Touch Me - Radio Fucked The Video Star

Neon Lights and Bar Fights

The neon lights flickered, casting eerie shadows across the club’s smoky interior. This wasn’t Alastor’s usual haunt. Way too fucking loud, first off. Far too fucking modern... and, generally, gay? It was like he walked into the 80's in Los Angeles and was NOT ready.

Luckily, his mind was elsewhere because tonight, was special. As he stepped inside with Vox at his side, for a moment, he felt anxious. Vox grabbed his hand, pulled him close, and whispered in his ear.
"This, is gonna be incredible. Don't worry... I got you." Alastor laughed, loud enough to silence the chatter around them.

People quieted, patrons whispering behind cupped hands. Alastor’s presence, even here, commanded attention. And Vox? Vox lived for it.
"I do think I recall that I'm the serial killer here, darling... but, thank you. This really isn't my-"
"I know. Don't worry." Vox reassured.

He used a single finger to flick Alastor's face forcefully towards his and kissed him. Furthering the astonishment of the entire establishment. Sure, they'd seen the news. But, seeing it in real life was, well fucking baffling as fuck to be honest. And yeah... Vox fucking loved that too. Tonight, he took back his fucking life.

The two made their way through the crowd, Vox’s arm casually draped around Alastor’s waist. There was a possessiveness in the gesture, a subtle claim that didn’t go unnoticed by those who dared to watch. They reached a private booth tucked away in a corner, away from prying eyes but with a perfect view of the entrance.

Velvette was already there, casually sipping a drink that matched the pink hue of her hair. She smiled brightly as they approached, though her eyes were sharp, calculating. “Right on time,” she purred, setting her glass down. “Valentino should be here any minute. Everything’s ready on my end.” She casually checked her nails as she spoke.

Vox nodded, still baffled that she was fully on board with this, as he was sliding into the booth with Alastor close behind. As he spoke, his hand found its way to Alastor’s thigh, a small, deliberate touch that sent a shiver up Alastor’s spine. “Good. Tonight, we’re making sure Valentino never forgets who’s really in control.”

Alastor leaned back, letting Vox’s words wash over him. Control. Always with the control thing. But he, surprisingly, fucking loved it. The club, the crowd, the heat... it was intoxicating in a way he hadn’t expected. He could feel the danger, the anticipation, thrumming beneath the surface, and it was thrilling. He turned his head slightly, catching Vox’s gaze. The demon’s eyes gleamed with something dark, something that made Alastor’s pulse quicken.

“You seem awfully sure of yourself,” Alastor murmured, his voice low and teasing. “You really think you can pull this off, my dear?” Vox's hand gripped Alastor's though harder, sliding up his leg beneath the table. Alastor couldn't stop himself from grabbing the edge of the table and making a weird face that caused Velvette to choke on her drink while she watched them.

"No. Okay? No, as hot as fuck as the two of you are, we've kinda got something to do here. So, if you guys could keep it in your pants for a few hours at the fucking least-"
Vox sighed, "Yeah, yeah... we'll 'behave.' For now..." leaning back over to Alastor, Vox bit Alastor's bottom lip gently.
"Jesus fucking Christ. If the two of you weren't offensively sexy, I'd kick both your asses right now." Velvette scoffed. "Focus."

Vox’s nails dug into Alastor’s thigh, while he tried to pretend he was fine and didn't wanna throw him on the table right then and there. His smile widening into something almost predatory. “I’ve been wanting all of this for a long fucking time, Al. Tonight, Valentino pays for every fucking bullshit thing he's dragged me through, every insult. And you-” his voice dipped lower, filled with something sultry, “-you’re perfect. Wait, no, accomplice. Perfect accomplice, that's definitely what I  meant to say. I think.”