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Vox sighed as he leaned against the door of his office, not wanting to go in. He had mountains of paperwork to deal with thanks to a host of interns quitting at the last minute for some stupid reason or another. He was tempted to just go right to bed and push it onto someone else. He sighed and unlocked the door, letting himself in. He kicked the door shut behind him and tilted his head when he saw Alastor was seated in a chair and tied up with cables.

“Ah, Al?” Vox tilted his head a little. “What the fuck are you doing in here? Why are you tied up? And how in the fuck did you even get in here? I lock this place up when I’m out all day.”

“Surprise,” Alastor hummed as he used his legs to spin the chair around. “You seemed to enjoy when I was your little prisoner, and I thought that I would give you a little treat today.”

“I’m either asleep or dead,” Vox said as he went over to his desk and dropped his keys on it. “I’ve never had a dream this good. And I don’t think you got to Heaven if you die in Hell, so…” He looked at Alastor. “This is real?”

“Very,” Alastor nodded. “But if you decide to put that gag on me like you did in the past, or if you make me watch you be with that moth, I will leave. And I may not come back.”

“Well, can’t have that,” Vox shrugged. “Drink?”

“Whiskey,” Alastor said as he crossed one of his legs over the other. Vox conjured up two glasses and pulled out a bottle of whiskey that he kept for special occasions. Vox filled them and took a sip from his own before he moved to hold the other up for Alastor. Alastor obediently sipped from the glass, opting not to use his tentacles.

“So, you wanted to just let me have a hostage for a bit,” Vox mused. “And do I get to announce that I have you as a prisoner or not?”

“Don’t push it,” Alastor said pleasantly. Vox chuckled and looked Alastor over. “And don’t get any ideas about that either.”

“About what?” Vox asked innocently.

“You and I both know that you’re thinking about filthy things regarding me and this chair,” Alastor stated. “And I won’t be subjected to any of it. You are to be on your best behavior with me like this.”

“Go on,” Vox encouraged as he took another drink from his own glass, leaning against the desk. “What are the rest of the rules regarding this little treat of yours? I’m really curious about how much you thought about this.”

“The big thing is that I’m here to be your little hostage, that’s it,” Alastor explained. “There’s nothing more to it. No sex. No announcements. Just enjoy this part.”

“Mm, something’s missing,” Vox admitted as he swirled his drink. “It’s not quite the same as before…” He hummed in thought. “What exactly is it…”

“You always told me that this place was your little quiet space, and yet, with all the noise you produce, I find it hard to get a sense of the quiet part,” Alastor pointed out.

“There it is,” Vox perked up with a laugh. “Your smug bullshit was just the icing on the cake for this little situation between us.”

“Mm, I try,” Alastor shrugged. There was a sudden knock on the door before Velvette barged in with her phone in hand as always.

“Vox, one of my models has just quit on me,” she stated. “She’s spouting some shit about not wanting to be treated like a doll or some stupid thing-“ She stopped and looked at Vox, then at Alastor, then back at Vox. “What are you getting up to in here, Vox?”

“Nothing,” Vox insisted as he took another drink. “Not a thing, Velvette. You need a new model then? I can put out some ads.”

“Actually,” Velvette eyed Alastor a little. “Are you free, Deer Boy?”

“In a way,” Alastor admitted. “Do you require something of me, my dear?”

“I’m just gonna borrow you for a bit, nothing special,” Velvette said, taking hold of the back of the chair and pushing Alastor out of the room. Vox stammered a bit and let out a soft sigh.

“I never get to have anything,” he complained.

“Ahem,” Alastor cleared his throat as he was wheeled into Vox’s office after being gone for three hours. Velvette had a little fun and changed his hair and clothes to something much more stylish in her eyes. His hair had gone from his demonic bob to lush, voluminous curls that suited him perfectly. His normal suit was replaced with a satin, black dress shirt and a ruby-red waistcoat along with sleek black slacks that hugged his slender hips and flared out at the ankles a little.

“One sec,” Vox said as he typed on his computer. “I’m just finishing up the ad for the new models. I think Velvette will be very pleased with-“ He stopped when he glanced at Alastor, blinking a few times.

“What do you think?” Velvette asked as she snapped a few pictures on her phone. “He cleans up nice, doesn’t he?”

“Y-yeah,” Vox said, nodding a little as he looked Alastor over. “Y-you-you look fantastic.”

“Thank you,” Alastor hummed.

“From now on, you come to see me before you see him,” Velvette said, patting Alastor’s shoulder. “You need to spruce up, and I get to have fun by dressing you up.” He chuckled and gave her a nod as she slipped out of the room. Vox got up and walked around Alastor.

"Holy shit,” Vox said in disbelief. “You look fucking great, Alastor.” He leaned against the desk to look at him as he crossed his arms. “Fuck.”

“No sex,” Alastor reminded with amusement.

“Can I at least give you a kiss?” Vox asked. Alastor sighed and nodded. Vox leaned close and pecked his lips gently. “So, what was the plan other than being in this chair?”

“Not much,” Alastor admitted. “I thought I’d just give you a little reminder of this moment between us. Of course, with your memory, I’ll be doing it regularly.”

“You are such a sweet, annoying thing, aren’t you?” Vox half-mocked. “Be a doll, keep that up for me, would you? It’s just so magical for me.” Alastor rolled his eyes as he laughed to himself.