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Eyes fluttering open slowly, Alastor lifted a hand to shield his face from the bright beam of sunlight shining through the curtains.
Sitting up, he took a minute to admire the morning’s beauty, sighing contently to himself. His gaze drifted down to the demon sleeping soundly beside him, his smile soft at the sound of the other’s faint static-filled snores.
Vox’s screen was dim and his eyes were closed, a sure sign he was still deep in his sleep.
Alastor noted the arms loosely encased around his waist, Vox’s hands limp from where they held onto the radio demon. Debating on waking the slumbering overlord, Alastor instead chose to allow the man to rest, simply cherishing the shorter man’s presence.
It was rare for them to have a serene moment together like this. Typically the two of them were busy with their bustling jobs, the majority of Vox's time spent at his studio as Alastor broadcasted from his radio tower.
Rays of light from the sunrise met Vox’s screen and reflected in what Alastor could only describe as the worst light show he’d ever seen, causing the man to chuckle quietly to himself. Raising a hand, he covered the area the light hit in an act of consideration, not wanting it to interrupt Vox’s peaceful sleep.
His hand hovered above Vox’s screen, limply angled and almost touching. Alastor pondered the intricacies of his partner as he stared down at his features.
Vox was a one-of-a-kind demon, that was for sure. He kept up a show, a lovely performance of power and invincibility that the public observed in awe.
But Alastor got to see more than just that.
Unlike the citizens of Hell, he got to witness the behind-the-scenes, the bloopers, the rehearsals, all of it. He bore witness to the softer bits of Vox, the vulnerabilities kept under lock and key.
He recalled the time Vox had first let down those walls, exposing himself raw and bare to Alastor alone.
The TV overlord had come back from a day at work, exhausted and worn. The moment he'd stepped through their door, Alastor knew something was up and decided to curiously wait for the tired demon to tell him what was bothering him.
Vox hadn't. So, Alastor took matters into his own hands and stared expectantly at the smaller man with his arms crossed until he'd talked.
Reluctantly, Vox had opened up about his thoughts and troubles, his struggles with his past relationship, and to his apparent surprise, Alastor was there to support him.
That day had long passed, and the two of them eventually began to let one another in wholeheartedly without any need for coercion.
Smiling softly at Vox shifting slightly in the bed, Alastor leaned a hand down and brushed his fingers across the TV overlord's screen. Touch feather-light, the radio demon's hand grazed along Vox’s cheek in a soothing motion. His screen was cool, the glass chilling his fingers as they moved back and forth.
A thin layer of Vox’s screen produced a hologram that made up his face, the pixels causing Alastor's hand to tingle as if frozen water droplets had been raining down onto only his fingers.
A small mumble came from his lips, a sign of affirmation that the media demon was relaxed.
As he pet the other soothingly, Alastor fancied the notion that no one else in Hell would ever get to view Vox so affectionately.
The way he'd grin when Alastor would sing out of the blue, the passion in his voice when discussing his newest technology, the type of stuff Alastor himself could never understand.
It was an odd thought, that no one would ever know the Vox that he knew, nor would they realize the extent of his and the TV overlord's relationship. It felt wrong almost, to keep such a treasured secret to himself, but that just made it all the more exhilarating.
No one in Hell knew of their intimacy. In fact, they were suspected rivals, not even the most daring demons fancying the thought of the two of them together.
A sudden drowsy voice startled him out of his thoughts.
"Hey beautiful." Amidst Alastor's gentle stroking of his screen, Vox had woken up.
The man seemingly stifled a yawn before another crept up on him, raising a hand to his screen to cover his mouth. His voice was rough from disuse, a gravely sound that made Alastor's smile grow.
Pulling his hand away, Alastor laid it down beside Vox in an open invitation. Without thought, the media demon quickly took it into his own.
"Good morning, darling." Alastor replied casually, his voice holding a pleasant tone. "Surprising to see you up so soon on your day off."
"Well, with a demon as hot as you touching me, who in their right mind could stay asleep?" Vox purred out, shuffling to sit up in their bed.
Alastor huffed in amusement and pushed himself out of bed, releasing his lover's hand.
"You flatter me, really," He paused, a devious smirk stretching across his mouth as he filled his voice with husky temptation. "But we both know you're the breath-taking one here, cher."
He didn't need to see Vox's face to know that a familiar blue blush spread across his screen, his cheeks aflame.
While the shorter demon stuttered out incomprehensible static that was no doubt meant to be words, Alastor reached for his usual clothes in his dresser, chuckling to himself.
"Are you feeling okay dear? You look absolutely flushed!" He peered over and let the other see his smug expression. "You don't happen to have a fever, do you?"
"I hate you." Vox grumbled, but his fond expression told otherwise.
"You love me. Now get dressed, I plan on making a marvelous breakfast for us both." The radio demon began to hum a nostalgic tune, the sound growing distant as he walked down the stairs.
Vox rolled his eyes and grinned to himself, practically leaping out of bed at the prospect of Alastor's cuisine.
"Yeah, I guess I do love you. Jerk."