Posing For A Picture | Radiostatic

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"Vox~..."

"Vox~..."

A sultry tone whispered, prompting Vox to wake up. He groans and shifts to face away from the voice but it follows him. He eventually opens his eyes, his screen loading for a minute before he looks behind him. Valentino grinned and leaned on Vox's shoulder, hugging him firmly from behind. "Good morning, Vox." Val purred.

There was a red smoke seeping all over the room and suddenly Vox remembered this morning. There was an addicting substance in his mouth which he immediately recognized as Val's poisonous saliva. The room itself was quiet aside from the sound of quiet music playing.

Vox looked over at the clock on Valentino's bedside table, and it revealed that it was three pm. He sat up groggily, pushing Valentino off. His head felt like it was pounding so he had to prop his elbows up on his knees and lean into his hands. "Shut up..." He huffed, rubbing his screen tiredly.

Vox's back was sore.

His head was pounding.

Felt no better than a hangover and it didn't even distract him from the fact that he wished he would've slept with Alastor again instead.

"That's not very nice." Val pouted, sitting up and taking hold of Vox's shoulders. He leans his chest against Vox's back, kissing his neck a few times before biting down and letting his teeth sink in. Vox let out a sharp inhale but other than that he didn't really react. "I don't care, right now." Vox muttered, pulling away from Valentino, making him break the bite.

Val grumbled, starting to get a bit irritated now. His antennae pin back and he folds his arms. "You can't seriously be thinking about that Radio Demon again, can you? I swear, he's not important!"

"He was to me!" Vox yelled, feeling a lump in his throat again. "He always was to me!" Vox's voice had dropped a bit and it really showed how frustrated he was with this situation. Valentino raised a brow moving to sit next to Vox, before reaching a hand out that Vox quickly slapped away.

There was a long pause before Valentino made an annoyed squeak the way moths do.

"You know, just because he was the first man you fell in love with, doesn't mean he has to be the last. He broke you to pieces but I can fix you, baby." Valentino purred. His top right hand grabbed the bottom of Vox's screen, tilting his head up so he would be forced to come closer. His top left rests on Vox's shoulder, while his bottom left and right grab his waist.

"You just have to let me." He continued, before kissing Vox and spitting his poison saliva in forcefully. Vox attempted to pull away, but when someone has two more arms than you do, it's quite hard to do anything.

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Back at the hotel, Charlie and Angel were baking something, while Vaggie leaned on the counter and ogled at her girlfriend. Nifty was sitting on Huskers bar counter, watching from afar as Alastor came down from his room.

Everyone looks so happy down here. Not a frown in the room. That's good.

He thought, trying to distract himself from the whole situation with his father calling. Still, now that that's happened it really made him think. He's always been scared of his father but now that he is stronger he feels like he is able to stand up and say no.

Like he was able to protect the things that he wanted to keep.

Not only the heirloom but...

Could I protect Vox too?

Alastor pondered, looking at his gloved hand and playing with the ring underneath with his thumb. He felt a slight warmth in his chest as he walked out of the hotel without being noticed.

He knew who he wanted to give the ring to now.

All he had to do was apologize first.

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At the sound of the doorbell ringing, Vox pushed Valentino off of him and tripped his way out of the bed, falling flat on his screen- no pun intended- before pushing himself up and detailing himself from the blankets. "Let Vel get it!" Valentino barked, sitting up and pulling his cape back over his shoulders.

"No, I... I needed to stretch my legs anyways," Vox huffed, quickly grabbing one of Valentino's robes and pulling it on. "This will have to wait." He muttered. Valentino sighed and leaned back, taking a cigarette from the box on his bedside table and lighting it. "Fine. I have to run to the studio anyways."

Vox pulled the robes belt tight before heading out of the room and into the elevator, where Velvette was.

"Oh did you want to-"

"I was just gonna-"

"Were you-"

The two talked over each other for a minute before Velvette stepped back to let Vox out to answer the door. He walks down the hall before reaching the door.

There was a slight hesitation to open the door but he couldn't put his finger on why.

He soon collected himself and pulled the door open, met with a delivery man on the other end. For some reason, he was expecting someone else...

"Sign here, your installation is finished."

God... Damnit...

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Danke Fürs Lesen. Thanks For Reading.

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