yet one that did convey Alastor’s feelings seemingly well. A simple gesture to show what Alastor often had a hard time saying, yet left space for plausible deniability depending on how the other reacted.
He feels the electricity go through him and his breath does hitch before he evens it out again. He does let out a slight chuckle at Vox’s screen glitching out, but otherwise doesn’t move or say anything, just allowing Vox to rest his hand on his neck—much more pleasant than the shoulder if you ask him.
It felt...intimate and relaxing. Alastor knew his neck couldn’t break, bones were a suggestion to this form, but the thought was still there. The thought that Vox could just snap his neck if he wanted, yet he barely had his hand on it.
Even when that changed and Vox’s grip tightened, Alastor didn’t panic, quite the opposite.
There was a rare excitement blooming.
“Oh~” He sung as if presented a luxury gift by an admirer, closing his eyes to relish the feelings, commit it to memory. “Game?” He asked, opening his eyes again before humming. “Not one involving you. I must admit, you coming by my place is a complete surprise, my dear.” He responded calmly.
“You’re free to leave anytime, but I’m quite enjoying this so I will be cross.” The Radio Overlord warned before doing something he hadn’t done since he rejected Vox’s offer all those years ago, he lets their radio-waves intermingle. He closes his eyes again with a slight shiver, enjoying the fuzzy feeling that came from them overlapping each other. ‘I am just enjoying this moment, Vincent. I wasn’t sure you’d come back to me this time.’ He admitted in the language only they could hear and speak through.
Long before cellphones, it was how the two kept in touch on the rare chance they weren’t at each other’s side back in the day. They were even able to send images to one another that way. It was why Alastor had wiped out anyone with a similar power except this one, Vincent, his.
Who needed a cell phone anyone could use when they had something so much better?
Happy New Year 🌙 2025 took a lot out of me creatively. But these last weeks, drawing, finding myself in the fandom again, the enthusiasm brought it all back. The spark is there again. Thank you for helping me find it. 🖤
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