Leave a Scar

by CuratedCactus

Summary:

“I’ll have you know we’re close enough that he showed me his soulmark.” Lucifer sniffed.

His daughter’s face went through a complicated array of expressions.

“…The one on his chest?”

“Um-“ Lucifer coughed, “Wait, how do you know that it’s on his chest?”

——————

Alastor hated the idea of soulmates.

Unfortunately his soulmate was a possessive enough fuck that he had not one, but three soulmarks. Unfortunately, ignoring the problem made all three of them antsy.

Notes:

Y’all this one gets filthy in the last chapter, please be warned. If smut ain’t your cup of tea then I recommend a picnic elsewhere.

If it is to your taste, grab a blanket and sit down!

Chapter 1: An Itch

Alastor hated the idea of soulmates.

His entire life, he heard about the joy that was to be felt at finally finding your other half, your other half decided by god himself-

And yet.

He did not understand why someone’s other half could leave so many bruises. Why had god chosen someone who created nothing but pain and broken blood vessels? His mother always remained strong in front of him, but he knew better than to take her farce at face value.

So, when he eventually died covered in mud and blood, he didn’t think of his soulmate. He had never even met them in the living world, and the mark stayed a small grey snake on his hip his brief youthful years.

He wasn’t quite sure when it had…changed, in the afterlife. At first, it had only grown a few inches, poking out when he was adjusting his dress shirt. And then came the splashes of color- a dull grey transformed into the most vibrant color of gold smeared over his skin. The once small vermin now fully wrapped around his waist, curving all the way up to his chest. It was as if he was being strangled by the damn thing. The previously closed eyes now glared a fierce red, as if daring anyone else to lay a finger on him.

The snake did not need to worry; He wasn’t usually interested in anyone, whether in a physical or romantic sense. But the possessive fucker must’ve hated being covered, because another snake appeared one day, this one a vibrant red, and coiled itself around his neck. He had to switch to turtle necks every day, lest he attract unwanted attention.

And yet, as if to fuck with him even more, the two snakes turned into three, the third one being a pure white with purple eyes that appeared on his arm. And then the fuckers started moving throughout the day. He already had to deal with his shadow, and now these vermin were in his business. How could a cannibal wear gloves 24/7 and not look ridiculous?

It felt like an itch he couldn’t quite scratch whenever they moved, and they had been rather…squeamish, as of late. It did not itch like this before, but they also hadn’t moved so much before.

Even as he prepped breakfast that morning, they were slithering down his arms excitedly. His usual coat was draped over a chair, and his undershirt’s longer sleeves had been pulled up past his elbows.

The snakes were overjoyed, both wrapping around either arm. The first of three always stayed wrapped around his waist and heart, but the two smaller ones were not as pleasant.

“Stop moving around, you heathens.” Alastor growled.

“Good morning, Alastor-!” Charlie cheered from the door, before coming to a dead stop.

Alastor glanced up, pausing when he saw her expression.

“Is something the matter, dear? You look as if you’ve seen a demon, ha ha!”

“Snakes. There are snakes. On your arms.” Charlie’s brain was running some sort of marathon, and losing.

“Ignore them, they’re quite irrational in their bouts of misbehavior. Never can sit still.” Alastor rolled his eyes.

“They have…unique colors.” Charlie was clearly struggling.

“Hm, indeed they do. I do think they pale in comparison to the gold one, though. That one loves staying wrapped around my chest.”

As if hearing him, the gold snake popped up and peered out on his neck.

“Would you all stop-“ Alastor began to chide, before remembering he had company. “My apologies, dear, they’ve been rather incessant lately.”

Silence.

“Charlie?” He turned.

“Ah- It’s nothing! They’re just really cute!” Charlie nervously laughed, before robotically turning, “I uh, have some business to attend to okaybyeeee!”

—————

Alastor had long forgotten the conversation with Charlie, months passing by with a surprisingly small amount of hiccups along the way.

(The rest of the hotel would disagree with this statement.)

And perhaps, with that brief lapse in war, he had become a little too relaxed in his domain. Somehow, someway, he had gotten some sort of days long fever. He had started to have them occasionally over the last few months, only for them to suddenly increase in their frequency and length. And within that more frequent haze, a demon had managed to startle him and get a lucky chest slash in as a surprise attack. Said demon was currently a puddle of liquid in an alley, but that didn’t stop his light chest wound from dripping everywhere. His coat had been shucked off, and his shirt was completely ripped down the front.

He had managed to clean the blood mostly off, if only to sate his snakes that were loosing their minds about a small injury. The big one had wrapped its’ body around over the wound protectively, holding it together for him until he could stitch it later. At least the thing was useful, on rare occasions!

Normally he would’ve slunk into his room from his shadows, but he…misjudged, let his mind wonder, and found himself plopped into the main hotel lobby.

“Oho, look what the cat dragged in.” A pompous voice jeered behind him.

He looked over to see Lucifer leaning on his cane, looking smug.

Alastor ignored him, not in the mood for trading insults (for once).

“Looks like someone finally got one over on the big bad radio…..demon…..“ Lucifer came to a stop, eyes trailing down to his chest “……uuuuuuh.”

“Can you stop leering at me, your majesty? I fear I may catch a cold from the amount of ick I feel.” Alastor scoffed as he moved by, giving the other a disgusted look.

Lucifer quickly marched behind him, “Wait, wait wait wait. Hold on just a-“

Alastor made the mistake of glaring back at him, and found himself stumbling a step or two before finding his footing again. Lucifer didn’t miss a beat before clasping a hand around Alastor’s wrist, yanking him back and crowding him into the nearby wall.

Normally, Alastor would’ve made a snide comment then disappeared into the shadows. Unfortunately, however, the King of Hell had a pretty strong grip. His wide grin faltered, unabashedly displaying his irritation with the manhandling.

“Can I help you with something, sire, or did you just want some undeserved attention? My favorite coat was ripped, and I’d rather get this wardrobe malfunction fixed before tomorrow.”

“You have snakes.” Lucifer was staring with a quiet sort of awe.

“And what about it?” Alastor challenged. “My late wife was quite fond of them.”

Lucifer let out a sharp laugh. “If you’re going to lie, at least make it believable.”

“So you’re the type to judge a book by its cover, hm?”

“I don’t believe for a second that you’d actually want to marry anyone, let alone a woman.”

“Hmmmm. Touché.”

Lucifer glanced up, his eyes piercing. “Why did you lie?”

“Why do you care?”

Before Lucifer could say anything else, there was a hissing sound from below. The two glanced down, only to see the golden snake glaring at Lucifer with its beady red eyes. The snake was still making sure it was wrapped over top of his wound, and despite it not being able to move off of his body, it still let its anger be known. A surprised snort left Alastor, before giggles overcame him. He tried to cover his mouth, laughter not exactly appropriate in a moment he needed to seem uncaring, but it was too humorous not to.

Maybe the 5 day long fever was getting to him a bit.

“Is it hissing at me?” Lucifer gawked, before taking a step back and letting go of Alastor in a daze.

“It’s always been quite possessive, I’m afraid.” Alastor mused, the tension falling away from his shoulders as he looked at the thing.

“…Huh.” Lucifer mumbled, watching Alastor’s smile take on a more affectionate expression.

Fuck.

“So you uh, haven’t met your soulmate yet?” Lucifer awkwardly broke the brief silence.

Alastor raised an eyebrow.

“What has made you this curious about my love life?”

“I’ve never heard a soulmark make a sound before, let alone be able to move. I was just…surprised, that’s all.” Lucifer rambled, “Not like I care.”

“I see.” Alastor mused, eyes seeing right through him, “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I could also care less about this conversation and am going to leave.”

Lucifer didn’t even respond, opting to just continue staring at Alastor’s chest.

“My eyes are up here.” Alastor couldn’t resist teasing just a bit, watching the comment roll through the blank space in Lucifer’s head before hitting his tiny brain with a tink.

“Wh-“

“Good day, sire.” And with that, Alastor left.

Chapter 2: A Burn

Notes:

“Who would post a new chapter at 3am?”
Me: oh boy 3am!:D

It had been sixteen days and the fever had still not left him. Alastor had been able to act mostly normal, but when he accidentally dropped a plate in front of Charlie the day prior, she acted as though the world was coming to an end. Perhaps he was loosing his edge if he wasn’t even able to keep up the most simplistic types of magic.

And while he had stitched up his previous wound, his little vermin were still slithering around it like he had been cleaved in half. He felt unbearably itchy whenever they moved, more than the usual tingle he felt…So he couldn’t be blamed for being more…irritable.

As a matter of fact, he was in the middle of being lectured for something irrelevant, wasn’t he? Maybe he should tune back in.

“-n’t just threaten guests like that, Alastor! You’ve been off for weeks and wont tell me why!” Charlie took a deep breath, centering herself. “I need you to communicate with me, as your business partner.”

“Dear, don’t be silly, nothing is wrong! Don’t fret just because I dropped a plate yesterday.”

“That was 4 days ago, Alastor.” Charlie’s eyes narrowed at him.

“Hm.” Alastor couldn’t think of an excuse in time.

“Alastor.” Charlie’s expression was much more concerned now, but still holding a level of sternness that meant he couldn’t charm his way out of this one.

“It’s just a bit of ague, a mere fever, Charlie. Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“And how long has this been going on?”

Charlie’s gaze told him that, if he lied, he would be forced to do more trust exercises.

“…A little under three weeks.”

Charlie’s mouth dropped. “Three WEEKS?!”

Before he could even respond to her outrage, he was being dragged down the hall with Charlie’s hand firmly gripped on his wrist.

What was it with the Morningstar family and dragging him around?

“What are you doing?” He snapped.

“Alastor, you don’t even let others touch you, yet you allowed me to get this close. Do you really think you’d be able to defend the hotel like this?” Charlie of all people chided him as she continued to pull him down the hall.

Alastor couldn’t even find it in himself to respond, trying to keep up with her fast pace. Charlie was still ranting about the responsibility of keeping yourself healthy and resting when you needed it, all while marching down the long hallway. Who even made hallways this long? It felt like she had been talking forever.

“Perhaps a…bit slower of a pace…” Alastor rasped out, struggling to keep up with her powerful stride.

Charlie came to a full stop at his words, whirling around and grabbing both of his shoulders as the world tilted a bit sideways.

“You really don’t look too good, Alastor!” Any anger was replaced with genuine concern, fear creeping into her tone.

“Well, my dear, this face was…made for…” Alastor tried to finish his sentence, words failing him as a pinging sound kept going off in his ears.

His eyes were drifting half closed when he heard another voice call out a few feet away. Strange, he could normally feel when someone was nearby, but the sound waves felt completely muffled. It was as if he was in a bubble of haziness, warped noises surrounding him as he felt more faint.

“-what in the-“

Ping.

“-completely out of it, Dad, he-“

Ping.

“-not responding-“

Ping.

In his small world, Alastor felt a cool hand touch his cheek.

’Soulmate. Safe.’ The snakes whispered to him.

Alastor passed out, and then he dreamt.

 

———————

 

Lucifer was going to kill Alastor.

Like, really kill him.

But after they finished nursing him back to health.

The demon had the gall, the audacity, to pass out into his daughter’s arms like some maiden. Hell to the no! Not on his watch! His daughter already had a girlfriend, thank you very much.

“I’ve never seen him like this before, Dad! He said he had had a fever for almost 3 weeks, and then he started making these strange radio sounds when his voice failed him, and-“

“I’ve got him, sweetie.” Lucifer spoke in a soothing tone before he yoinked Alastor up with ease, maneuvering him around until he had Alastor in a princess carry.

The demon’s head lolled onto Lucifer’s shoulder, completely passed out and dead to the world. His normally alert ears were pulled back and down in a sign of pain while his smile was practically nonexistent. Most of all, the lack of hum from static or radio waves deeply concerning from a creature of radio.

“He’s really lightweight…Maybe he should eat more.” Lucifer remarked casually, looking at his daughter’s disbelieving face. “Anyways, where should we bring him? Isn’t his room warded?”

“I-Yes, it is warded. I just-Where- Where did his shadow go…?” Charlie’s voice started to sound wobbly again. “I haven’t seen it the last few days. Alastor said it was out on an errand, but….”

“He probably overworked himself or something, Char Char. Nothing good ole bed rest can’t fix. Why don’t we just put him in one of the empty rooms?”

“We can’t just leave him this vulnerable, Dad! Anyone could hurt him in his current state, especially without his shadow!”

“Why don’t you just have him stay with one of your little demon residents and have them keep an eye on him?” Lucifer shrugged, wanting to pawn him off.

Charlie’s eyes lit up a bit.

“I’ll just have him stay in my room! I can keep an extra eye on him there!”

Absolutely not.

“He can stay in my room.” The words were out of Lucifer’s mouth before he could process the flash of irritation he felt.

“Are you…sure…? I thought the two of you weren’t the uh, closest…” Charlie frowned.

Lucifer sniffed, “I’ll have you know we’re close enough that he showed me his soulmark.”

His daughter’s face went through a complicated array of expressions.

“The one on his chest?” Charlie squeaked, face cherry red.

“Um-“ Lucifer coughed, “Wait, how do you know that it’s on his chest?”

“Because he told me about it, Dad! How do you know?”

“Uh-Let’s uh, get him to my room.” Lucifer opened a portal, striding as fast as he could to gain space between him and his daughter.

He had gotten all the way to his bed in a matter of seconds, gently placing Alastor down. Taking a closer look, the demon looked pretty flushed, and the full suit he wore probably didn’t help him out much, either. Lucifer heard his daughter warp through the portal, and as he turned away from the sick demon to ask her about fever reducers, a grip on his arm stopped him.

He looked back, before his jaw dropped.

“What the fuck?”

“Dad?” Charlie was practically sprinting over, “What’s wrong?”

“The…snake…” Lucifer pointed with his free arm.

The beautiful golden snake was wrapped around his arm in a strangling hold, the end of it still attached to Alastor’s neck. The red eyes stared into his soul while it hissed loudly.

“Why do you hate me so much?” Lucifer scowled.

“I think it wants you to stay.” Charlie exhaled, looking up into his eyes before jolting at something above.

“Sweetie?”

“It’s just…don’t you see the resemblance?”

“Huh?”

“It defied the laws of physics to stop you from leaving. It wants you to stay, Dad.” Charlie motioned him to sit on the bed, Lucifer dazedly listening.

The second he sat down, the deadly grip loosened as the snake reverted back into 2D form on Alastor’s body. It never took its red eyes off of Lucifer, though.

“I’m going to go get some cool washcloths.” Charlie murmured, walking out the door.

Lucifer didn’t even respond, quietly staring at the demon passed out on his bed.

He ignored the tingling of a mark on his own body.

Notes:

*Alastor’s soulmark literally defying the laws of physics to touch him*
Lucifer: Dang it hates me

Audience members, what do we think Lucifer’s soulmark looks like? Where do you think it is on his body? Any guesses?;)

Chapter 3: A Snake

Notes:

The last part felt a bit too long to be 1 chapter, so I cut it into 2 chapters. :>

Alastor felt like he had been hit in the face with a brick. He had passed out while talking to Charlie, he remembered that much, but it felt like a good amount of time had passed. Normally he could use his shadow to feel, but it was still gone. He tried opening his eyes, but all he could manage was a hiss at the sudden pang of pain. It felt like something was being ripped away from his soul, and he blearily reached out to grab at some sort of figure.

Forcing his eyes to finally open, he saw mixtures of white and red.

“Hurts-“ He rasped out, incapable of describing anything else other than the ache, the loss, he was feeling.

“Shit.” He heard a voice murmur, before he was passing out again.

 

Lucifer was staring down at the demon in a mixture of horror and dread. It had been three days, three days of trying to get up and walk away. Every time without fail the snake would start hissing up a storm, and this time Alastor himself had stopped him. He couldn’t go more than a foot away without some sort of reaction, and he was at his wits end.

Charlie had been bringing meals at set points each day, but other than that kept her distance. Lucifer had tried explaining the reason that he knew about the demon’s soulmarks, but Charlie’s expression was grief stricken every time he tried to bring it up, so he had stopped after a few attempts.

Glaring down at the demon, he sighed as he decided to have a different approach.

“Fine, if you won’t let me leave, then I’ll do what you hate…” Lucifer grumbled, before reaching out one of his hands and brushing it through Alastor’s hair.

And damn was it unfair how soft it felt despite the dampness from sweat, Lucifer scowling as he felt his heart beat faster. He trailed his hands over the other’s ears, rubbing his hands from base to tip. Lucifer watched as a small shudder ran through the other’s body, lips parting to let a small whine out.

Fucking hell.

“Of course it’s you.” Lucifer sighed, “I think you’d be embarrassed if you knew what my mark looked like, y’know. It’s not exactly intimidating.”

When no response was given, the king sighed loudly.

Nothing they had done had brought down his fever. They had removed his usual coat and shoes, folded his undershirt sleeves up to his elbow, even cooled the temperature of the room, but nothing was working. His body was wreaking havoc on him and they couldn’t figure out why.

Lucifer took off his hat and laid down directly beside the other, watching as the snake glared at him.

“What?” He challenged, “Am I not allowed to lay down on my own bed now?”

The snake stared at him a moment longer before it slid out to tug on his arm. Rather than the vice-like grip from before, it was weaker. It kept pulling at him, Lucifer finally shuffling closer before realizing what it was doing.

“Do you want us to cuddle?” He gawked.

Of course it did.

“Fine, but I am not going to be the little spoon.”

He maneuvered Alastor to face the opposite way, wrapping his arms around the other’s waist as his face was mushed into the other’s back. He found his tail sneaking out to wrap around the other’s thigh, his demon side of his brain practically kicking its feet.

“Kick rocks.” He said out loud as he tightened his grip.

 

Alastor felt his eyes pop open with a start. He felt more alert than he had in weeks, attempting to sit up only to be stopped by arms wrapped around his waist. Alastor shuffled around, causing their legs to get entangled as he tried to escape the grip.

All he succeeded in was causing more friction, glancing down in a start to see that Lucifer of all people was awake and glaring at him.

“If you think I’m letting you go, you are dead wrong.” The king snarled. “I’m not dealing with you seizing up again, all because I walked five feet away.”

Alastor just blinked, brain rapidly trying to connect the dots of what had happened when he was last conscious…But it was really hard to focus when he felt a tail tighten around his thigh. A little shudder ran through him before he could stop it, mind in overdrive at the amount of physical contact.

He could manage an arm briefly around a shoulder, or a quick hug, but certain forms of contact were not ones he usually cared to partake in, this being one of them. He tried to move back, but felt himself being tugged back in.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Alastor finally managed, noticing he still felt a bit dizzy.

“You ever heard of the desire flu?”

“I am afraid that I am still very lost sire.” Alastor regained his voice, “So I’ll ask you again. What are you talking about?”

“It’s a sickness you get from lack of contact with your soulmate. It’s extremely rare, and I’ve never seen it at this extreme of a level until now.”

“Sounds fake.” Alastor remarked. “Are you sure you aren’t just delirious yourself from lack of attention?”

Lucifer stared at him blankly, before removing his arms and pulling away a few inches.

At once, Alastor felt a searing pain rush through him. A gasp tore from his throat, his hands involuntarily reaching out for Lucifer, the other moving back.

“You still think it’s fake?” Lucifer glared.

Alastor couldn’t even breathe, and he curled into himself as the ache worsened as the seconds dragged on. He couldn’t talk, the static in his ears bleeding into the room as everything became too much at once.

Lucifer was back in his space within moments, Alastor wrapping his arms around the smaller man and pulling him into a fierce embrace. He pressed his face into the other’s chest, and his soul sang. It took a few seconds, but the pain sharply fell from unbearable to almost nothing. Alastor was still gasping for air, feeling his face be cupped by smaller hands as his vision came back into focus.

“Can I continue talking without the sass now?” Lucifer snapped, holding Alastor’s face in a way that made them keep eye contact.

“…No promises.” Alastor huffed at the other.

“The desire flu is something that starts out minor. Your marks will feel itchy, and then you’ll start to get low grade fevers that slowly get worse and worse. It takes months for it to get this bad, Alastor. There’s no way you couldn’t have known that I was…”

It was silent.

“That you were what? My soulmate?” Alastor let out a laugh, but it came out as more of a rasp. “Do you really believe that a mere mark outweighs the dislike we feel for each other? That it’s okay to let the artificially created desire overpower your true feelings?“

Lucifer stared at him, his face starting to flush a bit. “Soulmarks don’t create desire, Alastor, only a feeling of a pull.”

“Who said anything about desire?” Alastor lied, looking towards the side and trying to turn his head away, but being stopped by the hands still cupping his cheeks.

“Look at me.” Lucifer murmured.

Alastor felt his ears flatten.

“Alastor.”

“What.”

“This sickness isn’t artificial feelings.” Lucifer bluntly stated, “It’s an accumulation of pent up feelings. Your body essentially told me that you liked me enough that it caused you to get sick.”

Alastor froze, face growing such a bright red that he looked identical to a tomato. He stuttered, but no words came out. He felt the hands on his cheeks gently trace his jaw, and before he knew it, they were both pulling each other into a searing kiss.

It felt as though every bone in his body had jolted into place, his soul singing with energy he hadn’t truly felt in months. It felt so right that Alastor could only let out a whine when he felt Lucifer pulling away.

“Don’t you dare stop-“ He tried to sound authoritative, but it came out closer to begging.

He was being pulled back into a kiss a second later, Lucifer’s hands shifting to caress the base of his ears. The sound he let out was muffled, but still much too loud. He couldn’t find it in himself to care. The kisses grew more desperate, and Alastor felt a tail wind around his thigh possessively.

When Lucifer pulled away again, it was to start pressing kisses to his neck.

“What sort of magic are you using?” Alastor demanded through his pants.

“What?” Lucifer paused in his kisses.

“This is- with other people it’s never been so-“ Alastor stopped mid sentence, realizing how much he was tattling on himself.

Damn, maybe he did still have a light fever if he was just going to blurt out anything.

Lucifer’s eyes softened before he went back to pressing kisses on his neck, this time gentler.

Alastor was jelly personified, hands clenched around the king’s back as his eyes fell shut. A sharp bite brought him back to his senses.

“Oh,” Alastor shuddered, “Do that again.”

He felt another sharp nip, and the moan he let out was clear without any sort of muffle over it.

“What else?” Lucifer asked.

“Hm?”

“What else do you want me to do?”

Alastor paused, processing the question.

“Kiss.”

Lucifer obliged.

 

Notes:

Last chapter posts soon! How soon? Hmmmmm.

Chapter 4: Another…snake…?

It had been at least twenty minutes, but Alastor found he still hadn’t tired of Lucifer’s kisses. His neck most likely looked mauled by a bear, his lips bruised with kisses, but he still couldn’t get enough of it.

At some point, he felt his hips start to shift, trying to create friction. He was so put off by the uncommon feeling that he was overwhelmed, small blurbs of static making their way into his voice.

“Alastor?”

“Feels too good-“ He moaned into the other’s mouth, pressing their lips together again.

Lucifer let one of his hands finally drift lower, palm pressing against Alastor’s erection. The contact through clothing was still so much yet not enough, and Alastor found himself begging someone for the first time in Hell.

“Sire, please, It’s too much- I can’t-“ He was babbling, body shaking like a newborn fawn.

Lucifer brushed past his shirt, but before he could even reach underneath, he felt his hands brush up against a part of the snake mark on Alastor’s stomach. Alastor’s entire body seized, a mewl coming out of his throat that was downright sinful. Lucifer fully pressed his hand onto the mark, feeling Alastor quake as he crashed into his first orgasm, grabbing onto Lucifer like a lifeline.

“I haven’t even touched you yet.” Lucifer murmured in awe, still pressing gentle kisses on the other’s cheeks.

Alastor was still drunk on the pleasure, eyes glazed over as he panted. He was gorgeous. Lucifer just watched him adoringly, tail letting go of Alastor’s thigh as it slithered into his pants instead.

His tail went to wrap around his waist, but he felt something strange.

Oh.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Lucifer let the other catch his breath for a moment, before his hand trailed back to grasp at Alastor’s tail. He felt the staggered breath in response, and as he started to massage the tail, he let his own demonic tail wrap around Alastor’s length.

“Fuck.” Alastor swore, “You-“

“I got you.” Lucifer started to kiss him again, feeling Alastor’s length start to become erect once more as he kept feeling his tail up.

He tugged on the tail lightly to see the effect it had, watching as Alastor let out a pretty little mewl in response. The demon was literal putty in his hands, and Lucifer could not get enough of it.

“Good boy,” Lucifer spoke thoughtlessly, feeling Alastor ache in his tail’s grip in response to his words.

“So good for me,” He continued, letting his hand drift below the tail, freezing when he felt slick on his fingers.

Jesus, Joseph and Mary-

Lucifer let a finger plunge in, tail squeezing around Alastor’s length to stop him from cumming a second time.

“Sire-“

“It’ll be even better if you wait just a bit.” Lucifer promised, already pressing a second finger in while leaning in to start kissing him again.

Alastor’s insides felt so good, everything felt so good, that Lucifer started to shake a bit too. God, he could just-

Oh, Alastor was trying to speak. Lucifer pulled back a bit, giving the other a moment to breathe.

“Can you put your tail inside?” Alastor’s eyes were glazed, his voice shaky but firm.

Lucifer shuddered like he had been struck, “Fuck yes I can.”

Lucifer replaced his tail with his hand around Alastor’s length, letting his tail sink immediately into Alastor’s warmth. And oh, oh Lucifer forgot just how much he felt with his tail. He could feel Alastor pulsing around him, squeezing him so good, that he was babbling up a storm.

“So good, love, you feel amazing-“ He was speaking sweet nothings into Alastor’s ears, feeling squeezes in response.

That was nothing compared to when he started to actually move his tail around, Alastor’s eyes widening comically at the new sensation.

“You like?” Lucifer asked half earnestly, half smug.

“Yes.” Alastor purred, his own hand blindly reaching out to cup at Lucifer’s groin, blinking when he felt nothing.

“Which do you prefer?” Lucifer blinked, slowing his tail’s movements down, “I can do either, or both.”

“What do you want, dear?” Alastor asked in turn, startling when he felt a sudden hardness appear under his hands.

“I want to fuck you.” Lucifer honestly responded, “Is that on the table?”

“That sounds delightful.” Alastor shuddered as Lucifer plunged his tail deeper, stretching the entire area in a sinfully thorough manner.

After a few minutes, Alastor was trembling worse than before, unbuttoning his shirt and grabbing Lucifer’s palm to press it into his chest. And wow, there was a cute little tuff of fur that Lucifer was going to cuddle into after this.

Lucifer fully pulled off the demon’s shirt, finally getting to see the soulmarks in their glory. For the first time, the golden snake looked quite content, wrapped all the way from Alastor’s chest down to his hips, the gold hue vivid against Alastor’s fur. The other two were wrapped around each of his wrists, all three completely still with no movement.

“Fuzzy.” Lucifer mumbled, feeling the fur on Alastor’s stomach.

He hadn’t quite realized how animalistic of qualities Alastor had, which is likely why the other man wore a full bodied suit so often. He wouldn’t seem like a crazy overlord if he was all cute and fuzzy, after all. Lucifer kept pumping his tail inside Alastor, yanking off the other man’s pants as he finally got him fully naked.

Alastor let him do as he wished, still trying to keep up with the consistent pace Lucifer was able to provide with his tail.

“Want me to finish you with my tail?” Lucifer asked.

“No.” Alastor croaked, “Want you inside. And also less dressed.”

Lucifer let out a snort, before discarding his shirt and pants with a snap. Alastor’s eyes roamed over him, before stopping at a lower place.

“Do you like it? I can make it bigger, if you want.” Lucifer asked.

He had never really felt much attachment to genitals, usually smoothing out the area unless the situation called for needing them. Hell, he had even given himself breasts on a few occasions when he was feeling extra freaky. So, if a partner wanted his dick bigger, he could change it at will.

“Just get inside me already.” Alastor was getting a bit snappy at Lucifer’s slowing pace with his tail.

“As you wish.” Lucifer smiled, before starting to pull his tail out.

He kept eye contact as he tugged the tip out, watching Alastor’s face contort into one of pleasure at the feeling. Immediately after, he moved Alastor back onto the pillows, sitting up over him. He lined up in an efficient manner and slid his dick smoothly in, getting to watch Alastor shudder in pleasure.

“Fuck.” He said outloud, startled at how easily he had slid in. “Here, let me just-“

He felt himself grow a few inches bigger, watching as Alastor’s eyes rolled a bit at feeling so full.

“That feel better?” He asked.

Alastor’s gaze had met his, lips parted open, but he couldn’t even speak.

“More?” He cooed, letting it grow another inch.

He watched as Alastor gasped, clearly overwhelmed.

“Oh, just one more inch you said? You size queen.”

He let it stretch another inch, watching as Alastor’s eyes rolled back into his head.

“That good enough, baby?”

Alastor was gasping for air, his hands coming up to grasp at Lucifer’s shoulders.

“One more…please…” Alastor asked (begged), Lucifer’s eyes widening.

Fuck, Alastor really was his soulmate.

He let it grow one more inch, Alastor arching off against the bed at the feeling.

“Move.” Alastor finally demanded, and Lucifer obeyed.

He started out by dragging slowly out, before pushing back in with a rush. Repeating the process multiple times, he moved around until he felt Alastor seize up.

There.

He started a brutal pace, making sure he aimed for the same spot each time, watching Alastor absolutely lose his mind each thrust.

“Sire-“ Alastor was begging so beautifully, so Lucifer kindly wrapped his tail back around the tip of Alastor’s length in a brutal strangling to stop him from coming again.

“Hm? Something wrong, baby?”

Alastor couldn’t even function, tears running down his cheeks. Lucifer was overjoyed, still fucking into Alastor with a renewed glee at his anguish.

“Aw, you wanna come?” Lucifer sweetly asked.

He squeezed his tail harder around Alastor’s length just to feel Alastor tighten around him more.

“Too bad. You came earlier without asking, you know.”

“ease- Pl-ease-“ Alastor was trying to choke out through thrusts, mewling incoherently as his hands scratched down Lucifer’s arms.

Lucifer elected to ignore him, closing his eyes as he lost himself in his own pleasure. It had been years since he had really gotten to let loose and take charge, and it felt good. It felt like they were both made for each other. His thrusts became a bit slower, but he let himself take the time to hit even deeper.

Lucifer opened his eyes after a minute or two, startling a bit to find Alastor’s eyes blearily watching his through the tears.

“Lucifer, please-“ Alastor’s voice was cracked, “Please let me come.”

“Nope!” Lucifer grinned, watching Alastor’s eyes widen as he suddenly quickened his pace.

He kept up the same brutal pacing for another minute, watching Alastor try and fail to find his voice.

“You’re a deer, right? That mean you like knots?” Lucifer asked.

Alastor let out a friggen bleat in response, and tightened so hard around him that Lucifer’s pace stuttered for a moment.

“If you take it well, I’ll let you come.”

Lucifer let his magic take hold, starting to fill out the form of a knot as he shallowly thrusted. Once it fully formed at the base, he started to slowly press in. And right as he popped the knot inside, he let his tail loosen around Alastor’s length.

He happily watched as Alastor truly seized, letting out a garble of sounds and static, hands clawing hard enough to draw blood on Lucifer’s shoulder. Alastor wasn’t expecting him to loosen his tail’s grip, which is what made it all the more delightful to watch his orgasm. The crying was an added bonus, too. He politely waited a good 20 seconds to let Alastor come out of the post orgasmic haze before he spoke.

“Did I say you could come, love?” He cooed, watching as Alastor froze up.

“Sire-“

“That wasn’t very good of you. Maybe you don’t deserve a knot.”

Alastor didn’t need to know that he was threads away from losing his composure, seconds away from coming. No, he wanted Alastor to truly beg.

Alastor’s eyes widened, hands gripping around his shoulders.

“Sire, please-“ Alastor begged, a bit shyly now that he had orgasmed and was less pleasure drunk.

His hands scrambled down Lucifer’s back, one hand grabbing Lucifer’s ass to pull him in deeper.

Unexpectedly, Lucifer let out a cry, dick pulsing as he tried to keep himself from coming. Of course Alastor managed to find his damn soulmark!

Alastor, if anything, was a quick witted fucker, so he repeated the motion again while squeezing his insides down on Lucifer.

“Sire,” he gripped Lucifer’s ass, “I want it inside me.”

Fucking fuck.

Lucifer was gone at those words, orgasm ripped from him. He hadn’t had a knot in so long that he forgot what it felt like, how overwhelming it was. It was so much cum that he felt like he was being drained, moaning through it all. He watched Alastor twitch and shake, strangely relaxing in a blissful state at a certain point.

Maybe 5 minutes had gone by, and he still felt it expelling slowly from him. He had also, maybe, used a bit of his magic to keep his knot inflated. He let the cum keep flowing, watching as Alastor went from blissful to squeamish again in a matter of minutes.

“You forced my hand, yet you can’t even take it all?” He asked with a tut, tilting his head.

“Keep…going…” Alastor gasped.

Lucifer let it keep flowing, watching a small bulge appear on Alastor’s stomach.

Perfect.

He started to pull out, startled when Alastor stopped him.

“Is there more?” He demanded.

“A bit.” Lucifer blinked innocently, letting his magic reinflate his knot a bit.

“Keep going.” Alastor glared, shaking as Lucifer obliged.

“I think you’re full.” Lucifer remarked, watching Alastor glare as he started to pull out.

“Do not pull out.” The demon glared at him.

Yikes.

Maybe it was a deer thing?

Better to just go along with it.

“I could let you swallow the rest of it.” Lucifer offered.

Alastor paused before shaking his head, taking Lucifer’s hand and putting it over his stomach, the snake mark sleeping blissfully with its eyes shut.

“I want it all in here.” Alastor pushed a finger into the bulge, “So that I get pregnant for sure.”

Lucifer blinked.

Then he blinked again.

“What?” He wheezed, face glowing.

“You heard me.” Alastor stared right back at him, face flushed but firm.

“I-But you- Do you really want a child or is this just the post-orgasm haze?”

“Royals can breed demons, correct?” Alastor asked coyly, “If you didn’t have the intention of properly breeding me, then why did you give me your knot?”

Okay, so like, definitely a deer thing he unknowingly stepped into.

“I’m mean, I’m not opposed to kids.” Lucifer’s face was definitely flushed, “But we would need to be exclusive if we’re going that far.”

Alastor squinted his eyes. “Do you have anyone else you’re breeding?”

“Gods, no, and please don’t put it like that-“

“If you think I have let anyone else touch me in this manner, in life or afterlife, then you are more foolish than I thought.” Alastor casually remarked, like Lucifer unknowingly taking his virginity wasn’t a big deal.

Alastor blinked.

“Hm, did you get bigger down there?”

Lucifer was definitely blushing now.

“Yes, you are the only one who has touched me like this. I should’ve known the person who gave me 3 individual soulmarks was possessive enough to care about that sort of thing. A bit old fashioned, don’t you think?”

“You said before no one else made you feel this good.” Lucifer was trying to figure out if Alastor was fucking with him.

“The most I’ve shared was a few drunken kisses as a human.” Alastor rolled his eyes, snorting at Lucifer’s irritated face.

Lucifer let his tail circle and squeeze possessively around Alastor’s waist, right up against his soulmark and around the bulge of his stomach.

“Yeah, I’m possessive. Got a problem with it?” He challenged.

He knew it was unhealthy, sure. But trying to push down those feelings for his significant other hadn’t ended well before.

“As a matter of fact, I think I quite enjoy being thoroughly claimed.” Alastor’s eyes gleamed, “You could coat me with your cum and piss and I’d wear the scent with glee.”

“What the fuck.” Lucifer whispered, slightly appalled at the words that he had just heard, and even more appalled that it had turned him on.

Well, not the piss part, but he was definitely down for the other one.

“Well? Want to put that extra seed to good use, since you think I’m full?” Alastor innocently smiled.

Lucifer pulled out with quickness, cum still gurgling out of his dick. He got on his knees and moved himself over Alastor’s stomach, letting come dribble all over his soulmark snake (ha, that’s what the fucker gets) along with all of the fluff over his chest. It kept coming, Lucifer startled when Alastor shifted upwards, gently pushing Lucifer back onto his back. Alastor crawled up to him and started lapping at his dick with a purr.

“It does sound quite appealing, now that I think about it.”

And with that, Alastor took Lucifer into his mouth.

“Fuck.”

Alastor started suckling gently, moaning as the cum kept coming. Lucifer glanced up, only to see Alastor’s tail wagging. And all of the cum dripping from his chest onto the sheets.

Fucking fuck. Fuck.

God, he was done for.

Alastor kept swallowing his cum, the minutes ticking by.

Until he was.

Finally.

Done.

God, Lucifer wouldn’t be able to come for the next month.

Alastor popped off with a hum, wiping some off of his lips.

“Did you know your cum tastes different?” Alastor tilted his head, a worrisome shine of interest in his eyes.

“Yes. And no, I will not explain how I know that.” Lucifer sighed.

“Hm. It’s a good thing I’m not possessive in that manner, then.” Alastor shuffled up, Lucifer squawking before pushing him back.

“Yeah yeah, I’ve been alive as long as the world itself has existed, I’ve been in at least one orgy. But regardless of that, we are absolutely not cuddling with cum all over you.“

“Hmn.” Alastor narrowed his eyes, but snapped his fingers to make himself clean, then plopped himself right down next to Lucifer.

Ah.

The chest fluff.

Lucifer wanted.

He glanced up, daring to hope.

Alastor gave him a disarming smile, gently pulling Lucifer into his fluffy chest a moment later .

Aw yeah, this was the best part. Lucifer snuggled in closer, wrapping his arms around the demon and letting his eyes flutter shut. There was something to be said about the intimacy that lay in the aftermath of chaos, one where your breath mingled with the other-

“What are your thoughts on cannibalism in the bedroom?”

Lucifer’s eyes popped open.

Notes:

I want all of you to know that, while writing this, I could not stop giggling. Like, the whole time I was writing this I kept busting out into manic lil giggle fits. Every word I was just thinking *Oprah voice* YOU get a magical dick! YOU get a magical dick! You ALL GET MAGICAL DICKS! …..Maybe that was related to the 102 fever I had while writing this entire thing, now that I think about it.

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Anywho, behind the scenes later that day…
Lucifer: Huh, I didn’t realize you had a fourth snake on your leg! I thought you only had 3?
Alastor: :) : ) I beg your finest pardon?¿

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Did any of you have a favorite line in this story? I love putting funny little bits in dialogue, they always make me giggle. My personal favorite in this story was in chapter 2…

“He’s really lightweight…Maybe he should eat more.” Lucifer remarked casually, looking at his daughter’s disbelieving face. “Anyways, where should we bring him? Isn’t his room warded?”

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Also, all that build up all for me to just…not reveal what Lucifer’s mark looked like HAHA…oops. 0.0 I guess I should’ve included that…Oh well!
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And now, I bid the small audience a big, big farewell! Thank you for reading, and for all of your kind comments! It makes me so happy to see others getting just as giddy as I do about these two. Until next time!

Notes:

To the next chapter-! Oh wait. That’s quite strange, the button for the next chapter is missing. Oh dear. Perhaps we are required to wait a few days. Hm.