[ thankfully, there doesn't seem to be much of anyone around. they do have to create a little distance once or twice, but overall the walk isn't unpleasantly burdened by it. ]
... Mm. For you, I'll make an exception.
[ he's been making so many of them tonight, but. ]
[another exception to add to the growing list, everything really is coming up vox. he is delighted, genuinely beaming about getting to wacky drive across town.]
I'm supposed to be spoiling you. We'll go next week. Maybe even sooner! Tomorrow! A-- [he snaps his fingers, searching for the right word,] a palette cleanser, after tonight's meal.
[now to just figure out how to imply to any and all wait staff that neither of them are interested without letting slip why they aren't. he'll figure it out.]
[ alastor finds himself laughing, fond, covering his mouth with a hand to hide just how pleased his smile's turned. ]
Tomorrow, then. A palate cleanser.
[ and that's what it ends up being. it's a nice night, alastor endures vox's driving, and overall, things are good. no one has to die, even, as no one tries to flirt.
life is... good. time passes; they are together more than they are not, and alastor is happy. he can tell that vox is happy too, and things are working with them.
vox's birthday is approaching, and alastor has a plan.
six months previous, they'd gotten a place for alastor's... 'work.' to give him time, privacy, and space so he doesn't have to worry about being caught when he's being the busy little man they both know he loves to be.
the night before vox's birthday (the night of, they're going to dinner. he can't interrupt that.) he calls vox at home just as his own broadcast ends and asks him to meet alastor for a gift. as alastor doesn't give a location, he'll know exactly where.
vox has been invited to watch before, a couple of times, but tonight is special.
tonight, when vox arrives in the warehouse, alastor will have a man tied to a chair in the center of the space, a light focused on him. he's gagged and unable to move, but it'll be clear the purpose with a single glance: the man looks strikingly like vox, down to almost the smallest detail. he's even dressed in what appears to be a replica of one of vox's suits, one that alastor had gotten him the past christmas.
the man seems to have either given up on struggling for now or is mildly drugged, as he simply appears to be allowing alastor to give his hair a trim.
so soon as vox enters alastor lifts his head, beaming. ]
Darling! You're a little early, I'm still preparing. Always eager to see me, aren't you? He's almost ready. Just needed a haircut, you understand.
[as a man in his fifties, vox hasn't put a lot of stock into his birthday for a while. but alastor wants to do something for it, and that's sweet of him, so this time - yes, they've made birthday plans, and he's even excited! things have been going so well, after all, and... educationally, he supposes.
he still just watches, when alastor invites him along. he's fine with that; he likes to be included.
so he's expecting more of that when alastor calls him to meet for a gift. he's already thinking of how to tease alastor a little about giving him a gift early, how enthusiastic, when he arrives at alastor's 'workshop.' he's stopping to hang up his coat first, one moment please...]
Of course, my dear. How are you tonight? And how is our guest-- oh!
[oh! that's him! vox's gaze darts between alastor and the body double, he supposes, eyebrows raised in obvious intrigue. darling. dearest. oh my.
he comes closer to bend down and scrutinize the handiwork a bit, humming.]
[ it's fine if vox doesn't much care for his birthdays; alastor never minds his own, really, but he just wants to do something extra special for vox for this one. he deserves it, after all.
he's still so, so pleased with himself when vox realizes what's really happening, even pausing in his current work to smile at him even wider. ]
Isn't it? I was so surprised I almost missed my chance, but he really was such a lucky find. Funnily enough, he originally approached me to, well. I told him I was happily taken.
[ with a raised eyebrow. all men are the same.
then: ]
But oh, Voxxy, you've wanted to know how I would do it, haven't you? so I want to show you in a way you can really remember. And this way, it'll be so, so much easier to imagine it's me doing it to you when you think about it later, because you'll know exactly what it looks like.
[ finally, he's satisfied with the haircut, humming and setting the scissors aside to wipe away the errant hair clippings. ]
I had to work very quickly to get this ready for you, but what timing. You can't get jealous either, darling, because you have to remember that for tonight, for this, this is you.
[ah yes, all men are the same, utterly weak for a good-looking twink. vox shrugs as if to say, yes, true, cannot deny this, and so in character! for his body double, that is.
he'd be more livid about it, someone trying to come near alastor like that, if not for... the circumstances at hand. it's taking care of itself.
so instead he watches alastor give him a haircut, already a little mesmerized about it. yes, of course he's thought about it, and of course just listening to alastor describe what he might do isn't quite the same-- vox isn't sure he's completely mentally prepared for this, in an exciting kind of way.]
Hah-- my dear, I will try my hardest. I will.
[to not get jealous, that is, holding his hands up, acquiescing. really, he'll try!
he gestures around the room, vaguely.]
Where do you want me to sit? And, Alastor, you and your gift are more than I deserve already, but can I make a request?
[a beat, ahem. he nods at the other vox and his fresh cut.]
Will you cut my hair, too? When we get home.
[the parallels of it, he's so hung up already, help.]
[ it is taking care of itself. or, well, alastor is taking care of it, because no one is as good as vox for him, so obviously anyone else that looks alastor's way has to die. even if they look almost exactly like vox.
or, considering the circumstances, especially so. ]
Mm, I know you will.
[ quiet, maybe a little charmed. at the first question he perks up and gestures to a nearby chair. ]
Front and center, my dear. I want you to be able to see and hear everything the entire time.
[ and then... oh, well, that's just sweet. ]
Of course you can, darling.
[ he steps up close, leaving the expy behind for a moment to focus on vox himself, long fingers trailing gently through his hair but not knocking it out of place. ]
I'll give you a nice little clean-up when we get home.
[ah, alastor is just the sweetest thing, isn't he... vox leans into his touch, closing his eyes briefly to savor it. he lifts a hand to trail his fingers up alastor's arm elbow to shoulder, resting there for a moment. a whole haircut... what a perfect night...]
I'm looking forward to it.
[soft, for the intimacy of a nice haircut at home. then he perks up some, leaning around alastor to look at his double.]
And I'm looking forward to this, too! Let's get started!
[vox moves to take his seat obediently, clapping his hands on his own knees like he's about to sit and watch a sports match and not a lookalike murder. he's so ready! it's going to be great!
he looks up at alastor expectantly, eagerly. let's get fucked up, darling.]
[ alastor shivers a little from the touch, anticipatory if nothing else: vox didn't ask to do it, but they're in a space now where permission is implied so it doesn't matter. alastor is always far, far more willing to be touched in this scenarios than he is in any other.
he pats vox on the head gently once he's settled, then turns to the expy, long fingers unbuttoning and removing his coat to hang it over a workbench as he steps closer. ]
Voxxy, it's time to wake up.
[ to the double, naturally: his voice is low and sweet, the same tone he uses on the rare nights when they do share a bed to sleep and alastor wakes vox in the morning.
the man only stirs after a long moment: whatever alastor gave him must have been strong. he smiles, cradling the man's face in one hand, slipping into a croon as too-familiar eyes slip open. ]
There you are, darling. Good morning.
[ it looks like things are clicking into place very quickly, because there's a full-body jerk away from alastor, whose hold doesn't relent. ]
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... Mm. For you, I'll make an exception.
[ he's been making so many of them tonight, but. ]
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I'm supposed to be spoiling you. We'll go next week. Maybe even sooner! Tomorrow! A-- [he snaps his fingers, searching for the right word,] a palette cleanser, after tonight's meal.
[now to just figure out how to imply to any and all wait staff that neither of them are interested without letting slip why they aren't. he'll figure it out.]
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Tomorrow, then. A palate cleanser.
[ and that's what it ends up being. it's a nice night, alastor endures vox's driving, and overall, things are good. no one has to die, even, as no one tries to flirt.
life is... good. time passes; they are together more than they are not, and alastor is happy. he can tell that vox is happy too, and things are working with them.
vox's birthday is approaching, and alastor has a plan.
six months previous, they'd gotten a place for alastor's... 'work.' to give him time, privacy, and space so he doesn't have to worry about being caught when he's being the busy little man they both know he loves to be.
the night before vox's birthday (the night of, they're going to dinner. he can't interrupt that.) he calls vox at home just as his own broadcast ends and asks him to meet alastor for a gift. as alastor doesn't give a location, he'll know exactly where.
vox has been invited to watch before, a couple of times, but tonight is special.
tonight, when vox arrives in the warehouse, alastor will have a man tied to a chair in the center of the space, a light focused on him. he's gagged and unable to move, but it'll be clear the purpose with a single glance: the man looks strikingly like vox, down to almost the smallest detail. he's even dressed in what appears to be a replica of one of vox's suits, one that alastor had gotten him the past christmas.
the man seems to have either given up on struggling for now or is mildly drugged, as he simply appears to be allowing alastor to give his hair a trim.
so soon as vox enters alastor lifts his head, beaming. ]
Darling! You're a little early, I'm still preparing. Always eager to see me, aren't you? He's almost ready. Just needed a haircut, you understand.
[ to more properly match, you see. ]
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he still just watches, when alastor invites him along. he's fine with that; he likes to be included.
so he's expecting more of that when alastor calls him to meet for a gift. he's already thinking of how to tease alastor a little about giving him a gift early, how enthusiastic, when he arrives at alastor's 'workshop.' he's stopping to hang up his coat first, one moment please...]
Of course, my dear. How are you tonight? And how is our guest-- oh!
[oh! that's him! vox's gaze darts between alastor and the body double, he supposes, eyebrows raised in obvious intrigue. darling. dearest. oh my.
he comes closer to bend down and scrutinize the handiwork a bit, humming.]
That is uncanny.
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he's still so, so pleased with himself when vox realizes what's really happening, even pausing in his current work to smile at him even wider. ]
Isn't it? I was so surprised I almost missed my chance, but he really was such a lucky find. Funnily enough, he originally approached me to, well. I told him I was happily taken.
[ with a raised eyebrow. all men are the same.
then: ]
But oh, Voxxy, you've wanted to know how I would do it, haven't you? so I want to show you in a way you can really remember. And this way, it'll be so, so much easier to imagine it's me doing it to you when you think about it later, because you'll know exactly what it looks like.
[ finally, he's satisfied with the haircut, humming and setting the scissors aside to wipe away the errant hair clippings. ]
I had to work very quickly to get this ready for you, but what timing. You can't get jealous either, darling, because you have to remember that for tonight, for this, this is you.
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he'd be more livid about it, someone trying to come near alastor like that, if not for... the circumstances at hand. it's taking care of itself.
so instead he watches alastor give him a haircut, already a little mesmerized about it. yes, of course he's thought about it, and of course just listening to alastor describe what he might do isn't quite the same-- vox isn't sure he's completely mentally prepared for this, in an exciting kind of way.]
Hah-- my dear, I will try my hardest. I will.
[to not get jealous, that is, holding his hands up, acquiescing. really, he'll try!
he gestures around the room, vaguely.]
Where do you want me to sit? And, Alastor, you and your gift are more than I deserve already, but can I make a request?
[a beat, ahem. he nods at the other vox and his fresh cut.]
Will you cut my hair, too? When we get home.
[the parallels of it, he's so hung up already, help.]
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or, considering the circumstances, especially so. ]
Mm, I know you will.
[ quiet, maybe a little charmed. at the first question he perks up and gestures to a nearby chair. ]
Front and center, my dear. I want you to be able to see and hear everything the entire time.
[ and then... oh, well, that's just sweet. ]
Of course you can, darling.
[ he steps up close, leaving the expy behind for a moment to focus on vox himself, long fingers trailing gently through his hair but not knocking it out of place. ]
I'll give you a nice little clean-up when we get home.
[ a brush of knuckles to his cheek. ]
Shall we? I think he's ready.
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I'm looking forward to it.
[soft, for the intimacy of a nice haircut at home. then he perks up some, leaning around alastor to look at his double.]
And I'm looking forward to this, too! Let's get started!
[vox moves to take his seat obediently, clapping his hands on his own knees like he's about to sit and watch a sports match and not a lookalike murder. he's so ready! it's going to be great!
he looks up at alastor expectantly, eagerly. let's get fucked up, darling.]
The stage is yours, my dear.
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he pats vox on the head gently once he's settled, then turns to the expy, long fingers unbuttoning and removing his coat to hang it over a workbench as he steps closer. ]
Voxxy, it's time to wake up.
[ to the double, naturally: his voice is low and sweet, the same tone he uses on the rare nights when they do share a bed to sleep and alastor wakes vox in the morning.
the man only stirs after a long moment: whatever alastor gave him must have been strong. he smiles, cradling the man's face in one hand, slipping into a croon as too-familiar eyes slip open. ]
There you are, darling. Good morning.
[ it looks like things are clicking into place very quickly, because there's a full-body jerk away from alastor, whose hold doesn't relent. ]