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The next morning , as Alastor stirred from his slumber, the previous day's events slowly returned to his consciousness.
He felt a strange sense of joy and relaxation, as memories of the day and late evening he spent with Lucifer came flooding back.
Things turned out quite well after his confession. Lucifer and him now being ...
Alastor puzzled over the terminology used to describe their relationship.
Were they partners?
Paramours?
Lovers?
Boyfriends?
It seemed trivial, but he found himself wondering what term would accurately define their connection.
Yet, as he recalled Lucifer's words from the night before, a glimmer of hope sparked in Alastor's heart.
Maybe the fallen angel would indeed fall in love with him too.
After spending time together listening to old songs and chatting over a couple of drinks as they were already used to before Alastors confession, both men retreated to their own rooms the past night.
As they bid each other goodnight, a sense of awkwardness hung in the air, as their usual farewells seemed insufficient.
But despite their recent intimacy, neither felt comfortable with the typical parting gestures of couples yet.
It was somewhat ironic, considering how they had come close to physical intimacy in Lucifer's room not too long ago, and the fact that Lucifer was already aware of the feeling of Alastor's hardened length pressed against his palm.
But now the memory of the previous night's farewell lingered in Alastor's mind, a mix of fondness and embarrassment.
Finally Lucifer had extended his hand and Alastor had responded with an equally awkward handshake, both of them grinning like fools as they mumbled their good nights.
As Alastor thought back at the moment, he couldn't help but chuckle, but the idea of kissing Lucifer goodnight seemed just as awkward, if not more so.
Kissing the devil ... The thought alone stirred a blush on his cheeks, a combination of bashfulness and affection.
It was true he had never been with another person in a romantic way , lacking the experience of a relationship and of physical intimacy as well.
But back when he was alive, Alastor had learned to feign interest in women as a cover for his true desires.
He also engaged in small acts of intimacy with women, such as kissing , using them as decoys to ensure that no one knew the truth about his preferences.
The act of pretending to hide his encounters with women added an allure to his behavior, making him seem mysterious and unattainable to the single ladies in town.
Instead of suspicion, people believed he simply enjoyed his freedom or hadn't yet been able to find the right woman to marry.
They remained completely unaware of his desire for something entirely different.
But it was necessary for Alastor to go along with it, putting on a facade of desire and enjoyment, when he instead felt displeasure and boredom.
The softness of a woman's lips against his own felt okay, but he couldn't understand the purpose behind kissing.
Even more irritating, some girls had tried to slip their tongues into his mouth, an action he found utterly repulsive.
Alas, he had to play along to keep up appearances. Disgusting!
But yet again , noone ever had made him feel things like Lucifer did.
The thought of kissing the man consumed Alastor's mind, igniting a curiosity within him.
He longed to experience the sensation of the man's lips against his own, to explore how he tasted.
As frustration welled up inside him, a deep-seated shame washed over the deerdemon , realizing the thoughts that consumed him the very moment he was awake.
What was he thinking about ?
Lucifer didn't need to sleep , but after millenials he found comfort in the act just to pass time, because life could be incredibly boring .
He once even slept through a whole decade without really noticing it, being a blink of an eye in his eternal life.
The last few centuries however he had established a rather usual human like habit of sleeping.
But last night he had been too excited to fall asleep, , mulling over the days events .
Alastor finally had talked with him. And he had opened up, revealing a truth he never would have expected.
Lucifer shuddered, laying in bed, his mind replaying the events of the previous day.
Alastor's honest confession, but also his admission of inexperience had left him both cautious and intrigued.
It was rare to find anyone untouched in hell, and the thought of being the first to introduce him to desire and pleasure filled Lucifer with anticipation.
He longed to look into Alastor's crimson eyes, filled with lust again, and to hear the sounds that would escape his lips.
As excitement coursed through him, Lucifer grew impatient to explore the other man's body and preferences.
Stop!!! He suddenly told himself.
Lucifer fought to control his thoughts, determined to keep himself composed throughout the night.
He had no desire to spend the evening with an uncomfortable situation (as in having a massive boner...) nor did he wish to give in to his own desires all alone.
Instead, his mind turned to planning a special activity for the upcoming day.
Alastor had mentioned being free and unburdened by tasks, leaving them both with the opportunity to do something enjoyable together.
Lucifer, increasingly drawn to the man who had admitted to be in love with him, couldn't wait to bring joy to Alastor through his gift-giving nature and his talent for planning delightful activities.
Lucifer's mind brimmed with excitement as he planned the upcoming date.
Alastor had mentioned missing to watch the night sky on earth.
The idea of taking Alastor back to earth now seemed brilliant, but the King thought better as if to bring him to the place he once called home, not wanting to risk triggering any painful memories of the past.
Instead, he pondered the various places he had visited in his endless times wandering the planet and finally decided on some destinations that he thought Alastor would find captivating.
With enthusiasm surging through him, sleep no longer an option, Lucifer meticulously planned every detail of the trip.
He was certain that evry other sinner in hell would envy the Overlord for the privilege of being taken on an earthly journey by the devil himself.
The fallen angel beamed with self-satisfaction, feeling a sense of superiority and pride.
He was so excited to take his partner to that extraordinary Trip!
"Did I just refer to us as partners?" He thought with wonder.
The King shook his head, realizing that it didn't matter as long as he could share his time with the Overlord.
Terms and labels could wait; for now, he was determined to focus on making this date unforgettable.
Lucifers thoughts raced as he considered how to bring Alastor back to Earth without any obstacles.
For himself, traveling through portals was a simple task, with the option to transform into a human form effortlessly.
However, as he pondered how to arrange the trip for Alastor, the King realized the challenge it would pose.
They would need some spells to overcome the blocked paths , as sinners usually weren't able to leave hell, but Lucifer assured himself that this won't be a problem to solve for him, being the ruler of hell had its perks.
And as for bending the rules he made up with heaven about traveling to earth, ... they had done worse things in the past month, so they would generously look the other way.
As for Alastor's form, the King thought of using a delusion to make him look human again, so both of them being able to blend in among the people , walking around unnoticed.
"Splendid!" He called out aloud .
As the constant red of the sky changed its shade, meaning the breaking of dawn, signaling the beginning of a new day in Hell, Lucifer in a cheerful mood descended to the kitchen.
There he was met with Angel sitting at the counter with a cup of Coffee, looking weary after a long night.
Instead of his usual distant greeting, Lucifer greeted Angel with enthusiasm, asking him how he was.
Angel, taken aback by the King's good spirits, chuckled and responded: "Busy night at work, ya know? Why the happy mood, your Shortness ?"
Unbothered by the mockery, Lucifer responded cheerily:"Oh, I'm having quite a wonderful day ahead."
"What are your plans then ?" the spiderdemon asked .
"I want to visit the human realm today. " Lucifer answered , trying to sound casual.
"Oh , that sounds great , where are you planning to visit?"
Lucifer mentioned plans for Parisian lunches, New York strolls, and an eventual visit to China, describing the many places he adored.
As he spoke, a slight blush crept onto his cheeks.
"Oh you mean , you want to show those places to your red themed loverboy?" Angel teased, a sly smirk on his face.
Lucifer, caught off guard, blushed even deeper.
"You ...you've noticed, huh?" he murmured.
Angel chuckled, his gaze fixated on Lucifer's flustered demeanor.
"Oh, it was quite obvious," he continued, the smirk still playing on his lips.
"You really think I didn't notice the way the smiley face was practically drooling over you?
The way you enjoy every moment of his needy attention?
C'mon now, I am not blind."
Lucifer really hadnt been aware that their rising interest in each other had been so obvious.
"Its fun watching you stumbling around each other, especially good old Al being so out of it. Never thought he could act like that . "
Lucifer, now pouring himself a glass of juice, replied,
"Yes, Alastor will be joining me. Do you think it sounds like a good plan?"
Angel chuckled. "Hell yeah , Sounds exciting !
Starting in Paris with the big phallic symbol towering over the city while you eat Cock-oh-va...."
Lucifer sighed , shacking his head over Angels sexual innuendos.
Angel continued, unimpressed.
"Oh, come on now.
Paris, city of love, and you're saying it's not all about getting laid?
Who are you trying to fool?"
Lucifer nearly spat out his juice at the bluntness of the comment.
"Hey, that's none of your business!" he protested. "And it indeed is not all about getting laid , Angel !"
"Oh so you two didnt fuck yet?
Thought so , saw none of you walking strange yet."
Lucifer flinched at the blunt comment , rolling his eyes.
"Ugh ... Are you really only thinking about that all day ? "
"Comes with business." Angel just shrugged.
"But , honestly , hells big daddy, you not only wanna screw him?
Doing the thing noone presumably has been able to do until now?
What do you see in him then ?"
Angel's question lingered in the air, and Lucifer pondered how to respond.
He remembered the moment he had healed Alastor, noticing the deer demon's growing interest in him afterwards.
In return, he had started paying closer attention to Alastor, realizing the admirable traits hidden within him, like the way he helped Charlie improving her confidence, enduring Nifftys hyperactive rambles, cooking for the whole crew, being cautiosly aware of evryone getting their little special wishes fulfilled.
"I see..." the King replied, struggling to find the right words. "...well, I see his heart, even though it might be hidden behind layers of black and obstacles.
There's kindness and consideration beneath his tough exterior. I see... him."
Lucifer couldnt deny the attraction he felt to the overlord , but it wasnt just the desire to do ... certain things .
For the first time in centuries if not millenias he felt something else than lust for someone.
"I want to See more of that side of him ...", he added with a small sigh .
Angeldust surprisingly refrained from making a sexual joke and found himself lost in thought at Lucifer's words.
There was something profound about the words the King had uttered.
"It really is serious, huh, short king? Who would have thought...?"
Angel, stretching his limbs, bid farewell to Lucifer, adding:
"Have fun with your deerboy."
And with that, the tall pornstar left the kitchen, leaving Lucifer alone with his thoughts in the early hours.
When Alastor approached the kitchen not much later, Lucifer, a wide grin on his face, was perched on the kitchen counter, his legs dangling
Alastor was surprised to find the other man already awake.
"You're up early, dear," the deerdemon remarked and as he set to work preparing coffee, Lucifer observed his practiced movements.
"Yes, couldn't sleep. Was planning something for us today.
Watching the tall man , the devil noticed the sense of graceful danger masked by Alastors prey-like features.
This guy was indeed a sight.
The fallen angel further observed the subtle curve of Alastor's neck, the prominent jawline, and found himself fixed on those lips, constantly fixed into an unwavering smile.
Lucifer's mind wandered, contemplating the growing feelings he harbored for Alastor.
The events of the previous day had held them back, but today was different.
He knew exactly how he wanted to end this day: with a gentle kiss under the stars.
The thought of kissing Alastor stirred deep within him, a desire that had been absent for an eternity.
It wasn't like the hasty, empty kisses he had experienced with countless demons during the last decades, driven by his own desperate need for physical touch.
He Always could choose of dozens of willing demons , male or female, but he always gravitated toward demons with striking height and distinctive features, so it was no wonder the Radio demons appearance was captivating.
But Lucifer's desire extended beyond physical intimacy; he yearned to pour his developing feelings into Alastor.
He longed for a deeper connection, a union that transcended the physical realm.
As Alastor finished preparing the coffee, the tension between them hung heavily in the air.
Alastor's presence, amplified by the constant static sound of his radio interference, added an electrifying element to the already charged atmosphere.
The taller man finally cleared His throath.
"Well, sire, yesterday you mentioned today would be the best day in my afterlife," he mused. "But I doubt you had in mind merely sitting and staring at me like a lovesick fool, although I do find it quite flattering."
Alastor's playful words echoed in the room, repeating Lucifer's bold declaration from the previous night.
Lucifer, responding to the change in Alastor's demeanor, effortlessly hopped off the counter and took one of the coffee cups from the Radio Demon's hand.
" Hm , Back to arrogant and flirty? I can work with that , sweetheart ..."
As his fingers brushed against Alastors uncovered skin, the Overlord reacted with a hiss.
Lucifer's smug grin widened as he noticed the blush on Alastor's face, clearly finding amusement in the situation.
"Still sensitive, I see," he teased, enjoying the playful power he had over the other demon .
Alastor, trying to maintain composure, responded with a forced smile, resisting the urge to seek revenge.
"Mind telling me what you have planned?" he asked nonchalantly, though his curiosity piqued.
Lucifer, with a glint in his eyes, replied, "Oh, you'll see. We can start right after finishing our coffee."
The deerdemon raised an eyebrow but asked no further questions.
They indeed left right after their last sip of coffee, stepping through a portal into an abandoned alley in Paris, and the deerdemon immediately noticed the change in the King's appearance.
Lucifer's once-devilish features had transformed into a more humanlike visage, with iceblue eyes and a distinguished nose.
His attire had shifted to a casual modern outfit, blending seamlessly with the current time period, wearing a Shirt matching his eyecolour and simple blue jeans.
Realizing he was still in his demonic form, Alastor noticed a glimmer around himself indicating a disguise had been casted over him, allowing him to move among humans.
The deerdemon wanted to know what his camouflaged form would look like, so Lucifer materialized a mirror for him.
Alastor studied his human disguise in it, intrigued by the sight of his demonic features blending seamlessly with those of a mortal man.
His features had been adapted to resemble those of a 40-year-old man with brown locks framing a familiar face.
The only stark difference was the absence of his crimson eyes, replaced by human-like ones with long lashes.
Lucifer admired the transformation, whispering, "You look beautiful like this."
He gently brushed his fingers against Alastor's cheek, causing the Radio Demon to close his eyes and lean into the touch.
Alastor, enjoying the moment, smirked and softly replied, "Ah, the living world, hm? Is this your idea of fun?"
Lucifer nodded, a smile playing on his lips. "Yes, it is. I want you to experience the world as it is now. I want to show you what it's like."
With a touch of curiosity, Alastor opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Lucifer's.
"Alright, lead the way, my dear."
In a whirlwind tour, they visited tourist hotspots like the Eiffel Tower and had lunch at a fancy Parisian restaurant, indulging in coq au vin — a choice undoubtedly meant to amuse a certain spider demon.
Throughout their journey, Lucifer effortlessly conversed in flawless French with locals, being able to talk any human language with ease.
However, Alastor remained relatively quiet, asking occasional questions and offering sarcastic remarks.
Despite Lucifer's initial hope for a more relaxed atmosphere, the demon seemed somewhat reserved.
Their trip then took them to New York through another portal, where Lucifer chose to skip the bustling crowds and head to the Metropolitan Museum of Art instead.
The change in scenery seemed to work a charm on Alastor, though.
His expression lit up as they wandered through the museum, clearly enjoying the artistic masterpieces surrounding them.
Lucifer smiled, pleased with his choice of destination. It seemed that Alastor's quiet demeanor was merely a result of feeling out of place in crowded, social settings.
Here, amidst the art, the man's true appreciation and intrigue shone through, Lucifer realizing that Alastor preferred to absorb details and understand the background of each location at a slower pace.
This somehow made the fallen angels heart swell with affection.
Ha ! Noone could say the devil didn't know how to impress his date!
As the day turned into evening, the fallen angel decided to cut their trip short.
Together, they stepped through another portal, finding themselves on a wide meadow with towering grass and a lovely view of a nearby pond.
Lucifer took Alastor's hand once more and led him towards the little lake.
As they arrived at the pond, the sight of ducks drew Alastor's attention.
He chuckled, amused by Lucifer's obsession with these feathered creatures, asking curiously, "Why this fascination with ducks, I wonder."
The smaller man tried to explain his fondness for birds in general, particularly ducks, and his affinity for fluffy beings like the little ducklings, but couldn't quite find the right words.
Suddenly , with a snap of his fingers, he returned to his natural demonic form.
Alastor noticed His disguise had also vanished, causing his heart to race once again as he pointed towards the demon's ears, seeking permission to touch them.
"Can I touch you there?" he asked in a nearly shy voice.
"Sure." Alastor managed to say, remembering what had happened the last time.
Lucifer's touch, gently running through Alastor's hair and petting his deer-like ears, caused the man to take in deep breaths, struggling to maintain composure once again.
The sensations were both, heavenly and arousing, leaving a breathless silence between them for a moment until Lucifer stepped back.
"I thought it would be nice to sit on the hills , sipping wine and just have fingerfood for dinner. This far away from town's light pollution you will be able to admire the stars quite well ... "Lucifer suggested.
Alastor's genuine smile showed his agreement with the plan.
"That sounds incredibly appealing, but may I ask , ... by fingerfood you mean..."
As Lucifer denied feeding him human body parts, Alastor's disappointment was feigned, but still amusing.
Lucifer shook his head in disbelief, realizing he hadn't considered Alastor's peculiar preferences.
"You are unbelievable!" The former angel chuckled.
With a flick of his hand, he conjured a blanket for them to sit on, along with sandwiches and a bottle of wine and two glasses.
They silently savored their meal as they watched the sunset, enveloped in a comfortable atmosphere.
As the night deepened, Alastor and Lucifer sat side by side, enjoying the magnificent view of countless stars in the sky.
"Can I ask you something?"
Lucifer's felt the confidence to ask something he wanted to know for a long time.
Alastor responded truthfully, "Of course, dear. What is it?"
Lucifer inquired, "Are you able to... not smile?"
The Devil couldn't decipher the cause behind Alastor's perpetual smile.
At least he couldn't sense any external magic on him , meaning it was not a curse.
Alastor's smile strained at the request, and he explained, "Of course I can.
But why would I? .It's become part of my identity in hell, a persona I've built.
Plus, I can't deny the satisfaction I get from irritating people with it."
His chuckles held a touch of mischief.
Lucifer persisted, "Could you show me? Just once?"
Alastor, taken aback by the question, realized it had been ages since he hadn't worn his signature smile.
However, the earnest gaze of the fallen angel compelled him to grant this request.
Struggling to focus, Alastor forced himself to relax his face, a sensation he hadn't experienced for a long time.
It was as if he had been holding his breath for centuries, and the release brought a wave of relief.
In his absorption with the unfamiliar feeling, Alastor missed the expression forming on Lucifer's face.
But suddenly the smaller man literally jumped up, knocking his glass over in the sudden movement.
Alastor was disconcerted by his staggered expression.
"Lucifer ..." he began. Not being aware of what had caused that reaction , his smile automatically snapped back into place.
"No!" The King of hell cried out . " No, please stay like that ... Show me your real face."
Alastor, getting up as well, hesitatly let go of the smile once again and was now standing in front of the King with his genuine worried expression.
"Oh ...my...Oh , you are so unbelievably beautiful..." Lucifer just blurted out , causing a soft and honest smile to spread across the deerdemon's face.
"Thank you, ...i could say the same ," Alastor admitted in a warm voice .
Under the star-filled sky, Alastor and Lucifer stood close, the peaceful surroundings adding to the intimate atmosphere.
The fallen Angel slowly moved closer, and Alastor found himself leaning in, their gazes locked.
“My precious…” the deerdemon heard himself say, entranced by the intensity in Lucifer's eyes. "I can see the stars reflecting in your eyes..."
Their faces drew even nearer, their closeness creating an electrifying tension between them.
Lucifer's plans faded as he impulsively pulled Alastor into a passionate kiss, forgetting any notions of gentleness.
As their lips met, Alastor made a surprised noise, but quickly responded, clumsily at first but becoming more adept as he followed Lucifer's lead.
Without hesitation, he opened his mouth, and as Lucifer's forked tongue touched his own, an electric jolt of pleasure surged through him, utterly dissimilar to the repulsive attempts of the girls who tried to kiss him like that in his past life.
Who would have thought that the the Devil would taste so sweet?
Alastor, not usually fond of sweets, discovered an addiction to this unique flavor.
Under the dim light of the twinkling stars, the two lovers shared a multitude of kisses, and Lucifer's lingering doubts dissolved away.
Lucifer acknowledged the undeniable truth.
Something had happened that he hadn't dare to hope for in a long time.
He undeniably had fallen in love once again .