Ollie scoffed at him. "Listen, I'm sorry about summoning you. That wasn't my intention, as we've discussed. But as we've already stated, you are to leave. It'd not my fault you're refusing to go." He shook his head. He had no idea how he was going to get any sleep of focus at all in school tomorrow. Thankfully, tomorrow was Tuesday, meaning he only had two classes. Then he would have all day to deal with this mess he created.
He narrowed his eyes at him. "And if I get caught giving you free drinks I get fired. I can't afford to get fired. I can barely afford working there as it is. I'm not risking my job for you, Vox." And they had already had an intended with a now fired bartender a couple weeks ago. The managers were watching everyone closely.
He put his hands on his hips, watching Vox as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. Which really wasn't far off. The demon was being stubborn. He could easily leave. He's said that he could. He was just refusing to do so. Just like a child would. He was also refusing to leave his bed, shaking his head and throwing a fit. Sharing a bed with a demon, an incubus at that, was not one of the brightest things that he would have done. Every instinct was screaming at him to go sleep on the couch in the living room. But that would open up too many questions and he really wanted to sleep in his bed.
"Fine. But if you lay a single finger on me I will drag you out of here by your tail, do you understand?" Ollie gave him a pointed look. He wasn't playing around. He didn't want to be touched in his sleep. He didn't even want that from his partners when he was in a relationship.
So, Vox would be having absolutely no fun while he waited for Ollie to loosen up. He could waste a bit of time, but for how long? He wouldn't hang around longer than a week. He needed to feed before then. He could deal with small bits of pleasure here and there in the meantime, but to really feel better, he needed to eat a full meal within the week. "That's a bit lame that you can't give out drinks. Maybe your manager would make an exception for me, hm?" he hummed, implying he could just use his pheromones on whoever it was to get what he wanted.
Vox was tempted to make a joke about how he wouldn't mind his tail being yanked on, but he held his tongue. He would stop his antics for the moment, not wanting to drive Ollie crazy just yet. He did laugh a bit, holding his hands up in a surrendering motion. "Ok, ok, I'm not going to do shit. I'm not that evil," he said. His tail was swaying back and forth in a more relaxed way. He held it in a very cat like manner, expressing his emotions through it quite frequently.
Oliver raised an eyebrow. No, there would not be an exception made for Vox. Employees didn't even get free food, what made him think he would be able to hand out free drinks? He sighed, having to remind himself that this was indeed a stranger who knew absolutely nothing about Ollie's life. And perhaps he wasn't very accustomed to a human's way of living. Where even did incubus live? Hell?
He gave Vox a look saying that he didn't totally believe that. Here came the next issue. Oliver usually slept naked. Unless it was too cold for that. But he couldn't exactly sleep naked with Vox in the room. Not only would that be weird to undress in front of a stranger, Vox might get the wrong idea. Ollie detested the though of sleeping in clothes. He liked the feeling of being free and open, even under the sheets. There was no way Ollie was undressing. Not even his shirt. Vox may have promised to behave but that didn't mean he was going to dangle what the incubus wanted in front of him and act shocked when Vox acted on it.
There was no way he was sleeping pants, however. His boxers would have to be enough. He pulled his sweatpants down his legs and kicked them to the side. He needed to do laundry anyways. He could do it tomorrow after class while he tried to think of a plan to get rid of this little issue. He looked at the bed, eyes squinting. "Move over. You have your side and I have mine." And for good measure, he placed aa body pillow between them. Perhaps it was one of his only green flags with how many sheets and blankets and pillows he had. He liked to be comfortable
Vox used to live in Hell when he was growing up and in training. All demons started out like that before they hit maturity and were sent out into the human world. Most still went back to Hell frequently, but he had started to enjoy the human world. He liked seeing the sun and the moon. Really, one of the only things he truly detested was the weather. He despised the cold and barely left his apartment unless he was summoned during the winter. Demons were built to withstand fiery temperatures, but not the cold. He was always a shivering and grumpy mess when winter and fall came along.
It would have been a bad idea to sleep naked with Vox around. While he wouldn’t have acted on it, he would have kept Ollie up all night mentioning it. It would be like dangling a fish in front of a cat, or maybe a shark was the better comparison.
When Ollie pulled his pants down, Vox’s eyes were on him. He didn’t try to hide his staring as his gaze dragged down the view of Ollie’s legs. He was sure Ollie knew what was on his mind. It was unfortunate that Ollie was so caught up on this connection thing, because he was quite attractive. He rolled over to one side of the bed, staying stretched out on his back. “Yeah yeah, got it,” he said, a bit amused by the pillow that was placed between them.
Oliver could feel Vox's eyes on him. Or his legs, that was. It wasn't like he was trying to seduce the demon but he hated the feeling of clothes while he slept. He felt trapped, especially wearing pants. His boxer shorts weren't the best but it was the best option he had right now. He also did not like the fact that he was wearing a shirt but the shirt was easier to deal with than the pants were. As long as he didn't wear long sleeves or anything heavy, he would be fine. With a narrowed look, he pulled back the covers and slipped into bed. He still didn't trust that Vox was going to keep his hands to himself but he really didn't have much of a choice. He needed sleep, however little he could get.
Ollie should be freaking out more. Anyone in their right mind would be throwing a fit of hysterics right now. This was a demon. An incubus at that. A sex demon. That had just materialized in his room after using the wrong spell. He should be freaking out right now. He should be having a panic attack. He should be waking up his roommate so they could find a way to banish Vox back to where he came from. But he didn't. He didn't know exactly what it was that just made him accept this. Perhaps it was that he had gone through a lot in the past few years that anything crazy just seemed normal to him. Or maybe that it was because he was so sleep deprived his brain couldn't process it.
Whatever it was, it didn't stop him from laying down in bed. He turned on his side, his back to the demon. He had always been a side sleeper. It was the most comfortable to him. But then again, that was probably why he had neck pain, from constantly sleeping in weird position. However, this all did stop him from actually getting any sleep. He tried closing his eyes and willing sleep to come to him but it just never did. It probably didn't help that he was an insomniac. He was so busy it was hard for him to find time to sleep. And when he did, it took him even longer to actually sleep. It was rather irritating and deteriorating his health, but, what could he do?
That was it, nothing was going to happen. Vox had held out a tiny bit of hope that Ollie had been playing hard to get, but that was squashed when he got into bed and turned away. He guessed that he would have to spend another night going hungry, because there clearly wasn’t even the smallest amount of pleasure in the room at the moment. He wouldn’t be going anywhere, though. Not unless Ollie knew someone who wanted to summon an incubus. There was a huge emphasis on wanted, as well. He didn’t want to get stuck with another person like this.
Demons had no need for sleep. Really, the only demons he heard of that slept on the regular were demons of sloth. That was a given, though. He rarely ever slept, as it felt quite boring for him. He didn’t dream, so there was never anything to look forward to. He only ever found himself sleeping if he was extremely bored and had nothing else to do. Tonight might be one of those nights, since clearly, he wasn’t getting fed.
Vox stayed above the covers as he sat up and unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. He was comfortable enough in his own skin that he could have lounged around naked if he had wanted. The mark on his abdomen was now visible, along with the the branding on his shoulder blade. He rolled over to lay on his stomach, pulling out his smart phone. He opened up a camera app, seeing a view of his own bedroom. He squinted at the screen, smiling in a satisfied way when he saw his cat Lilith curled up asleep. If would be a long night, so he needed to find something to occupy himself.
Oliver lay on his side and promptly stared at the wall. His mind was still racing. It wouldn't shut up. And he couldn't very well sleep if his mind was on other things. He shifted a few times in the bed, never facing the demon, but clearly agitated. he just wanted to forget that Vox was even there. He wanted to pretend that he couldn't feel the bed dipping where the demon lay. That he couldn't feel the heat rising off of his body. He wanted to pretend that the attractive man wasn't affecting him at all. Because it wasn't that he didn't find Vox attractive. Or that whatever dark magic he had used on Ollie earlier hadn't worked. Because it did work. But he was so spooked and shocked he didn't act on it. And he had meant what he said about needing a connection. Just because his body was into it didn't meant that his head was.
Much later than he wanted, and several times scrolling on social media, he finally passed out a couple of hours later. A couple of hours of silence. A couple of hours of trying and failing to ignore the demon lying beside him. A couple hours and forcing himself not to turn over and start asking questions. He was curious, and if Vox wasn't going anywhere, he might as well soothe his curiosity over. But he worried that Vox might try to make arrangements that got the demon what he wanted. Some sort of pleasure feeding. And Ollie was not some meal to be snacked on.
But finally, finally, his eyelids grew too heavy to keep open. They finally fell, just as dawn was only a couple hours away. His body fell into an exhausted sleep. And his sleep wasn't much better than before. He tossed and turned, clearly as uncomfortable in his sleep as he was awake. He was restless, even in his sleep. it was likely why he was so damn tired all the time, even with his already limited sleep. It didn't help he felt trapped in the little clothing he wore. It was irritating his skin. He wanted to rip it right off. He didn't however. He settled for moving the pillow barrier he had created and all but draping himself over Vox. He hadn't meant too. He was sleeping after all. And if he had been awake, he would have been horrified of his actions. but it had been so long since he had anyone in his bed. He craved the affection.
Vox spent most of the night on his phone. He switched between social media and his cat cam. That was the thing he hated the most about being summoned- having to leave his sweet Lilith. He knew that she had her automatic cat feeder and water bowl, but he still worried about her. That's why he had gotten the camera installed. It was only a nice coincidence that it had been facing towards his bed. It had been used a couple of times for non-cat watching purposes, but that wasn't its primary function.
Vox was very surprised, though, when Ollie rolled over and snuggled up to him. That was a bit of an understatement, as the other man was draped against his bare chest at the moment. His brows raised in surprise, beginning to think that Ollie had made up his mind, but then he noticed at Ollie was asleep. He groaned softly with annoyance, knowing that if Ollie woke up like that, he would surely freak out even further and accuse him of something nasty. He didn't mind having the other lay across him. The weight of him was nice enough to be comforting in a way. His choices were to either leave Ollie how he was and defend his innocence or move Ollie off of him.
Vox made his decision, feeling like doing the right thing that time around. He reached up, grabbing onto Ollie's waist and carefully scooching him off of his chest. He was being careful to not wake Ollie, though he had no idea if the other man was a light sleeper or not. He grabbed Ollie's wrists and moved his arms off of him as well, mumbling in annoyance under his breath. He took it as Ollie being some sort of tease, and that bothered him. That was supposed to be his job. His tail swished back and forth against the sheets as he huffed.
(Now I want to know what those non-cat watching purposes were)
Had Oliver awoken at any time during this process, he would have been horrified with himself. He would have blamed Vox for him being responsible for this while inwardly crusiong himself for draping himself all over Vox like a love sick puppy. The truth of it was that he was just attention starved. His love language was physical touch and yet it was the very thing that he was lacking. He hadn't had a partner is almost a year, not that he was desperate for one, but he was touch starved. Most of his friends preferred to keep their hands to themselves, which he respected of course, but they wouldn't even give him a hug from time to time. So to have a warm body in his bed, of course he was drawn to it. To him. Especially when that body was an attractive one.
He didn't try again during the remainder of the night. His alarm went off early in the morning, and earlier than Ollie was happy with. He wished he could have skipped all of his classes and continued sleeping. But unfortunately had an exam he couldn't miss. And if he was already up for one, he might as well join the rest of the classes. He needed to go to them anyways. he did better in a classroom setting than learning at home.
His eyes snapped open with a groan and he reached blindly until he found his phone, shutting off that blaring alarm. He rolled onto his back, glaring at the ceiling. He knew he said that sleep was overrated but god did he just want a few more hours. As he made to rise, he noticed the body laying down next to him and let out a yelp. It took another moment for him to remember last night's events. The spell, the summoning, the demon. The incubus. In his bed. Right, he still needed to figure out a way to get rid of him because it didn't look like he was leaving on his own. He looked away quickly from Vox and turn his body away, going to grab some clothes out of his dresser. He needed to shower. And more importantly, hide his morning wood from Vox. The last thin he needed was the incubus thinking he was getting laid just because Ollie involuntarily woke up with a boner.
(Considering it’s pointed to his bed and he does bring people home from time to time… The dots can be connected LMAO. Also on mobile, so sorry for the shortish reply)
Vox wasn’t stupid. He had seen Ollie’s hard on. It was painfully obvious, and he could practically smell it. He was laying on his back watching the cat cam when Ollie woke up. He flinched in surprise when Ollie yelped, shooting him a raised brow look. “Good morning to you too,” he said, turning his smart phone off and setting it off to the side. He looked Ollie up and down, once again staring at his legs as he chuckled. “Have some good dreams?” he asked in a teasing tone, ready to give Ollie plenty of shit for his morning wood.
“Someone was feeling snuggly last night. It was you, you were,” Vox hummed, tilting his head as he looked back up to Ollie’s face. “I practically had to pry you off of me. I thought you were finally making a move on me.”
Vox got up from the bed, stretching his arms out. He looked around the floor until he found his discarded button down shirt. He slipped it on but left it unbuttoned with his torso exposed. “Before you start screaming at me, no I didn’t touch you. Well, I did, but only to get you off of me.”
(XD XD XD That will come into use later mawhahaha)
Oliver clenched his jaw, turning away. He didn't respond to that. He did not have good dreams. Or at least, he didn't think he did. He really couldn't remember. He never remembered his dreams and he was alright with that. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do about his little morning wood. Usually, he would take care of it in the shower but he felt like that wasn't an option with Vox there. He could wait until it went away but he had a feeling Vox would do everything he could to keep his little issue present. It wasn't as if he could control his morning wood. It just happens!
He froze just as he was opening his underwear drawer to grab some clean underwear. He was staring at the wall like a deer caught in the headlight. A blush spread from his neck all the way up his ears. It was bright red and other was no hiding it. "W-what? N-no I wouldn't d-do that!" He sputtered, clearly taken off guard. That had been the last thing he had expected Vox to say. Or for Ollie to do. Dear god had he actually done that?
He shut the drawer a little harder than necessary, turned on his feet, and strode out of his room. His roommate would have already left for school so it was just Ollie and Vox alone in the apartment. Which meant he would hopefully be able to sneak Vox out before anyone noticed and get rid of him. After classes. His roommate shouldn't be back until later that evening so he had some time.
(LMAO yes very very convenient)
Vox laughed at Ollie’s surprised reaction. It was amusing to see the other so flustered. It was exactly what he had wanted to see when he said that. “You did! I swear to Satan. You rolled over and just threw yourself onto me,” he hummed, having a casual tone. “You’re lucky that I’m such a good guy. Other demons would have taken advantage of that, but I was so respectful and moved you off of me. You’re welcome for that.”
Vox watched Ollie hurry out of the room, and he quickly got up, planning to follow. He hurried out of the room, long stride making it easy to catch up and walk behind Ollie. “Where are you going?” he asked, tail swishing back and forth slowly. He was like a clingy cat, wanting to follow their owner all over their house and meowing insistently. “What am I supposed to do while you leave for class, hm? Is there anything to do around here?”
It was clear he was planning on staying, or that he thought he would. Maybe he would leave for a bit to see his cat, but would make sure to be back when Ollie would be done with his class. He wondered what Ollie would do about his hard on. He wanted to suggest helping out, but really didn’t feel like getting hit at the moment.
Ollie made a face as he heard Vox following him. He had hoped for a moment of peace and quiet. He wanted to use the shower to wrap his head around things and help him think. Hot showers always allowed him time to think. But he wouldn't be able to do that if Vox planned on interrupting. Not that he would shower with the demon in the bathroom with him. He wasn't going to have the incubus near him while he was naked. He was not into that at all.
His jaw clenched and he tried biting his tongue. Angering an incubus wasn't the smartest thing to do. He didn't know what magic Vox had and he didn't particularly want to find out. "I'm going to shower. Alone," he emphasized, looking back at Vox to narrow his eyes at him. "You can wait in my room. Or leave and go back to wherever you came from." He was hoping for the second option. "Just don't let anyone see you. I really don't want to have to explain this to anyone."
He paused in front of the bathroom door, turning and placing his hands on his hips. "My food is on the second shelf in the fridge and the third in the pantry. Don't eat it all or you're buying me more food. TV is in the living room, feel free to entertain yourself." Or leave. That would be preferable.
Vox didn’t have much serious magic. Besides his pheromones, he was close to being like a normal person. Different demons had different abilities. Demons of sloth could make someone fall asleep with just a touch. Demons of wrath could make people grow angry and fight each other with a snap of their fingers. All demons of lust could do was make people want to sleep with them, which wasn’t that crazy of a thing in his mind. Ollie didn’t need to know that, though. He was content with Ollie thinking that he could cast crazy spells of make him implode with just a single thought.
“Mm, right. Have fun alone with your little problem,” Vox snickered, glancing down towards Ollie’s boxers. He decided he would hang around and snoop through the apartment. If he was lucky, maybe Ollie would do something about his morning woof in the shower and he could feed a little bit off of it. While he doubted Ollie would, an incubus could dream.
Vox stepped away, heading back to the bedroom first. He looked around at things sitting on shelves and hidden away in drawers. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting to find, but anything that he could dangle in front of Ollie’s face would be worth it. He still had the entire apartment to poke around in, so he had to be a bit quick about it. He could continue when Ollie went to class.
Oliver had never been a violent person. He hadn't hit anyone a day in his life. But he was seriously considering it the longer he stared at Vox. And the longer that Vox ran his mouth, the more his hand was itching to slap that smug look off of his face. So he did the smart thing and walked into the bathroom, and locked the door behind him. He assumed that Vox wouldn't be able to unlock it. He hoped that he didn't have any powers that would allow him to. The last thing he needed was to get out of the shower and Vox be sitting on the toilet waiting for him.
He stared at himself in the mirror, grimacing as he saw the bags under his eyes. They were darker than yesterday. He really did a good night's sleep. Unfortunately, that would have to wait a little longer until his little demon problem was solved. He turned on the shower and undressed while he waited for the water to get hot. One of the nice things about this apartment was how quickly the water got hot.
He stepped under the hot spray, groaning quickly as it hit his skin. There was nothing better in life than a hot shower. Well, maybe a hot bath, but only at certain times. He washed his hair and body and by the time he was done, his little morning problem had gone away on its own. Thankfully, he didn't know what he would have done it if hadn't. He couldn't very well touch himself with a demon who knew every time he did.
It was clear after a while that Ollie would not be pleasuring himself in the shower. Vox found himself annoyed by that, knowing that Ollie wasn't going to just because of him. It was frustrating that the man wouldn't give him anything to even lightly snack on. It was like the pleasure had been sucked from the air throughout the entire apartment, leaving him high and dry.
Vox took the time to explore the apartment instead. He poked around Ollie's bedroom, the kitchen, and the living room. He noted anything interesting that he could bring up to Ollie after the man finished his shower. Eventually, he stumbled upon the other bedroom. It was furnished, someone clearly living there. Ollie had a roommate. That hadn't been mentioned to him before. Not, he had plenty of questions. Maybe the roommate had something to do with why Ollie wouldn't sleep with him.
Vox settled back in Ollie's bedroom, looking at the remnants of the spell work that was left on the floor. He wasn't sure how it could have been mistaken as a luck spell. He was fluent in Latin, so it was easier for him to judge. He recognized the symbol that was on the webpage as the one branded into his back, the mark of lust. Clearly, Ollie was some sort of novice witch who had no idea what he was really playing with.
Oliver took a longer shower than he normally would. He was using the time to think about what he was going to do. He would have to do some research when he got home from classes and see if he could figure out a way to banish Vox, since it was clear he wasn't leaving on his own. He would have to figure it out on his own. It would have to be something strong as well. Vox didn't seem like the type to go quietly. He thought for a moment about getting his roommate involved but knew better than to try that. It would just end up in a long lecture from him he didn't feel like sitting through.
Thankfully, by the time he got out of the shower, his morning wood had subsided. He wasn't in any danger of accidentally setting off the demon currently in his apartment. Or at least he hoped he wasn't in any risk to set him off. He dressed in a graphic t-shirt and jeans, brushing his teeth while he was at it. He would let his hair air dry, even if it made it look frizzy and a mess. He didn't particularly care about that. He rarely ever took good care of his hair. he had other things to worry about than that.
He walked back to his room, eyeing Vox as he grabbed some clean socks out of a drawer and pulled them on. "Listen, you need to stay here while I'm at school. And by here, I mean in my room quietly. I can't have my roommate catching you. I should be back before he gets here but just in case." He needed Vox to stay hidden. He hoped that he could figure out a way to get rid of Vox before his roommate got home later today.
When Ollie entered the room, Vox was laying spread out on the bed again. He was on his stomach, tapping away at something on his phone. It was some mindless texting that he was doing to keep himself occupied. It was clear that he was once again making himself comfortable, though. If he was to be there for a while, he planned on doing so. He looked up at Ollie, head tilting in a cat like manner. “Yeah, about that roommate, why didn’t you tell me you had one?” he asked, “Is he interested in an incubus? If he sleeps with me I’ll leave you alone.”
Vox spoke in a teasing manner, chuckling afterwards. It was true, though. He was feeling nice. If Ollie for his roommate to mess with him, he would gladly leave knowing he would be full and satisfied. He doubted that would happen, though. He had poked around in the roommates room, and clearly the other guy was much more of an experienced witch. “Or are you too embarrassed to tell him about how bad you fucked up?” he added, snickering to himself as his tail flicked back and forth.
Oliver narrowed his eyes at Vox who was looking a little too comfortable on his bed. This wasn't Vox's house. It wasn't his room. He didn't pay rent. Hell, Ollie didn't even know the guy except that he was an incubus. And yet he was sprawled out on the mattress as if he owned the place. He might have said something too, he should have said something, if it weren't for how exhausted he was. His head wasn't in the mindset to fight. He just wanted to get this exam over with. Then he could focus on whatever was going on here.
He blinked in surprise at Vox. Had he been wondering around the apartment? "Alright, rule number one, don't go into other people's bedrooms. I have two other roommates for your information and they like their privacy. They're just not in right now." He was full on glaring at him now. "And no, neither of them will sleep with you. First of all being, they're straight. And second of all, they're not going to know about you."
He clenched his jaw as he slipped on his shoes. "No one needs to know about this. Since you won't go willingly, I'm going to find a way to send you home by the time I get done with school. I'll banish you and then this will all be as if this never happened and no one else needs to know. And then you can go to a bar or a party or whatever and find someone to hook up with you there." Because he was certainly not hooking up with him. Not at all. And Vox had nothing to do with the boner he had that morning.
Vox groaned in annoyance at the mention of Ollie’s roommates being straight. That was boring to him. Seemed like no one in the house liked to have fun. He had slept with quite a few men that claimed to be straight. Most of them seemed to already be struggling with their sexuality, and when he came along being promiscuous, it was easy for them to fold.
A frown came on Vox’s lips when Ollie mentioned banishing him. “I really doubt that. Good luck, though,” he hummed, shrugging his shoulders. His doubt was real. Ollie clearly had no idea what he was doing, considering him being summoned in the first place was a screw up. He didn’t think Ollie would be able to do it, but would love to see him try. Banishing a demon was a lot. Not only was it difficult, but it took a lot of energy out of a person. He hadn’t been banished before, but he had seen it happen to others. It tended to leave the spell caster worse off than the demon, from what he has seen.
"Or, you could make this easier on both of us and just leave?" Oliver said it more like a question than a statement. He already knew what the response was so he wasn't holding out in much hope that Vox would just walk out the door. Or poof out of his existence. He ran a hand through his wet hair, grabbing his backpack for school. "Listen, just stay in here, please. Grab some food from the kitchen if you need it but come right back in here. Please. I don't need anyone catching you."
Gods, he was not ready for the fallout that would occur if either of his roommates caught Vox. It would end well for him. Ollie really needed to start doing more research. Or to just stop doing spells off the internet in general. This wouldn't be the first time he had mixed up a spell and screwed himself over. "Can I trust you to behave while I'm gone? I'll only be a few hours. I should be back around noon."
(Hi sorry for the delay, work has been killer with the holidays coming up. Do you want me to write a reply that can kind of be a time skip to when Ollie gets back?)
(You're totally fine! And yeah, that sounds good to me!)
(Hi sorry I’ve been going through it LMAO)
Vox absolutely wouldn’t be making things easy. While he would listen and not get caught by Ollie’s roommates, that didn’t mean he would be completely obedient. He poked around Ollie’s room as much as he was able to before he eventually got bored enough to go to the kitchen. He ended up getting himself a bit of water. While he didn’t need to eat or drink, he was bored enough to do so. What was he supposed to do with himself if he wasn’t having sex? That was his entire purpose, after all, and it felt like it was his whole identity. What did he have if he wasn’t able to be sexual?
He was more than able, though, just resisting. He wasn’t sure why he was putting in so much effort to sink his talons into Ollie. Hunger made a person do things they normally wouldn’t, and he was starving. He considered going to his flat quickly to feed Lilith, but decided to just message a neighbor of his to feed the cat instead. The last thing he wanted was for Ollie to get back before him and get the idea that he had left.
By the time Ollie got back from class, Vox was sitting on the bed, watching the cat cam. He watched closely as the male neighbor fed the cat and gave her plenty of attention. He had slept with the male neighbor in the past. He was a human, one of the few that willingly knew about what Vox was. While it had only been a couple of hookups, they had bern during desperate times and Vox had made sure the man got the idea that there were no feelings involved.
