#switch!vox

some fluffy radiostatic before they broke terms or friendship or whatever word count: just under 4.3k

tw/cws: tickling, a little swearing (that's all I can think of)

switch vox, switch alastor

It was a late night up in the Vee Tower. Alastor and Vox were laying on the floor, papers and notebooks laid in front of them. Alastor was laughing because of some stupid joke Vox had made. Vox smiles fondly at him. The deer had the purest, most wholesome laughter. He could get used to it. Moonlight filtered through the window in the corner of the room, bathing the two in a soft, silvery glow. Vox's screen brightness turned down a little. 

Alastor scribbles something down on a paper, sketching out a messy building in his own unique style. Vox watched intently as Alastor drew a somewhat scribbly radio setup, complete with a microphone for both him and Vox. 'Look! See, you'd broadcast here, and then I could joke with you--it could be like--like a talk show!' Alastor's talking was over excited and hyper.

Vox simply smiled at him, all fond. He pointed to a certain spot on the radio, playfully stealing Alastor's pencil and drawing a bench on the paper. "So we can sit.'

"No, no, you draw it like this--' Alastor took Vox's hand, guiding the movements into drawing it properly. He would playfully swat Vox when the other wouldn't cooperate with him. 'Hold your hand still--Vox! Quit it.' Alastor finished 'drawing' it--well, assisting--then sat back with a smile. He picked up a paper of a rough sketch that he thought looked bad, crumpled it up, and threw it across the room. It bounced off Alastor's coat that was hanging off a chair. Alastor rolled his eyes and went back to his other sketch.

Vox leaned over to stare at the sketch. He stared at the way Alastor’s hands moved when he did his little drawings and wrote things. It was almost…attractive. Alastor hadn’t noticed his friend staring yet. Vox had no idea why Alastor had such a hold on him like this. He had never felt so pulled to someone. Alastor glanced back at him, rolling his eyes fondly. He knew how stupidly infatuated Vox seemed to be with him. It always amused the deer just to play into Vox’s odd staring spells. 

‘Vox. Vox! Vox, are you even–’ Alastor chucks a pencil at the television demon, snorting when it hits and bounces off Vox’s antenna. ‘I–what? Oh! Right, yes, I am.’ Vox snaps out of his trance. Scooting so he could be right next to Alastor. He felt his screen heat up a little, probably showing off a light blue blush. 

‘What even goes on in this stupid head of yours?’ Alastor asks, putting both hands on either side of Vox’s box-like television head. He giggles to himself when he achieves the goal of getting Vox more flustered. ‘You–you’d be surprised, Alastor. I can actually, you know, come up with plans,’ he answers. Alastor shakes his head with an exasperated look, shoving Vox playfully. 

He sat back to take his boots off, revealing deer hooves. Alastor placed the boots next to the chair that had his jacket hanging from it. The Radio Demon sat back down on the floor in a kneeling position over all the sketches and notebooks. He didn’t see Vox move at all, so he assumed he was still ‘recovering’ from the playful push.

But Vox? He was utterly fascinated by the hooves that were revealed. The fur around them was a dark ebony, meanwhile the hooves and dewclaws themselves were a crimson red. His eyes fixated on the rough-looking texture of the hooves contrasted with the soft fur around them. He just wanted to reach over and dig his claws into the fur and pet the hooves and make Alastor all flustered. That would show him.

Although he doubted that would ever happen.

Alastor noticed the staring and shifted his weight so he could pull his legs underneath him to better hide the hooves. ‘Don’t stare like that. They aren’t all that special. I’m sure some other demon around here has them too.’ He could almost feel Vox’s smile directed at him. ‘Vox. I am so serious right now, if you think they’re some kind of thing to idolize, you’re a bit insane in the head, my friend.’

Vox looked bewildered at the almost irritated tone in Alastor’s voice. “What? No no no, they’re pretty! The way the fur looks! Hooves are so cute for such a scary little demon like you!’ He slips a bit of baby talk into the end of the sentence, making Alastor snort. 

“Most demons have them, Vox.’

“I know. But yours are pretty.’ Vox frowns a little at Alastor’s seemingly self-deprecating tone. ‘The hooves make me feel like some innocent creature trying to be more than something he actually is.’ 

‘That’s not–no. The hooves help you be more powerful in a way–I’m sure the deer traits account to being able to move quickly and efficiently.’ Alastor looks at him with a slight nod. ‘I suppose. You’re too kind, Vox.’ Alastor goes back to the sketch. Vox leaned in as if to hug him, but instead earned another playful shove. Instead of just taking it, Vox lunges at Alastor and tackles him. The two go tumbling down in a fit of laughter and playful insults. 

The pencil cluttered from Alastor’s hand as they wrestled. Vox stares down at how giggly Alastor had gotten. Clearly the deer wasn’t used to being able to be playful around someone. He gazes down at how adorable the fawn looked. A genuine smile on his face for once. Alastor struggles to push Vox off, then his wrists get pinned above his head. 

A nervous laugh escapes him, and it luckily went unnoticed by the absolute buffoon on top of him. Vox cooed and scratched gently under Alastor’s chin just to tease and mess with him. Alastor giggled softly, and could feel the deer tail underneath him trying to wag. Another thing that went unnoticed by Vox. Alastor managed to yank a hand out of Vox’s grip and grabbed Vox’s arm in a slight panic.

‘Awh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle that I’m in control?’ Vox gently grabbed Alastor’s face to make the deer have eye contact with him. Vox laughs and teases Alastor as he notices a light pink spreading across Alastor’s cheeks. ‘Is someone a nervous little buck? Hm?’ Vox made a television static noise as Alastor mustered up the strength to shove him off. ‘You are insufferable.’ Alastor sat back down near his sketches.

‘And you’re the one who chose to come up and hang out with me to draw little pictures because you got bored,’ Vox shot back. Alastor mutters some insult under his breath, then quips, ‘And sometimes I wonder why I even made that decision to begin with. They also aren’t just little pictures. They are sketches for a radio tower plan–like a talk show! We’ll broadcast all over hell and we could do insane little things, like killing demons, getting souls sold to us, or just…talking, I suppose.’

One of Alastor’s shadowy tendrils retrieved the pencil back to his hand. He went back to adjusting the bench drawn earlier. Alastor felt a certain someone lean on him from behind, arms wrapping around him. Essentially a hug from behind. Claws settled on his stomach and he involuntarily tensed up. Flinching a little. 

Vox interpreted the flinch as pain, so moved his hands up to Alastor’s sides. Same reaction, so he settled for just leaning on Alastor and having his hands leaning on the floor instead. An odd position, but it worked. Alastor was just happy Vox was a bit too dense to connect the dots that the flinches meant he was ticklish. Vox teased him, ‘You’re so tense. Are you sure you don’t need a massage or something?’

He reaches up to massage Alastor's shoulders, earning another flustered squeak and denial of needing it. ‘Stop it! You are something else, I swear.’ He labels the things in the sketch–a microphone, bench, all the dials, and then adds the minor details. ‘I need–oh! Thank you.’ Vox seemed to have read his mind as he was handed a pen to ink over the pencil sketch. 

Vox looked up at Alastor’s deer ear. Scritching it gently just to see what kind of reaction he could pull from him this time. The squeak that came from the little buck was absolutely priceless. Alastor scrambles back as Vox stands up with a shit eating grin. The radio host squeaks again. It was so uncharacteristic of him. ‘Al. Why are you being so skittish?’ Vox asks–both teasing and genuine. 

Alastor stared back in amusement and bewilderment. ‘You could be trying to attack me! Hurt me! I don’t know of your twisted intentions, and I never know what you plan to do to me, you absolute buffoon!’ Vox noticed Alastor kept a certain distance from him. He knelt down. Staring and being all fond toward the nervous deer. After a moment, Alastor stood up, hooves clicking on the hardwood floor as he sat back down. 

His hooves were on full display. He hadn’t tucked them underneath him. Vox approaches with a sort of caution to him. It was more of a fascinated child, though. He wanted so badly to reach out and touch the hooves. Surely a little prod couldn’t be too harmless? There was the risk of the deer deciding to quite literally murder him. It was worth the risk. 

Vox reached over and took one of Alastor’s hooves in his hand. Alastor whips around, half rolling as he pulls his leg back. Vox keeps a firm but loving hold. ‘What? I can’t admire these pretty little hooves?’ He drags a glowing claw down the hoof, earning a choked noise. Alastor kicks, nearly making contact with Vox’s head. Vox catches his leg, holding both of them down. Alastor manages to hold composure, simply staring at Vox in both confusion and annoyance.

‘Let go.’ Alastor pulls his legs back somewhat–Vox lets him. ‘But why? I’m simply studying how they look.’ A claw scratches at the split in Alastor’s hoof. The deer lets out a strangled noise and fully yanks his hooves from the grasp of the mildly irritating demon. ‘Would you quit that?’ Alastor hisses. More playful than anything. 

Vox felt a jab to the ribs. He squeaks softly and scoots back. Alastor smiles, setting the pencil down on his sketch. ‘Are you–’ ‘No!” Alastor climbed on top of Vox. Who instantly began to blush from the close proximity. ‘I think you are.’ 

Vox tried to play innocent. ‘I’m…what? You’re sitting—you’re on me like I did something wrong. I simply squeaked, it’s a perfectly normal reaction when sta–hahahartled!--’ Vox giggles hard as Alastor drags claws down his ribs. He hadn’t expected for Alastor to actually continue. He was going more for him just ignoring the squeak. ‘Just like it’s a perfectly normal reaction to giggle like a young teenager when I poke at you?’

Vox snorts and turns to the side. ‘Shuhut uhup! I’m–nohot giggling!” Alastor rolls his eyes, slowly pushing Vox’s shirt up to expose luminescent, shark gill-like markings on his ribs. Lower ribs, that is. Vox made a noise of surprise. Alastor curiously slid his claws down the markings, earning strangled giggles from the television beneath him.

Vox squirms, trying to get the deer off of him. Although, he wasn’t entirely against Alastor’s claws on his body. Another embarrassing noise escaped him and he managed to roll onto his side a bit. Alastor laughs softly, leaning down to tease him. ‘What’s the matter? Are you ticklish? You’ve never told me! Tickle tickle tickle! Oh, what’s the matter, can’t handle a few claws on your sides?’ Vox laughs loud, then tries to squirm away. Alastor rolls his eyes and sits half across Vox’s back. ‘You really are insufferable. And stubborn.’ 

Vox snorts and giggles hard. “Gehehet off of mehehe!’ Alastor smiles down at him teasingly. “I don’t think I will. I want to test something.’ He tickles down Vox’s sides and waist, making the other jerk away from the touches. Alastor’s hands simply followed the movements so it wasn’t very effective to squirm. Vox snickered as Alastor drilled into his hips. Right on the sides of them. ‘Stahahap it! Awahahay–from thehehere!’ ‘Away from where? Your ticklish little hips?’

Vox makes a screeching noise, his screen glitching out for a moment. ‘Ahah–Ahalastor!’ Vox lazily–but effectively–rolls onto his back. Alastor grunts softly, struggling for a moment to pull his hands out from under Vox. ‘You are such a pest.’ The deer wrestles him back into a relatively restrained position, spidering his claws over Vox’s stomach. Vox squeals and thrashes, arching his back and falling back onto the floor with a cackle. ‘Ahaha–ahah–aHAHALASTOR!’ 

Alastor struggled to stay on top of the struggling demon. ‘Hold–still! Please. It’d make this a lot easier for myself!” Vox protests, flopping weakly onto his side and curling up into a little defensive ball. Alastor sighs softly and scribbles down his exposed sides. ‘Honestly, you’d think you’d have learned not to try to struggle. It really doesn’t get you anywhere.’ 

Vox giggled frantically. Alastor drills into his hips again which earned himself a startled laugh. ‘Okahahay! Gehehet awahahay from mehehe!’ Alastor shakes his head, teasing, ‘Oh, no, my dearest Vox. You don’t get to tell me to get away when I’ve barely started my fun!’ Alastor digs his claws into Vox’s ribs, loving the way the other’s body jerked and static ran through his body. ‘Fa–AHACK!’ “Language!” Alastor gasps in mock offense, squeezing Vox’s hips, earning a startled yelp.

‘I’m nohohoht–t-t-trying to swHEhear!’ Vox protests, flipping onto his side. Alastor took the opportunity to attack Vox’s openly vulnerable ribs, tickling up and down the ribcage. Vox shrieks and goes to grab Alastor. Alastor grabs the wrist that shot toward him and pulls it up above Vox’s head. He leans down to nibble along Vox’s ribs, making the poor demon glitch out for a minute. ‘Aha-AHA–A–Alastohor!’ 

He yanks his arm out of Alastor’s grip, then goes onto his back again. ‘Stahahap ihihit! Thehere is noho need to haharrass-’ 

“Oh, my dear, but there is! You see, you were being quite a nuisance to me so I took it upon myself to tickle it out of you!’ Alastor scribbles along Vox’s waist then his stomach, watching as the television squirmed beneath him. Vox giggled harder at the stupid teasing. 

He reaches a hand up to paw at Alastor, grazing against the deer’s ribs. Alastor instantly stopped the tickling, his body flinching away in the slightest of motions. Of course, Vox just had to notice it. Alastor scrambles backward, already having his smile wider. ‘Vox.’

‘Oh, Alastor…’ 

‘What?’ The deer glared at him. Honestly, the last thing he needed was this pest discovering he was ticklish. Alastor stands up, his hooves clicking slightly. Alastor’s ears twitched ever so slightly–both from nervousness and anticipation. Vox stood up as well, his eyes glancing at Alastor’s ears for a brief moment before he stepped forward. Alastor could feel his tail start to wag–he knew what was coming.

‘Are you ticklish?’ 

‘No!’ 

Vox lunges toward the deer. Alastor didn’t even have time to react. He felt himself be half pulled to Vox, but to be dramatic he threw himself back so Vox fell onto the floor. Vox grunted softly and chuckled low. ‘You know Al, you make this worse for yourself. Because I can just..’ Vox slowly raises Alastor’s arms above his head. He could see the way the little buck squirmed and already started giggling. It made him wonder if someone else did this to Alastor. He hooked Alastor’s arms under his own to make it somewhat easier to use his hands freely. Alastor hissed some protest, but it was ignored. 

Vox places his claws on Alastor’s sides, noting the sharp intake of breath from the other. Alastor squirmed slightly again. He barely started to trace little shapes. Vox noticed the way Alastor’s entire body tensed and the way he was shaking in his grip.

’Awh, is the buck ticklish?’ Alastor shook his head, refusing to even talk for fear he’d let giggles slip out. Vox’s claws drag an agonizingly slow line down the buck’s waist and sides, then back up to the starting point and down again. Alastor actually relaxed because it felt relatively comforting, then Vox’s claws started to wiggle and twitch slightly as the path continued. Alastor squirms with a breathy little giggle. ‘V–Vox. Stop-!’ 

Vox smirks at this, murmuring, “I don’t think I will. You’re ticklish. Don’t even try to hide it, little fawn.’ Alastor blushes at the stupid nickname–he was more used to Rosie calling him pet names, but he would tolerate it from Vox, he supposed. Alastor felt the claws get more insistent, pausing at spots to wriggle and scratch lightly. Alastor’s squirming got more prominent. 

Vox grinned down at the deer as he watched him squirm. God, he was adorable. And based on the reactions from the light tickles, he had a feeling the other was stupidly ticklish. Alastor arched away from the scritching as it got to his lower ribs. ‘S–Stop–stop it-!’ Vox laughed softly, deliberately massaging nice and slow onto the area. “Honestly, you need to stop saying you aren’t ticklish. It’s so stupidly obvious. Have you been tickled before?’ Vox asks as he moves up a rib, noting the squeak and trembling of Alastor’s body as the buck tries to hold in laughter.

Yeah, that would break soon. 

‘You’re not ticklish, huh? Then what is all this effort to hold in laughter for? Because if you weren’t ticklish, you wouldn’t be this tense and shaky about all of it.’ 

It was amusing to the television demon how Alastor was absolutely refusing to laugh–after all, wasn’t it supposed to be part of the whole radio host's charming persona? Alastor’s ears flick and flatten as Vox keeps moving at an agonizingly slow pace up his ribcage. Claws slowly tickling and massaging at the ribs and spaces between. Alastor inhaled sharply, hooves kicking and digging into the floor as a low giggle escaped. 

‘Oh, there you go, baby buck. Just laugh it all out, c’mon. I’m sure your giggles and laughs are the most precious thing ever, aren’t they? You just wanted someone to tickle you silly this whole time, didn’t you?” Vox teased, leaning close to the deer ear. He didn’t miss the soft squeak and the way Alastor instantly went to try to hide his face. God, he was adorable. Vox could do this all day if he wanted to. He gets a little rougher with the tickles, starting to deliberately scritch at his waist at a quicker pace. Alastor’s breathing got more frantic, his body trembling with the effort of keeping the giggles in. 

But where was the fun in tickling someone who refused to laugh?

Vox rolls his eyes, then darts under Alastor’s arms. That finally got through. Alastor burst into static filled laughter. ‘Gehehet–yohohour filthy clahahahaws off of mehehe!’ 

‘Oh. My. God! You are just a preciously ticklish fawn! Yes you are! Yes you are!~’ His hand shot down to pinch at Alastor’s hip, making the Radio Demon squeak and make a poor attempt at curling himself into a little ball of pure giddiness. ‘Stahap–Stahahap it!’ He yanked his arms out of the odd position they were in, squirming himself out of Vox’s lap then grabbing the other demon’s wrists. Vox noted there was absolutely no effort made to push him away. ‘Stop what? You’re going to have to tell me.’ 

With Alastor still clinging to his wrists, Vox darts down to Alastor’s stomach, vibrating his claws rapidly across it. Alastor let out an ungodly screech, before kicking his legs up with a bright laugh. ‘I cahahan’t–dohohon’t!’ Vox wasn’t that stupid. He knew Alastor probably wanted this, needed this, in fact.

The buck had been too tense lately, too stuck up and all attitude with him. It was satisfying to knock down the untouchable demon’s ego down a few pegs. He loved the flustered scarlet blush across Alastor’s cheeks, the way Alastor was squirming beneath him, and the way that Alastor wasn’t even making a strong effort to get away. He slipped his claws under Alastor’s vest and shirt. 

Alastor shrieked and actually made an attempt to get away. ‘Ah, ah, ah. RIght here.’ Vox slipped his hands to the soft fur of Alastor’s stomach, getting to the soft skin beneath all the fluff. Alastor’s laughter went up a pitch, getting frantic. He finally let go of Vox’s wrists, quickly flipping himself onto his stomach. It was both so he didn’t have to look at Vox, and so Vox couldn’t access his stomach as easily. Vox sighed in mock disappointment. ‘Oh, now how am I supposed to tickle you?’ Alastor growled softly, ‘You aren’t supposed to. Thahat’s the pohoint.’ Residual giggles still coming from the poor thing. 

‘Hm. I disagree with that. Because to me, it seems like you need this. Honestly, it’s nice to see you finally knocked down a few pegs,’ Vox says with a smug grin. Alastor turns his head to the side enough to glare at Vox. ‘It is n–ohHOHOT!?” He jerked as Vox’s claws spider across his upper back. Stupidly ticklish. ‘Gehet ohoff!” Alastor squeaks. Vox finally noticed the wagging deer tail. Holy hell. 

‘Awh, look at this thing! It’s wagging! You really do enjoy this, don’t you?’ Vox reaches down, sliding a claw down the tail, scritching slightly. A high pitched, nonhuman noise left Alastor’s mouth. Resulting in a hand quickly covering Alastor’s mouth. 

‘Did you just–was that a bleat? Like a fawn!?’ 

Alastor buried his face into the floor in sheer embarrassment, refusing to acknowledge Vox’s question. He felt light blue claws scribble up the backs of his fluffy deer ears. He bleated again and flipped right onto his back, grabbing Vox’s forearms this time. “I swehear to all of Hehell! If you dohon’t get off mehehe–!’ Vox moved his hands to right behind Alastor’s ears–since the deer was still gripping onto him, that left his underarms completely vulnerable to an attack.

As he darted his hands under Alastor’s arms again, he asked him, ‘Tell me what’s making you laugh so much. DId I say something funny?’ Alastor shrieked and hyperventilated for just a brief moment to try and get his laughter back to a reasonable volume. That hope was lost rather quickly as Vox skittered back down to his stomach. Wild laughter spilled out. An adorable bleat as Vox found Alastor’s navel through the thin fabric of his shirt. 

‘You’re really too ticklish for your own good. Imagine if an enemy tried to fight you and they just grazed your side. I mean, really!’ 

Vox notices the kicking hooves. Before he let up on the tickling, it came to mind he had one last spot he would love to try. ‘Say, Al,’ he started, letting go of the deer and allowing him to catch his breath, ‘are hooves sensitive at all?’ Alastor’s ears perk right up then flatten as his eyes widen. Although, he didn’t move away at all. “Well, no-’ 

‘Yeah, you’re lying,’ Vox laughs, pouncing onto Alastor in one swift movement. Vox sits on Alastor’s calves, facing his hooves. He heard a whine of anticipation from the demon underneath him. Alastor giggled as Vox traced a claw down the hoof. Then down the split in the hoof, scritching lightly. He looked back and noticed how Alastor was covering his face with his hands and giggling silently. He could feel Alastor’s legs trying to kick, but they couldn’t with the way Vox was seated on top of them. 

‘Awh, just a ticklish little fawn, just wanting his hooves tickled so badly, yes, I can hear you!’ Vox teases. He noticed a little patch of fur between Al’s hoof and dewclaw. He curiously put a single claw on the area and scribbled ever so lightly. The laugh that came from Alastor was completely unfiltered. Genuine. No static to hide it. “PLEHEHEASE! F–FAHAHACK–VAHAOX!” Alastor screeches and tries to grab for him unsuccessfully. Vox uses one hand on each hoof in the specific area, and as soon as Alastor’s laughter goes silent, he finally climbs off of him. 

Giving him a minute to breathe, Vox laughs softly. ‘You really are stupidly ticklish.’ 

‘You. Are not going to live. To see the next–’ Alastor starts, but is cut off by Vox snickering. ‘Yeah, tell me all about it. Your tail wagging and the way you didn’t even try to push me off? Precious as hell. You wanted that.’ 

Alastor huffs in mild offense and embarrassment. He hated when people pointed out he never tried to fight them all too much when he was tickled. Vox stands up and grabs a bottle of water for the deer. After giving him a glare, Alastor takes it gratefully. ‘You better buy me food after all this.’ 

Vox tosses a blanket at Alastor, chuckling as it drapes over his head. Alastor squeaked indignantly, standing up and throwing the blanket to the side. Vox teleports through a camera off to the side then comes back in a moment. He held out a large plate of raw venison. ‘Here.’ 

"Was that camera recording?” Alastor asks warily. ‘No, it wasn’t,’ Vox assures him. Alastor hums in satisfaction, then smiles at the raw venison. ‘You do know how to spoil a man,’ he teases, making Vox smile.

‘Do you think we could become a large radio broadcast partnership?” Vox asks him, genuine and curious. Alastor smiles at him, taking a bite of the meat. He nodded slightly. ‘I do think we could grow to become something big. Our friendship could grow as well.’ 

So! I got these two asks and decided to combine them! And the drabble turned into... more than a drabble XD so I hope you like it!