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It was the end of a rather normal day at the hotel. Residents grudgingly participated in group therapy sessions and bonding exercises, all excitedly led by the devil's bleeding heart of a daughter. The cooked meals in which only a third of the guests questioned the meat used. Husk drank more alcohol than he served. Angel inadvertently flirted with everyone that looked his way (as well as more purposefully flirting with the resident bartender). And Niffty only showed up to kill bugs and deliver random bits of information she should not be privy to.
Unfortunately for most, the arguing between the king of hell and the radio demon had become a daily occurrence as well. It was always a fight to one up each other in anything they did. They also traded barbs, competed to be a better father to Charlie, and — the worst of all — constantly made puns or horrible dad jokes at each other's expense. The Cursed Wall ™ might have finally been given a break from explosives, but it was replaced by two powerful beings constantly arguing.
All and all, though, nothing too new or exciting.
That would include Lucifer pulling Alastor closer to him in an empty hallway on the way up to their rooms, long after everyone had gone off to bed. This might appear new to others, exciting even as no one knew about it, but to Lucifer it was month two of exploring this tension between himself and the radio demon. Month two of remembering what it felt like to actually be wanted by someone.
“I counted five short jokes, sinner.” Even though the words could’ve been harsh, it was the tone full of giddy mirth that softened them. “That's five goodnight kisses.”
“I believe you’ve miscounted, my king. I’ve only made three jokes about your height today.” Alastor’s smile was more a smirk as he let himself be pulled to Lucifer, even engaging by pressing close enough that the devil was nearly pinned between himself and the wall.
It only added to Lucifer's playful manner. “Non-verbal jokes count.”
A laugh may not have been heard, but Lucifer could see it in Alastors smile. “Then I will concede to four, but I still fail to see where you came up with this fifth one.”
“The kitchen.”
“Now wait a moment…” It took the sinner several seconds to remember, but once he had, the devil was biting his lip to tame his grin. Though he couldn’t help but to slide his hands up to Alastors lapels to bring that everlasting smile closer to his own. “Helping you get your mug from the cupboard was not a joke , mon ange, it was an act of kindness.”
“Yeah… You’re not fooling anyone with that, Radio Demon.” And call him impatient but he didn’t care, Lucifer closed the last of the distance between their lips on a breathed laugh. His demon kissed him back, because of course he did, he owed Lucifer at least four kisses before he could be freed for the night. Though the devil was determined to get his fifth as well.
It was soft, almost chaste but it still sent the angel's heart fluttering around on its own set of wings. The freedom to do this would probably never stop sending a thrill through him. It was no mystery how closed off Alastor was to any type of physical contact, especially intimate ones. That wasn’t even considering his apparent disinterest in relationships in general. Lucifer may not be sure what they were or where this would go, but he didn’t care as long as he remained allowed to kiss the sinner, to stay close to him.
Alastor broke the kiss sooner than Lucifer would’ve liked but he had four more if he had his way, so he tried not to whine about it. “Are you saying I should’ve left you to struggle on your toes? What kind of demon do you take me for?”
This time, the devil did laugh in more than a breath, though it was still quiet. “The type that takes joy in showboating your advantages.”
Oh the grin that put on the demon's face almost made Lucifer thankful that the wall was supporting his weight. “I thought you liked that I was so tall, sire. Didn’t you call it… what was the word…” Alastor pretended to think as he teased his lips over Lucifers, causing the short king to shiver. “ Attractive.”
A satisfied little laugh was all that the devil had to chase, the kiss he’d been after denied. That had him huffing a bit in petulance as he looked up at his maybe-lover. “It’s more attractive when you flirt with it, not remind me that I can’t reach the top shelf without my wings.”
“I have it on pretty good authority that you find me just as attractive when I’m being an asshole.” If his demon kept staying just out of reach as he teased him, Lucifer was about to resort to cheating.
“Alright, the kitchen was hot, you pressed against my back was a nice addition to my morning.” The devil grinned and gave another tug that had Alastor leaning forward a bit more out of sheer reflex to not stumble. “Doesn’t mean you weren’t mocking my height. So that's five , mon cher, and I’d really like for you to stop denying me what I rightfully earned.”
And honestly, if Alastor didn’t stop laughing all rich and low in his throat, Lucifer was not going to be liable for his actions. “Seems mon petit canard is rather eager tonight, hmm?”
That just got Alastor a narrowed eyed look. “Are you trying to make it six?”
“No, I was expressing affection.” And he felt the shift in the air as the sinner seemed to give in a bit, stepping close enough to now pin Lucifer to the wall with his own body. “But I’m sure you already know that no matter how much of an asshole I am, I will always give you what you want…”
The promise made the devil shiver and his hands slide from Alastors lapels to wrap around his neck, trying to lock his demon in at this distance. "Then why not kiss me?"
A smile that was all teasing with a touch of wickedness spread across the sinner's face. "Because I enjoy making you whine for it." While Lucifer tried not to pout again, it was clear that he failed from the way that Alastor huffed in amusement and continued, "And pout like a petulant child that's mad about not getting their favorite toy."
Wanting to break the cycle of Alastor teasing, Lucifer pouting and then rinse and repeat, Lucifer used just a touch of his strength to pull Alastor the small gap between their faces and kissed him again. Finally his second one, he hoped that the others wouldn't be as annoying to claim. He felt the demon laugh into the kiss but didn't let up, well worth it when Alastor started to kiss him back again. Lucifer found himself pressed impossibly closer, those red tipped claws skimming down his sides till they wrapped around his waist and seemed to rest at the small of his back, holding the smaller devil in place.
After some moments, Alastor again broke it but it seemed to only find a better angle before kissing Lucifer again. It was a bit harder than the last and Alastor mumbled "three" against his lips. Lucifer's only reply was a soft moan when the demon bit his lip just shy of breaking skin. The kiss shifted again, tongues meeting in an unhurried slide as they both savoried these stolen moments.
Lucifer got his fourth kiss, as well as Alastor moving his hands down to under the shorter man's ass and picking him up with ease, the angel wrapping his legs around his almost-lover's waist. This kiss broke on a soft moment of shared breath as they both smiled, lost in each other. Right when the devil was going to take his well deserved fifth one, a noise from just to the left of them drew his attention.
Standing there was a very shell shocked Angel Dust, two of his hands clapped over his mouth in horror as the other two hugged himself tightly.
Well, Fuck.
Lucifer tightened his hold on Alastor so the demon couldnt try to pull away. Thankfully, he didn't seem to have that intention in mind, instead the deer's antlers grew as shadows seeped into the hallway. Was this a possessive thing? Lucifer kind of hoped it was, that'd be so hot.
Angel Dust wasn't nearly as distracted as the king was and started stammering over himself at the sight of Alastor starting to transferom, the static in the air growing heavier.
"I— I didn't see nothin'! I don't even, even know what I did see anywho! Not— Not that I did see it!!" The spider demon was clearly a mess, hands that had once been over his mouth now waving animatedly around him. He was putting space between himself and the sight of the king wrapped around the radio demon, which Lucifer had to admit was smart of him.
"Leave."
"Yupp! Yeah, doin— doin' that right now!" And Angel turned and practically ran away, rounding the corner in a way that would've made Lucifer dizzy.
But he supposed when Alastor talked with his demonic voice like that, he understood it could be terrifying for the others. Even if did things for Lucifer, personally.
Speaking of his radio demon, Alastor was taking deep breaths to calm himself and once his antlers and person returned to his usual appearance, he apparently thought it was Lucifer's turn for some scolding. "I told you this was risky."
"Oh where's your sense of fun!"
"Not nestled in the chance of people finding out things about my private life that are meant to remain private."
"It's just Angel."
"Yes, and we will have to deal with that, preferably sooner than later." Alastor's irritation was clear and Lucifer would not have that, not when he still had another kiss owed to him.
"Oh please. No one is going to believe him anyways!"
What he did not expect was the surprised, humorous noise that escaped his demon's lips. It had Lucifer grinning from ear to ear in victory. Before Alastor could reply, Lucifer stubbornly leaned in and stole his prize.
He always got what he wanted when it came to Alastor.
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Alastor wasn't sure if Angel Dust did talk or not, but the lack of whispers about Lucifer and himself around the hotel proved that, even if he had, no one believed him, just as his angel predicted. It'd been some weeks at this point and the demon was confident that their secret was safe. Being outed as a... whatever they were was not exactly something that either of them were ready for. Especially since it was still unclear just how serious this thing was to begin with.
Today found them in the lobby, Charlie excited to decorate for some group bonding project that was planned for the newer residents. Sinners weren't exactly pouring in so much as trickling, but it was still a much steadier stream than before (though any guests were an improvement over none), so the princess was of course overjoyed. This wasn't something Alastor normally took part in, choosing to watch instead; however, this time he received a very firm suggestion to participate from the princess's protective body guard girlfriend.
So, here he was, supervising Niffty's cleaning by helping her reach the cobwebbed corners with his tentacles as he observed others around him. Angel and Husk were being directed by Vaggie in setting up some type of stage, poor fools. It was amusing watching them strain under the former exorcist’s strict command as well as the physical labor. Alastor did love a good show of suffering and annoyance.
A glance over at Lucifer and his daughter showed the sinner exactly what he expected to find there. The circus-themed devil was making a clown of himself as he fretted about trying to please his little girl at every turn. This was not an amusing spectical, it was actually a touch pathetic and nauseating. The pair danced around each other, constantly trying to get the other’s approval and pride, not realizing they both already had it from the other. Alastor sometimes wished there was a chance of talking sense into them both, but also didn't want to get caught up in being... sentimental.
So instead, when he noticed his not-lover enthusiastically volunteering to help Charlie put up the banner for the stage, Alastor couldn't help but to do what he did best. Instigate. "Unless you plan on summoning a step stool, my darling, I'm not sure you're best for that job."
The pleasure of watching gold bloom across Lucifer's face while his fists clenched at his side was well worth it to Alastor. His smirk was perfectly in place as he watched the little king flounder for some moments for some kind of comeback.
However, he would never get to hear what was sure to be an absolutely poor and comedic retort. Angel Dust had decided that not only was he taking a break from the hard labor, but that he also had no care at all for his life.
"Why would ya call 'im yours? Ya two like, togetha?" The spider demon asked with no sense of self preservation and way too much of a knowing edge.
Radio feedback screeched through the lobby at the accusation, causing everyone to flinch before taking in what Angel had just said. Then there was a series of stares: First at Angel, then to Lucifer and Alastor, then back to Angel. It made Alastors eyes flip to dials in rage at being made to feel embarrassed.
The smile that the radio demon gave to Angel Dust was so sharp it could kill. "Don't be so preposterous, suggesting such a thing," Alastor made sure to sound outright offended by the allegation, almost disgusted. He knows he succeeds because he notices Lucifer having to turn his head to hide the hurt little frown: something he'd have to address later. "I merely address him as such, no differently than when I call Charlie ‘my dear.’ Please don't tell me you also think I'm in a relationship with her as well."
That last part actually did make Alastor feel a bit sick to his stomach. Truly a horrendous thought.
The spider demon didn't seem to share the same sentiment, though. "So ya do it outta, what? Respect? Ya really want me ta believe that?"
Unphased by the clear taunt, Alastor was more concerned with the disrespect. "He is a king, is he not? You'd be wise to remember that."
"King, huh? So then, he is our king?"
"Our king, my king, your king. Yes, all of it. He's made sure of that, has he not?"
"Then I can call him mine, too?" A surge of possessiveness spiked so dangerously in Alastor that he really should've been given a reward for not tearing the spider apart right then and there. Angel, however, wasn't done. "Since he's everyones, then he's mine too, yeah?"
The radio demon took a deep, surprisingly patient breath as the urge to murder simmered just beneath the surface. "Technically, yes. Lucifer is your king and ruler as much as anyone else's," he said through gritted teeth. Though, honestly, the sinner couldn't help but be impressed with the porn stars' apparent lack of self preservation.
The observation was proven even further when Angel Dust smirked — instead of cowering or crying or running away — and then walked over to Lucifer with a confident strut that made Alastor want to snap every joint in those ridiculously long legs. The spider demon moved to grab the side of the banner that the devil had dropped in his initial pursuit to argue with Alastor.
Lucifer looked at Angel with a sense of critical apprehension and the radio demon had to brace himself for what he knew was about to come out of the other sinner's mouth. Had to remind himself that he was unable to make his claim public in any sense.
"Here, let me help ya with that, my short king." And there was even a wink thrown in at the end there, the statement so obviously flirty that Alastor felt his horns creak a bit in his repressed rage. He was not a man who was known for his sharing nature. What was Alastor’s, was Alastor’s alone.
By some miracle, Alastor managed to remain silent and no one really noticed his antlers grow by an inch or so. But where the demon proved to have more control over his emotions, Lucifer was far less successful.
The devil's eyes blinked to a blood red so quickly that it actually took Alastor, and unfortunately Angel as well, a moment to notice. Once Angel had, though, the look of pure hell fire in Lucifer's eyes made him drop the banner and quickly scramble back. Finally, evidence of some sense of survival instincts.
"I— I— I didn't mean anythin' by it, your— your majesty!" The spider stumbled over his words as well as his retreat, his various limbs working against him with a type of clumsiness that only fear brought on.
"Damn right, you didn't." Lucifer was more upset than Alastor expected him to be, but the sight of smoke breathed out through his almost-lover's mouth was enough to make the sinner warm with pride. "You are the subjects here, therefore if anyone is owned it is you sinners, not me!"
This display of power had the radio demon smirking, almost glowing with not just the mentioned pride but also a sense of satisfaction. Enough so that the fact that Lucifer's statement also insulted Alastor didn't even phase him.
The king of hell just basically proved to the sinner that the only one who was allowed to have any claim on the devil was the Radio Demon. And only the Radio Demon. It stroked Alastor’s ego as well as his rather possessive nature. Lucifer Morningstar belonged to him, and what a fucking rush that was.
A rush that didn't last very long, unfortunately. A glint of harsh lobby lighting reflected just so off the golden band on Lucifer's hand as he went back to helping his daughter with the banner, wings out and still bitching at Angel's audacity. It was sobering, the sight of the claim Lilith still had on the king. A claim that spanned eons — the length of humanity's existence.
How was Alastor meant to compete? Surely this couldn't have been their first separation? Was... was Alastor merely a fling? A way for Lucifer to remedy his loneliness until Lilith finally came back?
The thoughts swirled around in his head and clenched at his chest, quickly replacing all of the pride from only moments before. It left him feeling sick and sour. He was not a pastime, he was not a toy. He would not be used and made a fool of. Absolutely not. Lucifer may be the king but Alastor was still the Radio Demon and he had a reputation to maintain.
He would not let himself just be another pathetic scandal in the papers. Labeled foolish for falling for someone that was never really available to begin with.
Alastor never did find Lucifer later that day to smooth over the hurt his earlier denial had caused. Instead, he let this new found dread seep into anger, choosing to avoid Lucifer the best he could for the moment.
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The day hadn’t been exactly the best for Lucifer. Alastor had apparently slept with a stick up his ass because the first thing they did while getting ready that morning was argue. Lucifer had just finished putting on his vest and had turned to affectionately help Alastor with his bow tie, like he had been doing since the demon started staying in his rooms some weeks ago.
However, he’d barely touched the silken fabric before Alastor brushed him off with a strained smile. “Worry about yourself, sire.”
It caused Lucifer to blink in surprise. Then he looked around the room, to verify they were indeed alone, before he frowned. They only acted like this to each other in front of others, Alastor doesn’t use titles with him in private. “What’s wrong?”
“Must something be wrong to simply want to dress myself?” For what should have been an innocent sentence, the words had more edge to them than they should’ve. They made Lucifer flinch involuntarily.
“Not necessarily, but something has to be wrong for you to talk like that.”
Alastor gave a cold glance to Lucifer's expressive hands before he turned to the mirror and did his own bow tie. “I simply do not wish to be touched by you.”
Well, that was uncalled for. Enough to make the words that came out next feel sour and heavy on his tongue. “Look, if you’re having a no touchy day, all you had to do was communicate that.”
“It is not that I do not want to be touched,” the demon corrected, still cruel. And he caught Lucifer's eye in the mirror, glaring. “It is that I do not want your tainted hands on me.”
The devil's chest clenched painfully, the air escaping his lungs in a surprised, hurtful exhale. “Wow.. okay.” He blinked to prevent his eyes from watering, because he would not give Alastor the satisfaction of seeing him cry over something like that. “Thought you liked the whole, fallen angel, devil thing. Plus, it's not exactly like your blood-stained hands are sinless.”
An annoyed, exasperated sigh harshly escaped Alastor before he turned and looked down his nose at the king. “I realize that you have a tendency to see everything through a childish lens, but this is not something I feel like joking about.”
“Another insult. Alright.” A humorless laugh left Lucifer. “Well, hows this for serious; Fuck you Alastor.” He snatched up his cane and hat as he stormed towards the door. “Don’t fucking bother talking to me unless you feel like explaining the stick up your ass!”
The door slammed behind him with a force that he just barely controlled so as to not break the damn thing.
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Apparently, the king truly intended not to talk to Alastor until he apologized. While that was annoying in itself, what was really pissing Alastor off was the fact that Lucifer was also acting like he didn’t exist! Wouldn’t look at him, ignored his presence, never acknowledged anything he said. The demon was basically a gnat to the devil and Alastor refused to be made to feel this way.
It really wasn’t helping the well of insecurity that had opened in his chest the last couple of weeks about this building… relationship? Is that what they were calling this now? Alastor had thought so. It was very rare he ever engaged in such things, emotions and physical desires just pointless distractions on the whole. But Lucifer broke through all that with him.
And then left him second guessing everything.
The Radio Demon was giving this an honest try. He had no intentions to use or betray his lover in any way that was within his control — lack of control was not something he was willing to elaborate on — and took the relationship building between Lucifer and himself seriously. As serious as he had thought Lucifer did, but the king still wore his wedding ring.
Alastor wasn't sure how it hadn't clicked before, but it was now all he could see. That golden band wrapped around his thoughts until all he was left with was insecurities that made him feel pathetic. Weak.
Alastor hated being made to feel weak.
That morning, when he turned to Lucifer and saw him slip that wedding band on like it was a natural, unquestionable act, Alastor couldn’t stand the cold and hollow feeling that split into his chest. It’d been months now — nearly half a year of them being together — and still Lucifer wore that thing like he hadn’t stopped waiting for her to return. The reaction he had to it was so intense that the thought of that cold metal brushing against any part of himself or his things made him feel sick.
So, yes, he was maybe a touch too cruel with his words, but, compared to what Lucifer was doing to him , it was nothing. It certainly didn’t warrant being treated like he mattered so little that he wasn’t worthy of recognition.
With this knowledge, it should have come as a surprise to absolutely no one when Alastor finally snapped. He growled after another brush off — Lucifer not even looking at him — and he grabbed the king's arm before dragging him into the shadows with him. Charlie’s shouts were completely ignored. He’d deal with the girl's confusion later.
His shadows took them to a random empty room in the hotel, not wanting anyone to come find them and interrupt what Alastor was sure would be a very intense and fiery conversation.
“What is this?” Lucifer asked as he pulled himself from Alastors grip and glared lightly. “Finally going to apologize?”
A groan of mild frustration escaped Alastor. “No. I still think I’m perfectly reasonable in why I’m upset.”
“Then don’t talk to me.” His grudgeful lover rolled his eyes as they turned to leave.
“No, I will!” Like a flash, Alastors hand shot out and grabbed Lucifer's arm for the second time that day, this time to prevent him from leaving the room. “Because I refuse to be ignored like I don’t matter!”
Lucifer's eyes blazed, barely restrained anger causing his voice to boom. “But I’m supposed to accept being spoken to like I don’t matter?!”
It was a bit sobering for Alastor, even if his anger still burned at the back of his tongue. There was a moment where Lucifer’s words hung in the air while he tried to breathe. “I should not have been as cruel as I was,” he conceded, “however, I still maintain that my reasoning is valid.”
The calmer tone did nothing to impress the king. “Oh? And what reason is that, Alastor?”
There was another heavy pause before Alastor spoke, slowly this time, his eyes fixed toward the golden mockery on Lucifer's hand. “How… am I supposed to believe that this isn’t a mere… distraction for you, when you clearly can not even let go of the past?”
It was a fair question, Alastor felt. What security was he meant to have when every wink of gold reflected from that tainted finger reminded him of the one that Lucifer was waiting on? The reminder of a love that spanned longer than Alastor can even fathom, that carried more than the demon could ever hope to mean to the devil.
“Let go of the…” Alastor knew Lucifer's face was scrunched in confusion, with how it colors his words. “What are you talking about?”
Alastor slid his hand down Lucifer's arm until his fingers could wrap securely around his partner's wrist instead. Then, in one smooth movement, he pulled that hand up to eye level, gold once again between them. “This! I’m talking about this! You're wearing your ex-wife's wedding ring like you’re just waiting for her to return!”
Shock was easily readable on Lucifer's face and not for the first time, Alastor wondered how such a powerful being could be so easily read. He supposed that was the point though, easier to keep the upper hand when the other party eats up everything you seem to be so freely feeding them.
“I… I’ve always worn it?” The demon watched those confused eyes slide from the ring to his face. “Why, why is it a problem now ?”
"Because you're in a… a relationship with… me now." There was pain bleeding into Alastor's strained smile, he was sure of it. There was no hiding it, not now that Lucifer was making him question everything about them that he thought he understood. “...Right?"
He felt stupid for even asking like that, it sounded so pathetic. However, he supposed when it came to Lucifer, this whatever between them had become something that he didn't want to lose. Or mess up. So the fact that he now felt like he couldn't look at the devil felt very justified, having bared more of his heart than he'd planned.
The silence was torture.
"Is that what you want?" Something in Lucifer's voice pulled Alastor's eyes to him. He sounded just as unsure, just as exposed. "Do you want... this," he motioned between the two of them, "to be an exclusive relationship? Because we've.. never talked about it."
The bubbling annoyance was hard to swallow down, weaving its way into his words even as Alastor tried to stop it. "I wasn't aware that I had to have that conversation. You know damn well that I'm not one to share, I told you that when we started... this."
Lucifer's left hand was still held captive between them, so Alastor lowered it before letting go, not wanting to look at that damn ring anymore. He did, however, maintain eye contact with his king, too stubborn to look away again now.
“I suppose you did…” The admission was so soft Alastor almost missed it, if it weren’t for the fact that he could see Lucifer’s lips move. “Perhaps I should’ve put two and two together, but at times you are a bit hard to understand. I wasn’t sure if you… wanted for this to be serious or not.”
There was that annoyance again, but this time Alastor embraced it. “I very seldom like to waste my time , Lucifer. Especially in matters that require so much… intimacy.” He couldn’t help the little wrinkle of disgust that formed on his nose.
Apparently his angel found that funny, from the way he laughed in a sudden burst that he tried to cover up just as quickly. Alastor wasn’t as amused, glaring at him before Lucifer cleared his throat awkwardly. “That’s reassuring at least.” And he rewarded Alastor with a little smile.
The sinner simply hummed in reply, undecided between being pissed or accepting this was who Lucifer was.
“I know that you are not really one for talking about feelings and such…” Lucifer started again after a moment of awkward silence, and it made Alastors insides cringe painfully. “But, I do take this thing between us seriously as well. I suppose I just didn’t want to assume that it was mutual without you explicitly stating so.”
“What does that have to do with you still wearing your ring? If you take us seriously, you shouldn’t be hanging on to her.”
The angel sighed and looked down as his hands came together, fingers playing with the ring as he spoke. “I thought that it might show more of a commitment to this than you would be comfortable with.”
When no reply came from Alastor, Lucifer pushed forward. “I’ll admit that I also forget about it at times… But I suppose it is mostly that I didn’t want to assume how serious you were taking this and I wasn’t ready to field questions from Charlie.” He paused in his fidgeting to give a huffed, self deprecating laugh. “Or the rest of hell, for that matter.”
“It’s not unacceptable for the King to move on from the Queen that left him.” Alastor’s voice was flat, barring as many emotions as he could from it. He hated this whole conversation and how vulnerable it was making him feel.
He was met with a sigh before Lucifer, finally, looked back up at him. “That may be so, but what if they ask why now? Is this something that… you’re ready to make public?”
Silence followed, though this time the devil did not fill it. Alastor was left to stew in his thoughts, frowning at the complications that such a thing getting out could stir up. When he finally spoke again, it was soft, like he was afraid concerned what the answer was. “I have to be ready to tell all of hell about us… for you to be willing to take off the symbol of love you wear for another person?”
Horror showed on Lucifer’s face. “No, Alastor, no !” It was frantic as he reached for a hand to grab. “I’m sorry, that is not what I meant!”
“Then what did you mean?” Alastor let Lucifer hold his hand, even though he was not holding it back.
“I— I’m not sure…” Soft and uneasy, the devil followed it with another of his deprecating laughs. “I guess I was just pushing my luck a little.”
With all his offered silence, Alastor couldn't help but wonder why he had brought up any of this. A moment of letting emotions get the better of him, perhaps. An embarrassing display of weakness… Yet he stayed, simply staring at Lucifer.
Lucifer offered up another sigh. “If you’re being honest about… this, being in a relationship and not just a… passing fling. I’ll take it off. Gladly.” He squeezed Alastors hand that he was holding still. “I’m not waiting for her, mon cerf. I want to be with you …”
How could he hold onto his bitter feelings when the king was being so genuine with him? He exhaled it all in a soft sigh after a small stretch of more silence before his smile moved to something more tentative and soft. “I’m serious, mon ange. I had thought staying in your rooms with you showed that.”
The smile returned just as softly. “I suppose we both had insecurities we weren’t handling correctly…”
The statement was followed up by Lucifer letting go of Alastor so he could raise his left hand back up between them. He didn’t say anything, just silently offered it to his demon with the same soft expression as earlier. Alastor took it and, while maintaining eye contact, lifted the king's hand to his mouth. His lips wrapped around Lucifer’s ring finger, moving all the way down until his teeth rested just on the other side of the metal band.
Then, slowly, Alastor bit down, just enough to break the skin, making Lucifer hiss softly in surprise. His teeth let up just a little before he started to pull the hand back, finger sliding out of his mouth in a drag that scraped along his sharp teeth. The ring itself stayed behind, falling off into Alastors mouth once Lucifer's finger was free.
His mouth opened as he let Lucifer's hand go, the ring hanging off the tip of his tongue for a moment before a flash of green flames engulfed it. Alastor let it fall then, taking his tongue back into his mouth, the ring burning up in his magical rage before it ever hit the ground.
“You are mine.” His voice was deep without his filter. Lucifer needed to understand that he was serious, Alastor was tired of his actions not being enough. “I do not like what is mine presenting as if they belong to someone else.”
The sinner felt the shiver that went through Lucifer as the devil pressed closer to him. It was rewarding and he couldn’t help but smirk as his arms circled around his smaller lover's waist. In turn, Lucifer's arms came up to rest against his chest, Alastor noticing his finger was all healed save for the small ring of a bite mark around its base. That sent something hot and wanting through the demon.
“I’m really enjoying this possessive streak of yours..” His angel nearly purred at him and it only prompted Alastor to pull him impossibly closer, showing Lucifer just how deep that possessiveness went.
“You will find that it is much more than a streak.” Alastor leaned his face closer to his lovers, grin sharp and eyes flickering with a sinister heat.
And Lucifer met him pace for pace, beautiful eyes flicking red for a brief second, flirty and teasing. “Promises, promises…”
They stared at each other, challenging and tense. Alastor broke first, surging forward and closing the distance between them to kiss Lucifer with the same heat that was burning through his veins. The devil once again gave as good as he got and opened his mouth to his lover for a different kind of conversation to start.
Gladly, Lucifer fields questions about his missing ring for the next couple of weeks.
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The next months brought with them the turbulence of navigating an official relationship. While they both felt more secure in what they were to each other, it didn't change the fact that both of them could be difficult people.
There were times when Alastor was so sweet it baffled Lucifer. One morning — several weeks after the devil had let his demon remove his ring and leave one of his own making behind — Lucifer had woken up to soft kisses against the mark that he kept on his finger. It melted him, that whole experience just loving kisses, whispered sweet words and cuddling together until they were late for breakfast.
Then they had moments like this: a simple case of sniping at each other somehow turned brutally serious; the sinner determined to cause enough emotional damage to ensure his victory.
He refused to give Alastor the twisted pleasure of seeing him cry. With a crackle of magic, Lucifer opened a portal and stepped through, not caring where it went so long as it wasn't here. It snapped closed behind him in lieu of a door to slam.
He didn’t bother to discern where he ended up, his emotions so high at the moment it blocked out his situational awareness as he paced in the dark. The angel didn’t understand, it had been a nearly innocent question, but the demon had reacted with so much venom it paralyzed Lucifer for a moment.
But then of course, the devil wasn’t really known for keeping his temper nor his pride in check, so he shot back as good as he got. Alastor took it as a challenge and seemed determined to win by any means necessary, even as Lucifer had visibly cooled in the wake of his mistake.
An apology couldn’t even be offered before Alastor was tearing him down with carefully aimed blows, leaving Lucifer shocked and trembling. Remembering it all, he paused in his pacing as his eyes started to burn again. Even if Alastor hadn’t meant anything he said, he still said it with the intent to hurt Lucifer.
A sniffle broke the silence around him before he even shed a tear, a worthless effort to keep it all inside. Now adjusted to the darkness, he looked around, realizing he was in the library. He pointlessly wondered if he’d been in here before cropped up as he finally felt wetness on his cheeks.
Fruitlessly wiping at his eyes, Lucifer made his way around a couple of the bookshelves before finding the seating area. He gracelessly flopped onto a loveseat, resting his head in his hands.
It felt ridiculous to be crying like this over a petty fight, over words he knew didn't mean anything. But it still struck at the soreness in his soul. His insecurities squirming in his chest like a nest of snakes.
A bad father, a bad husband, a worthless son. The failure of heaven. Most hated being in the universe.
Most likely a horrible lover as well, with the way he seemed to easily piss off Alastor.
Logically, a part of him knew that none of it was true, but logic wouldn't stop the tears. He'd reached hiccuping sobs and still he couldn't validate his response. At this point it was a spiral way beyond Alastor and the fight in their room. He supposed he was overdue for one of these.
It was no wonder Lucifer never noticed the shifting shadows nor heard the sigh of relief as Alastor materialized in the library. But the hands that gently grabbed his own were hard to ignore.
He startled, finally looking up only to see a tear blurred version of his lover. Lucifer sniffled, trying to stop his crying only to yet again fail. "What... what are you doing?"
Slowly, Alastor knelt in front of his king, seemingly almost afraid that he would run again, still holding his hands. "Finding you."
"Look, I was serious. I'm done fighting, Alastor."
"I know. I'm not here to fight, mon ange..." The normally static-laced voice was smooth and filterless, soft. It was enough to make Lucifer look up, his tired gold meeting Alastors surprisingly loving red.
"Then, are you here to... apologize?" It was completely fair how doubtful Lucifer was about that chance.
"I do seem to keep finding myself in positions that make you feel you are owed one, don't I."
Though it was worded like a question, it was spoken like an observation. Lucifer was too tired to play this game. So, he shook his head and looked away with an emotionally heavy sigh. "Not everything has to be a fight… I’m going to need more than words this time.”
Silence met the devil’s slightly broken words, Lucifer’s stuttered breath as he tried to regain control of himself the only sound. Then, there was a claw at his chin, gently tipping his gaze back to his demon’s. A demon who looked about as close to sorry as Lucifer thought he might be capable of.
"I know..." Still, that filter was dropped so Lucifer could hear every inflection as Alastor spoke, "... and I'm trying, mon cher. I truly am. May I… hold you?”
Lucifer blinked, but found the request for consent put him more at ease. “That… would be nice.”
The angel scooted to the side, making room for the tall sinner to settle next to him, allowing himself to be gently maneuvered onto the man's lap. Exhausted from the rush of emotions, Lucifer leaned against his chest and closed his eyes, letting the vestiges of his tears fall unencumbered.
There was a small shift as Alastor leaned to place an impossibly gentle kiss to Lucifer's cheek, his warm lips taking away some tears before he continued. "I know I'm not the easiest person to deal with on any given day, let alone in a relationship. This is all new to me and… I want to learn, my dear. I want to be a better partner to you..."
Lucifer swallowed thickly, he knew he looked like a disaster with tears and snot on his face, soaking into Alastor's shirt. While he knew that didn’t matter, he couldn't help but feel self-conscious.
"So I will do better, okay? I will work on listening more instead of jumping to defensive cruelty at the thought of offense." There was a brief pause as those lips lingered on the edge of Lucifer's brows, unperturbed by the salty liquid. “Is there anything more I can do?”
It took a moment for the devil to find his voice, and when he had it was still watery. “Just hold me for now, Alastor. I'm… tired.”
“But of course.”
Alastor settled back against the loveseat, becoming a breathing cushion for his little king. His head remained bent close, his lips grazing ever so slightly against wet cheeks and puffy eyelids, so soft and tender that Lucifer nearly believed he was an imposter. The devil heaved a deep sigh and sank further into the comfort, sniffling every now and then as he waited for the faucet to turn itself off.
Alastor shifted his hips ever so slightly. “Would— you be opposed to some poetry? If I read it out loud?”
“Trying to distract me?”
“Something like that.”
“Knock yourself out. I like the sound of your voice.”
Alastor chuckled as a dark tendril emerged from his back and perused the shelves behind the loveseat. “It is how I got my job in radio, after all.”
Lucifer allowed himself a tiny chuckle, trying to stem the flow of his tears while Alastor cracked an ancient booklet open above his head and started reading. It was nice, and distracting. At first Lucifer merely listened to the cadence of the sinner's voice, the natural rise and fall of spoken lyrics lulling him into a sense of calm.
Then he noticed the words. Sonnets of pure sorrow. Pentameters of absolute yearning, such beautiful aches that only the mortals born of divine influence could conceive. Just listening to them made Lucifer's eyes burn anew.
Why did Alastor choose these ?!
“I can't decide if you're trying to make me feel better or make me cry more..."
The demon laughed gently, his large palm smoothing down Lucifer's spine in a comforting way that lingered around the low back.
"Well... as your partner, I want you to be happy..." Alastor shifted beneath him again, his hips rising slightly, bringing Lucifer's attention to a hardness beneath himself. The hand on Lucifer's back moved to his cheek, the thumb brushing away some of his tears, only for a long red tongue to lick it clean. "But... you are so breathtakingly gorgeous when you cry… the very picture of divine suffering…"
The confession was released with a little sigh, a puff of warm air tickling Lucifer's cheek and making him gasp the tiniest amount. "It is so… Pathetic . It makes me feel a- a certain kind of way."
Though it didn't make any sense to Lucifer, it didn't stop the wet little laugh that left him. "Seriously?” Lucifer knew he was a mess, his cheeks hot with emotion and now embarrassment. But a hand on Alastor's inner thigh prompted an aborted grunt and a sharp inhale, confirming his suspicions. “Oh fuck you. You would get turned on by someone crying."
The affectionate laugh that answered him confirmed that Alastor knew there was no bite in his remark. "Not ‘someone’, mon ange, only you. Can you blame me? When I have a creature in my arms that even Adonis would be jealous of?”
Lucifer puffed his cheeks out with disbelief, hoping it would make him ugly. “Asshole. There are other ways to make me cry that won’t crush my spirit.”
Alastor drew Lucifer closer so the smaller man was straddling his hips, the slightest of pressure on his trapped cock. His lips were pressed to slick skin, tongue lapping at the liquid emotion that trailed down the angelic face. Despite the embarrassment of sitting on an erection caused by his crying, Lucifer gasped softly at the attention, rocking his hips and whimpering as heat rose in his veins, like a stove turned to simmer.
“Other ways…” Alastor mused. “Such as laughter? Song? Or perhaps… pleasure?”
His hands slid beneath Lucifer’s shirt and vest, trailing up his ribs until both thumbs grazed over pert nipples, rubbing the sensitive nubs while Lucifer arched against him.
“Th—this isn't an apology!” Lucifer tried to argue as his head began to spin.
“Isn't it?” Alastor countered. “I made you cry from despair. That alone is a crime worthy of execution. Perhaps I should balance the scales by making you cry from pleasure… ”
One hand slid down into the back of Lucifer's pants. Claws gripped a pearly globe and squeezed, finger tips close to the king's entrance, teasing.
“ Ah- Alastor…” the devil moaned, the demon’s grip causing his hips to rut forward again. What was he even supposed to think about right now? “You want to make it up to me? Fine. You better do a thorough job.”
Another laugh, a hum, and a deep, "Gladly," were the only warning he got before he was kissed, Alastor still handling him with gentleness. This though, started a small flame in his gut that demanded more.
The devil moaned into the kiss as Alastor caressed every erogenous zone on his body, lightly scratching with his claws or pinching skin and rubbing it with his finger pads. Lucifer had stopped crying by now, but Alastor continued licking every inch of his exposed neck, chasing the salty taste like a man starved.
Suddenly, muffled voices approached the door and they froze. The voices became louder then passed by and faded down the hallway. A reminder that the library was precariously close to the public eye.
“Does anyone come in here?” Lucifer asked in a hoarse whisper.
“I do.”
“You don't count when you're already here!”
“Hmm, Husker, when he’s in a studious mood…which is rare.” The demon's grin widened with wicked intent. “We shouldn’t get caught, so long as you keep your begging to a discreet volume.”
“My what ?!”
“You heard me,” Alastor murmured, his hot breath filling Lucifer’s ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth.
Lucifer gasped as heat flooded his veins, the desperate urge to plead for more arrested behind his clenched teeth. “Bastard,” he gasped. Two could play this game. He started to grind against Alastor’s erection, gratified by the grunt in his ear.
The satisfaction was short-lived. “How I could make you scream, mon cher. Make you cry, begging on your knees to be fucked. My pretty… pathetic little angel…”
“A—all talk… typical for the Radio Demon.”
A slight growl rumbled through Alastor's chest, sending electric currents up Lucifer's spine. Crafty hands opened the front of his pants and pushed the material down. Lucifer nearly squealed when the demon's large hand wrapped around his aching cock, while the pressure on his ass made him uncertain which pleasure to chase.
“What was that, my darling?” The sinner smirked against his neck, stroking his cock from base to tip with agonizing slowness. Lucifer sobbed brokenly, but when he pushed his hips forward into Alastor’s hand, the digits pressed against his entrance would draw away, forcing him to chase those as well.
“You've…made your point…” Lucifer huffed. He dropped his head to Alastor's shoulder and rocked his hips faster, hoping that would make the hand stroke in time. Instead it held still and squeezed. “Fucking damnit, move!”
“So demanding,” Alastor purred. “I don't hear a ‘please’.”
The devil cast aside all his pride for the time being. He could always get it back later.
“ Please , darling?” Lucifer gasped, lifting his voice an octave and infusing it with breathless want. “I can beg… I can beg so nicely. Tell you how much I need you to fill me to the brim, make me feel you for days...”
He won a tip of Alastor's finger sliding into his eager hole, a simple thought simultaneously coating his passage with slick, allowing the finger to easily sink into the last knuckle.
“Oh… Mon ange,” Alastor panted, clearly taken aback by his near effortless access to Lucifer’s body. “How deliciously desperate…”
With more pressure for Lucifer to grind against, his whimpers and whines unconsciously rose in volume as he sought his own release.
“Keep mewling, precious. Any moment they will hear you and know what a slut you are for me.”
Lucifer froze again, the sudden terror of being caught sending adrenaline racing through his veins. Eyes darting to the door, he didn't register Alastor's quick movements until he felt a thicker object pressing against his hole.
“Al—” Lucifer unconsciously clenched, making the initial breach more painful, enough to bring tears to his eyes once more. “Ah! W—wait!”
The sound of new voices passing by made Lucifer's eyes widen. He stared into the sadistically satisfied radio dials that were currently Alastor's pupils as the hands on his hips guided him down onto his thick cock. Lucifer's mouth hung open at the sudden fullness, but no sound escaped.
Once the voices moved on, and the door remained closed, Lucifer leaned against Alastor and released a gut-punched moan.
“Fuck!”
“Isn’t this what you asked for so prettily?”
Alastor kissed his cherubic cheeks, catching the light flow of tears. Lucifer whimpered as his muscles contracted, squeezing the cock that was now buried deep inside. The pressure caused his eyes to overflow more, the salty fluid quickly lapped up by that greedy tongue.
“That's it, mon cher. Bounce on me… let me taste your desperation…”
Alastor stroked the hand on Lucifer’s cock in time with the devil as he rose and fell on his length, his beautiful golden eyes empty of anything except the maddening drag of the demon dick inside him.
For a while it was only shared gasps and helpless whimpers, teeth and lips laying jagged bites and dark bruises across the landscape of their bodies. Gold tinged lips met with red stained tongues, tasting of their desperate need for each other.
“So close… you're taking me so well,” Alastor groaned. “If you beg a little more… I might just fill you with my seed.”
Lucifer clenched, his eyes rolling back at the promise. “Yes!” He said hoarsely, only barely conscious enough to keep his voice down. “I want— want that… to feel you… p—please…”
Alastor's thumb pressed against the devil’s leaking slit, making him whine and writhe on the demon’s lap, his movements uncoordinated and shaken from their rhythm. New tears welled in his eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations both inside and out.
“The great king of hell… the greatest star in the sky… reduced to a blubbering mess, just for me.”
“A-Alastor! Please!”
How could he resist such a plea? Fingers tangled in golden hair and pulled Lucifer’s mouth down to meet his own, devouring the groans that vibrated out of his divine throat. Alastor's tendrils wrapped around the angel’s slender waist, holding Lucifer still as he thrust his hips up hard and fast.
As Lucifer's muffled sobs became messy and desperate, Alastor's hand stroked faster, keeping the movement in pace with his thrusts and sending his own pleasure to a white hot peak.
Together they crashed, breaking in tandem. Lucifer’s spend splashing onto Alastor's shirt while his hole was stuffed with the same. They trembled together in the afterglow, hanging onto each other for dear life.
It took some time to float back down; for their eyes to open and their gazes to meet. Slowly, heady gasps turned into soft, gentle kisses.
“Forgive me now?” Alastor asked, brushing sweat soaked curls from his king's face.
Lucifer moaned, lying against Alastor's chest, utterly exhausted. “Ask me again in an hour.”
The demon simply laughed as he held the angel closer. Silence rested between them, Alastor pressing gentle kisses into sweaty yet soft hair. His low voice eventually broke the quiet. “I did mean it… That I want to do better.”
A show of vulnerability Lucifer hadn’t expected from his sinner, and it made him lift his tired gaze back up to meet softly glowing red eyes. They seemed to evaluate each other for some seconds, both searching.
“I know…” Lucifer finally breathed out, an acknowledgement but not forgiveness. It would have to do for now.
Alastor, thankfully, seemed to understand and hummed softly before pulling Lucifer back against his chest, guiding his head under his chin. They were both a bit of a mess, and Lucifer was in a state of undress that the radio demon wasn’t keen on anyone else bearing witness to; however, he didn’t move them for the time being. Instead, he hummed a gentle tune and ran his knuckles soothingly up and down his lover's side.
There were more footsteps, more voices, coming close and fading out again. Eventually, though, the doorknob jiggled, like someone was debating entering. Alastor took that as his cue to finally abandon the library, fading his sleeping king and himself into shadows. The poetry book was left behind on the sofa.
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It was around midnight and the denizens of the hotel had already turned in. Even Husk, who normally mans the bar well into the earlier hours of the morning, had gone off to bed early. Lucifer suspected it had something to do with Angel Dust actually getting back at a decent hour.
Apparently all of the spider demon’s evening shoots got canceled because — Cal? Zal? — whoever had to attend the same meeting that had also pulled Alastor away. Which was annoying as Lucifer had looked forward to a night in with his lover after the exhausting week they had. Instead, he was drinking alone.
It was just past a year since the start of their relationship, which was still rather private. Secret, actually. Lucifer was positive the only one who had suspected anything was Angel and the demon probably thought it was a one time hookup by now.
However, they were happily in love, thanks. Even if Alastor wouldn't admit to it, not even to Lucifer. But he knew the feelings were not only mutual but equally as deep, in their own rights. No matter that sometimes the king's depression got the better of him and he grew anxious about his demon’s feelings; it never made them less true.
There was a tingle in the air that pulled Lucifer from his anxious musings, and he knew the demon that haunted his thoughts was now standing behind him. He would recognize the static of Alastors power anywhere. "Welcome back, mon cerf. Care to join me?"
And sure enough, his lover came into view as he took the bar stool beside Lucifer. Alastor didn't question how Lucifer knew he was there before he even fully materialized, it was expected at this point. All the better, as secretly meeting up made having to announce one's presence rather bothersome.
No greeting was given, but an answer came in the way that Alastor summoned a glass and his poison of choice. A nice hardy two fingers of rye was poured into the deer’s glass before he downed it like a party shot. Lucifer was surprised but didn't let that get in the way of enjoying the view of Alastors throat working through every long gulp in record time.
When Alastor finally daned to look Lucifer's way, the angel raised an eyebrow in question. The sinner shrugged before nodding to the collection of empty martini glasses next to him on the bar. "Looks like I have catching up to do."
The fluster that came from being called out for how much he'd already indulged couldn’t be stopped. With a wave of his hand, the dirty glasses vanished and the devil decided to divert attention away from himself, "Meeting not go well?"
"It went as well as one could expect with all three V's in the room."
A sympathizing flinch and hum left the angel as he moved to pour Alastor another drink, then refilled his own. "That sounds like true hell."
It earned him at least a snort from his demon. "Absolutely." And then Alastor went into a tale of the kind of dramatic showboating the three performed throughout the whole meeting. Lucifer made sure to keep their glasses topped off.
In terms of inebriation, the demon caught up with the devil and then together they pushed on further.
Lucifer wasn't sure how much time passed before Alastor was done with his retelling, but it didn’t matter. He could probably listen to his lover talk all day if he had to. The demon really knew how to tell a story and keep interest, his radio host talents shining bright. The devil almost wished he could have seen Alastor in life: experience the more human side of his deer.
Once Alastor paused long enough that Lucifer was sure the story was over, he hummed against the rim of his own glass before taking a sip. "How those three became overlords is beyond me..."
The sinner laughed, loose and a touch free from the drinks. "An overwhelmingly unfortunate bout of dumb luck and several stupidly desperate sinners, no doubt."
After an accompanying laugh, the conversation naturally lulled and the two finished off their drinks. Lucifer made himself busy providing refills. He was quite a bit buzzed at this point, and that's with his angelic metabolism. It made him curious how Alastor was fairing but a glance told the devil nothing, the demon's poker face so practiced that the soft flush on his cheeks were the only sign that he'd been drinking.
But Lucifer also knew how to read his lover: the way Alastor had moved close enough that their knees brushed, or how he'd started to touch the angel more, little brushes of his claws along shoulders, arms and legs. This all told Lucifer that his deer was softening; it was a side to Alastor that he rarely got to see. A side he wanted to horde, a treat just for himself. No one else was allowed to see his lover like this anymore.
That thought brought forth another, and Lucifer gave a soft frown before asking, "Does the box still flirt with you?"
There was amusement in the sinner's eyes at Lucifer once again not bothering to remember Vox's name, but it wasn't enough to hide his grimace at the question. "Unfortunately he does like to subject me to... comments…that are far past that of being a rival."
That actually upset the angel, his eyes bleeding out gold to make room for the deep red of his anger. "I could take care of him, you know."
"No doubt!" Alastor replied, fast and sharp. "But I am not some damsel to be saved, your majesty ." Lucifer flinched at that special flavor of detachment. The king hated his sinner addressing him by title while alone. "I am more than capable of handling that oversized picture box myself!"
Tension crackled in the static around them as they stared at each other for some seconds. Lucifer broke first, though, with a long sigh and hands scrubbing over his face.
He willed his eyes back to normal before opening them again. "I never meant to imply that you couldn't handle him..." The demon just hummed a disbelieving note but Lucifer didn't let it deter him. "I know how strong you are. I know that you’re more than capable of taking him out alone..."
After a pause, Alastor raised an eyebrow, telling his king that he was waiting for the inevitable—
"But... I also don't like people messing with what's mine." The soft growl at the end wasn't intended, but Lucifer was apparently too drunk to control all of his responses.
It was clear that the sinner had not been expecting the reasoning behind the offer. However, he also didn't seem mad anymore, his cold judgment from earlier melting into amusement. "Is the king of hell possessive?"
An exasperated sigh on an eye roll was the first answer, "You have no right to judge me. I know how possessive you are too. You think I didn't notice the bloodlust in your eyes during that entire incident with Angel all those months ago? All because he dared to imply I was his King too ? Or how about the only thing that stopped you from snapping Stolas's neck last month when he hugged me was the fact that he’s a Goetia?"
Now it was Alastors turn to have his eye color flicker at the anger those incidents incited in him. But, it was gone after a moment, his demon ever composed. "Yes, yes." It was waved off like it meant nothing, even though that was clearly false. "However, you forget that you've never shown this possessiveness of yours. Mine is no secret, we've known since the start that I do not share, nicely or otherwise."
Lucifer merely shrugged at the observation, not bothering to deny anything as he took another sip.
"Experience has shown me that my possessiveness is very rarely welcomed, so I tend to not show it. Doesn't mean I don't feel it, though."
Alastor’s static hummed with surprise and his eyes widened. "Surely not experience with me ?"
It made the angel laugh as he shook his head. Hazily, Lucifer wondered if Alastor knew that his magic was much more expressive when he was drunk, the understanding on the demon's face accented by a soft annoyed little buzz in the air.
"Must I remind you again, sire, that I am not her?"
Another barely suppressed flinch at the title before he sighed softly and smiled at his deer demon. "Not at all. You are nothing like her. And that is one of many things that I love about you..."
This wasn't exactly the first time Lucifer has used the L word on Alastor, be it directly or in passing. He had no problem being open to his lover about his feelings. Even if said lover has never said it back.
The lack of reciprocating words didn’t bother the King, though. Alastor certainly had a way with words, but he was not a man of words. Words could be tools, or weapons. Words could be used to manipulate, deceive and control. They often did not express Alastor’s true thoughts or feelings on... well, anything. No, he better expressed his feelings through his actions .
And Alastor's actions had shown Lucifer time and time again that he returns the devil's feelings whole heartedly. If not even a smidge begrudgingly. So when the demon didn’t respond to the love confession, Lucifer only smiled and hummed contently.
"Good! Because I actually find your possessiveness rather... attractive," Alastor purred at him, shit eating grin spread wide on his face.
Even better, Alastor leaned closer into Lucifer’s space. It made him hope he might be kissed, so he hummed low and seductive, his hand resting on the sinner’s thigh. "Well can you blame me? Look at you. If you weren't so terrifying I'm sure there’d be many more Voxes to fight off."
It was clear the compliment went straight to Alastors ego. "I am rather fetching, I know." And he moved in even closer, his own hands grabbing at Lucifer’s waist and turning him to face him better. "Even more reason why I should feel confident in my choice."
And, well, wasn't that a rush, knowing that this man who never bothered with trivial things such as feelings and relationships, had chosen him anyway. The devil’s hands moved from Alastor’s thighs, trailing up his body until they rested comfortably on his shoulders. The distance between them kept closing, and Lucifer could feel his love's breath against his lips. Then, it was gone.
Alastor had pulled back at the last second, still maintaining his hold on Lucifer so he didn't fall and just barely suppressing his laugh at the affronted expression he received. "Besides! I can't have you fighting my battles for me, even if it’s attractive that you want to... Imagine the papers! I'd be a laughing stock!!"
Lucifer needed several seconds, both to get over what he'd been denied and to process what Alastor was rambling about. All he wanted was his lover close, kissing him, holding him. When he finally caught up, he huffed. "I don't know. I think that if everyone knew that I had my claim of you, and you of me, that they'd be smart to leave you alone."
"They are smart to leave me alone as it is!"
"But maybe I want people to know that the pretty deer is mine." Lucifer gave a playful little pout, trying to change the tone of the conversation.
To both of their surprise, Alastor didn't scoff at him; he actually seemed to become more flushed and he looked away, hiding his face in his glass. Lucifer moved closer, practically falling off his stool as he poked the demon’s heated cheek. "Ooh... Did you like that? Do you like me calling you pretty?"
"Shut up." There was the scoff! But it was very forced, if Lucifer was to give an opinion.
He didn't, instead choosing to poke a beautifully flushed cheek again. "I think you do. I think that as much as you put up a fuss, you like to be praised."
"Of course I do, who doesn’t." He was trying to brush it off, but Lucifer wasn't the devil for nothing.
"You're gorgeous, Alastor, you know that?" The king whispered, his hand moving to play gently with his lover’s soft hair. "Probably the most beautiful sinner I've ever seen... Most beautiful being, even. And I've seen plenty, my love." He brought the small piece of hair between his fingers to his lips, giving a soft kiss as he watched his demon with warm eyes.
Alastor took another large swallow of rye, emptying his glass before setting it down. Then, as smooth as a shifting shadow, he turned and lifted Lucifer off of the stool while rising to his feet. The king wrapped his limbs around the sinner, laughing in surprise, and Alastor finally gave the little minx what he had denied him earlier.
It was a sloppy, uncoordinated kiss, yet it didn't last nearly long enough for Lucifer. It seemed that Alastor wasn't able to walk and kiss at the same time while drunk, though; something the devil found extremely giggle worthy in his inebriated state. Eventually, the stumbly deer deposited them both onto the couch with a little grunt.
"Amazing skill, Bambi. As coordinated as a newborn fawn." He kissed the demon’s cheek, "And as adorable as one as well."
"No more of that." And another kiss was used to stop Lucifer from flustering Alastor more.
They shifted in a mess of limbs and eventually settled with Lucifer laid on Alastors chest and the sinner laid back against an arm rest. The demon held his angel close, content with slowing the sloppy kisses down to loving gentle caresses of their lips against each other. His heart felt full, his head dizzy and full of cotton all at once.
But still, Lucifer remained close, Alastors arms only tightening, holding him closer. The little king was his after all. "I love you..." he whispered, so softly against the devil’s lips that even Alastor wasn't sure if he'd actually said it.
He must have, though, with the way Lucifer pulled back and looked at him in complete shock. Then, a smile so bright and beautiful bloomed across his face that Alastor found himself wondering why he never said it before. The giggle of glee that followed only deepened the feeling.
"I didn't think you'd ever actually tell me..." Lucifer admitted on a soft breath.
Alastor just hummed, not willing to admit that he hadn’t been sure he would either. He just wanted his angel to have his happiness.
They stayed like that, cuddled together on the couch with soft kisses and sweet words until they both passed out in each other's arms.
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The next morning found Alastor with a headache and an unwillingness to move. Even as the noise around him became clear, now understanding what had woken him up.
"I've been fuckin' tellin' ya guys!" That was definitely their effeminate friend’s voice and it seemed Husk answered with a typical grunt.
"You have to understand that it was hard to believe." Charlie’s voice reasoned, soft and clearly still recovering from shock.
"Are we sure this is even real? How do we know he didn't manipulate your dad somehow into getting drunk and then taking advant-"
Sharp feedback cut Vaggie’s little rant off and made Lucifer groan softly, stirring in his sleep. Alastor would not lay here and listen to such nonsense. He may not have the willpower to get up at the moment but he could still make threats.
And that's exactly what he did as he curled further around Lucifer, turning as his love clung back and sandwiching the little angel between the demon and the back of the couch. Something grumbly and more stumbled than he meant it to be came out of Alastors mouth, followed by a rather protective growl, his threat clear.
Silence followed, blissfully.
Until Charlie whispered to the room with a smile in her voice, "Seems I have two dads now!"