One Hell of A Deal Book 1

Morning of Memories

Alastor felt himself start to wake up. Alastor couldn't remember the last time he slept. As soon as he opened his eye, his head started to kill him. Alastor felt warm to his face. Alastor realized where he was. Alastor sat up but immediately made himself sick and fell back down.
Vox started to wake up. He felt Alastor leave him. Vox sat up to realize Alastor was laying on his back. Alastor had his hands to his temples and eyes shut tight.
"Well good morning," Vox said.
"Too loud," Alastor hissed.
"Sorry," Vox whispered. "So I can't open up the blinds?"
"It will be the last thing you do," Alastor remarked as he tried to hit Vox.
Vox watched as he missed him completely.
"Someone had too much to drink last night," Vox teased. "But you did win."
"I am regretting a lot of choices right now," Alastor said as he tried to sit up again.
Alastor managed to sit up with his back on the head board. Alastor still was having a hard time keeping his eyes open and his head was throbbing.
"I'm going to go make you coffee," Vox said as he stood up.
"What time is it?" Alastor asked as he ran his hands through his hair.
"10 am," Vox answered as he started to put on a t shirt.
"Fuck," Alastor answered back. "They will know I am missing."
"The other guests?" Vox asked as he walked to the door.
"Yes, Charlie is probably looking for me around that hotel," Alastor said as he rubbed his temples again.
Vox could tell Alastor was stressed.
"I can help you get back," Vox answered as he walked over to Alastor.
"No, they can't see me like this," Alastor answered. " I just need to rest."
"You could pretend you are sick," Vox offered.
"No, I rather hide here and lie saying I was off doing business," Alastor responded.
Vox felt himself start to blush.
"You rather be here with me," Vox managed to get out.
Alastor stopped and looked up at Vox. Alastor winced at the brightness of Vox's screen.
"Sorry," Vox said as he turned it down.
"I want to be where someone will not judge me for my actions," Alastor said. "That has always been you."
Vox felt butterflies in his stomach and he also felt himself get hard. Vox headed to the door. Alastor was confused why Vox left but just threw his head back and focused on trying to feel sober.

Fifteen minutes later Vox came back with two cups of coffee. He handed Alastor his and watched as Alastor took a sip of the coffee.
"You still got it," Alastor remarked. "You were always a great cook."
"I made you coffee not food. You like your coffee black with a hint of sinners blood," Vox remarked confused on the compliment he just received.
"You remember how I like it," Alastor said feeling a slight blush in his cheeks. "Tell me, whose blood is in my coffee."
"Just some random tech programmer," Vox said as he sipped his coffee.
Alastor felt a tinge of disappointment. He was hoping it was Vox's blood in his coffee.
"Hmm," Alastor said as he continued sipping his coffee.
"Not what you were hoping for," Vox laughed.
Vox was always amazed with Alastor. Vox could never know what was he thinking. Alastor set his cup of coffee down in the bed side table. Alastor saw his chance to tighten his grip on Vox.
Alastor mustered all his strength as he sat up and leaned into Vox. Vox wasn't paying attention. Vox was too busy looking at his coffee cup. Alastor leaned in and bit onto Vox's neck. Alastor drew blood and sucked it up. Vox let out a small moan as he dropped his cup onto the ground.
"Fuck, Alastor," Vox moaned as he let Alastor push him on the bed.
Alastor climbed on top as Alastor placed his hands under Vox's shirt. Vox felt himself get hard and Alastor felt the boner between his legs as he worked on getting the shirt off while kissing Vox's neck.
"Alastor," Vox moaned but Alastor was not answering him.
Alastor got excited as he finally decided to use his claws to rip the shirt off of Vox. His claws left scratches on Vox's chest. Vox let out a small whimper of pain but Alastor went and kissed and licked the scratches he made. Vox felt something press against his boner. Vox realized it was Alastor's boner pressing against his. Alastor started to grind his against Vox's. Vox threw his head back and let out a moan.
"I want you," Vox managed to get out in between moans.
"I know," Alastor said as he bit into Vox's peck.
"You want me," Vox continued.
"It's a body's natural response to these activities," Alastor said as he pinned Vox's hands to the bed.
"Tell yourself what you want," Vox joked.
Alastor felt a huge headache. Alastor felt the hangover was winning. Alastor stopped and fell to the side of Vox. Vox was confused, he opened his eyes to see Alastor looking rather sick.
"Do you need something?" Vox asked as he placed a hand onto Alastor's back.
Alastor was laying on his side letting out small groans of pain. Alastor held his head in his hands. Vox started to rub his back. Alastor rolled over to snuggle up to Vox as it felt safe. Vox let out a small laugh. As Alastor looked up to see Vox's kind smile.
"Can I rest before we start again?" Alastor asked as he placed a hand on Vox's flat head.
"How about you rest and not worry about anything else," Vox answered.
"I liked your other head better," Alastor whispered as he started to drift to sleep again.
"You keep saying that," Vox laughed as he grabbed his phone and texted his assistant to cancel his appointments today.