Alastor's Vs

Chapter 2

Valentino's POV

After the shoot, I let Angel out of the studio. I feel like being a little kind tonight. Normally I'd make him do a few more, but I have a couple of fine specimens to be getting to right now. I walk out of the studio and run into Velvette.

"Hey, piss baby. How much are you planning to 'borrow' from me?" She's talking about the drug. How long do I have to drug Alastor until he stays here willingly?

"Until I'm satisfied. I'm paying you back anyways at one point."

"Great. Now go fuck yourself." She gives me the bird and walks away. I just ignore her and keep walking to Vox's room. I open the door to see Alastor asleep on Vox's shoulder. Vox is asleep, laying his head against the bed behind them. I strip down to my boxers and pick up the little deer. I place him in the middle of the bed. I do the same with Vox, placing him beside Al. I climb into bed on the other side of the Radio Demon and pull the blanket over us three. Alastor won't need another dose until morning. I fall asleep holding Alastor with my two lower arms.

Alastor's POV

My eyes flutter open. The morning sun blinds my eyes and I groan. I close them again and hide under the blanket. I don't want to get up. Too tired to deal with life.

I hear footsteps coming closer. Right, I'm still at the V's tower. Ugh. I don't want an overgrown TV baby to be the first thing I see this morning. I need a good cup of coffee. I hear the door creak up and a few quiet footsteps.

"Al, time to wake up. It's already 10 am. I brought a cup of coffee for you," Vox's voice fills my ears. I reach my arm out of the blanket and flip him off. "Not a morning person. Val is making breakfast. Be down in ten minutes." He sets down the cup of coffee on the nightstand and leaves. My arm returns to the warmth of the blanket. I sit up, wrapping myself in the blanket, and grab the cup of coffee. I look at it. Should I drink it? Who knows what Valentino or Vox put in it.

Well. I don't have much to live for. And if this coffee does kill me, will I go to double Hell? Ha! I'm still wearing the clothes from yesterday. Where are my actual clothes? Not this ugly blue on me. Better than nothing, I suppose. I take a sip of the coffee. I taste a hint of blood. My favorite. I wonder who the blood belongs to though. I keep sipping the coffee, watching the clock.

I've already drunk half of it by the time Vox comes back. He stands at the door, just watching me. I sip my coffee uncomfortably. He smiles at me and I narrow my eyes.

"What do you want, Vox?" My annoyance level is rising every minute those pixelated eyes look at me.

"You're just so darn cute snuggling in my blanket, drinking your morning coffee."

"I am not cute. I'm just tired."

"We need to get you some clothes for you. Blue isn't your color."

"I have my own clothes, you imbecile. I'm not a child you need to take clothes shopping for."

"Come down the hall, breakfast is almost done." Vox leaves again. I finish off my coffee and stand up, the blanket falling behind me on the bed. I stretch, getting a satisfying pop. If I just play nice and pretend to stay, they'll take me off the drug and I can run the fuck out of here. I just can't completely give myself up like that or they'll catch on. Just little by little.

I walk out of the room, not exactly knowing where to go. Just follow the scent of food. Doesn't Vox have a chef? Why is Val cooking? I walk in the kitchen/dining room and sit down in front of Vox.

"Morning baby," Valentino greets me, kissing the side of my head. He places a plate of pancakes, sausages, and eggs in front of me. He does the same with Vox. Velvette walks in, doing something on her mobile device.

"Hey, fuckers." She sits down next to Vox, who rolls his eyes. Val hands her a plate as he sits down next to me.

"Today, I have a shitload of work to do. So Al can hang out with Val today," Vox says.

"I can't unless Alastor wants to be in my studio. I doubt it. You know, we can make some good money off of you." He points his fork at me. "I can make you a star. You know how many freaks will love to see you getting fucked and being a moaning mess."

"I'll pass."

"Val, Al is uncomfortable with the idea of sex. Don't force him into anything he doesn't want to do."

"I'm forced to be here and I'd rather be anywhere else." I lay my arms on the table and put my head in them. I'm so tired. I got a good sleep last night. They must have given me something in that coffee. But I was tired before I even drank it. Strange. I yawn before I close my eyes.

Vox's POV

I stare at the sleeping deer. His ears flop down on the sides of his head. So cute. I need to get him clothes. Val has already agreed on buying him clothes since he isn't that busy today. I could do my work in my room. I mentally shrug my shoulders. I grab both our plates and set them in the fridge. He didn't even touch his food and I only ate half of mine. I grab the sleeping deer and take him to my room. He's such a deep sleeper. How did he not wake up? I accidentally bumped him into the wall and he's still asleep. How?!

I set him on the bed and cover him up with a blanket. I grab my papers from my office and bring them to my room. I don't have a desk so I sit on the floor. I use a clipboard to write when I need to. Mostly signing and organizing the papers. Reading the fine print in a few papers. Wouldn't want to get scammed. A few I trash. I make sure I wasn't too loud when I crumple the paper. I look over at Al every time I do it. He stays asleep, sometimes moving a little. Either moving his head slightly or grabbing onto a pillow closer to his face. He's so peaceful when he's sleeping. I finish organizing the papers by ABC order and get up to file them. I return from my office and look at the sleeping beauty in front of me. In MY bed and wearing MY clothes. It's a dream come true.

I leave the room, letting the deer sleep. My assistant calls me down to the lobby. Apparently someone is here to see me. I sit in the elevator, hoping my assistant didn't call me down for some stupid low class sinner. The elevator door opens and my usual smile is plastered on my face. I see the King of Hell and his little brat waiting beside my employee.