Val groaned, sitting on Vox’s lap in Vox’s surveillance room. Vox was staring at the screens intensely, which were all covered in images of Alastor at all different angles.

The moth demon sighed, taking a puff from his cigarette and blowing out some red smoke, looking down at Vox.

“Baby, can you touch me already?” He asked impatiently, annoyed at the fact Vox was paying attention to his enemy rather then his boyfriend.

Vox hated Alastor, that was no secret, but he was so obsessed with him.