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He was falling again .
But this time Lucifer was experiencing a different kind of fall, not the treacherous one from Heaven but rather a blissful descent into something divine.
Alastor, known for his cunning and dangerous nature, revealed a side of him that was tender, sweet and deeply responsive to touch.
The stark contrast between Alastor's fearsome reputation and the vulnerability he revealed in Lucifer's presence was mesmerizing.
Experiencing that unexpected side of the Radio Demon stirred a new level of affection within the King of Hell.
Lucifer's fascination deepened as he got to know more and more of the real Alastor, beyond the facade of power and entertainment he had chosen to show to the underworld.
Witnessing the genuine smile reserved only for him, listening to Alastor's stories of both joy and sadness, each tale captivating in his appealing voice, Lucifer found himself enchanted.
The way Alastor melted and quivered under his touch, his uneasiness with physical contact, revealed a delicate vulnerability beneath the Radio Demon's smug exterior .
Only Lucifer knew this man , a man who had a certain way to hide his kindness , a man who had great humor, was a good listener and a loyal soul.
And a man who panicked when coming close to the edge of pleasure.
The first time it had happened had been about a week after their trip to earth and their first kiss .
The routine of stolen intimate touches in their daily interactions, ending the day with a whispered "good night" that ignited in passionate kisses in the hallway , had become a regular occurrence.
So evry night they engaged in those moments of closeness, even in front of the suffering Husk, who constantly cursed his existence and threatened to bleach his eyes if forced to witness their heated kisses once again.
Lucifer chuckled inwardly, as he realized Alastor intentionally amplified the intensity of these encounters, making more noises and showing off on purpose, while being in Husks view.
At said night their heated fumbling didn't stay in the hallway.
Fueled by a touch too much alcohol, the lovers found themselves in Lucifer's room once again, their passion intensifying as they moved onto the bed together.
In their previous encounter at that same spot, the fallen angel had almost pushed things too far, oblivious to Alastor's inexperience.
However, this time, everything felt different.
The certainty of his love for Alastor had removed any doubts, allowing them to explore each other's bodies through the fabric of their clothing within the last days, though Lucifer took notice of something peculiar - Alastor never attempted to touch him in that intimate area.
That night however their alcohol-influenced minds made them feel at ease, with Lucifer unbuttoning Alastor's shirt and running his hands over his chest.
He gently traced the prominent scar, drawing those beautiful sounds from the other man, so the fallen angel couldn't resist using his mouth on the scarred yet strangely smooth skin, causing Alastor to pant and moan in an incredibly alluring way.
Lucifer gently laid the deerdemon down, unbuckling his belt.
Recognizing the familiar trembling that commonly accompanied his arousal, he made sure to check in with his lover.
"You alright, love?" he inquired softly, waiting for confirmation.
In response, Alastor managed a mere "Mhm..." which Lucifer took as an invitation to proceed.
So Lucifer slid down Alastor's dark trousers, revealing his slender thighs and leaving him in his underwear, with his erection clearly visible.
Sliding a finger into his waistband, Lucifer looked up, noticing the demon closing his eyes tightly, his strained smile struggling to maintain its composure and a trace of sweat trailing down his temple.
"Is it alright if I continue?" Lucifer inquired, his words heavy with desire.
"Y...yes... Okay..." the response came, whispered with erratic breaths.
With that, Lucifer slipped his thumbs underneath the waistband of Alastor's underwear and pulled them down, revealing his arousal, leaving the devil entranced with the captivating sight before him.
The former angel tenderly brushed through the red fur covering Alastor's intimate area, and as his face came closer to the man's throbbing member, he heard a muffled sound.
When he looked up, he saw that Alastor was biting his own lip, drawing blood.
Without hesitation, he lowered his head and gave a testing lick to the tip which caused the man to arch his back, whimpering in pleasure, sending chills down the fallen angels spine, feeling his own dick getting fully hard within seconds.
He then started to skillfully pleasure the other man in a way he rarely had done to anyone before.
The deerdemon grew more restless, panting and moaning, bucking his hips, his abs trembling.
Lucifer could sense he was immensely aroused, his tip leaking a subtle taste of his essence.
The former angel relentlessly continued, deepthroating his lover's stiff member, feeling the man getting closer as his dick just hardened a barely noticeable amount more.
But suddenly, his heart racing with desire, Lucifer found himself being pushed away forcefully, his gaze locking onto panicked crimson eyes.
"Stop... Stop...," Alastor cried out, his voice tinged with genuine panic and... Was that a hint of tears at the corner of his eyes?
Lucifer, guessing what Alastor's discomfort presumably may be about, tried to reassure him.
"It's alright, I don't mind. I actually enjoy the taste and feeling. Don't worry, it's perfectly natural."
He tenderly brushed over the back of the other man's hand.
Alastor, however, shook his head violently, indicating his unwillingness.
Sensing that it was too much for the first time, Lucifer offered an alternative.
"I can jerk you off instead..."
Alastor's response was a sharp intake of breath.
"No! No ! Stop it!" His voice was quivering.
Lucifer couldn't understand why his lover wouldn't want to finish.
But his irritation immediatly gave way to concern as he noticed the look of sheer terror on Alastor's face.
The way he clutched the sheets, covering himself, wide-eyed, jaw clenched revealed a deep-rooted fear in the man.
Lucifer's frustration was replaced with worry.
Concerned, he quickly sat up and embraced the shaking man, stroking his back to soothe him.
"Come on, love, it's okay. We don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Just breathe, alright?" Lucifer whispered into the man's red locks, tenderly brushing along his neck.
As Alastor felt the gentle touch, he slowly started to calm down, finding comfort in Lucifer's comforting presence.
"Sorry .. I am sorry..." he managed to stutter, the shame visible on his face .
"No, Alastor, there's no need to apologize," Lucifer calmly replied, tenderly rubbing the man's back.
"Listen to me, my love. It's incredibly important that you tell me right away if anything I do to your body makes you feel uncomfortable or not okay.
We need complete trust when engaging in these activities."
The deerdemon nodded, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability.
"I... I don't know why...," he began, his words trailing off.
Lucifer shushed him gently, pulling him close in another tender embrace.
"We don't have to talk about this right now," Lucifer reassured. "Is it okay if I stay for a while?"
Alastor nodded, relieved.
They shared soft kisses, and for the first time, they fell asleep in each other's arms to awake wrapped up in each other's embrace the following morning.
Following this first sexual encounter, they gradually explored each other's bodies, with Lucifer being amazed by how quickly Alastor picked up on how to bring him pleasure and drive him over the edge.
However, despite their moments of ecstasy, Alastor would always refrain from reaching his own climax.
Lucifer's care and reassurance failed to change this pattern, as the man always halted before reaching his peak.
The reason behind this remained a mystery to the former angel and he couldn't help but wonder about Alastor's consistent refusal to let go.
On a particular day, after Alastor had once again brought him to climax, with Lucifer now covered in his own cum, he finally asked a question that Had been lingering in his mind for some time.
"Do you find bodily fluids disgusting?"
Alastor blushed fiercely, immediately protesting.
"No, no, I don't mind the mess, really. It's not repulsive to me at all."
Lucifer then inquired: "And what about your own?"
Alastor looked down, his reaction betraying a hint of discomfort.
"Its Not Like that ..its not the reason I ... Its not why I dont want to ...I dont..."
Alastor's vulnerable confession was heavy with shame.
"I don't want to lose control. I am used to staying in control because it makes me feel safe.
Letting go of the last bit of holding myself together terrifies me.
I guess I am afraid to show you all of me."
Lucifer's heart clenched with empathy, sensing the difficulty Alastor experienced in expressing himself.
The words were raw and filled with a vulnerability that exposed the deep-rooted fear within the man.
Lucifer pondered on how to respond, knowing that mere words of reassurance wouldn't be enough.
He didn't want to diminish the weight of Alastor's confession by simply saying he could trust him or that he didn't need to feel ashamed.
He didn't just want to state out the idea of seeing him lose himself in an orgasm, completely surrendering to pleasure, would be incredibly seductive and an absolute privilege.
Instead, he questioned: "Are you comfortable with what we're doing?"
Alastor responded with a smirk: "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"
Lucifer pressed further, "I mean, are you comfortable with being aroused by me... By men in general?"
"Absolutely!"
The answer came too quickly, underlined by Alastor's strained smile and laidback ears, suggesting a hint of unease.
The forced nonchalance in his response didn't quite mask the underlying discomfort.
Lucifer gently replied: "Love, I'm not upset about the truth."
Alastor sighed: "But I am.
I should be able to overcome the past.
It doesn't matter anymore, yet still... I was so focused on never giving in to these desires... I even conditioned myself with violence to never give in to those thoughts..."
Lucifer flinched, thinking of the scars in his lover's intimate area, self-inflicted as he had noticed at some point, and how the horror of that discovery had brought tears to his eyes.
"It's a process, and it's not easy to let go of control," Lucifer acknowledged, his gaze gentle.
Alastor nodded in agreement, appreciating the understanding and patience of his lover.
Lucifer spoke with sincerity: "No pressure, my love. I know one day it will happen."
His words implied a deep understanding and acceptance of his partners journey.
When later they got intimate with each other once again, Lucifer started to stroke the other man's length gently, mimicing what Alastor was doing at that moment to him.
Alastor basked in the affection, feeling cared for and accepted without any pressure to find release.
As Lucifer found his climax and the fallen angels strokes on his lovers erection became tired and sloppy, the deerdemons member slowly softened in his partners hand.
They lay together, naked and both in a way satisfied, sharing the afterglow.
In that moment, they were content in each other's presence, feeling connected without any sense of obligation or pressure.
"Celebrating ...what ?" Lucifer asked, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in his voice.
Charlie, with her usual exuberance, responded: "Valentine's Day, dad! You know, that special celebration on Earth."
Charlie with enthusiasm started explaining that most of their new residents, who had only been deceased for a short time, were accustomed to such occasions and she wanted to make them feel more comfortable with events they were used to and enjoyable.
Her goal was to remind them of love in all its forms, whether romantic or otherwise.
It should be a festivity to express affection and care for those they liked or even loved.
Lucifer tried to feign enthusiasm for Charlie's Valentine's Day plans, though he couldn't help but cringe inwardly at the absurdity of it.
He even offered a hand to support his daughter's plans (joking about Caviar Mountains and Champagne fountains once again), but his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Alastor's reaction.
Lucifer's imagination briefly went to the image of his partner holding a dozen red roses, his expression less than thrilled.
The thought alone made him chuckle, and he considered pranking Alastor with exactly that scenary.
Completely lost in his own thoughts, Lucifer simply responded with a "yes" to one of Charlie's questions, not quite realizing what he had agreed to.
When she excitedly congratulated him, he was befuddled.
"Huh?"
"Congrats to your announcment !"
"My what?" he repeated, puzzled
"Dad! Did you even listen ? I asked if you and Alastor are official now. As in being a couple."
Lucifer's cheeks flushed bright red.
The topic of their relationship status had not yet been explicitly discussed, as they had danced around it.
Of course , in the last few weeks, they had spent every spare moment together, enjoying each other's presence, exchanging endearing words and exploring their bodies with intimate touches.
But despite their deep feelings for each other, they hadn't yet decided on the terms of their relationship.
Alastor had openly confessed his emotions weeks ago, and they still held true.
Lucifer too had fallen deeply in love with the Radio Demon.
However, they had yet to discuss making their relationship official.
What would it mean for them?
How would it affect their reputation as the King of Hell and as an Overlord?
What if it didn't work out?
Lucifer contemplated the potential media attention: the newspapers, TV, and...that annoying TV demon with his unnerving obsession with Alastor.
The fallen angel mulled over various more questions:
Would Alastor be interested in making their relationship official?
Would he find it unnecessary or silly?
Or perhaps, would it reassure him, even in terms of feeling safe to fully let go?
His thoughts were interrupted by Charlie's hand on his shoulder, bringing him back to the present.
"Will you help me set up everything on Friday?" she asked.
Lucifer responded warmly:
"Of course, sweetie! That's what a dad is here for after all!"
Charlie chuckled.
"Thank you , dad! I appreciate it!"
As the discussion of Valentine's Day continued, Lucifer tried to focus on the task at hand, but his thoughts lingered on his partner.
Throughout that day, the devil continued to reflect on the question that consumed his thoughts:
Did he genuinely desire to have Alastor as his official partner, a partner even for all eternity?
Before he knew it, Friday had arrived, and Lucifer found himself in the midst of preparations for Charlie's Valentine's Day celebration.
Considering the diverse backgrounds of the residents, he decided to gather a variety of food catering to meet their different tastes.
Charlie had given the lobby a vibrant makeover, adorning it with hearts and flowers everywhere.
With a wave of magic, Lucifer had removed the furniture and stored it away, creating ample space for dancing and socializing.
Instead, there were strategically placed stand-up tables and cozy loveseats.
As part of the evening's entertainment, Charlie had planned for music and had even provided old-style Polaroid cameras for the guests to capture special moments with their loved ones, a thing she once saw in a movie.
Lucifer, too, had a thoughtful idea to add to the festivities: a table stocked with simple cupcakes and an assortment of frostings and toppings, allowing guests to customize their own desserts as they pleased.
As the evening progressed, the first guests began to arrive, many of whom had invited friends from around town.
Charlie eagerly welcomed them, hoping to attract more souls to the hotel.
Husk grumbled behind the bar, clearly not enjoying the increased workload.
Angel Dust made a grand entrance in a revealing pink dress, showcasing his assets and hoping to find some willing partners to "add some frosting to their cupcake".
Lucifer found himself impatiently awaiting the arrival of a specific individual, while many guests wisely kept their distance, being intimidated by the presence of the King.
Nevertheless, he graciously engaged in small talk with those bold enough to approach him.
The Valentine's Day celebration was in full swing, and Charlie's prediction had proven correct—people were thoroughly enjoying the festivities.
However, Lucifer's nerves were strained as he nervously considered going to Alastor's room to check on him, after waiting for such a long time.
Suddenly, his gaze fell upon a familiar ginger-haired figure.
Alastor was dressed more casually than usual, sans his bow tie, with the top buttons of his white dress shirt unbuttoned, revealing a glimpse of his collarbone and the scar from the recent battle.
Lucifer found himself captivated by Alastor's appearance.
Just breathtaking!
But as he approached, he noticed the strained smile on his lovers face and the twitching of His ears.
Whatever could be the matter?
"Alastor! There you are, what took you so long?" Lucifer exclaimed.
Alastor responded with a mischievous grin and a hint of sarcasm: "Greetings to you too, my King.
Well, a man like me is always busy, isn't he?"
Lucifer couldn't help but notice the difference in Alastor's demeanor compared to when they were alone together.
He wondered how their relationship would change if they would become official.
Would Alastor always put up this facade of being the sarcastic, closed-off, unreachable Radio Demon in public, or would there be moments of vulnerability and sincerity though being in public?
"Well , isnt this .... absolutely awful."
Alastor observed the surroundings, a mix of disdain and sarcasm on his face.
Lucifer chuckled at Alastor's comment.
"It IS absolutely awful, isn't it? It's sickeningly sweet."
Alastor responded with his usual sharp wit:
"I can say from the bottom of my heart that I love how much I hate this day."
Lucifer replied playfully:
"But darling, I wanted to bring you roses and feed you strawberries from the buffet.
Wouldn't that be nice?"
In response, Alastor dramatically shuddered.
"What kind of fool set up the buffet anyway?
There's no raw meat or anything to appease a more elevated palate."
Lucifer quipped:
"Oh, that would be the same idiot who makes you moan his name on a daily basis."
Alastor blushed at Lucifer's playful comment, a mix of embarrassment and amusement on his face.
The party was getting more and more crowded, and Lucifer could sense the discomfort radiating off the deerdemon.
An idea struck him, and he discreetly took Alastor's hand, whispering: "Let's get some air, shall we?"
Alastor didn't need to be asked twice, and they snuck out through the kitchens backdoor, the noise and music still audible but distant.
Under the crimson night sky, they stood together in the cool evening air.
Lucifer studied the face of his partner, a smile on his own face.
Then, with a small gesture, Lucifer extended his hand.
Alastor looked at him with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, taking a step closer and placing his hand in Lucifer's, their fingers intertwining.
"You okay, darling?" Lucifer asked, his voice just above a whisper.
Alastor nodded, his usual smirk back in place.
"I'm all right, my dear. Just needed a break from the chaotic ambiance."
Lucifer chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving Alastor's face.
"I noticed. You tend to tense up in crowded spaces."
Suddenly Lucifer spun Alastor around, surprising him with the unexpected gesture.
Alastor asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty:
"What are you doing, dear?"
Lucifer responded with a smile: "Want to dance?"
Alastor chuckled.
"Out here?"
"Why not?"
Entwined in each other's arms, they began to dance to the music.
After a while, Lucifer spoke up, a hint of nervousness in his voice:
"What do you think? Should we make an official announcement?"
Alastor raised an eyebrow, confused by the sudden question.
"I beg your pardon?" he asked, his voice laced with curiosity.
Lucifer repeated, more confident now: "Of being... together. We are a couple, aren't we?"
A moment of silence passed between them as Alastor's gaze met Lucifer's.
A mix of emotions flickered across the deer demon's face—surprise, uncertainty, and perhaps a hint of vulnerability.
As the taller man wasn't answering, Lucifer's uneasiness grew as he wondered if the question was too insignificant or maybe even overwhelming.
After all, he was an ancient being asking a much younger soul such an important question.
Alastor could sense Lucifer's growing unease and uncertainty.
He studied the King's face, noticing the hint of nervousness that had replaced the confidence.
Alastor then spoke with sincerity and conviction:
" As I told you weeks ago, I can't imagine my life without you.
As for an announcement, I don't need that.
Let them know if you want, let them find out, let them be oblivious.
I don't care as long as I can be sure of one thing. As long as I know you ... you..."
His words hung in the air, the unspoken phrase dancing on the tip of his tongue, and he looked away in embarassment.
A new song began to play, the lyrics clear amidst the night:
...
And the wonder of it all
is that you just don't realize
How much i love you
...
Was the deerdemon still unsure?
Lucifer gently took Alastor's chin in his hand, guiding his gaze back towards him.
"Alastor," he began, his tone softer than before, "I don't need those things either.
I'm just grateful for every single moment with you.
It means the world to me that you show me the real you, beyond the smile.
I want all of you - your past, your flaws, everything that makes you who you are.
I won't let you go, ever.
I love you, completely and utterly."
Alastor's cheeks flushed at Lucifer's heartfelt words, but he couldn't help but tease the shorter man.
"That's a bit cheesy, Your Majesty," Alastor said, trying to maintain a playful tone, his cheeks still rosy with embarrassment.
Lucifer chuckled softly, his eyes never leaving Alastor's face.
"Perhaps this event has made me a bit maudlin," he replied with a hint of humor, "but I mean every word of it.
I'm completely smitten with you, my love."
Though Alastor tried to brush off Lucifer's words with mockery, the king could sense that deep down, his partner was moved by the heartfelt admission.
Alastor had never heard such words before in his life, and the impact was undeniable.
They remained outside, dancing under the crimson sky, until Charlie burst through the door, frantically informing Lucifer that someone had set the buffet on fire.
Lucifer immediatly followed her inside to help his daughter deal with the mishap.
So Alastor stood for a few moments longer, taking in deep breaths as he tried to deal with the emotions swirling within.
There was a feeling inside him he had never experienced before - contentment and a sense of belonging.
He found it ironic, even amusing, that he had discovered genuine acceptance and love in an unexpected place like Hell.
Who would have thought he would find love in this realm, known for punishment and pain?
It seemed like fate had a quirky sense of humor, leading him to find true affection in the most unlikely of circumstances.
With a genuine smile on his face, Alastor followed Lucifer back inside, his heart full of newfound hope and a warm sense of home.