Alastor waited a solid minute, or what felt like it, with the phone's receiver against his ear. Husk was dead silent, though what kept him on the line was the audible breathing on the other end, sounding like it was getting rapid.

"BAHAHAHAHA! ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?!" Husk erupted into laughter. "NO FUCKIN' WAY! AHAHA-"

"..."

The deer could feel the flush on his face, able to imagine that damn feline's normally dead as doornails face twist into pure joy. His shoulders twitching as he looked down, he felt anger for just a split *Just* a split second, before he simply placed down the phone. He should've expected it, but he wasn't exactly angry at Husk. If anything, that reaction was what he feared, and confirmed just how much he needed a guiding hand. But, who else could he even turn to?

Looking around and seeing a Niffty who wasn't there before staring, he cringed visibly, to which her smile widened.

"Is something wrong?"

"..."

"Do you need any help with anything-"

"NO."

Niffty's smile didn't falter as she just nodded the second the word left Alastor's mouth. Swallowing, the deer turned right around in his spinning chair, facing outwards.

"Ahem... my apologies, my lovely assistant. I am just..." Alastor blinked fast. "out of sorts lately! I'll have to apologize to the others for my recent behavior as-"

"You and Angel's noises last night?"

Alastor froze again. "E... excuse me?"

"All the racket! The entire hotel could hear your noises! Though, it was mostly you-"

Alastor was out of there in an instant. The shadows taking him anywhere but near the hotel, he was in the heart of the city, the plaza filled with the noise of sinners, technology, and mobiles. Standing in the middle of the crowd, he took a deep breath. This was all too much for him to process. The last thing he needed now was-

"Ah, is that you, Radio Demon?"

"...a distraction." Alastor muttered disappointedly, looking towards the voice of a friend. An enemy. A frenemy. Boy, was this frazzling.

"Fight me." Vox spoke dramatically, and as he did, some nearby light poles and projectors fizzled. Not the cars on the street though, because he's sometimes considerate like that.

"No."

Vox blinked as he got out of his villainous pose, posture slumping a bit as he stared. "Huh? What, you having erectile dysfunction?"

Alastor nearly didn't register that as his eyes crinkled. The insult was so clearly not going to affect him, and yet, it was near the actual issue. So, he decided to go to the bench behind the television demon and sit. Feeling Vox's stare, he was bracing himself for another attempt at a jab. Surprisingly, they'd decided to just sit next to him, looking concerned.

"That look doesn't suit you." Alastor spoke defiantly.

"That one doesn't suit you either." Vox looked out to the plaza, demons walking or flying to wherever they were going. Probably shopping. "So, is your dick not working, or?"

"My penis works just fine, thank you."

"You sure? 'Cause I know I can get it working if you let me-"

"Please," Alastor facepalmed, facing the sky. "no. I am having real problems, and you are sexually harrassing me. Why does everyone sexually harrass me?"

"'Cause you're in hell and standards never existed. Not in the human world, and much less in hell." Vox shrugged with a tiny smile, a lot less threatening than the average. "Everyone saw you leave the party. And since everyone was at the orgy, a lotta people have been talking..."

"By people, you mean the overlords." Alastor was still facepalming.

"Yes."

"Pray tell, which ones."

"So you can kill them?"

"No, I want to shake their hands."

"Ones that have been cut off?"

"Yes."

Vox shrugged, looking left, away from Alastor. "Oh, you know... Val."

"Of course."

"Rosie."

"Oh, God."

"The Eldritches."

"Haven't met them."

"The Jackies."

"The who?"

"The Chans."

Alastor turned his head to Vox. "The who?"

"Well gee, I don't know every overlord in the city, Alastor!"

Shaking his head, Alastor figured this was the least of his issues right now. Nearly placing a hand on the other demon's shoulder, he winced, pulling back, then wiping sweat off his forehead. Then, he indeed did grab the other's shoulder, pulling them into a portal, and leaving them sitting off the edge of a building. This one had a better view of the plaza and was faaaar above.

"What the-?!" Vox nearly toppled off, but Alastor clapped his hands on the TV demon like a sandwich, one hand on their chest, and the other on their spine. "What the fuck, Al'?!"

"I need a word. Privately!" Alastor's eyes were spiraling.

Vox's face went meek. "Evidently! Just, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Alastor stood up on the edge and facepalmed yet again, this time with both hands, as if crying.

"Everyone... everyone knows... right?"

Vox hesitantly stood up as well, looking off the height they were on. Good thing it wasn't too windy today. "What? That you're my long lost brother? No, no one knows."

Alastor put on his grin, but his eyes betrayed him. "The orgy..."

"The one you ditch every year." Vox continued.

The deer nodded, a bit of breeze blowing his hair, lighter red than the darker sky.

"...Yes, we're aware you don't like sex. It's not exactly new news."

"And you all think I'm a virgin."

"Old news, Al'." Vox rolled his eyes, spreading his arms out. "Hey, if I fall, will you catch me?"

"I need... advice." Alastor ignored the question, facing away.

Vox snorted quietly, but Alastor had heard it. "So. It's you and Angel, isn't it?"

Alastor didn't move an inch. The deer instincts were kicking in a lot more than usual.

"...Well, does he like you?"

"I..." Alastor rubbed his arms oppositely, shivering. He could not face Vox like this. "...I think he does. Well, we've been dating a while, and it's really been..."

Vox chuckled. "So that's why you've been gone as of late. Found a new hobby other than feasting on some poor lords, hm?"

Alastor shot a light glare. "You say that as if you don't dabble in romance. You and that hornmoth..."

"Guilty as charged." Vox maintained his smile, crossing his arms. "I mean, if he's into you, you're all set."

"You don't understand." Alastor gritted his teeth, static as the stress built. "The... the sex... I'm not sure..."

Vox raised a brow. "And Angel is quite experienced. You think he won't show you how things are done?"

Alastor's face was on fire. "I am not content to just let him guide me. I want to... to..."

Vox groaned. "Spit it out! I'm not about to judge ya now!"

"I want to please him! It's... irresponsible to just, let him do all the work! That's all he's been doing these past days-"

"Oooh, spicy."

"Ugh. I cannot let him continue to service me while he gets nothing in return." Alastor threw his hands down, hellish symbols popping in and out of existence around his head as his mind writhed in confusion.

"Wow, not even a reach around?" Vox sat back down, swinging his legs. "So selfish..."

"I was afraid of harming him." Alastor shot back, embarrassed. "And... well... I'm worried he'll be antsy, on account of... well, I eat demons. So, my mouth..."

Vox looked amused. "You are so goddamn adorable. You know that?"

"Stop."

"As I said, if he is that into you, you don't need anything else. Copy what he does if you really feel bad about not giving back." Vox threw his hands up, tone bored. "Speaking of, are you a top, or?"

"What?"

"Y'know, who usually sticks it in first?"

"That is what I have been afraid of. There has been no sticking in yet."

Vox wheezed a laugh. "Pfft, okay. Well... I think it's a safe bet you'll top. So, go doggystyle. Can't fail."

Alastor cocked an eye. "Dog style? What is..."

"Ah. Right." Vox snapped his fingers, a book appearing in his hand from blue flames. "Here you go! Read up, and you should be fine."

Tossing the book over, Alastor looked over the title. Shuddering, he flipped straight to the first page. "This... this is all I need?"

"All ya need is loooove~" Vox sang out as he turned away. "Anyways, as fun as this is, I've got shit to do."

The TV demon grinned as an idea came to mind. "And hey. If things do fail, Val and I can private tutor-"

Seeing nothing but the cement of the rooftop, he smiled to himself. Another presence shortly appearing behind him, he knew it was from the weight of the steps. As hands slinked around him, he crooned against that touch, as tongue met his neck.

"You know... you could've had him ask me."

"Have him ask his current boyfriend's ex? I'm not that cut out for that level of evil."