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“Al, you’re gonna be late, darlin!”

“Thank you, Rosie dear, but I have plenty of time.”

Alastor called back to his dear friend as he straightened, looking at himself in the mirror. He ran a hand through his hair, watching as his curls bounced right back to the same place. They never seemed to behave. He sighed, adjusting his glasses. It would just have to do.

As he left the bathroom, he was almost immediately snatched by a pair of hands and was face to face with his dear friends’ piercing blue eyes.

“Goodness, Rosie, you gave me a start!”

“Sorry, darlin, just had to get a look atcha before ya left!” She beamed, smoothing out his clothing. “So cute, lovin the red shirt with the black jacket and vest set. Red suits ya. But ain’t blue more the company’s thing?”

“Yes, but it isn’t mine.”

“Fair enough. Have a great first day, alright?”

“I will, Rosie. Thank you.” He leaned up to peck her cheek before he grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

While Rosie could be a little intense with him, he couldn’t help but smile. She reminded him so much of his mother. Plus she had done so much to help him settle after he moved that letting her be a little overbearing was the least he could do. What he was most grateful for was that her apartment, which she was allowing him to stay at for the time being, was within walking distance to his new job.

Voxtek.

Why would he of all people decide to work for a tech company? He had no idea. But it paid well and it was close by. It was the most entry level reception job he could find, and he was a very fast typer, well accustomed to desk jobs. It worked just fine.

Although, as he approached the tall, modern looking building he was starting to regret his decision. Nevertheless, he pushed one of the large glass doors open and walked into the rather expansive lobby. Expansive and cold. Sleek and modern, white tile floors and walls that were a shade of blue that looked more gray with the fluorescent lighting. At least there was enough natural light to mostly combat the harsh bulbs, with one of the walls made entirely of windows.

Alastor approached the reception desk, where he saw three ladies sitting at their computers, two typing away, one on the phone. The one on the end closest to him raised her head as he approached, looking bored as she chewed, or more so smacked, her gum. Her hair was teased to high heaven and she looked like she came straight out of a magazine, and not necessarily a good one.

“You’re the new employee right?” She asked flatly.

“Yes.”

“My names Felicity. I’ll be training you for a while.”

“Wonderful.” Alastor replied simply, clenching his jaw through his smile. Her voice was already getting on his nerves, not to mention her chewing.

“Follow me,” She continued as she stood from the desk. He did as he was told, following her behind the desk and down a hall to a small office. “You’re gonna watch a training video first. Come back out when you’re done. It’s all set up, just press play.”

Alastor nodded, stepping into the office. There was only a monitor screen and a mouse on the desk. He took a seat, clicking on the mouse. A video immediately popped up. A classic cringy, annoying introductory video. He managed to mute the video, which made the experience significantly better.

After what he swore was an hour, which only ended up being a half, he finally stood and left the claustrophobic office, returning to the reception desk. Where he was promptly sat down and forced to watch Felicity work for the rest of the day, which he found immensely frustrating. At least he was getting paid, though he already wanted to quit.

The next day, he was finally allowed on the computer. He was only answering emails, but he was quick about it, enough that Felicity seemed surprised. He hadn’t even realized she had left the desk until she returned, and he was halfway through his last email when she spoke.

“Mr. Vox has an important meeting soon. I’m busy, so you need to go get coffee. Here’s the orders. Don’t mess it up.” She said, practically slamming the paper, and what looked like a company card, onto the desk. Alastor, reluctantly, stood from the desk, picking up the paper. There were 8 coffee orders with names written next to them, and the name of the cafe at the top. He merely nodded, tucking the card into his pocket and heading for the door. It was easy to find the cafe. What wasn’t easy? Carrying two drink carriers full of coffee down a busy sidewalk all the way back. He was just grateful he didn’t spill. And as soon as he returned, they were snatched from him by Felicity.

“Mr. Vox is used to me bringing it in, so I have to do it.” She said in an annoyingly superior tone before she turned on her heel and started down the hall.

It continued like this for a little over a week. Alastor would come in, type and send emails or make calls, go fetch coffee, and type some more. It wasn’t horrible, but it wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

He had just returned from another coffee run, but he couldn’t find Felicity anywhere.

“Debra, have you seen Felicity?”

“I haven’t, honey. You can just take those in yourself. Down the hall there’s an elevator. Tenth floor. turn left. Biggest conference room. You’ll know it when you see it.”

“Thank you.”

Alastor stepped down the hall, glancing around. Still no sign of Felicity. Oh well. He stepped onto the elevator, and as soon as the doors reopened he stepped out and turned left.

He paused as he saw the, indeed very large, conference room. He carefully adjusted the drinks on his arm, and knocked.

“Come in.”

Alastor pushed open the door, facing the 8 or so men inside with a smile. His eyes were immediately drawn to the man at the head of the table. He had never actually seen Vox, besides in advertisements. He was tall and lean, with black hair combed back and wearing a fitted blue suit. His heterochromatic eyes seeming to pierce Alastor as he stepped in, and he noted the scar over the blue one. He only met his boss with a calm smile.

Vox raised his eyes from his computer as an employee he didn’t recognize walked in.

Thin and tall, though shorter than Vox. Curly black hair and bright amber eyes behind gold frames. In a red button up and black vest, which looked beautiful against his dark skin. Vox was starstruck the moment he saw him.

“I apologize for the interruption, Mister Vox.” Alastor spoke, as he set the coffees down, placing them in front of their respective recipients. As he stood he pushed a curl behind his ear, picking up the drink carriers and smiling once more at Vox before he excused himself and left the room. He didn’t hear the chatter as the door shut.

“Damn, Vox, who was that?”

“I.. don’t know, probably one of the new employees. Never seen him before.”

“Don’t know where you’ve been hiding him. Pretty thing like that should be on your arm, not fetching coffee, don’t you think?”

“Can we get back to business?”

As soon as he returned to the reception desk, he was met with a smack from a magazine, courtesy of Felicity.

“Ow..”

“What are you playing at? I told you interns can’t bring the coffee!”

“I am not an intern, I am an employee. You weren’t here, everyone was busy, and the cafe already took so long I didn’t want to wait for you to show up.”

“You’re an idiot, you know that? I bet Mr. Vox will fire you as soon as he’s done.”

“It is just coffee, Felicity, calm down.”

She scoffed, moving to one of the other receptionists and sitting on the desk to gossip with them.

About twenty minutes later, a call came through from upstairs. Before he could even react, Felicity grabbed the phone. Her expression turned to more of a shit eating grin as she listened to the caller, saying a simple “Yes, sir.” Before hanging up.

“He wants to see you in his office.” She said with that stupid smirk. “Good luck.”

Alastor resisted the urge to roll his eyes as he stood and made his way back to the elevator, going to the top floor this time.

When he exited the elevator, he paused to look out the windows lining the long hall? tensing a bit at the height. He had never been much of a fan of heights.

Nevertheless, he continued forward until he reached the office door. He knocked, the same voice as before granting entry.

“Ah, hello there, you must be Alastor!” Vox greeted in a pleasant tone.

“Yes, sir.” Alastor responded as he stepped into the room.

“Wonderful, come, have a seat.” Vox continued, gesturing to one of the comfortable looking leather chairs in front of the desk. Alastor obliged, crossing his legs and clasping his hands in his lap.

“I realized today that we hadn’t met before. It was a surprise to see you.”

“Hopefully not a bad one.” Alastor responded with an almost cheeky smile.

“No, not at all.” Vox replied with a small chuckle. “I just wasn’t expecting someone new.”

Alastor nodded. “I assumed so. For the last week and a half I’ve been here, Felicity has insisted on bringing the coffee in. However, she was missing today, and the cafe was already running late. I didn’t want to make you wait much longer.”

“I see, how kind of you.” Vox smiled. “The last week and a half you say?”

Alastor nodded.

“That’s odd. Normally she sends me reports on new employees.” Vox said thoughtfully, turning to his computer, seemingly clicking through emails to search.

Alastor watched him for a moment, before he spoke again.” May I be completely honest with you, sir?” He said carefully, sitting up in his chair. This caught Vox’s attention, and he turned back to him. Alastor was sure he’d never get used to those piercing eyes. It was like Vox was trying to read his very soul.

“Please do.”

Alastor leaned even more forward, lowering his voice despite there being no chance of being overheard. “I don’t think she likes me very much. In fact, I’m certain she doesn’t. Perhaps she was pretending I simply don’t exist.”

His boss nodded, meeting him with another smile. “Thank you for telling me. I’ll have to have a discussion with her.” Vox sat back in his chair. “Well, that’s all the business I wanted to discuss.”

Alastor nodded, rising from his chair and stepping towards the door.

“Oh, and Alastor?”

“Yes, sir?” He paused and turned back.

“Make sure to bring the coffee in tomorrow too.” Vox instructed with an unreadable smirk.

Alastor felt a pang of curiosity, and smiled in return. “Yes, sir.” He echoed, before leaving the office.

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When Alastor returned to the desk, Felicity initially looked triumphant, before he took his seat once more and her expression dropped. The phone rang once more, and she rushed to answer it. Her dissatisfaction turned to annoyance as she hung up, and she hopped off the desk, brushing past him as she started down the hall. Unfortunately, Alastor’s day was over before she returned, but he left in good spirits, hoping Vox would take his side.

And it seemed he had, as the next day she wasn’t in her usual spot at the desk.

“Debra, where’s Felicity?”

“Apparently she was moved to customer complaints. Answering calls and stuff. She was all torn up about it.”

He tried to conceal his smile as he took his seat. “How unfortunate.”

“Listen, kid.” Debra turned, looking at him pointedly. “You’re making waves. My advice? Don’t. You wanna do enough they can’t replace you, but not too much they put everything on you. Stay on his good side, but don’t be too much.”

Alastor’s brow raised. “Thanks for your advice.” He said simply before he turned to his computer.

Alastor fell into a new routine for the next few weeks. He would come in, do his work, fetch coffee for Vox; sometimes for him whoever he was meeting with, sometimes just for him, then more work and then home. It was quite a surprise to him when one day Vox stopped him as he was leaving.

“Alastor, I have a request.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I have a meeting today to come up with some new ideas for a product. Usually we have someone jot them down for us. Unfortunately, they recently left. Would you be interested in filling the position for today? I heard you’re a speedy typer.”

Alastor’s head tilted as he listened, and he nodded. “I would be happy to assist.”

“Great. We’ll be in the conference room at 2. Don’t be late.”

“Of course, sir.”

Vox was an idiot.

That wasn’t much of a secret. But especially now. Trying to get close to Alastor, spending time with him. It was wrong, but he wanted him. Alastor was his employee, was half his age, but god. He wanted him. The more time he spent with him, the worse it got.

Life continued like this for a while for Alastor. His usual job, fetching coffee, Vox giving him odd jobs, a lot of which primarily included spending more time with him alone. Alastor felt more like Vox’s assistant than a receptionist, so  wasn’t much of a surprise to him when Vox did offer him a job as his assistant. What was surprising, was that it meant he was almost constantly with Vox. In meetings, chatting in his office, doing errands, going to events. It was honestly.. nice. Vox felt less like an imposing figure and more just like a real person. Especially when he would ask Alastor for his opinion on new suits, even though they always looked perfect on him.

Alastor even started to become less careful with his words, as Vox always enjoyed his humor and bluntness. It was more casual between them, though Alastor still hadn’t gotten used to that gaze Vox always met him with. It was like he was analyzing and memorizing Alastor all at once, and there was something else he couldn’t put his finger on. All he knew is it made him want to squirm.

When Vox asked Alastor to join him during another event, he was quick to agree. He was used to it now; standing quietly by Vox’s side or off to the side while his boss talked and joked with the other guests. People constantly fawning over Vox (and though Alastor would never behave like that himself, he understood the urge.) This party started no different. Vox in a blue and white suit, sitting on a couch with a few other guests next to him and in other chairs nearby, talking and drinking. Alastor in a red and black fitted suit, near the wall a little ways away. He was almost zoning out, listening to the music echoing around the room, occasionally checking his watch: Vic had asked him to keep an eye, as they would leave at 11:30. This continued until someone approached him.

“Hey there. You’re one of Vox’s goons, arent you?”

Alastor turned, seeing a man he didn’t recognize. “That’s one way to put it.” He joked in return.

“Heard you’ve been getting close with him recently. Be careful. That type of man will use you and throw you away.”

Alastor opened his mouth to respond, but paused as he heard his name.

“Hey Alastor!” Vox called. “Come here for a sec!”

“Excuse me.” Alastor said to the main before he turned and made his way to Vox, who pulled Alastor to sit down next to him.

“There you go. You know, I was just telling them: Best assistant i’ve ever had. Truly.”

Alastor swore his face became warm, and he smiled sheepishly. Vox only continued to praise him, arm around Alastor’s shoulders. He could tell his boss was getting drunk, words starting to slur slightly. He was honestly grateful when the conversation turned from him to something else. And even when Vox was pulled away to speak with someone about “something important”, Alastor was encouraged to remain sitting and talk with the guests still there. He became so distracted, the next time he checked his watch he was surprised to see it read 11:20.

“Oh dear. Does anyone know where Mister Vox went?” The guests merely shrugged. Alastor sighed as he excused himself and stood, starting to search for his boss. He went through room after room until finally, he pushed open an office door and found-

Vox. Making out with a tall man in a red coat. He recognized him as one of Vox’s parters, a man named Valentino. Though, almost immediately, Vox pushed him off, straightening his jacket.

“I- oh dear- I apologize for the intrusion-“ Alastor started.

“Alastor- no need to apologize. We got.. sidetracked.”

“Right.. It’s nearly 11:30 sir.. i figured you’d want me to come fetch you.”

“Yes, yes of course. We should.. yes we should go.”

Vox was certainly drunk, more so than Alastor anticipated. He was slurring his words, stumbling slightly as he brushed past Alastor in the doorway. Al paused and glanced at the man in the room before he followed Vox back through the party and out to the car, where a driver was waiting for them. Vox practically fell into the back seat, and Alastor climbed it after him.

It was quiet as they were driven, Vox scrolling his phone and Alastor looking out the window as still lit businesses sped past. He only sat up when they approached a tall apartment building, which seemed to be Vox’s home. At least, the penthouse was.

Alastor climbed out, and Vox followed him, the latter immediately heading toward the door, while Alastor stayed back to speak to the driver.

“Thank you. Don’t worry about me, I’ll call a cab home. Have a good night.”

Then he turned and followed Vox up the stairs. They were buzzed into the building and Alastor led Vox, who was now leaning heavily on his shorter employee, to the elevator.

“Mister Vox, where are your keys?”

Alastor received only a mumble in reply.

“Mister Vox.. Sir. I need your keys.”

Vox groaned and reached into one of his pockets, pulling out a set of keys. Alastor was a little amused to find a shark keychain with it.

“Thank you.”

Alastor turned the key in the elevator, and Vox stumbled when it started moving. When the doors opened, Alastor opened the secondary door behind them, and led Vox into the expansive penthouse. He had to pause for a moment, eyes running over the large space. Sleek, modern, massive, with one wall made entirely of windows, looking over the city. Alastor swore his knees went weak at the height. Nevertheless, he guided Vox to the couch, where he immediately plopped down with a groan. Vox pried his tie and jacket off, followed by his vest, all of which unceremoniously landed on the floor.

Alastor sighed, turning and disappearing into the kitchen, searching the cabinets before he found a glass and filled it with water.

Returning to Vox, whose eyes were already closed, he had to tap his shoulder.

“Mister Vox.”

A groan.

“Mister Vox, come on. It’s just water. You’re wasted, you need to drink.”

Vox, though he rolled his eyes, sat up and took the glass in shaking hands, downing it before returning it to Alastor and laying back down across the couch.

“Thank you.”

He set the glass down on the coffee table and stood, going to return to the kitchen when Vox suddenly grabbed his wrist. He turned, eyes wide.

“Mister Vox?”

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Alastor almost yelped as he was suddenly pulled down and on top of Vox. He was practically straddling him, and Vox immediately wrapped an arm around his waist.

“Mister Vox-“

“Just Vox.. no mister.. Just.. Vox.”

Alastor paused. “Vox.. You’re wasted, I need to go-“

He paused again as Vox suddenly cupped his face. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?”

“Vox.. You’re very very drunk..”

“You’re still very very beautiful.”

Alastor almost laughed, shaking his head, but he froze once more when the hand on his waist started to creep lower and the hand holding his jaw started to pull him in.

He wanted to. Oh how he wanted to give into those large, warm hands around him. But Vox was his boss, and most importantly.. he was completely wasted.

“Vox.. Vox.” Alastor said sternly, pushing on his chest. “Not now. Not like this. You’re drunk.”

Alastor swore Vox pouted, but he let him go. He sat up, taking a breath and running a hand through his hair before he climbed off of Vox and the couch.

“Come on.. you’ll be sore tomorrow from sleeping on the couch. Let’s get you to bed.”

Vox groaned once more, but sat up and allowed Alastor to pull him up and lead him to his bedroom. Vox had done most of his own undressing for him, but Alastor removed his belt and shoes so he’d be more comfortable, and guided him to lay down. When Vox grabbed his arm again, Alastor turned. But this time, he only gently tugged, as if asking Alastor to lay with him. He checked his watch, sighed, and removed his coat and vest, setting them on a nearby chair and his glasses on the bedside table before climbing into bed with Vox, whose arms immediately circled him. As much as Alastor didn’t want to admit it, it was comfortable, comforting. Vox was out almost immediately, while Alastor stayed awake for an hour longer before he drifted off.

When Vox awoke, it was too a pounding headache and aching stomach. He groaned, turning over and reaching for the warm body that had been there last night, only to find the bed absent besides himself. He reluctantly opened his eyes, seeing that the bed was indeed empty. He groaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, untangling himself from the mess of sheets and blankets. Had he imagined Alastor with him last night? He swore he hadn’t..

As he went to stand, his eyes were caught by a familiar red jacket and vest on his chair, and then his attention immediately drifted to the smell of food wafting in from the kitchen. With a smile, Vox got to his feet, holding his aching head, and stepped out into the living area.

In the kitchen, he saw Alastor himself seemingly finishing up cooking something on the stove. As though he felt Vox’s eyes on him, he turned, meeting him with a warm smile. “Good morning. I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of cooking breakfast. I figured you’d have a raging headache, so there’s water and aspirin on the table, and I already plated some food for you.”

Vox blinked, looking at the table, where he as indeed met with a plate of delicious looking food, a glass of water and two tablets.

“I.. thank you..” Vox murmured, making his way to the table and sitting down. He was almost hesitant as he grabbed a fork, but as soon as he took a bite, he practically melted. He heard a quiet laugh from Alastor, and he turned to look at him sheepishly.

“Is it good?” Alastor asked, looking thoroughly amused.

“It’s delicious. I haven’t had.. an actually cooked here meal in a while. I’m a fucking terrible cook, so I usually order take out..”

Alastor’s smile softened. “I’m glad you enjoy it.” He turned, putting the rest of the food in a container before moving the dishes to the sink and rolling his sleeves up.

“You can leave those, I can handle them.”

“It’s no problem. I made the mess, I can clean it up.”

Vox nodded, and it was quiet between them as he ate and Alastor cleaned. After a moments hesitation, Vox finally spoke up.

“Al, did we-“

“No.” Alastor cut him off.

He nodded once more, looking over at his employee as he spoke again. “I refuse to engage in that sort of thing when someone is drunk or even tipsy and you were.. wasted. I didn’t want to risk you waking up and realizing you did something you regretted.”

“I wouldn’t have.”

“You might have.”

“I wouldn’t. I know I wouldn’t.. I’m still thinking about it, honestly.”

Alastor froze, and Vox swore his cheeks flushed.

“Now, you’re sober. That’s different. Now.. I wouldn’t be opposed.” His voice drifted out and Vox definitely saw flushed cheeks this time. He turned his attention back to his food, but he couldn’t stop thinking about that. Would last night have gone differently if he wasn’t drunk?

Vox looked up as Alastor sat down in the chair across from him.

“Are you going to eat?”

“I’m not that hungry..” Alastor replied, giving him a small smile.

Vox only nodded, and it didn’t take long for him to finish his plate. He sat back, looking at Alastor, whose eyes were fixed on the windows behind Vox, looking at the city below them.

“I want to.. apologize for last night. It wasn’t fair for me to put you in the position to find me.. like that, with.. You’re right, I was drunk, and I got out of hand. I.. Want you to know I wasn’t.. I didn’t do that to you just because I wanted to fuck someone I was interrupted. I-“

“I understand, Vox. You don’t have to explain. It must be hard, constantly being in the public eye: every relationship scrutinized.” Alastor replied, eyes still fixed just behind Vox, who nodded and went quiet again.

“Are you finished or would you like more?” Alastor asked, suddenly grabbing Vox’s empty plate and standing.

“I’m good, thank you..” He replied, watching as Alastor again returned to the kitchen.

Alastor wasn’t sure how much he could take. His heart was pounding. He felt Vox’s eyes on him, even as he rinsed the plate. He heard the chair shift, and felt Vox’s presence as he approached Alastor from behind. Suddenly, he was bracketed against the counter, Vox’s arms on the counter on either side of him. Alastor set down the plate, gripping the counter himself as he felt Vox press his front against his back. A shiver ran down his spine as he felt his breath against his neck, then delicate lips. It was like Vox was testing the waters, seeing if Alastor would reciprocate his advances, if he was willing, just as wanting as him.

Alastor was. He tilted his head back, letting it fall against Vox’s shoulder as teeth grazed his skin. He felt a hand slip under his shirt and his eyes closed as it ran along his abdomen.

Alastor jolted when he heard the sudden sound of a phone ringing from somewhere near by. Vox froze and let out a frustrated groan. “Shit.. that’s mine. Hold on.”

Alastor was left gripping the counter with weak knees as Vox went to search for his phone, finding it in his abandoned coat pocket.

“This better be important.”

“Vox, you fucking idiot, did you forget about the investor meeting today?” He heard the voice of one of his partners, Velvette, on the other line. “Where the fuck are you? Don’t tell me you just woke up!”

“Shit.. shit shit shit, fuck, are they already there?”

“No, but you only got like 15 minutes before they do so move your ass now!”

“God damnit!”

“Is everything alright?” Alastor asked as he watched Vox practically toss his phone onto the couch.

“We need to go. Now. I have a really important meeting i fucking forgot about like a god damned idiot.” Vox said, immediately rushing into his room.

Alastor sighed, moving to put on his shoes, hearing Vox panic as he got dressed the other room.

“Why aren’t you dressed?”

Alastor looked up as Vox re-entered the room in a soft looking navy suit, messily fixing a tie around his neck.

“What?”

“I need you there too, Alastor, come on, get dressed!”

“Vox, my clothing from last night suits a party, not a meeting.”

“We won’t have time to stop.. damn. Just wear one of my suits.”

“What?” Alastor echoed, blinking up at him.

Vox huffed, disappearing into his room and returning with a blue vest and black jacket and tie. He handed them to Alastor, who stayed frozen for a moment before he carefully slipped on the vest and jacket. They were comfortable, if a little oversized on him, and smelled like Vox’s cologne.

He looked up as Vox returned to him; he paused and his eyes raked over Alastor before he smirked. “Fuck, it’s hot seeing you in my clothes~ now come on.”

Alastor couldn’t help but laugh as he stood, fixing his tie as he followed Vox into the elevator.

When they finally arrived at work, they both rushed in, and Alastor could feel quite a few eyes on him. He was sure it was because he was wearing blue and not red for once, and also that he walked in with Vox instead of separate.

He only had a moment to breathe when they walked into the conference room, where the  investors and Vox’s two partners were already sitting and waiting.

“Gentlemen, so sorry for the delay. Let’s get right to business, shall we?”

Alastor took in a breath as he finally sat down, pulling out his laptop. Glancing over the screen, he saw Valentino, who he recognized from last night, staring at him before his attention turned to Vox.

When the meeting was finally over, Alastor followed Vox up to his office. He had just set his bag down and turned to Vox when he was pulled into a heated kiss. He quickly wrapped his arms around Vox’s neck as he was guided backwards to the desk and pushed against it. When he felt Vox tugging on his tie, he gently pushed against his chest again.

“Mm Vox- Vox, not here.”

He heard Vox groan, and despite Alastor’s words, he felt lips on his neck.

“Vox, I don’t want my first time, with you” he added quickly, “to be on a desk.”

Vox sighed, pulling back slightly and looking at Alastor. “Fine.. Come home with me tonight then?”

He smiled. “I can do that.”

Vox grinned. “Good~”

And before Alastor could ignore his own words and pull him back, Vox let go of him and moved around to sit at the desk. He let out a breath before he sat down as well, though he was sure he couldn’t get any work done now.

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Alastor was very grateful when they finally left the building and returned to Vox’s car. The drive to the penthouse felt a lot longer now, but he was glad when they arrived. It was quiet between them as they were buzzed in, walked into the elevator and eventually walked into the penthouse. Alastor set his bag down on the couch and had just removed the suit coat, Vox’s suit coat, when he felt arms wrap around him again.

He leaned back against Vox’s chest as he felt lips and teeth against his neck again, working on the vest now, which he laid on top of the coat on the couch. Vox helped him with his button up, carefully and quickly undoing them, though he was certain Vox accidentally popped off at least one.

He turned around to face Vox now, and was immediately pulled into a kiss. It started more gentle than the one in the office, and then quickly turned more heated, teeth and tongues. When they broke apart, Vox grabbed his hand and led him into the bedroom. Alastor stumbled backward, landing on the bed and scooting back against the pillows, fully removing his shirt as Vox followed and hovered over him, removing his own coat and tie.

Again, he attacked Alastor’s neck, and he was sure he would be covered in marks tomorrow.

“Al,” Vox spoke in between bites and kisses, moving down Alastor’s chest. “You said ‘first time’,” He looked up as he continued. “You added it being with me. What did you mean?”

Alastor’s face flushed. “Let’s say.. first time with a man.. that’s more accurate.” He admitted quietly.

Vox blinked, and then grinned. “Don’t worry. I’ll be gentle~” He leaned up, reaching into the beside table. “Until you don’t want me to be~” He added, whispering against Alastor’s ear as he grabbed a bottle of lube, feeling him shudder under him.

He sat up, moving between Alastor’s legs and undoing his trousers and sliding them off.

“Lift your hips, there, good.”

Even though the praise was small, it made Alastor shiver again. Especially since right after, those eyes dragged along his body, as if taking in every line and curve, every scar that wracked his skin. He felt like squirming under the intense gaze. He shuddered when Vox started running his hands along his thighs, so gently over the scarred skin. Alastor let his eyes closed as he leaned back into the pillows, just feeling. Because he wasn’t watching, he jolted when he felt a hand wrap around his cock and start stroking. He heard Vox chuckle, which made him huff and open his eyes.

Vox looked like he wanted to devour Alastor. Wanted to eat him whole and leave nothing in his wake. Just his expression made him shudder, and he laid his head back again, biting back groans.

It was only when he heard the sound of a bottle opening that he raised his head again.

“It’ll be uncomfortable at first.” Vox warned as he poured the lube onto his fingers. Alastor only nodded, squirming as Vox lifted his legs to settle between them, moving even closer. He watched as his fingers lowered, and he tried not to tense as he felt a finger slowly push into him. Vox was right, it was uncomfortable. He did his best to relax, and it wasn’t long before he added a second finger. Vox leaned down, kissing along Alastor’s chest, trying to encourage him to relax. When he did, Vox started to curl his fingers, as if searching for something. And he found it.

Alastor jolted, slapping a hand over his mouth as he felt a shock of pleasure run through him. Vox smirked, curling his fingers again, making Alastor shudder and squirm, muffling himself against his hand.

“Come on, Al~ I wanna hear you. Show me how good you feel~” Vox encouraged, and Alastor slowly, hesitantly lowered his hand.

When Vox pressed against his prostate, without anything to muffle himself, he let out a sweet moan, letting his head fall back again.

“That’s it~ good~” Vox praised, and Alastor nearly whined. It was all so overwhelming for him, but in a good way.

Vox soon slipped his fingers out, and Alastor raised his head, watching Vox undo his trousers. He became nervous again, squirming as Vox rubbed lube onto his cock. He couldn’t believe that thing was going inside him.

“Just relax~” Vox urged gently as he lined himself up, holding Alastor’s hips as he slowly pushed in.

Alastor groaned, legs going weak as he felt the slow stretch, so he wrapped them around Vox for more stability. When he was finally fully inside, Alastor let out heavy, panting breaths.

“Good~ you’re doing so good, Al~” Vox praised, making Alastor shiver. When the slight discomfort went away, he couldn’t help but squirm, and Vox took that as his cue to move. He started slowly grinding against Alastor, barely moving, and then he began to actually thrust. So very slow, drawing soft whines and groans from Alastor, drawing it out to watch him squirm before he sped up, gripping Alastor’s waist.

“Fuck.. you’re so tight..”

“So.. big..” Alastor groaned in return. “I swear i can- feel you in my stomach..”

Vox bit down on his lip. “Fuck, that’s so fucking hot~” He growled, lifting his hips slightly. Immediately, Alastor jolted and let out a high moan, and Vox swore he felt his legs shake.

“Fuck!”

“Shit.. i don’t think i’ve heard you swear before.” Vox admitted, slowing to grind right against his prostate, watching Alastor’s eyes roll back. “I.. try not to but- fuckk~” He groaned, gripping the pillow beneath him.

Vox decided in that moment he was going to absolutely destroy him. Fuck him so well he couldn’t walk.

He gripped Alastor’s hips tight, speed ramping up until he set a decently quick pace. With every thrust, he pulled loud, sweet moans from him, making his back arch and his eyes roll.

“Fuck~ you’re taking me so well, Alastor~”

Alastor shuddered and whined, letting go of the pillow and reaching for Vox. He immediately leaned forward, keeping the brutal pace as he took Alastor’s hands, lacing their fingers together and effectively pinning them to the bed, which also gave him a little more leverage.

“Shit- fuck~ nghh~”

“Good~ fuck, so good~”

“Ohh shit- I’m gonna cum~”

“Cum for me baby~ That’s it~ Fuck I’m close too.”

Alastor threw his head back, back arching as he came, squeezing Vox’s hands tightly. Vox groaned, giving a few more thrusts before he came as well, pulling Alastor into a quick kiss. Alastor was panting, eyes closed,  and he groaned when Vox pulled out. Vox hovered over Alastor, watching him pant and shiver as he relaxed. He reached out, gently running his fingers through Alastor’s curls, fixing his skewed glasses, which made Alastor smile.

“I’ll be right back, okay?”

Al nodded, keeping his eyes closed as he felt weight shift on the bed. Vox disappeared for a few minutes before he returned with some water and a rag; he cleaned both of them up and offered Alastor some water before he laid next to him in bed and wrapped his arms around him.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked gently, running his fingers through Alastor’s soft hair.

“Mm.. good.. really good.” He muttered, and Vox smiled.

“Good.”

Chapter Text

When Alastor woke up the next morning, he immediately regretted everything.

Not really, but damn did his back and hips hurt.

He groaned as he sat up, and Vox’s arms tightened around him.

“Sore?” He heard him mumble.

“That’s an understatement.”

Vox laughed, scooting closer and laying his head on Alastor’s lap. He still hadn’t opened his eyes.

“Vox.”

“Mmm?”

“Vox we need to get up.”

“Ughh..”

“I know. But you still have a company to run.”

“We could take today off.”

“You have that meeting.”

“Ugh.. right..”

It was quiet between them, Alastor running his fingers through Vox’s hair, some strands of gray flecking the black. He saw some strands of red and blue as well. It seemed Vox had dyed his hair at some point, though it wasn’t entirely obvious from far away.

“Vox.”

“Ughh fine, I’m getting up..” He groaned as he lifted his head, looking up at Alastor, who was smiling at him. Vox reluctantly let go, sitting up and going to pull Alastor into a kiss.

“Mm, brush your teeth first.” Alastor teased, moving to get up out of bed, wincing as he did so.

“Vox, look what you did to my neck!” Alastor called, hearing Vox chuckle from the bedroom. Alastor ran his fingers over his neck, looking at the numerous hickeys left on him in the bathroom mirror. “How am I supposed to cover these!”

Vox walked into the bathroom, offering Alastor a white button up and a black vest.

“People might catch on if I keep wearing your clothes, Vox.” He said with a tsk, though he slipped on the shirt nonetheless.

When they arrived at the office, Alastor swore he felt more eyes on him than usual. Again, he arrived with Vox instead of separate, wearing his clothes, with his collar higher than usual. Any reasonable person would be suspicious.

Just as they were stepping into the conference room, Alastor was called back out to answer a question. When he returned, he hovered by the door for a moment, hearing voices chatter away inside.

“Looks like you got a new whore now huh? Did you dump Valentino for him? Or does Val not know?”

“Shut up.” He heard Vox snap.

“It’s an honest question, Vox. You’ve been messing around with Val for a while and now you got a new hooch. A new, young one at that.”

“I swear to god, if you don’t shut your mouth-“

“Sorry about that interruption gentlemen, what did I miss?” Alastor interrupted, stepping into the room with a forced smile.

“Alastor,” Vox greeted with his own forced smile. “Nothing of consequence. Let’s get started shall we?” He continued, pulling out the chair right beside him for Alastor, who immediately took it. During the whole meeting, Vox didn’t look at one particular man, and Alastor assumed that he was the anonymous speaker. He couldn’t stop thinking about what was said, though. Even though Vox seemed to defend him, it worried him that he may be considered just a young side piece to his boss. He was almost certain he didn’t, but what if Vox did see him that way?

That night, he returned to his shared apartment with Rosie, and was immediately grabbed by her and pulled into an embrace.

“Alastor, you crazy, where have ya been! When I messaged ya you only said somethin about work!”

“Yes, I apologize for not giving more context, Rosie. I had some important meetings and needed to stay somewhere else for a few days. I’m terribly sorry if I scared you.”

There was a small pause as Alastor set his bag down.

“Al?”

“Yes?”

“Those clothes ain’t yours. They’re too big for you. Whose are they?”

“Ah.. My clothes became stained the other day so my employer let me borrow some of his..” He explained, as delicately as he could.

He was suddenly grabbed by the shoulders.

“Good god, Rosie-!”

“Are those hickeys on your neck?” She asked, a smirk spreading on her lips.

“Rosie-“

“Who left em? Do you have a thang ya haven’t told me about?”

“Rosie.” Alastor repeated, sighing.

“Oh come on, Al, you know romance is my specialty!”

“It isn’t..” He paused, almost frowning. “It isn’t really ‘romance..’” He admitted, feeling a little disappointed himself as he said that.

“Oh? A fling? That isn’t like you.”

“I know..” He sighed again, adjusting his glasses quietly.

“Who is it, darlin? Is it someone at work?”

“..Yes.” He answered hesitantly. “I can’t tell you more than that.”

“Oh come on, you know i ain’t gonna blabber!”

“You’ll smack me over the head, and rightfully so.” He replied, heading to the kitchen. His head was starting to ache.

“Wait a second.. Oh my. god. Al. Are you sleepin with your boss?”

Alastor froze in the middle of grabbing a mug.

“Oh my god!”

“I know.. I know.”

“That really ain’t like you.”

He let out a heavy sigh and his head dropped. “I know..”

Rosie frowned, stepping over to Alastor and placing her hand on his shoulder. “What’s wrong, Al? There’s clearly somethin else.”

“It’s.. nothing. Just some things i need to work out.” He put on a smile, squeezing her hand.

She nodded, but didn’t seem to believe him entirely. She wasn’t going to push him though, so she stepped back and let him make his coffee.

Chapter Text

Alastor’s worries only got worse over the next few weeks.

Work continued as normal, with a caveat: Many times during the week, Alastor would go home to Vox’s large penthouse with him. They didn’t sleep together every time. Sometimes Alastor made dinner and they just talked. Sometimes they’d have wine. Alastor was starting to get used to the crazy view from the windows, and it had become his favorite place to sit.

What concerned him was he had seen Valentino, who lived in another city with his own partner building to Voxtek, a lot more often recently. Vox usually didn’t seem happy whenever Valentino would appear, but it still made Alastor edgy, and he’d remember the comment he overheard from the conference room.

Today, Alastor was at his limit.

He usually didn’t feel this way, and he hated that he did.

But Valentino had been practically falling on top of Vox today during meetings and distant conversations. When Vox would push him off, Valentino would only get more clingy. Maybe that’s why, when they finally had a moment alone in Vox’s office, Alastor locked the door and moved over to Vox, whose eyebrow was raised curiously. Alastor moved around the desk and climbed into his lap, straddling him as Vox sat back in his chair. A hand almost immediately went to the small of his back, another settling on his waist, though it quickly traveled downward.

“Mm this is a surprise. Can’t wait till we get home?”

That echoed in Alastor’s head. We. Home.

Vox reach forward and past Alastor, picking up the phone on his desk and dialing the reception desk.

“Hello Debra. Cancel or move my appointments for the next..” He glanced at Alastor. “Two hours and ensure that I’m not interrupted. I have a very important meeting.”

Alastor heard a faint “Yes sir.” On the other side of the line before Vox hang up, and immediately turned to Alastor.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to fuck in my office.” He continued in a teasing tone.

“I said I didn’t want our first to be in your office. It’s far from our first.”

“Fair enough.”

Alastor didn’t give Vox another moment to tease him, grabbing his tie and pulling him into a kiss. He tugged further on the tie, pulling it undone and working on the buttons of Vox’s shirt, leaning down and practically latching onto his neck. While Vox was normally the one to leave marks, Alastor also left his fair share.

“Damn, what’s gotten into you today? You’re not usually like this.” Vox mused.

“I dont know..” Alastor admitted honestly, keeping his head on Vox’s shoulder as he felt him undoing his trousers and sliding them down. Alastor raised his hips to help him and immediately settled back down after, almost grinding as he got comfortable. Vox slid open one of his desk drawers and pulled out a small bottle of lube hidden among the supplies. Alastor couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you have one of those everywhere?” He teased.

“I like to be prepared~” Vox teased in return.

No matter how many times the did this, Alastor still took a while to relax. Though Vox always seemed happy to slowly work him open.

“You’re quiet today.” Vox noted. “Worried somebody will catch us?”

Alastor nodded absently, focusing on Vox’s fingers as they curled inside him.

“No one’s on the floor, at least, they shouldn’t be. Why did you want to do this here if you were worried about being caught~?”

Alastor merely whined, feeling Vox’s slip out of him. He lifted his hips as Vox lined himself up.

“Mm, did you want the thrill~? The risk~?” Vox growled against his ear as he grabbed Alastor’s hips and guided him down.

“Maybe you wanted to be caught~”

“Nghh fuck~”

“Maybe you wanted someone to see how needy you are for my cock~ is that it~?”

“Shit, Vox-“

Vox almost immediately started guiding Alastor’s hips, gripping them tight.

“Want everybody to know you’re mine, hm~? You gripe about hickeys but keep your collar too low to cover them~ you want everyone to know you belong to me, don’t you~?”

“Vox~ Fuck~” Alastor threw his head back with a moan, legs shaking. Vox continued to guide him, watching him with a grin. He pulled his hips closer, practically slamming him down and directly hitting his prostate.

Alastor’s eyes rolled back and he let out a wobbly moan, immediately grabbing Vox’s shoulders as if to stabilize himself. “Oh god~” He said shakily, legs quaking under him. “Shit.. Vox- I can’t- stay up like this.” He muttered, his legs already feeling terribly weak under him.

Vox moved his hands under Alastor’s thighs and stood up, which prompted him to wrap his legs around Vox. Alastor expected him to lay him back on the desk, so it was a surprise to him when he instead walked over to the large windows and pushed him against them. Alastor’s legs immediately tightened around him.

“Shit-“ Alastor looked behind him, out the windows, and down to the street far below them. His grip on Vox’s shoulders tightened, nails digging into him.

“Calm down, it’s alright” Vox said gently, thrusting up into him and almost immediately distracting Alastor from his anxieties. Vox had good leverage with Alastor against the glass, and pretty much the perfect angle. Alastor was still trying to keep his voice down, but he was finding it extremely difficult, especially when Vox started attacking his neck, biting over hickeys he had only left a few days ago.

“Fuck~” Vox groaned. “Imagine if someone could see us from all the way down there~ or someone from the other buildings~ Could you imagine what they’d think?”

Alastor shuddered, one of his hands tangling in Vox hair.

“If they saw that you’re completely and totally mine~”

That echoed in Alastor’s head.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

“Oh god, i’m gonna cum-“ Alastor hissed.

“Cum for me~” Vox whispered, before he latched back onto Alastor’s lip, nibbling on one of the worse hickeys.

Alastor’s back arched off the glass and he let out a high moan as he came. Vox came as well, but he pulled out to save them the trouble of more clean up.

Now he placed Alastor on the desk, looking down at his stained vest. He chuckled, removing it and tossing it into his desk drawer for later. He turned back to Alastor, who pulled him into a surprisingly sweet kiss.

“You okay?”

Alastor nodded, legs still shaking a bit.

Vox helped him fix up his trousers before carrying him to the couch in the corner of his office. He placed Alastor’s head in his lap, running his fingers through his curls. He was surprised when Alastor fell asleep, but he let him, staying on the couch with him as long as he could before returning to his desk.

~

Alastor woke to the sound of Vox’s door opening, but instead of getting up immediately, he waited to hear who it was.

“There you are, papi~ your receptionist told me you weren’t letting people in right now, but I managed to get past~”

“Val, there’s a reason I told her not to let anyone up.” Vox replied flatly.

“Well-“ Valentino paused, seemingly spotting Alastor curled up on the couch. “Wait, what is he doing here? Since when do you let people sleep on your couch?”

“It’s just for today. He didn’t feel well.” Vox lied.

“So he’s sleeping on your couch instead of going home?”

“Val-“

“That’s such a bummer. I was hoping we could have some.. fun~ It’s been so long-“

“No.”

Valentino rolled his eyes. “Every time you brush me off. What is it? You don’t love me anymore?”

“Val.” Vox said sternly. “We were never ‘together.’ Just.. fuck buddies. I’m done with our little arrangement. I have been for a while, but you just can’t take a hint.”

Alastor heard hands slam down on the desk.

“You’re going to regret this. You’ll come crawling back to me.”

“Yeah, sure.”

Valentino growled and turned, muttering to himself. “El hijo de la gran puta, que idiota-“

As soon as the door shut, Alastor opened his eyes, slowly sitting up. Vox turned to him, smile seeming a little forced.

"Did i wake you?”

“He did.” Alastor said simply, glancing over to the door. “I’m a rather light sleeper.”

Vox nodded, watching as Alastor stood and moved to a chair across the desk from Vox.

“That reminds me of something I wanted to discuss..”

Vox sat up, looking curious.

“I’ve been.. hesitant, but, i suppose we must talk about it at some point.”

“Al, you’re making me nervous.”

“We’ve never put a label on.. what’s going on. We never discussed it. Are we merely.. ‘fuck buddies’, as you so eloquently put it? Would you even want a.. relationship?”

Alastor hated how much he was hesitating, almost stuttering. He shouldn’t be this nervous.

“I.. I would.” Vox admitted with a small smile, and Alastor met it with his own.

“As far as that goes.. Ive been a little concerned with that as well. I don’t want to be.. hidden. I don’t want to feel like some dirty little secret you have to hide. But i know we’ve discussed your stress regarding having a relationship in the public eye..”

Vox was quiet for a moment before he finally replied.

“I have this sort of.. paranoia. About what people think of me, of my company. That’s something i need to get over.. that’s something i can work on. I don’t want to feel the need to hide either.”

Alastor’s smile seemed to brighten, but before he could reply, Vox continued.

“In fact, how about we go to dinner tomorrow? I’ll make a reservation.”

“I’d love that.”

Chapter Text

Vox hated to admit it, but his heart was pounding.

He hadn’t been on an actual date in.. much longer than he cared to admit. Much less in the public like this. But.. it was worth it. He was going to have a good night with Alastor and pretend like there wasn’t going to be eyes on them.

That prospect became easier when he saw Alastor, picking him up from his apartment. Red truly was his color. With a black button up, red patterned velvety waistcoat and black coat overtop. He had even traded out the gold frames for red ones, which brought out the striking amber color of his eyes and *god* Vox was embarrassed by how hard he was falling for him.

Though the drive to the restaurant was mostly quiet, it was a comfortable silence, with only the sound of the car radio in the background. Vox drove one handed, his other hand lightly on Alastor’s thigh. A cliche? Maybe. But Alastor didn’t seem to mind.

As they pulled into the restaurant parking lot, Alastor sat up. His eyes widened a bit as he seemed to realize how fancy of a place they were actually at. He stayed close to Vox as they walked in, quiet as Vox spoke to the hostess, who soon led them to their table. He only spoke when they sat down.

“This is a.. very nice place.” He said as he looked around the dim restaurant. He was glad he dressed nice.

Vox smiled, almost sheepishly. “Sorry if it’s too nice.. Wanted to treat you.”

Alastor smiled sweetly. “Not at all. It was unexpected, but I appreciate it.” He said gently, picking up the menu. Again, his eyes widened. “Dear god, look at those prices..” He muttered.

Vox looked up from his own menu. “Dont worry about, Al. Get whatever you want, it’s not a big deal.”

‘Not a big deal’ Vox said.

Alastor shook his head. He skimmed through the menu, eyes catching on one dish.

“Ohh Venison..” He muttered again to himself. He hadn’t had venison since before he moved. There wasn’t really any place to hunt in the city.

He felt eyes on him, and he looked up. Vox was staring at him with a smile, and the look in his eyes made Alastor’s heart stop.

“What?” He asked, his own smile turning a little shy.

“We’ve never really just sat and talked about what we like. It’s.. nice, seeing you that excited about something.”

Alastor’s face felt warm. He had barely realized he had spoken.

“I.. haven’t had venison in a while.. I used to go hunting every weekend, and I would make it for my mother and I.. I moved after she passed away, and I haven’t had the opportunity to hunt since.” He explained.

Vox’s expression softened. “I’m sorry about your mother.” He said gently. “Perhaps we’ll have to take a weekend and find some place to go hunting. You can teach me.”

A weekend trip, out in the woods, hunting with Vox. That sounded absolutely perfect to Alastor.

“Thank you.. I would love that.”

Alastor had to admit: It was the best date he’d had.

To be fair, he hadn’t been on many actual dates, but this was certainly the best.

A dish he loved, a lovely bottle of wine, and just.. talking with Vox. They felt like.. a real couple. Since they shared a full bottle of wine, Alastor felt pleasantly buzzed. As they walked out of the restaurant, he linked their elbows together, leaning against Vox as they walked to the car. Neither of them noticed a camera shuttering nearby before they climbed into the car.

When they returned to the penthouse, Vox sat down on the couch before pulling Alastor down too, onto his lap, wrapping his arms around him. Alastor laughed, falling on top of him and squirming in his arms to get comfortable. When they finally settled, he laid his head on Vox’s chest; he was staring out the windows as headlights moved below them on the streets, lights in the windows of the buildings nearby flicked off as it became later and later. Alastor would’ve thought Vox was asleep if he didn’t feel the fingers carding through his hair. His own eyes felt heavy and he slowly let them close.

When he woke, they were in the bed instead, and he was curled against Vox’s side. He had no idea how Vox had carried him into the bedroom without waking him considering how light of a sleeper he was.

Vox hadn’t noticed Alastor was awake yet, typing with his brow furrowed. When he had woken this morning, he had been greeted by messages from Velvette and Valentino. He opened Velvette’s first.

An article from a tabloid. The headline read:

Work Dinner or a Romantic Rendezvous?

Tacky. He opened the article.

Voxtek founder and CEO was spotted last night with his young assistant, Alastor Hartfelt-

Vox scrolled.

Hartfelt seemed to climb the ranks rather quickly. Is this just a coincidence? We dont think so-

He scrolled again.

So what do you think? Innocent work related dinner or romantic meeting?

Vox sighed, closing the article to read his business partners message.

Vox, what the FUCK is this?

You’re going out with your ASSISTANT?

Do you know how bad this’ll look for the company?

Oh great, if she wasn’t using slang or shorthand she was really mad.

Of all the people, you choose the assistant who’s half your age? People are saying he slept his way to the top!

Oh my god, did he??

Vox, I swear to god

Answer me ASAP

He closed her messages, opening Valentino’s. Two different articles, one was the same that Velvette sent him.

did you seriously fucking dump me for him??

are you KIDDING me

you went for the young whore in slacks and glasses

i thought you had taste

really it’s a shame you’ve fallen so far

honestly i should come put an end to this little mistake

do us both a favor

you don’t need an assistant anyways

Vox’s heart dropped. Val wasn’t threatening Alastor, was he? Vox didn’t think so, but Valentino was so unpredictable.

you’re going to regret this

you’ll miss what we had and come crawling back

you need me papito

don’t test me

He closed the messages with a heavy sigh. He received an email from one of the receptionists, with that same damn article.

Good morning, Mr. Vox,

We’ve been asked to provide a response to this. Any comment?

Vox’s eyes were drawn away from the screen when he felt Alastor shift, scooting impossibly closer to Vox, moving to lay his head on his chest.

“Morning sleepyhead.” Vox said, smiling at him. His eyes were drawn back to the screen and Alastor could just barely see a picture that looked like it was of them, at the very least it was at the restaurant from last night, though it was slightly blurry without his glasses.

“Are they writing about us?” Alastor mumbled.

“Yeah but.. Nothing to worry about.” Vox replied, turning off his phone when Alastor lifted his head to try and read the screen.

“Why don’t we.. take the day off?” Vox suggested suddenly.

“Day off?” Alastor echoed, sitting up and laying his head on Vox’s shoulder instead.

“Yeah. I don’t think you’ve had a day off since you started working for me. I haven’t had one in.. God knows how long. Why don’t we just take a day?”

“What would we do?”

“I don’t know. We could do anything. We could spend the day here or go find something in the city, maybe we could even leave the city-“

“Vox.. what did they write?”

“What?”

“You’re riled up. You’re not the type to just.. leave town for the day. Something upset you.”

“Tabloids don’t upset me, Al, i’m fine.”

“Then someone said something.” Alastor sat up fully now, rubbing his eyes. “Did.. Valentino say something?”

Vox paused, then sighed. “Al, how-“

“You’re easy to read when I know what to look for, that’s how. Now can I see what he said?” Alastor replied simply, picking up his glasses from the bedside table

“Al, he’s a lot, I don’t want-“

“Vox, I want to know what he said that made you so upset. Please.”

There was a beat of silence, just staring at each other, before Vox finally handed Alastor his phone.

It was quiet between them as Alastor read through Valentinos messages, and seemingly read a few new ones. His brow furrowed and he had a slight frown.

“He is a lot.” Alastor agreed finally. “I can see why you want to skip town for the day.”

“What really worries me is one of the messages sounds.. threatening. I wouldn’t put it past him to show up with a gun or something.”

“Having a relationship of any kind with a business partner is a bad idea. It gets messy.”

“There was no ‘relationship’ and, hey, hypocrite.” Vox teased.

“I said business partner. You can’t easily end a relationship with a business partner. You can’t just fire him like you could me.”

“I wouldn’t fire you.”

“That’s not the point.” Alastor looked up at Vox with a smile, handing him back the phone. “Looks like your other partner is angry too.”

He sighed, taking the phone and setting it down. “She’s mad cause people think you slept your way to the top.”

“I didn’t.” Alastor said initially, before he paused. “Did I..?”

“No. We started sleeping together after you became my assistant.”

Alastor held eye contact for a moment, as if he didn’t quite believe him, but he nodded, laying back down.

“I suppose we can take the day off. But we’ll have to face it eventually.”

“We will.. I’m sorry your name’s being dragged through the mud.”

Alastor shrugged. “I don’t have any parents to be disappointed by it, I already have a well paying job, and I have you. I don’t need a good name.. Not really.” He turned, sliding his face into Vox’s neck. Internally, his heart was racing. He wondered if Rosie had seen the article. She already knew about them, but still.. he couldn’t help but worry. And what if Valentino did threaten him? Alastor was good at defending himself but Val was practically twice his size. He couldn’t think about that.. he would just stress himself out.

He felt Vox’s arms wrap around him, and lips pressing gently against his cheek.

“Try not to stress, okay? No matter what, I got you. I knew this would happen at some point, it was just.. a lot sooner than I expected. I’ll put out the fires, you don’t have to worry.”

Alastor nodded, leaning into Vox as he placed another kiss, this time on his forehead.

“Now, should we stay in or skip town?”