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“I know you’re supposed to be a big scary Wendigo, and all.” Vox started, breaking the peaceful atmosphere between him and the radio demon. Currently they were on Vox’s sofa in his penthouse, Alastor laying with his head in Vox’s lap and enjoying the light scratches Vox was giving his ears. Or he had been, before Vox opened his big mouth. The light jazz that had been playing from nowhere came to an abrupt halt. Alastor’s ears twitched in annoyance when Vox stopped rubbing them.
“Supposed to be?” Alastor looked up through narrowed eyes, a staticky filter over his voice.
“Are, you are, of course.” Vox frantically amended, seeing the glint of sharp teeth Alastor was bearing at him. He resumed his petting quickly. “But you gotta admit, when you’re in your normal form, your deer attributes are pretty cute.”
“Oh?”
If Vox wasn’t as much of a simp he might’ve heeded the warning in Alastor’s tone. Instead, he continued on, never one to turn down an invitation to gush about the other. “I mean, your soft fuzzy ears you can’t fully control” Vox spoke fondly, idly scratching in a spot he knew Alastor couldn’t resist, eliciting a pleased hum from the deer despite himself. “Your tiny cute antlers make you look absolutely precious, and that sweet little tail you hide away certainly-”
Vox suddenly found himself unable to speak, quite literally. Alastor sat up from his lap, grinning cruelly at the now annoyed TV.
“Your attributes make me rather fond of you as well, love.” He laughed at the mute sign covering Vox’s mouth.
A grumpy Vox glared back at him. Subtitles filtered across the bottom of his screen. “I gave you that remote as a sign of trust you asshole.”
“And I let you play with my tail as a sign of trust, seems like we were both fools, no?” Alastor said with no real heat behind it.
The two glared in standoff, just long enough for Alastor to consider unmuting Vox when the other lunged.
He pounced onto his prey, catching Alastor so off guard he couldn’t help the nervous little grunt he made or the way his ears folded down and his tail shot fully up and alert (for a fucking herd that didn’t exist, one day he’d finally cut that monstrosity off).
Vox grinned victoriously, easily flipping the wide-eyed deer beneath him so he could tug and play with that oh so adorable tail he loved. Just because he was muted doesn’t mean both of them had to be silent, he figured.
Alastor allowed it for a minute, rolling his eyes and thankful he couldn’t see whatever nonsense Vox was surely spewing across his screen instead of his usual very vocal tirade. He really should mute the other more often. Still, he indulged the TV, giving in to the little moans and sighs he felt compelled to make, even letting his tail wag as it pleased when he usually tried (and admittedly failed) to control it.
Thinking he’d be rewarded for his polite behavior somehow, it wasn’t until Vox yanked particularly hard on both his tail and ears that Alastor suddenly switched their positions, patience having run out. It seemed Vox needed a reminder of who he was truly playing with.
Vox felt himself slam into the sofa with a jolt hard enough to make his screen glitch briefly. Radio static flooded his senses and the interference from that alone was enough to make him dizzy. Sharp claws sunk into his shoulders as Alastor loomed above him, antlers wide and teeth bared in a painful looking grin. Radio dials overtook his eyes as he cracked his elongated neck, looking for all the world like he was about to devour Vox. Right. Wendigo.
Alastor lunged, stopping his teeth an inch away from Vox’s delicate and exposed wiring at his throat, causing the other to flinch. “You know,” He spoke roughly, static warping his voice into something truly sinister, “I really do wonder what would happen if we tore some of these out.” He laughed darkly and for a second Vox thought he was actually going to find out when instead he was met with a simple kiss to his throat.
“Perhaps an idea for another day though.” Alastor said cheerfully, back in his normal form and sitting up with a wide grin, enjoying the shaky dazed look his partner beneath him had.
Unmuting Vox, he nuzzled the others neck again, careful of his antlers as he showed his affection.
Beneath him, Vox let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding (not that he even needed to breathe).
“You’re one fucking creepy-ass cryptid, you know that right?” He spoke with resignation, begrudgingly arching his neck and exposing it more to allow the other to scent properly.
“Mm, and that is why you love me, my dear.” Alastor spoke happily, still licking and nipping lightly at his partner’s wires, careful not to apply too much pressure.
“Yeah, I guess.” Vox sighed, relaxing into the touch and letting the moment end in peace.
“Your tail is still the fucking cutest thing ever though.”
Both deer and TV felt a light shock when Alastor bit down hard enough to cut through one of the wires. It was fine, though. They both knew it wasn’t one of the important ones anyways.