Vox came home from another long day at the station. He rubbed his forehead in frustration as he closed the door to his home. His face softening considerably after catching a whiff of a familiar smell, letting him know his beloved was in the kitchen cooking, as they often loved to do. Vox made his way to the kitchen to see his beloved, he wrapped his thin arms around his lovers slender waist, earning him a wooden spoon to the face. "Now is that any way to treat your lover?~" Vox said in a teasing tone, making the slender frame below him shift to look up at him "you know how I feel about being touched" the shorters voice chastises the tv show host. Vox simply chuckled and raised his lovers chin to place a gentle kiss to their pink lips "how was your day...Alastor?" Vox asked with a large grin that could rival the others.

Vox has no idea how he managed to bag the most famous radio host in all of New Orleans, but he wasn't going to complain. He had admired the young man back before he got into tv, and to be able to call his idle his lover? He simply couldn't be happier. Vox leaned down and placed gentle kisses on the brunette's tan neck, the other rolling his eyes as he continues cooking, being used to this type of behavior from his lover. Alastor turned his head slightly to the side, making Vox lift his head to gently pull his beloved into a gentle kiss. Vox gently caress Alastor's face as he enjoys the taste of blood and Jambalaya from the radio host mouth. The two slowly pulled away, aqua and crimson eyes staring into an even deeper crimson as the two men stared loving-yet psychotically in each other's eyes...until they smelt smoke "my Jambalaya!"

It was their 3 year anniversary of being together, and Vox had made a point to make everything perfect for Alastor when he returned home from the radio station. Alastor was most certainly the wife of the relationship, and as such Vox took special care to treat Alastor like any good husband should his wife. Now they weren't married (remember, this is the 1920's/30'), but they felt like they were, and neither of them care to greatly for the hustle that came with them-though they couldn't deny they did yearn for the feeling of being officially recognized as a couple. Vox adjusted his bow tie one last time before hearing the door open, in steps his bashing lover looking dapper as always, his smile widening in a way that would creep out any normal person-but absolutely in traced Vox. Their small living room was decorated neatly with red rose petals around the table, a single candle in the middle with two bowls(?) of Jambalaya. Alastor teared up and kisses his lover in appreciation for the beautiful and thoughtful set-up. The shorter man gently places a finger against Vox lips as a gentle knock came on the door, Vox raised an eyebrow confused before seeing a young woman helping his lover hall in one of the latest TV's, Alastor had been insistent in not having a TV anywhere within his presence, so this was certainly a welcomed surprise. The young woman that helped bring the TV in looked up and instantly noticed Vox and the set up, her face showed immediate recognition as she quickly attempted to scurry out of the house only to be grabbed by Vox. "Happy Anniversary" Alastor said enjoying his Jambalaya sitting across from the tv show host, Vox smiles back at him "Happy Anniversary" Vox says back as he walks around the table and lifts Alastor's head by his chin to kiss his bloody lips.

"You're awfully comfortable with that Alastor fellow" Vox friend Valentino comments one day out of the blue. Vox looked at his friend with an eyebrow raised "the fuck are you talking about? We're bitter rivals, we fuckin' hate each other" Vox responds, wondering what in the world made his friend say something like that. "Then why did I see you fuckin' around outside his radio station? and that low budget bar he's always hangin' around" Valentino asked with a smirk, truth is Valentino knew exactly what was going on, however, he too had feelings for the lanky radio show host-even thought they never actually met. Valentino didn't like that Vox managed to bag such a doll before him, so he concocted a plan, one that would guarantee Vox and Alastor would never be together again, even in hell. "I was just checking out the competition! Learning about him so I know the best ways to crush him" Vox attempted to defend himself, he didn't want to die-not yet, he still had to make his station the best in the world! He still had to become famous! He still had to make Alastor his for eternity. Valentino's smirk widened seeing the desperation in Vox eyes "if that's the case, why not just kill him?" he suggested, Vox eyes widening as he turned to look at his friend who slip a gun over to him "you're no stranger to killing people, the best way to get rid of competition, is to get rid of them" Valentino said watching the wine in his glass as he spoke. Vox stared down at the gun presented to him, what could he do? If he did, he'd be killing the love of his life, if he didn't, surely they'd both be found out and they both be killed. Vox bit his bottom lip in thought...what could he do?

Alastor came home late as usual "I'm home!" Alastor calls getting Vox attention, Vox walks over and kisses Alastor caressing his face with one hand while the other remained behind his back. Alastor noticed this and instinctively grasped his trusty knife from his pants pocket. The familiar click of a gun being loaded reached Alastor's ears as his reflexes kicked in and he slashed as Vox with the knife, Vox was barely able to move out of the way but his eye got cut in the process. Alastor moves to slash again only to have his wrist be grabbed by Vox and a chaste kiss planted on his lips. Alastor felt tears start to build in his eyes as he looked at his lover who he could have sworn was trying to kill him. Vox hesitantly pulled away, moving Alastor's wrist so the knife was pointed to his heart and pointing the gun at Alastor's head "I don't want to die by anyone else's hands...nor do I want anyone else to kill you...so, will you die with me?" Vox asked looking into Alastor's crimson eyes one last time. Alastor's eyes were glossy with tears as he slowly nodded his head, he sank the knife into Vox check, letting the blood poor out from his chest. Vox smiles down at Alastor with blood dripping from his mouth before pulling the trigger, a single shot to the forehead. Alastor fell to the ground, but he wasn't quite dead yet, Vox got down to the ground to join his lover as he locked their hands and gave him one last smile, Alastor smiled back as his eyes started to lose their beautiful crimson color. How Vox loved that smile. With that, both laid on the ground dead, their hands locked together smiling at the other, for they knew, not even death could bring them apart.