divinetree | It's not that complicated, no matter what they say

The bath and the warmth seemed luxurious... and with how his back and pelvis was already aching from the weight, it called to him. Not to hot, but warm enough to melt the strain away...

But oh, what's this? Alastor smirked a little, charmed and impish as he watched Vox's gaze. He'd stolen away with the man's shirt because he craved a familiar scent - something to calm him as he went to see what Rosie had planned for him - but this was a pleasant little detail.

Vox liked to see Alastor wearing blue. Perhaps, wearing his clothes. Duly noted - another possible reward for a father-to-be doing well. And speaking of rewards... and how his picturebox clearly needed his fears assuaged... Alastor leaned in and pressed a chaste little kiss to the top of Vox's screen as though he were kissing the man's forehead.

♫♪ A feast I'll give to you tonight... ♪♫

It was something he'd noticed more, some little pops of blue he'd noticed hidden away in Alastor's ensembles. Vox surely wasn't helping in that regard, sending flowers when he noticed the prior arrangements had started to dry and get sad. Did it stick out like a sore thumb, a cool set of colors among the abundant warm? Certainly... but Vox himself wasn't without tucking just a little red amid his own mix.

His screen was warm, and there was a small buzz of static with the touch to the top of his screen. Brighter cyan pixels rose as he shifted again, taking up the deer to eliminate any need for hooves to tread on rather slippy floor not made for them.

He was lowered into the water without a word, and once finished, Vox hurried to a control panel at the longest wall that merely bore a painting yet seemed... a little plain in comparison to the rest of the decor for his little sanctum. When he touched a couple of buttons, it was clear why: This panel slid upward, tucking away into a compartment built into the ceiling.

Truly, more than ever, there were no mysteries in how such a short-tempered man somehow found the time to get so much work done. Because who could be incensed when you could bathe and soak away your worries when practically flanked by a wide, dark tank filled with the lazy bob and float of glimmering jellyfish...?

The warmth of the water and the depth of the tub was a relief... Alastor let himself slide under the water just briefly enough to wet his hair, habitually shaking his head to clear water out of his ears. Glancing up at the ceiling, he started laughing - of all the things he expected, that was just 'extra', as the kids say.

"Hah... hahahah! Oh, you are too much, Vox..." he laughed, jovial and giddy. The stress of the limo shoved behind him, the anxieties about Rosie shoved aside - right now he was just having a laugh at how lavish and indulgent Vox's space was for himself.

The laughing surprised him, but soon he was grinning like an idiot, arms open imploringly.

"What?? Swimming in a jellyfish pool was a dream of mine when I was alive! Live the life you feel you deserve!" His arms lowered, and he walked to turn a chair around and sit, leaning forward against the back.

"I mean, shit- I liked media to take up a little meteorology to get my foot in the door at my local news station, but..."

He shrugged, quieted. "...I think if I had the cash then that I have now, I would've been Dr. Vincent Whittman, Head Marine Biologist."

"Hah! Then you could've had a hoot feeding your victims to the sharks you so adore. And when you inevitably got too friendly with one and got eaten, you'd come down here as a sad pile of living chum," Alastor speculated, amused.

"FUCK, I hope not...! Probably look like one of those possessor demons at least!" But he laughed. Yeah, he probably would have gotten too chummy, and became chum himself.

"So, what, you got kicked to death by a deer or were obsessed with deer or something? I always did wonder where the whole..." He raised his hands to his head, wiggled two fingers like ears.

"Your 'Prince of the Forest turned Sleep Paralysis Demon' shtick came from."

"Ugh."

Immediately pouty! "Aside from the occasional hunt to make sure Maman and I were fed, no, I didn't have any unique fondness for them. I enjoyed the gators if anything, but it pales to how you adore sharks."

He paused to snap, summoning some hellhound shampoo - it was one of the only kinds he'd found that made his hair tameable and not a complete wiry textured nightmare. Glowering at the hellhound on the bottle, he rolled his eyes.

"Were I killed the way I expected, hunted down by law enforcement and their hounds, maybe there'd be a cruel irony in my appearance there."

Admitting it still felt sour - Alastor poured the soap into his palm and started scrubbing at his scalp.

So it was a surprise, clearly- but NOT by the police? He didn't find any articles about a radio host from New Orleans in the 30s, so he did always wonder how Al died.

"Oh trust me- my death sucked. I sure as shit know about cruel irony, and I'm glad I'm able to upgrade myself due to being part machine."

He pressed his hands to the small of his back and let his back pop.

"Can't imagine you with gator features, though." He paused. Snorted back a laugh.

"...Floating like a log in the bayou, waiting for your next victim..."

"Lurking... waiting..."

Alastor rotated in the bath, submerging himself to his nose and speaking with his teeth locked shut.

"Eager to snap my jaws in a decisive blow. To roll and tear away flesh."

He had to clutch himself, unable to stop the laugh. "Ala... Alagator...! Alagastor...?"

No, this was too much. He can't...!

It got a hearty guffaw out of Alastor, who went back to relaxing in the bath after dunking his head to rinse the soap out of his hair. Ahh, silly...

"Haw hahah... ahh, alas. No, I was shot when I was in the midst of hiding a body. Right through the head with a rifle - I practically blinked, had a blinding instant of pain and came to in Hell!"

He tapped the middle of his forehead - figured it was obvious enough with the x that would appear there.

He knew, was living proof, too- that one's death did leave a permanent mark upon a sinner in their damned form. He'd occasionally seen the little mark on his forehead when he got really fired up back in the day, and had to wonder the tale. Vox always thought it was a shootout with the police or something, but... huh.

"Shit, I wish mine was quick," he noted with a wince. "I dunno if it was seconds or minutes, but it felt like hours..."

But flipped a hand dismissively, and quickly recovered. "But that's neither here nor there! All's well in there? Should I leave you with the jellyfish, ooooor... do you need an extra pair of hands~?"

"Lewd," Alastor immediately quipped, chuckling a bit. But it didn't really sound like he minded.

"That does raise the question - what would you like from me tonight? A bit of indulgence of your libido? A dance? To share the bed?"

Anything else, he didn't feel like offering - he knew going into today that he fully intended to make sure Vox ended on a high note, after that scare. Rosie was clever with it, but Alastor wasn't going to let her sow seeds of discontent - that's his decision, not hers.

The playfulness, his mischief dissolved immediately, screen brightening as his arms fell to his sides with the suggestions.

"...What...?"

Pardon him, his processors now need a little time to reset.

"A-are you serious?"

"You came for me and your child, you stood up to Rosie even knowing the dangers, and you weren't stupid about any of it," Alastor explained, so very matter-of-fact. "And I'm in a good mood, tonight."

Despite everything. Or really... because of everything. He's finally back in a private haven of his own - with a man he knows exactly how to steer in any way he wants. From controlled, to being in control.

Yes, he felt quite good, tonight.

"And besides, joke or not - I did promise you I would give you something if you managed not to gag at the soup. I never forget a promise."

His heart was like a frantic bird in a cage. He'd had a complete outfit change and went in with intent to go to war... for him. By all accounts, Vox of VoxTek was insane. But he'd have done the exact same thing all over again if he had to do the day over without hesitation.

The media demon was drawn in. Briefly, his claws settled beneath where his tie would have been on a normal day. In the soft blue light, the lazily drifting jellies like little stars floating overhead, the glow of red eyes, and the way the water slid down the other man's body, dribbled off the ears, taunting him...

Yeah. His libido was definitely scratching at the door and whining. It was begging him to tear off everything he was wearing, Velvette be damned, and dive into that tub. It was big enough...

Instead he folded his arms behind his back and made a slow circle around the room. It'd let him cool down.

The old ticker simply doesn't beat for anyone...

Yet small kisses along his monitor still burned in his memory.

I chose YOU.

Why did this man have to be so confusing?? He wanted to chew at the bars in himself, rattle them, but knew that if he pushed too far it'd hurt far more than help.

His libido could take a back seat.

"I think..." He began, paused, and made a show of consideration. "We should see if those hooves of yours are up to snuff before any dancing to unwind."

Vox cleared his throat quietly. "And we did figure out a position that helps you sleep somewhat comfortably, if I recall correctly. I think after mutually dealing with that woman's particular brand of unsettling aura, it's more than earned."

Not going for what Alastor assumed was the most appealing offering, not even tempted after seeing the shirt and then him in the bath... aren't you funny, being a little unpredictable? Or maybe Alastor's changing body wasn't as appealing? Hmm, no... that sounded counter to how the man always acted when he had it under his palm.

"That sounds pleasant, then. Dinner, a bit of music and unwinding from there, then," he concurred, using magic to summon the matching fur conditioner he found best made his hair soft. Might as well make for a pleasant cuddle buddy, he thought, coating the strands. "I will say my bed is preferable, but perhaps watching a film in your indulgent home theater may do well too."

"Choices, choices," he chuckled. Watching a film sounded wonderful, and he was usually the guy who would suggest a movie night. Yet...

His eyes had turned to the jellies, and he'd stopped pacing. "The fireflies... were a late addition to your quarters. I wanted to get them right, after not seeing them for almost a hundred years. You don't see anything like them in the cities... not really. But when I was a boy, I'd have a big jar full of sticks and leaves and see if I could catch some in the yard before being called in for dinner."

It was no secret to himself that he'd grown rather fond of that slice of earth he'd spared no expense to have put together.

"...So I could go either way."

Aren't you funny, pal... Alastor closed his eyes for a bit as he let the conditioner sit, staying silent even as he dunked his head to rinse it all out again, turning the water a little more soapy in the process. He still reflexively shook his head once out of the water, splattering in the bathroom - but considered regardless.

Vox had been scared. Thought he'd left. Was he going above and beyond to please Alastor? And if so, was that something he wanted?

...

Well. This more selfless side of Vox was a surprise, but... it was something Alastor could admit to himself that he was hoping to see for the little one. If he cared for his child like this, then things really would be just fine if he wouldn't be allowed to stay.

"Hmmm... then for tonight, we'll rest in my bed. Sad to report that there haven't been any noticeable kicks, yet - we have a bit longer to wait."

There was something charming about the way the ears moved, especially when he shook off his hair. The radio demon was hell's boogeyman, and yet... why was he so fucking adorable?

What fear or apprehension lingered in him seemed to have vanished for the time being, at least. Inwardly, he was quelled by the simplicity of just having a chat like this, something he worried would never happen again when he read that invitation, fearing the worst.

But it was talks like these, and the very real thing they'd made together, that had him doubly determined to hit the ground running starting tomorrow. Hotel business was only days away, and if Alastor's pregnancy functioned like a normal human one, less than 40 weeks would fly on by. Vox had an overlord to outfox, and fast.

But tonight? ...Tonight was when everything could backburner.

"Heh. All that growing and nothing yet, huh?"

He paused, briefly clenched his jaw, and decided to just be out with it: "...You, uh..."

He griped about the aches and pains, and seemed to clutch himself when he grew agitated. The covering up was typical to keep some level of secrecy, but he had to wonder if something about his condition bothered him on a personal level.

"...You carry it well. Really well."

"So you've said!" Alastor huffed a half-chuckle, squeezing water out of his longer strands of hair. "I suppose the aesthetics don't bother me. They certainly seem to pull a certain type of reaction from you or men like you, after all."

Really, if it weren't for the vulnerability of it all, the way it painted a massive target on him... Alastor probably wouldn't have minded. Offloading a lot of the safety efforts onto Vox so he didn't carry them himself was valuable - the nightmarish terror he'd had before making a Deal was certainly not something he wanted to revisit.

"You're refining quite nicely in anticipation of fatherhood, yourself. Far less of an egotistical blowhard - I'm now sure your worst trait as a father will simply be getting distracted."

"'Men like me', huh? Any others I should know about...?" Let's keep it playful. Let's not let today's events bog us down any more. They needed to keep it tight for future plans, after all. And now he had so much work to do. God, he was glad he loved cooking up schemes... Rosie picked the worst guy for this! Heheh...

Vox paused, quirked a brow.

"...You know I'm excited for it, right?" And nervous as hell over it, but that's- that's normal! Surely!

"Velvette already gave me something of a riot act about how much work it'll be, which... sure, I get. But I think we'll shock those around us when we prove that a couple of maniacs like us can tackle it!"

"She's a smart girl, you should listen to her more!" Alastor laughed. The idea of the two of them sticking to it together, though...

"So you won't lock the door on me once I'm dragged out, hmm?"

That... made Alastor far less anxious. Especially if it was true.

"Oh, I see... you're picking favorites now!" He made a show of putting a hand to his heart and frowning. "It's the fashion sense, isn't it? She's too fucking good! It's not fair..."

But locking the door in the end, huh...? He'll feed Rosie to the sharks himself, in that regard. Bony crone like her would make a nice chew toy.

The question was treated with a quick bark of laughter. "Okay- first of all, you bypassed ALL of my fucking security the day you told me I got you pregnant, so the notion of locking you out at ALL is laughable..."

He whirled on a heel and faced one of the fish tanks, folding his arms behind his back. "...And I'm just so fond of being a pain in your ass, you see."

"Hah! That's true... there's nothing you can do to keep me from the child," Alastor 'threatened', though there was no real edge or bite to it. Vox needs his help, and is too much of a traditional sucker to exclude a birth parent.

Contentedly, Alastor chuckled under his breath, touching his middle. I can't call you mine, but I'll never be far.

And if Vox tried to use that to coerce Alastor to use his power for Vox's plans? Tried to manipulate him for selfish needs? Well... Alastor would show his old pal who the better manipulator of the two of them really is.

"You must be addicted to how angry I make you, too."

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