Eternal means forever

by Jonis06

Summary:

Lucifer and Alastor have been together for over a century and lately things have gotten more and more frustrating.

But suddenly evrything changes in their relationship dynamics when Vox enters their lifes.

Chapter 1: Happily ever after ?

Charlie flinched.

Her heart pounded as the door slammed shut behind her father, his amber eyes fiery red now, ablaze with anger, the imposing horns on his head adding to the intensity of the moment.

His breath came out ragged and with flames, leaving no doubt that he was furious.

Charlie didn't dare to imagine the state of the room he had just left.

While it was true that the damage could be repaired with magic, doing so required effort, and three times in one week was simply too much.

Her concern deepened as she worried about something far more significant than material possessions.

It wasn't the thought of broken items that worried her, but the state of her father's relationship and his emotional stability.

She dreaded the possibility of him sinking back into depression, an all too familiar sight for her growing up.

In recent times, things had been surprisingly peaceful.

An agreement was reached between Heaven and Hell that, while not perfect, seemed to satisfy both parties. Limits had been imposed on the hotel's capacity, and the flow of souls entering the heavenly gates was tightly controlled.

Perhaps the most significant development was the cessation of eliminations, bringing a welcome reprieve from the bloodshed and fearamongst the sinners. 

Also, with the new conditions placed upon the Overlords, they were held accountable for the well-being of the souls in their care. They were forbidden from mistreatment and required to provide reasonable working conditions.

Despite the challenges of implementing these changes, Lucifer had managed to thrive. 

But it wasn't just his newfound leadership role and responsibility for his subjects that had brought about positive changes in Lucifer.

The key factor behind his transformation had been the blossoming of his personal life, specifically his relationship with Alastor.

This unexpected romance had caught many off guard.

Charlie had hoped for a harmonious relationship between the two, but she never could have anticipated the deep connection that would form.

Their love was certainly unconventional, but undeniably genuine.

It hadn't been long before Lucifer had decided to take a bold step and publicly acknowledge their relationship and they even had gone that far to formalize their union in the equivalent of a hellish wedding.

The news of the King of Hell himself formalizing a relationship with one of the most feared Overlords had been a spectacle like no other.

The media frenzy had been intense, with wild theories and sensationalized stories circulating, people speculating that Lucifer had ensnared Alastor with a nefarious deal or vice versa, eagerly seeking every juicy detail and attempting to capture the moments, only resulting in blurry, pixelated photos and videos, those brave enough to try often not surviving the encounter.

Alastor had found the situation hilariously amusing when the Media Demon had quite literally blown his top after learning about the relationship. Growing a new head was a laborious and uncomfortable process, requiring a significant amount of effort and patience, even for an Overlord of his caliber,... undoubtedly a tedious task.

Over time though , things began to settle, and life assumed a more peaceful routine.

Alastor diligently managed the hotel alongside Charlie, managed his Overlord Business and even almost daily found time to cook dinner.

Lucifer, on the other hand, threw himself into his work with enthusiasm, drafting plans and establishing new rules to govern. Alastor proved to be a helpful partner, offering his sharp intellect and meticulous attention to detail to support Lucifer's efforts.

Despite the lack of obvious displays of affection, Charlie noticed how genuinely Alastor cared for her father.

Even when confronted with Lucifer's overly affectionate nature, Alastor would offer a tortured but honest smile, indicating that he genuinely loved the king of hell despite the challenges of dealing with his physical expressions of fondness.

Actually, their union served as a stabilizing force, preventing Lucifer from fully succumbing to his impulsive tendencies and Charlie found comfort in the fact that Alastor grounded her father and kept him in check, preferring not to delve into the intimate aspects of the king's relationship with the deerdemon.

Whatever they did behind closed doors was their business, and as long as it kept them happy, the princess chose not to dwell on it.

What mattered to her was that it seemed to be working out for them in their own unique way.

It hadn't been too long ago that it seemed evry day was quite a good day in hell, but recently, a tension had begun to build between the couple.

Their arguments had grown more frequent and more violent, creating a sense of discontent that hung heavy in the air, casting a dark shadow over them that wasn't Alastors.

Charlie couldn't help but feel worried and uneasy, sensing that something was amiss in their once seemingly stable relationship.

She just couldn't bear the thought of another breakup, and her worried gaze pleaded silently with her father.

Thankfully, upon noticing her distraught expression, Lucifer immediately transformed back into his normal form, concern etched on his face.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. We'll sort this out. I'll fix the room right away, alright?"

Charlie nodded silently, searching his gaze for reassurance.

She could sense the sincerity in her father's words and desperately wanted to believe him.

 

 

 

 

Lucifer stepped into the destroyed room and couldn't help but let out a weary sigh at the sight before him.

It resembled a war zone, with tables and chairs overturned, scattered everywhere.

A window shattered, the curtain still smoldering from the aftermath.

The fallen angel shook his head, the weight of frustration and exhaustion clearly etched on his face.

Frustration welled up within him as he realized that once again, Alastor had vanished, hiding within the shadows. It was an all too familiar pattern.

Whenever emotions surfaced, his partner would retreat, avoiding the situation entirely, instead of facing their issues together.

Lucifer's heart ached , feeling rejected once more.

"Bastard...", he muttered, his voice tinged with disappointment and resignation.

He had long since understood that physical affection and romance were not Alastor's strong suit.

Trying various gestures, offering gifts and expressing his affection, only to be met with indifference.

When the king once gave Alastor a Bouquet of flowers, the latter had merely questioned their purpose, asking what he should do with deceased vegetation.

Cooking for him received a lukewarm compliment, Alastor telling him that he himself would have managed the task way better, and even during intimate moments, like cuddling during a movie night, the Overlord would complain about wrinkled clothes. 

Though, amidst the emotional roller coaster of their relationship, there were moments where the deerdemon sought closeness as well.

After exhausting meetings with the other Overlords, during bouts of physical pain, when panic attacks shattered his sleep and (after all these years) on his mother's deathdate he found solace in Lucifer's arms.

These rare instances of vulnerability were precious to the king, who cherished them deeply. 

In the bedroom, things worked quite harmoniously between the unlikely couple.

While Alastor had some unique methods to manage getting an erection and didn't explicitly seek climax, he willingly engaged in intimacy with Lucifer, albeit it was often the deerdemon who determined when and how they would be intimate, and while it may not have been what Lucifer fully desired, they still found a level of comfort and connection in their physical encounters.

Their bedroom activities were somewhat modest in nature, consisting of a mix of kissing, biting, and occasionally changing positions.

During these moments, if Lucifer timed it perfectly, he could even evoke a satisfying response from Alastor, leaving him with a bleating noise of pleasure when he came.

The fallen angel found a certain joy in pushing his partner to this point and a sense of delight in witnessing his lover's momentary loss of control, even if Alastor often expressed a touch of disgust afterwards, wrinkling his nose at the resulting mess. 

But over time, their sexual encounters had become increasingly rare and Lucifer tried to understand the reasons behind this diminishing frequency in their intimate life.

Of course he never would have pressured his partner into intercourse and  had his own ways of satisfying himself without it becoming dull (one advantage of having a long tail and the ability to clone himself certainly had its perks).

Yet, for Lucifer, it wasn't just about the absence of intimacy; it was the lack of feeling wanted, feeling valued that truly distressed him.

He perceived a growing distance between them, which fueled his anxiety.

So he decided to approach Alastor, initiating the same conversation time and time again. Each time, it spiraled into an argument, with Lucifer accusing Alastor of disregarding his dream of a fulfilling, loving relationship and home with his insensitive and cold behavior.

Alastor on the other hand defended himself by insisting he had always been this way and questioned why Lucifer was so upset, offering to schedule intimate moments upon request, but the fallen angel longed for expressions of love, tenderness, and passion, and yearned for his partner to truly listen without immediately feeling attacked.

Yet, Alastor consistently failed to understand his desires, resulting in recurring arguments and growing frustration.

Lucifer watched as his magic meticulously reconstructed the room, his thoughts lingering on the issue at hand.

He contemplated whether he should continue their argument later, in the privacy of their bedroom.

Frustration and concern weighed heavily on his mind, but also a tinge of hope that maybe, yes, maybe, they could finally resolve their issues in the intimate sanctuary of their shared space.

 

 

 

 

 

The clock struck midnight, and there was no sign of Alastor.

Lucifer sat on the edge of their bed, still dressed, his gaze fixed on the vacant side next to him, the emptiness weighing heavily on him, leaving him alone with his thoughts and a growing sense of unease.

Typically, in the quiet hours of the night, he would find solace in staring at his partner's back, lulled to sleep by the steady rhythm of his breathing.

Despite the years, Lucifer couldn't help but still admire and adore Alastor.

The deerdemon hadn't lost any of his captivating allure. In fact, over the years, Lucifer had discovered hidden details about him, details known only by him.

The freckles on his shoulders, the untold tales behind each scar, and the secret cut in his ear hidden by soft fur.

The wound persisted as a reminder of his narrow escape from being struck by an angel-steel weapon during his early days in Hell, refusing to heal completely.

And of course .... There was Alastor's tail, a secret he'd made sure to keep to himself. He had even gone as far as to have Lucifer sign a binding contract, ensuring they never spoke a word about it with anyone else.

The Overlord had admitted to being ashamed of this aspect of himself, confessing how he had initially tried cutting it off, only to find that it grew back swiftly.

It came as no surprise to Lucifer that Alastor would opt for such a solution, given his inclination to distance himself from anything uncomfortable, even if it meant removing body parts if necessary.

Lucifer sighed heavily, .... so it seemed to be one of those nights again.

He had no idea where Alastor sought refuge – whether it was within the depths of his bayou, indulging himself at Mimzy's bar, or perhaps some new place he was kept in the dark about. 

Even after all these years together, this man still seemed to harbor secrets, leaving Lucifer feeling disconnected.

The fallen angel stepped out onto the balcony, taking in the view of the city stretched out before him.

Surprisingly, there were only faint cries and no explosions, a rare moment of tranquility.

Wanting to alleviate some of the tension in his shoulders and to escape the thoughts on his mind, Lucifer spread his wings and took off to the air.

From this elevated perspective, everything looked different—except for his problems and worries, which seemed to follow him.

Lucifer settled on the rooftop of one of the highest buildings, offering a breathtaking panorama of the surrounding landscape. In the shadows of the darkened sky, the bleak terrain looked almost peaceful.

With a snap of his fingers, a glass and a bottle of wine materialized.

It seemed fitting, he thought, to indulge in a bit of self-pity in this lonesome moment, sipping his wine as he stared up at the night sky.

As if on cue, Lucifer could almost see Alastor, shaking his head and muttering, "Pathetic."

Lucifer just savored his second glass of wine, when the sound of a door opening suddenly  startled him.

He immediately turned around, only to find the Media Demon standing there, a smug grin on his face.

Lucifer's gaze met those reflective reddish eyes, and he could only sigh in frustration

Ah, wonderful, it had to be Vox, ... of all people it just had to be Vox. 

His obsession with Alastor was no secret, and the last thing Lucifer needed right now was to deal with that annoying bastard.

What a terrible coincidence.

 

 

 

Notes:

They will definitley have a common interest to bond , hm?

Chapter 2: Praise and prejudice

"Well, well, well. What a fine little bird has landed here?" Vox mocked, his gaze fixed on Lucifer, letting out a sly chuckle as he spoke.

Lucifer rolled his eyes exasperatedly.

"Oh, please. What are you doing here, Vox?"

"What I am doing here? It seems tonight I am meeting our great King, perched on the rooftop of my tower, sipping away in the dead of night.

Whats the matter, your majesty?

Trouble in paradise, perhaps?

Is Alastor being too much to handle?

Does your beloved husband give you a hard time?

Can't deal with the old deer's stubbornness?

Can the mighty Devil not tame his partner anymore?"

Vox's tone dripped with mockery and faux concern.

Lucifer felt his annoyance increasing and snapped at Vox: "Shut up, you moronic excuse of an electric device!"

He was in no mood for the Media Demon's words, least of all on a night when he was already feeling vulnerable and frustrated.

Seeing Lucifer's annoyed glare, Vox sighed.

"Oh , calm down, Your Majesty, I'm only  trying to brighten your mood. After all, it's not every day I'm graced with the presence of royalty. Let me join you."

Vox slowly approached, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and offering one to Lucifer with a questioning look.

"Fine," Lucifer said, gesturing for Vox to take a seat. "Join me if you must. But spare me your mockery."

As the other demon settled down, Lucifer hesitated for a moment before taking a cigarette, lighting it with a breath of fire and taking a deep drag, his eyes still fixed on the Media Demon who was staring at him in astonishment.

"What ?"

Lucifer snapped, exhaling a plume of smoke.

"Did you just light the cigarette with a breath of fire?" 

Lucifer grinned, finding amusement by Vox's surprise. 

The Media demon watched in wonder as Lucifer effortlessly lit the his cigarette with his fiery breath  as well , the flame briefly dancing before dwindling into the familiar glowing embers.

The devil smirked at Vox's amazement.

Alastor was never that interested in his abilities, the Radio demon rather liked to dwell in his own.

"Impressed?" he casually asked, watching Vox out of the corner of his eye.

Vox took the lit cigarette, inhaling a few puffs before replying: "That's not something I see every day. 

You really are  a fascinating being, Your Majesty.

It's truly an honor to share this smoke with you," Vox  voice suddenly was  tinged with genuine admiration.

"But, hey,  I'm still curious. What brings you here, on the roof of all places, when you could be enjoying to share the comfortability of a bed with your husband?"

Lucifer let the smoke curl up from his lips, his gaze fixed on the distant landscape.

"Sometimes, even a king needs an escape and up here, there's a certain freedom that gives me a chance to think in peace.

And .... I  hate to admit it, but you're right.

My husband... he's difficult. Sometimes it feels like we speak completely different languages."

"Oh,... Alastor, that old jackass... he's always been egotistical, egocentric even.

Self-absorbed and uncaring. Thinks he's the greatest and doesn't give a damn about anyone else's feelings." 

Lucifer interjected.

"Hey, don't speak about my husband like that."

The fallen angel let out a dry chuckle.

"And let's be honest, everyone knows you have an unhealthy obsession with Alastor. You were or even still are excessivly consumed by him, though he never reciprocated your feelings. Are you... jealous?"

His words carried a hint of mockery.

Vox scoffed. 

"Jealous? Ha! I wouldn't want that red walking tampon in a relationship with me at all. Listening to his endless self-praise and old-timey taste in music? Hell no." 

Lucifer flicked the butt of his cigarette, watching it fall into the abyss below.

"But you'd sleep with him if given the chance," he said. There was a subtle challenge in his tone as if he dared Vox to deny the truth.

Vox's reply was blunt and unapologetic. "Your Majesty... we're in hell. Of course, I'd fuck  the soul out of him."

He spoke with a casual nonchalance, as if the proposition was the most natural thing in the world.

Lucifer was visibly annoyed, his irritation evident in his voice.

"You're actually admitting that you want to... to sleep with my husband," he said, his words tinged with  anger. "And why do you think he would even be the one taking it in the first place?" 

Vox took a casual swig directly from the wine bottle, much to Lucifer's annoyance.

He replied with a sly smirk: "Oh, I'm aware he's not into it that much, so why should he be the one taking the lead?

And by the way, Your Majesty, you're much stronger. And I'll bet you're more dominant.

Look at you, small but buff. Your body must be a sight to behold."

Lucifer couldn't help but blush as Vox shamelessly examined him, his eyes roaming over his features with an unabashed gaze.

"Ha! You're blushing, and even this is beautiful... your cheeks tinged in gold, your amber eyes..." Vox continued, a sly smirk on his face. "But you know how unbelievably handsome you are. You can't deny that you are an angel."

"Of course, I know I'm attractive," the fallen angel replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Being an angel, my features tend to have that effect."

Despite his attempts to seem indifferent, Vox's compliments and attention  caused Lucifer's heart to pound faster.

He finished his glass of wine in a single gulp, the liquid tingling down his throat, knowing he shouldn't let the Media Demon's comments have an effect on him, but the attention was somehow  unfamiliar and thatfor hard to resist.

Vox observed Lucifer with a hint of fascination.

"It's impressive how powerful you are," he mused, his gaze locked on the King of Hell, "and yet, you seem fragile. You are temptation itself, yet you blush at a simple compliment... you are an angel but still struggle with feelings, just like everyone else."

Lucifer's gaze darted away as the Media Demon's words struck a chord within him and Vox let out a hearty laugh, then glanced at the wine bottle, flipping it upside down to find only a few droplets trickling out.

"Damn, it seems the wine is sadly all gone..."

Lucifer, a hint of hesitation in his voice, offered:

"I could ... manifest another bottle? Any preferences?" 

Lucifer's words hung in the air, and he himself wondered at the unexpected proposal.

Was he really offering to share another bottle of wine with Vox?

The very idea felt strange and unusual.

"I love them a little sweeter ... Something like a  Sauternes, maybe ?

I have to say it is an honor  to share a drink with the King, I am aware that not everyone has this opportunity." 

Lucifer manifested an expensive looking bottle and an extra glass.

The Media Demon and the King of Hell toasted in silence, each taking a careful first sip, the rich but sweet flavor filling their senses as they savored the moment, turning their gazes toward the night sky.

"Hell's sky is beautiful in its own way, but I certainly miss the stars."

Vox sighed, taking another sip.

"Alastor says the same thing... Sometimes, I manage to sneak us out to earth to lie under the stars and..."

Lucifer  trailed off, suddenly realizing he had shared such an intimate detail with Vox, causing him to blush at his own candidness.

Vox's smirk widened at Lucifer's unintentional revelation, and he playfully remarked: 

"Oh ho ho, so you have a romantic date under the stars with a happy ending, eh?"

"...Not lately..." Lucifer murmured under his breath.

"Oh, I am still somehow  astonished that he even fucks at all. I've always assumed he's a prude or something."

Lucifer's voice held a hint of vulnerability as he spoke, his tone tinged with frustration.

"He isn't a prude at all...He's just disinterested, but...but...if there's no touch, rare compliments, and no looks of desire, it leaves one feeling insecure and unwanted. It's not just sex that brings closeness and reassurance."

Vox's tone turned as he responded:

"That's true, Your Majesty.

You deserve to be adored, admired, and even worshipped.

You're a gorgeous and mesmerising man."

His eyes were fixed on Lucifer, the words genuine, but there was also an underlying sense of envy.

Lucifer's gaze was intense as he confronted Vox.

"You're still jealous that he's mine, aren't you.

That he saw something in me he didn't find in you.

Where does this obsession of yours even come from?

Why are you so invested in Alastor?"

Lucifer paused, taking a moment to contemplate the complexities of their dynamic. 

"Why have you let him humiliate you again and again, yet you still can't seem to let go? Is it just about getting into his pants?"

Vox took a significant gulp of his wine before responding with calculated nonchalance, his voice laced with a hint of bitterness.

"Perhaps it's not just about conquest," he said. "Did you ever think of the possibility that my interest goes beyond simple desire?

There's a history, a complicated past that I can't seem to let go."

 

Lucifer's expression softened.

"So you really did love him once, hm?" he said quietly, the words slipping out as a statement rather than a question.

Vox paused, taking a moment to consider his words as he swirled the wine in his glass.

"Yes."

The admission hung in the air between them

"Do you hate me for it, your majesty?"

"Hate you for it?" Lucifer repeated "Oh, I could hate you for a lot of things, but loving someone isn't one of them."

Vox's face flickered with a mixture of surprise and guilt.

He had never expected Lucifer to react this way.

He had expected anger, jealousy, perhaps even physical violence.

But compassion?

That was something he had not anticipated.

"You... you don't hate me for it?" Vox managed to say, his voice surprisingly small and vulnerable.

Lucifer's expression softened,empathy etched on his face. 

He took a moment, searching for the right words.

"You're so different from what I had expected, Vox.

I only knew you as the obsessive, psychotic stalker of my husband... but there's more to you than that, isn't there?"

"He was the first to treat me kindly in Hell. He believed in me, believed in my potential."

Vox's expression turned bitter.

"And you know about  his looks... soft, yet edgy, tough... And he's charming when he wants to be, enthusiastic about the things he loves, ... a damn good looking bastard.

I once craved to touch him, to be close to him."

He let out an almost bitter laugh.

"But he made it clear how he felt. He rejected me time and time again. He had no interest in me.

Fuck, the old deer told me He wasn't interested in any kind of relationship. That it wasn't worth his time, that there were more important things to do ..." 

Vox's gaze was fixed on Lucifer, envy in his eyes.

"And then there suddenly were you...

You, an angel, the King, the Most powerful being in hell.

And you also just so happen to be the most beautiful creature in this realm.

Your flawless white skin, your golden hair, the cute dots on your cheeks... You're practically a vision."

Vox let out a heavy sigh again.

"Alastor only cares about power and he loves looking at beautiful things.

Of course, he'd choose you over me..."

Lucifer's expression softened as he heard Vox's words, a blush creeping up his cheeks.

"You...you think I am a vision, beautiful, and ... cute?" he repeated, disbelief in his voice, then he chuckled. "I... I don't know what to say. No one's ever called me...cute."

Vox's eyes lit up as he responded, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I do think so. I've always thought you were an absolute vision. Beautiful. And cute, yeah.

You  are an ancient being and yet you still have these soft, sweet and youthul features."

Lucifer couldn't help the warm sensation that spread within him, his heart thumping a little faster at the compliments. 

Vox's gaze lingered on the King.

"You're gorgeous and powerful, the perfect package. Alastor really hit the Jackpot."

Not aware  if it was the atmosphere of the nightsky, the influence of the wine or Vox's compliments, Lucifer's guard lowered, and his cheeks were tinged with a slight blush.

As Vox inched closer, accidentally knocking the once again emptied wine bottle aside, Lucifer tilted his head questioningly, his heart hammering in his chest.

He felt oddly vulnerable, yet curious, as something seemed going to happen.

As Vox leaned in closer, a faint buzzing sound grew stronger, reminding the King of the same static that lingered around Alastor.

Lucifer couldn't help but fixate on the Media Demon's flat screen face, his gaze drawn to the glowing pixels.

A thought crossed his mind, wondering what it would feel like to touch the surface, to trace his thumb over the pixels.

A sudden curiosity gripped him, a question that slipped from his lips without warning.

"Do you... do you have lips? A tongue?" 

Vox's laugh filled the air, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Oh, my King, ...interested in seeing them... or perhaps even trying them?"

Lucifer's cheeks tinged with a deeper shade of gold as he realized the implications of his own question.

He quickly tried to retract it, stumbling over his words.

"No, no, I-I-I- .... I didn't mean..." 

The Media Demon smirked, sensing the king's internal struggle.

"Are you sure you don't want to try it, my king?" he whispered, leaning in closer and Lucifer's protest just died in his throat as he felt the tingling sensation of Vox's lips brushing against his own.

It was like a tingle of electricity and his eyes widened momentarily, the sensation unfamiliar and overwhelming.

He wanted to pull away, to deny the growing attraction that threatened to consume him, but it was already too late.

Before he could fully process what he was doing, Lucifer found himself kissing back and as he allowed the kiss to deepen, he found himself lost in the tenderness of it all, the way Vox kissed him with such care and delicacy.

The Media Demon tenderly ran his hand through his blonde locks, treating him like something precious.

Lucifer couldn't help but compare it to the rough, bitey kisses of Alastor, the sharp teeth and claws that left marks on his skin, the deerdemon's craving for blood.

But this was different, a tender and fragile connection that went beyond lust or the need for domination.

Like a flower, it bloomed softly and gently between them.

As their tongues intertwined, the familiar tingling sensation of electricity crackled through the kiss, a reminder of Vox's demonic nature.

The Media Demon knew what he was doing, his actions a stark contrast to the rough, impatient approach of Alastor's sloppy kisses. 

Vox took his time, responding to Lucifer's reactions with careful attention.

Where Alastor rushed towards a goal, Vox reveled in the connection, indulging in the sheer intimacy of the moment.

The feeling of betrayal lingered in Lucifer's thoughts, a mixture of desire and guilt , a reminder of the boundaries he shouldn't have crossed.

And yet, as the kisses continued, he found himself pushing aside those feelings, surrendering to the intoxicating moment as their lips met again and again under the starless sky.

 

 

 

 

Alastor had entered home shortly after midnight, his thoughts still consumed by the argument with Lucifer.

He had spent the day trying to process the situation, coming to a realization that he did indeed care more than he would have liked to admit.

Alastor's mind still echoed with the words exchanged during their fight.

Despite his attempts to distance himself, he couldn't forget the hurt and disappointment etched on Lucifer's face. 

If only Lucifer would communicate more clearly, if he would simply state his needs and desires, things might have been different.

But Alastor was trapped in his own way of thinking, struggling to break free from his patterns.

As he sat alone in their bedroom, staring at the clock that read 4 am., his gaze fell upon the wilting bouquet in his hand.

Did the flowers mirror the wilting state of their relationship?

 

 

Where the hell was Lucifer? 

 

 

 

Chapter 3: The unthinkable

Alastor's eyes snapped open as a noise jolted him out of his slumber.

He sat upright, glancing at the clock that now read past 6 am, a mix of surprise and relief washing over him as he saw Lucifer, evidently trying to sneak in quietly.

"Darling, there you are. Where have you been?"

Lucifer, blushing slightly, offered a casual explanation.

"Oh, I just took a flight around town...had a drink, got distracted, haha."

Alastor's gaze remained fixed on him, studying the demon's flushed face, a hint of skepticism in his expression, his senses heightened as he caught a mix of alcohol, smoke, and an oddly familiar scent lingering on his husband.

He couldn't quite place it, his brow furrowing in thought.

"Oh ... Yes i know i must stink... I'll have a quick shower ... Be back soon love ..."

Lucifer hurriedly retreated into the bathroom, barely getting the words out before disappearing behind the door.

Alastor's suspicions grew, his instincts warning of something amiss, calling out after him.

"Darling, wait-"

Alastor had jumped up, standing in the middle of the room now, the bouquet still in hands,  frustration building as the sound of the door locking echoed in his ears.

Was Lucifer still angry with him? Did he act like this because of that?

The deerdemon placed the wilting flowers on the table, his irritation growing as he paced the room.

Then, a sudden idea struck him, and he began to remove his clothes, neatly folding each piece and placing them aside. 

As he stood in front of the mirror, Alastor couldn't help but feel a pang of discomfort.

Despite the years, decades by now, there was still a hint of unease whenever he prepared for intimate moments.

It wasn't something he actually relished, but Lucifer craved it, and he knew it was one of the things the demon just needed to feel ... loved.

Though reluctant, Alastor pushed aside his reservations, determined to fulfill his husband's desires. After all, this was part of what a partner was supposed to do, wasn't it?

The deerdemon positioned himself on the edge of the bed, his body reclined on one elbow, creating a relaxed yet seductive pose.

His legs were slightly spread, one knee raised. His free hand trailed lazily along the smooth sheets, the material barely covering his lower half, offering a teasing glimpse of his bare skin.

With a smirk, he looked up, his gaze fixed in the direction where he expected Lucifer to soon emerge from the bathroom.

Only moments later the door indeed opened, Lucifer stepping out, a towel loosely wrapped around his hips.

He froze in his tracks, taken aback by the unexpected sight of his husband lying on the bed in a pose that spoke volumes.

Lucifer's gaze roamed over the demon's form,  surprise evident in his eyes.

Turning away from the sight in embarassment, his gaze flicked to the wilting flowers for a brief moment before shifting back to Alastor.

"Did you bring them for me?"

Alastor replied with a touch of sarcasm.

"I assumed you would be delighted by the sight of dead plants for some reason... but are these really more interesting than this right now?"

The deerdemon made a suggestive gesture towards himself.

Lucifer's guilt resurfaced, but he couldn't deny the truth: Alastor's pose was temptingly enticing.

"No... no..." Lucifer conceded. "Of course not, love. You're... beautiful..."

The guilt gnawed at him.

Why did Alastor choose tonight to play the role of a tempting lure?

The deerdemon's slight irritation tinged his voice, a subtle hint of frustration evident.

"Then come closer, darling... Or did you suddenly get shy?"

Lucifer moved toward Alastor,  extending a hand to graze along his partner's arm. Their gazes locked, and a mix of emotions played across the devil's face.

There was an unmistakable desire, but also a growing unease, a guilt that coursed through him.

The weight of his actions hung heavily upon him, yet, in this moment, he could not bring himself to resist the allure before him.

"Alastor ..."

Lucifer leaned in and his lover nipped at the King's lower lip with a gentle bite.

But as they kissed, Lucifer's mind briefly wandered to the earlier encounter with Vox, the memory of the Media Demon's gentleness, the newness of the experience. 

As Lucifer attempted to lean in for another kiss, Alastor held him back, pressing a hand against his chest to halt the motion.

The deerdemon's gaze flicked downward, his expression thoughtful.

"There's something amiss," he noted. "Usually, you're quite ... 'excited' at the mere sight of me. But now, my dear... you seem to be distracted," Alastor sighed, his words bringing Lucifer back to the present moment. "Are you still angry with me?"

"Angry? Oh, no, no, no! It's not like that. I'm fully here with you now."

But Alastor still held him back, watching him closely.

Lucifer, becoming increasingly self-conscious, looked down, following Alastor's gaze.

The truth of the situation was undeniable. His dick seemed to have missed the invitation to the party, which was vastly unusual.

The fallen angel swallowed, trying to find words to explain himself, uncertainty seeping into his voice, heart pounding, his guilt and embarrassment intensifying under Alastor's gaze.

"I... I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong. It's just... different this time."

A sudden realization hit Alastor like a ton of bricks and his usually composed expression turned into one of shock and disbelief. 

"When you entered our chamber ...you smelled different," he stated, his voice tinged with confusion. "You smelled of... lust... so I thought you would like to have intercourse. But now i remember that scent. You ... You smelled of him! But that... that can't be, of course not, ... there is an explanation, right?"

As Lucifer struggled to find words, his attempts at lying failing miserably, Alastor's grasp on the sheets tightened. His gaze bore into the king, his voice firm.

"Where have you Been, Lucifer, and do not  lie to me!"

Lucifer's mind raced, his guilt and fear building up as he realized that any attempt at evasion or lie would be futile.

He knew he had to confess, to come clean.

"Alastor,...my love... I don't know how to explain..."

Alastor's eyes widened in disbelief as Lucifer stumbled to find the words he dreaded.

He drew back on the bed and cried out, his voice trembling with pain.

"No... no, it cannot be!" 

The situation was all too clear, the truth hanging in the air.

Lucifer had done the unthinkable. 

Despite their relationship never explicitly discussing monogamy, a certain level of faithfulness had been understood, a silent commitment been made, at least that was what  Alastor had thought , believing  in the exclusivity of their bond, convinced that Lucifer's desire was solely for him.

Yet, the undeniable truth was crushing his pride, and there was more to it than mere pain.

Alastor's heart felt torn, a kind of pain he had never experienced before. The very notion that Lucifer had found comfort in another's arms was too much to bear.

Anger and hurt consumed him, his eyes turned black as the branches of his antlers began to crack.

Thick, black ichor dripped from the corners of his mouth, the air around him crackling with static, like a scream echoing through the room.

Alastor's monstrous form now  towered over the bed, his sharp claws tearing through the mattress with ease, enlarged teeth forming a twisted smile. 

"Love, please, let me explain," Lucifer pleaded, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Alastor was in a furious frenzy, ignoring his pleas shoving him aside brutally.

With overwhelming force, he burst through the door, taking a chunk of the wall with him as he charged out, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake.

Lucifer, following him immediately,  emerged through a portal, finding himself face to face in the lobby with Charlie, who was still in her nightgown, looking like the little girl she once was, concern etched on her face.

"What happened, dad?" Charlies voice was filled with distress as she took in the sight of destrucion.

Lucifer sighed heavily, his gaze fixed on the path his husband had taken.

"I... I said ... I mean I did something that upset him," he confessed, his voice heavy with guilt. "And now... he's off who knows where, in a rage."

His expression darkened as he uttered those words, a somber realization dawning upon him.

He knew exactly where Alastor was heading.

 

 

 

Vox jolted awake from his troubled sleep, his dreams still vivid in his mind.

He had experienced a strange mix of blissful visions and terrifying nightmares.

The memory of soft, caring hands and gentle touches contrasted sharply with the images of fire, claws, and teeth.

The sudden blare of the building's alarms shattered the remnants of his dream, tearing him back to reality.

Vox's heart skipped a beat at the sudden  bursting of the glass and the sight of glowing crimson eyes, reminiscent of his dream, sent a surge of recognition through him.

Alastor stood in the wreckage of the shattered window, his massive demonic form looming before Vox.  

Vox's yelped as thick, black-greenish tentacles coiled around his torso, lifting him off the ground with unexpected force.

The Radio demon's voice, now low and screetching with feedback, resonated through the room.

"You unrivaled bastard! This time you went too far!"

Vox gasped for air as the tentacles tightened, causing a pained hiss to escape his lips.

"Alastor," he croaked. "Wait, let me explain-"

A high-pitched squeal interrupted him.

Alastor's rage flared as he shrank back to his usual size, though his antlers stayed enlarged and more pronounced, and his eyes remained a deep black, Radio dials ticking within his red pupils, still holding Vox up with his tentacles.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Alastor snarled. "To humiliate me, to seek revenge. You wanted to steal the most precious I have, you absolute wretch....You really have gone too far. This time, I will definitely kill you."

Vox's eyes widened as he hung from the tight grip of the tentacles, fear creeping into his expression.

"Alastor, please, no, you've got it all wrong! I never meant to humiliate you or seek revenge. I- I..."

Vox's words trailed off as he looked into Alastor's eyes and saw the full amount of heartbreak that clouded them.

"You won't believe me no matter what I say, will you?" he asked quietly.

The deerdemon's black eyes locked onto Vox's, his gaze unyielding.

"No," he replied, his voice cold, the tentacles tightening once more, the grip unforgiving. "You should've thought about the consequences before you meddled with what's mine."

Vox tried to use his electrical powers, but his desperate attempts  proved to be in vain.

The bolts of electricity he unleashed caused Alastor to shake slightly, releasing a hint of smoke and the distinct scent of burnt fur.

Meanwhile, outside the black dome Alastor had created, Vox could hear Velvette and Valentino's screams and rattling at his bedroom door, their voices muffled by the barrier the Radio demon  had put in place.

Alastor's smile widened into a sadistic grin as he spoke in a sing-song voice, his words dripping with menace.

"Let's see how your insides look like, old pal, shall  we? I really wonder if they contain more  flesh and bones  or more cable and  wires? " 

Vox struggled against the tentacles holding him captive, fear flashing in his eyes as the threat sunk in.

In that moment, a portal materialized within the confines of the black dome, and out stepped Lucifer, taking in the scene in horror, only to be violently knocked off his feet by a sweeping tentacle.

"Alastor, stop it!" Lucifer pleaded.

But the deerdemon of course didn't listen.

He merely responded with another swing of the tentacle, sending Lucifer sprawling to the ground.

Then , with a sudden shift in the atmosphere, the air seemed to warp and change, as if reality itself was bending to the whims of the entity speaking.

A commanding voice, resonated through their minds, Lucifer's  piercing red eyes fixed on Alastor, an expression of authority on his face.

"Alastor !  Stop this rampage immediately! Now!"

Vox's gaze shifted toward the devil, taking in the sight of the king transforming into a being of eternal flame and scarlet feathers, his eyes widening in shock and awe.

Alastor, however, seemed strangely unafraid, even unimpressed, by Lucifer's imposing presence, as if their marital disagreements typically took this turn.

Still, the tentacles coiled around Vox retreated as Alastor stood with his arms crossed, a sly smile on his face now, looking at his husband challenging.

"Ah, has the king come to save his precious toy? Can't stand me playing with it? Afraid I might break it, Sire?"

"Alastor ... Love, let me explain..."

"And whatever might there be to explain? Is it that you are bored of me now? That you just wanted a taste?" Alastor  spat out, his voice laced with pain and frustration."I never thought you would .... You would ..." 

Alastor's facade started to crumble as his voice cracked with a hint of hurt and anguish.

He had been trying to maintain his facade of anger, but the truth was that he was deeply hurt and pained.

"I know you don't feel comfortable with me anymore," he whispered,, his voice faltering as he looked into Lucifer's eyes. But ...Why? Why am I not enough for you anymore? What do I lack, Lucifer?"

The fallen angel rushed forward, transforming back into his more vulnerable form as he enveloped his partner in a tight embrace.

Despite Alastor's arms remaining limp at his sides, Lucifer held him close, his grip strong and steady. The deerdemon's teeth were clenched together, struggling to hold back his emotions.

"Please, love. Can you forgive me?"

Alastor trembled with a mix of anger and pain, his emotions barely contained.

"How could I?" he whispered, his tone dripping with hurt.

Vox's voice cut through the tense atmosphere, his words an attempt to intervene, as he started approaching the couple.

"Hey,  dealing with feelings is not your strong suit, you are way better with other deals. I know that you know how much Lucifer loves you," he said. "But sometimes, when emotions run high, things happen. I mean, we're in hell, and you tear demons apart frequently. I don't think one kiss should destroy your marriage."

Alastor's ears perked up.

"You only shared a kiss?"

Lucifer sighed. 

"Yes, it was just some kisses. I tried to explain this earlier."

Vox snorted. 

"You two really have to work on your communication..."

Alastor couldn't help but snarl at Vox's comment, his eyes darkening with anger again.

"Love, look at me."

Lucifer's firm yet gentle grip on Alastor's chin compelled him to meet his gaze, forcing him to look directly into his eyes.

He spoke with sincerity.

"Alastor, I love you with all my heart. Yet , to be honest, I still enjoyed the attention from Vox. I guess I don't hold any dislike for him. And I'm aware that once you, too, harbored some feelings for him."

Vox's eyes widened in surprise, disbelief crossing his face.

"Wait, what...?"

Lucifer nodded. 

"Yes, I remember. He had revealed to me during one of our conversations, that he actually really really liked you decades ago. "

Alastor huffed in dissapointment.

"Maybe I had once entertained some fleeting interest, but it was never about getting physical, you infuriating blockhead!" He snapped, frustrated by the direction the conversation was taking."It wasn't about intimacy, but rather a brief infatuation or attraction."

Vox beemed: "He really liked me !"

Lucifer nodded eagerly. " He really liked you."

Alastor sighed in frustration, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I am surrounded by absolute fools," he muttered, exasperated by the situation.

Lucifer chuckled, his grin widening at Alastor's irritation. Vox, standing behind the king, couldn't help but smile gleefully at the revelation.

The fallen angel's tone then became serious as he turned his attention back to Alastor.

"Love, we really need to talk," he said, his gaze steady. "About affection, desire... and maybe some things we haven't addressed before."

He gestured for Vox to move closer, the media demon now directly standing behind him. Lucifer looked up at Alastor with a serious yet tender expression.

"Kiss me, Alastor," he softly commanded, his voice carrying desire. 

The deerdemon's eyes  lingered on Lucifer's appearance, who was lounging in only a pair of pajama pants and an open dress shirt, his bare chest exposed.

Despite his earlier irritation, Alastor's expression softened as he pressed his palm against his partner's pale chest, leaning in for an open-mouth kiss.

Lucifer let out an involuntary moan as Vox gently started nibbling at his neck, too.

Alastor's eyes locked with Vox's, who shyly looked back at the deerdemon, whose gaze was tinged with pain and possessiveness, as both of them showered the devil with intimate attention.

Outside, the knocking and screaming had stopped, as the situation started to take a different turn...

Notes:

Sketch for this chapter :

https://bsky.app/profile/jonis06.bsky.social/post/3lvidrizrf22w

Chapter 4: On the watch

 

Vox watched silently , sitting at the corner of his bed, still dressed in his pajamas, as Lucifer gently laid Alastor down on the matress and started to undress him layer by layer. 

He observed as a look of confusion crossed Alastor's face, watching the deerdemon's breathing growing heavier as Lucifer kissed a sensual path down his body, his eyes widening as they locked with Vox's, finding himself in a triangle of intimacy.

Lucifer finally pulled Alastor's shorts down, revealing his soft cock, and for a moment, panic flickered across the Radio demon's face.

Vox blushed at the sight, his breath hitching.

It was a moment the Media demon had only ever dared to dream of, and now it was unfolding before his eyes.

He couldn't help but find himself captivated: he long ago had given up thinking of Alastor in this kind of way, but seeing him exposed, seeing him naked immediately lightened a spark of desire.

Lucifer now started to brush his lips along Alastor's limp dick while running his hands up and down the deerdemon's inner thighs, drawing a shiver and a low moan from him.

Alastor's cheeks reddened as he warily glanced at Vox, who was entranced by the scene unfolding before him, but he still didn't Stop Lucifer in his actions.

As he suddenly spoke, the king's voice was gentle but somehow commanding, his words spoken with  reassurance.

"Let him watch," he murmured, his gaze fixed on his husband. "Let him witness you losing control. Let it be one of those moments. A moment where you surrender to pleasure, my love."

So, Alastor wasn't immune to seduction, hm? 

His words filled with admiration and desire, Vox joined in and confessed: 

"Damn, Alastor, you are absolutely gorgeous. You're so hot. I've always wanted to see you like this." 

Alastor's cheeks burned with embarrassment as Vox's praise washed over him. It nourished his pride, though a sense of discomfort lingered, knowing that the same man he had wanted to harm mere moments ago was now witnessing him in such a compromising position.

Suddenly a slurping sound filled the following silence of the room as Lucifer swirled his forked tongue around the head of his partner's cock and started sucking at it, eliciting a high-pitched gasp from the deerdemon. 

Alastor's eyes widened , his gaze locking first with Lucifer, who looked up at him with lust in his eyes while pleasuring him, and then with Vox, who watched with half lidded eyes, mouth agape.

The deerdemon's mind was struggling to process the intensity of the sensations coursing through him while being observed so intimatly.

Despite the lingering discomfort, there was something undeniably arousing about the situation, knowing that another man was intently watching them and so Alastor quickly began to grow hard on the devil's tongue.

Lucifer lifted his head, slowly licked along the deerdemon's shaft and grinned.

"Oh, I guess our little friend here likes the company, hm?"

Alastor attempted to respond with a biting remark, but all that could escape his mouth was a sudden groan, as the fallen angel closed his lips around his length once again.

Lucifer, with the skill and experience of someone who knew exactly how to drive his partner wild, added just a hint of teeth to the stimulation, teasing and pleasuring him relentlessly. 

Vox, watching the scene unfold, let out an impressed quiet whistle, his eyes fixed on the spectacle before him.

"Oh fuck , the sounds you make, Alastor ... It's even better than I could have imagined... Fuck. You're so noisy. Keep going, let me hear more of you."

Alastor trembled under the double assault of Lucifer's skilled mouth and Vox's smooth voice. The sound of his own cries filled the room, each one a testament to the suddenly increasing immense pleasure swirling within him, something he experienced so rarley that he still wasn't able to deal with it.

Alastor's body shuddered as he moaned, a growing feeling of pressure coursing through him, overwhelming any lingering inhibitions.

The words escaped him in a gasped cry: 

"Oh ...oh heavens... I...I'm coming...I'm coming!" 

Vox immediately sat up, straightening in full attention and was completely entranced by the sight before him, watching as Alastor arched his back in bliss and trembled with the intensity of his climax, Lucifer taking him in deep, gagging slightly first and then swallowing his release.

The Media demon couldn't help but marvel at the display, the sensations rushing through him as he observed the intimate act between Lucifer and Alastor.

It was a sight that definitely would be imprinted upon his memory for days to come, a visual feast that he couldn't look away from. 

With Alastor still trembling in the aftermath of his release, Lucifer turned to Vox.

"Want a taste of him?" 

There was a moment of astonishment before a slow, sly smile spread across Vox's face.

"Oh holy fuck .... i would love to."

As Vox's response left his lips, excitement and anticipation coursed through him. He longed to taste the deerdemon in the same way Lucifer had done moments before.

Lucifer, sensing his desire, chuckled.

"Come here then," he purred, gesturing for Vox to approach.

Vox shifted closer to the pair, his gaze fixed on Alastor's still trembling form.

He could see the sweat glistening on the deerdemons skin, the flush on his cheeks, and the way his chest rose and fell with each heavy breath.

It was a sight that sent a shiver down his spine.

As Lucifer pulled him close into a kiss, Vox savoured the unique taste that now danced upon his tongue. It was an intoxicating mixture, bittersweet with a distinct undertone that he could only assume was a hint of the deerdemon's cannibalistic diet.

The kiss deepened, and as their tongues explored each other's mouths, Vox found his senses reeling with the complex flavor.

Finally breaking the kiss, he let out a soft gasp, his voice tinged with surprise.

"Damn... he tastes amazing..."

Lucifer smiled and pulled the other man into another kiss.

Despite the state of exhaustion that still overcame him, Alastor couldn't help but grumble in protest as he watched Lucifer and Vox locked in the passionate act. 

Trying to maintain some sense of modesty, the deerdemon instinctively pressed his legs together, attempting to cover himself and as he began to process the whirlwind of events that unfolded in the past hour, a sense of unease washed over him.

From the chaotic rage of his killing rampage to the unexpected moment of losing control in a completely new way ... It was all happening in the presence of Vox, who had witnessed everything.

Alastor's weak and cracking voice cut through the intimate moment that Lucifer and Vox were sharing.

"Stop... Stop it," Alastor mumbled, the words barely audible. .

They broke apart, their gazes turning towards him, confronted with the look of confusion and hurt that laced his face.

Lucifer's hand reached out towards Alastor, a gesture of reassurance, but the deerdemon's sharp response halted his actions.

"Don't..." Alastor hissed.

The devil's expression softened, his hand falling back to his side. He understood the hurt and hesitation in Alastor's voice, the vulnerability laid bare in that simple word.

Vox was quiet, his gaze shifting between the two, watching the tension unfold as the atmosphere in the room shifted, becoming thick with a mix of emotions.

Lucifer, realizing the fragility of the moment, gave his partner the space he seemed to need. 

Alastor, still uneasy in the presence of the two, pointed at both, obviously with discomfort.

"I don't like this..." he muttered.

Lucifer's expression softened at Alastor's unease in the current situation and with a single snap of his fingers, he magically dressed the deerdemon, providing him with a layer of comfort amidst the tense atmosphere, earning a grunt of approval from his partner.

"I'm sorry, love. We definitely need to talk about...all of this..." Lucifer sighed.

Alastor's voice trembled slightly as he blurted out his deepest fears.

"So... I'm not enough for you anymore... Is that it?'

Lucifer's heart ached at the insecurity in his partner's voice. .

"Oh, no, sweetheart ... it's not like that at all," he said, his voice soft yet firm. "You are enough, you have always been enough. It's just..."

Lucifer struggled to find the right words, searching for a way to express the complexities of his feelings. The last thing he wanted was to further hurt Alastor's already wounded heart.

"It's not about you not being enough... It's...complicated, my love."

"Complicated? How?" 

Lucifer sighed, his shoulders slumping as he ran a hand through his hair. The weight of the situation bore down on him, and he knew he owed Alastor honesty, even if it may hurt.

"I...I have desires, needs," he admitted, "Desires that I guess you...you can't fulfill completely."

Alastor's eyes widened as he processed Lucifer's words, another pang of hurt and confusion flickering across his face.

"Desires...that I can't fulfill?" he repeated. "But...I'm your partner. Your partner for a century by now! Shouldn't I be able to be enough for you?"

Lucifer's heart ached at the pain in Alastor's voice, and he hated himself for inflicting it.

"You are enough," he reiterated, leaning closer "But...desires are complicated. Sometimes they don't align perfectly. It doesn't mean you're lacking, love. It's just..."

Alastor's face twisted into a mix of confusion and frustration, struggling to make sense of the situation.

"Just... what?" he asked, his voice quivering. "If I'm enough, why...why do you have needs that I can't fulfill? Doesn't it mean I'm inadequate?"

Lucifer's heart clenched at the word. He hated the implication, knowing it was far from the truth.

"No, no, no," he quickly refuted, reaching out to take Alastor's hands in his. "It's not like that. It's...it's hard to explain, love. It's not a reflection of your worth, I assure you."

Alastor's hands trembled in Lucifer's grasp, the weight of his insecurity still hanging heavy.

"Then...what is it?" he pressed "If it's not about my worth, then what is it? Why do you need something else, something I can't give you?" 

It struck Alastor like a knife to the heart. The realization that he couldn't provide Lucifer with what he needed stung deeply.

"I do enjoy being with you, Lucifer, touching you... even fulfilling physical needs like intercourse," he confessed. " But...it surely is different for me. It mostly feels like a task, an obligation. I don't find the same interest and satisfaction in it that you do, and I dislike losing control... I can enjoy intimacy with you but at the same time it's just ... Overwhelming. Somehow uncomfortable. Sometimes even ashaming.

This difference... is the heart of the issue. Isn't it? 

The way I feel about those encounters ...the desire and devotion I can't always give you, only in rare moments ...I...I'm not enough, am I? I can't fulfill your physical needs."

Alastor's honesty was raw, his words betraying his internal struggle, a vulnerability he rarely showed.

Lucifer tenderly brushed through his husband's red locks.

"It's a difference that's difficult to bridge," he admitted, his voice gentle. "Our perspectives, our experiences – they're simply really, really different. And that difference has created a gap, I guess ... and it's led me to consider things,..."

He sighed.

"Listen, love ... Vox is... the closest to us in some ways. You two have a history, and I thought maybe... maybe we could explore things, together."

Lucifer cupped the deerdemon's cheeks as he spoke.

"And ... wasn't it damn hot, with him watching? You don't usually get that excited so fast... you know that."

Alastor blushed immediately. He couldn't deny the truth in Lucifer's words.

"You have a point," he admitted, his voice quiet. "Vox and I have a...history. And yes, I can't deny that there was a certain... intensity in letting him watch."

He hesitated for a moment, his gaze shifting between the two men.

"But those feelings for him had been troubling me long ago and they were'nt ...It's so different, with you," he continued. "You know that, don't you?"

Lucifer softened at the sincerity in Alastor's tone, his expression turning solemn.

"Of course I do," he replied, his voice a quiet admission. "You and I, we share a deep connection, a different kind of intimacy. But..." 

Alastor turned away.

"There's still a part of you that I can't reach, isn't it? Something I can't fully... satisfy."

Lucifer's brows furrowed.

"Maybe? Somehow? Alastor ... Can't we just try? Try out how it would be? To let someone else in ... at least into our bed?"

The suggestion hung in the air.

Alastor's gaze flickered between Lucifer and Vox, his thoughts a tumultuous storm.

"Let someone ... into our bed," Alastor repeated, his voice tinged with reservation.

The idea was foreign to him, daunting even. It challenged the boundaries of their intimate sanctuary, raising questions about trust, vulnerability and the complexities of their relationship. 

Lucifer waited cautiously for Alastor's response.

Vox had been quiet for the whole conversation but now suddenly mumbled : "Um ,... I would definitley like that." 

"Of course you would," Alastor muttered under his breath, his tone laced with sarcasm.

He turned his gaze back to Lucifer, the weight of the situation growing heavier on his shoulders.

Lucifer's gaze remained fixed on Alastor, searching for a hint, a sign of agreement.

"So ..." he began, his voice carefully measured. "What do you think, love? Do you... want to try it?"

Alastor's agreement was reluctant, his voice laced with a hint of resignation.

"Fine," he grumbled.

As Vox made a sound of excitement, about to speak, Alastor interjected, his tone sharp.

"But we won't go too far," he stated, his words aimed at the Media demon. "No touching of ... those areas. Understood? Not mine, nor Lucifers."

Alastor took note of Vox's nod, albeit tinged with disappointment.

"At least you understand the boundaries," Alastor muttered. "We'll give this a try...but let's set one more rule. No... emotional attachment.

We do this for the experience, nothing more. No feelings involved, no emotions getting tangled. It's just a physical thing. No strings attached. You always shall remember that Lucifer is mine and that I give a shit about you, Vox."

Vox chuckled.

"Charming as usual, Alastor. Always the deal-maker. Digging into every detail before agreeing to anything."

Alastor snarled.

"Allright, allright. I accept. But we won't shake on it. No official deals with you , asshole." 

"Fine! Isn't that a good way to start the day! So..." Lucifer interrupted, acting cheerfully to dissolve the tension. "Well I guess my lovely husband and me should leave for ... Breakfast." 

Actually Lucifer's thoughts lingered on the mess Alastor had left in the hotel, his mind already formulating a plan for cleanup.

"Indeed, we shall leave," Alastor muttered, his smile in place, acting as if he hadn't been in the most vulnerable state just minutes ago. 

As he turned towards the portal Lucifer had created, he gave one final glance towards Vox, his smile turning into a sneer.

"Enjoy the cleanup, old friend," he quipped.

Without further ado, he slipped through the portal, followed by Lucifer, who gave Vox an excusing smile.

As the pair had left and the barriere Alastor had set finally broke, the door burst open and Velvette and Valentino stood frozen in the doorway, their jaws dropping at the scene that greeted them.

The broken window, the scattered debris, and the sight of Vox sitting on his bed, his eyes wide.

Vox let out a breath he had been holding the whole time.

"Fuck. My. Life. You won't believe me what just had happened ..." 

Notes:

A little Sketch of the BJ Scene :

https://bsky.app/profile/jonis06.bsky.social/post/3lvqqwzxz4s2s

Chapter 5: Hot and cold

Notes:

This was funny to write . I guess it's quite smutty , too.

Husk watched in disbelieve.

Surely he must be hallucinating.

Just moments ago, the king and the Media demon had entered the hotel bar together, laughing and patting each others backs.

Now, it seemed like an absurd scene with the duo enjoying their second drink.

"What the hell's going on here?" Husk muttered to himself, wondering if someone had spiked his cheap booze.

Was he losing his mind, or was this really unfolding before his eyes?

The bartender's thoughts raced through his mind, disbelief growing with every passing moment.

Lucifer's newfound friendship with Vox seemed like a recipe for disaster!

After all, Vox was Alastor's rival, and this unexpected alliance could only add fuel to the fire.

If Alastor found out about this unlikely friendship, it would likely ignite a storm of anger and chaos, potentially destroying more than a few rooms in the hotel.

To Husk it was a clear sign that the King's and the Radio demon's already strained marriage may have hit rock bottom by now.

Lucifer leaned in closer to Vox, their proximity intimate and inviting.

The sight made Husk feeling uneasy, his mind racing with thoughts of Alastor bursting in and witnessing the scene.

The feline demon shuddered involuntarily, not wanting to be caught in the middle of such a mess.

He discreetly took a step back, making himself as inconspicuous as possible, only to gulp a moment later as  a flash of crimson appeared from the shadows. 

"Oh fuck..." he muttered under his breath, a sense of dread growing within him.

Alastor had arrived unannounced, and Husk knew the situation was about to take a drastic turn.

Alastor's eyes flicked between Lucifer and Vox, his signature smile plastered on his face but a subtle tension evident in his expression. His gaze lingered on Vox, a low, threatening growl rumbling in his throat.

"Vox..." Alastor began, his voice laced with a venomous tone.

Clearly, he didn't appreciate the cozy scene before him.

Husk held his breath at the tense atmosphere but his eyes widened in surprise at Alastor's next words, tone dripping with sarcasm as he addressed the Media demon.

"Welcome then, squarehead, I see you've made yourself comfortable with my dearest already. May I join you for a drink, or are you already too ... pent up?"

Husk watched with a lump in his throat, dreading the inevitable confrontation.

He knew how possessive Alastor could be when it came to Lucifer, and the scene before him was akin to a ticking time bomb.

Vox's eyes flicked between Lucifer and Alastor, a mix of amusement and nonchalance in his gaze.

He then chuckled, his tone almost teasing.

"Sure, why not? Grab a seat and join the party, Alastor ."

"Lovely . Husker, my usual, if you don't mind."

Alastor's sarcastic words cut through the tense atmosphere, leaving the baffled bartender to jump into action.

The feline demon hurriedly poured a drink for Alastor, his hands moving with a slight tremble.

"Right away, boss," he grumbled, trying to shake off the unease. 

Vox chuckled, finding amusement in Husk's discomfort.

"Ah, Husk, old pal," he teased, "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Well, we're all dead down here, so you can't blame him," Alastor snarled.

Vox chuckled in agreement, finding humor in the morbid observation.

Meanwhile, Lucifer turned to Alastor, inquiring about his daily business.

"How was your meeting with Rosie? Any news from Cannibal Town?"

Alastor took a sip of his drink.

"It was... productive," he replied, his tone guarded. "But nothing worth making a fuss over."

The following mix of calm conversation between Alastor and Lucifer, coupled with Vox's presence, left Husk confused and  as the unlikely trio stood up from their seats, heading towards the stairs that led upstairs,  the bartender was left puzzled. 

He shook his head, struggling to make sense of the situation unfolding before him.

"What the hell is happening...?" he muttered, taking a sip from his own bottle to wash the feeling of unease down.

"Oh, fuck it, not my problem," he mumbled to himself, shaking his head in mild disbelief. "Better stay out of their business. As long as Alastor doesn't start throwing a fit... "

Husk let out a weary sigh, a faint smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew all too well that in hell, surprises were a common occurrence. 

 

 

 

 

Because Alastor had insisted on not sharing their encounters in Lucifer's and his personal space, the King of hell had decided to create a new room at the top floor, just for the three of them, a room  noone else could enter.

Alastor followed Lucifer and Vox into the newly created chamber, his eyes widening as he took in the sight.

The room was clearly designed for intimate activities, and it made Alastor raise an eyebrow.

"Well... this is quite... obvious," he remarked, his va hint of dry humor in his voice.

Vox chuckled, clearly amused.

"Subtle, Lucifer, real subtle."

Alastor ran a hand through his hair, a wry smile playing on his lips.

"It's certainly not lacking in... um, equipment," he added, his gaze shifting around the room.

"Val would be jealous of your collection, majesty! Looks like you've really thought of everything." Vox let out a loud chuckle, eyeing the organized collection of toys and lube with a raised eyebrow. "Quite the setup you've got here."

Lucifer smirked at the comment, pride shining through his eyes.

"What can I say? I'm a man who likes to be prepared," he replied, a cheeky grin on his face.

Alastor crossed his arms, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"And just what kind of activities are we supposed to be engaging in here, darling?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Why would you need all of this foolish stuff for simple intercourse..."

Vox stifled a laugh, his gaze flickering between Alastor and Lucifer.

"Yes, do tell, honeybun."

"Mind your language, Vox," Alastor growled, a hint of irritation in his voice.

As the Radio demon turned his attention to Lucifer, his eyes narrowed.

"And you... Now tell me... What exactly is the reason for all this? We've never needed these 'things' before," he questioned, his arms crossed defensively.

Lucifer merely shrugged.

"Sometimes, it's just time to... try something new."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, his suspicion and unease evident. "And you think... these... things are necessary for that?"

"You know ... I thought about spicing  things up a bit. We've been married for quite some time now, and I thought it could be... interesting to introduce some toys into the bedroom..."

Alastor's eyes flicked toward Vox, 

"And all while being watched by our dear flat screened moron here? How charming," Alastor quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Vox chuckled, not at all bothered by Alastor's derision.

"Hey, don't mind me. I'll just be silently judging you guys from here."

Lucifer's voice held a hint of persuasion, his eyes fixed on Alastor.

"Love," he murmured  playful. "Remember the last time? You hadn't gotten hard that quickly in ages... and you still managed to finish, even with an audience."

Alastor's blush deepened as he tried to voice his reservations, but Lucifer silenced him with a gentle kiss.

The deerdemon felt himself being led towards the bed, the silk and satin sheets soft and inviting.

Alastor's thoughts whirled with uncertainty, his doubts swirling in his mind.

"But... I'm not sure..." he murmured, his voice hesitant, but his body responding already.

"Go on," Vox chimed. "Undress him. He is so hot when he's being all shy like that."

Lucifer's gaze flicked towards Vox for a moment, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Without a word, Lucifer took the cue, his fingers  unfastening the buttons of Alastor's shirt, each one undone with tantalizing slowness.

Alastor's breath hitched in his throat as the cool air of the room ghosted over his skin, the fabric parting to reveal his bare chest. 

Vox's eyes gleamed with anticipation as he watched the scene unfold, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

"Oh damn.. Tell me how it feels like, touching him...."

Lucifer's fingers trailed lightly over Alastor's exposed chest, the touch featherlight.

"Mmm," Lucifer murmured, his voice tinged with desire. "He feels smooth... so soft and warm. Fluffy, and ... His heart is racing."

Vox's hand slipped casually down to the front of his own pants, palming himself with growing excitement.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from Lucifer as he skillfully unbuckled the belt of Alastor's trousers.

"Oh fuck," Vox breathed, his voice filled with anticipation. "This is getting good again."

He watched intently, his excitement palpable, as Lucifer's thumb hooked into the waistband of Alastor's underwear.

"That's it, keep going," he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal.

Alastor's words came out in a breathy moan, his voice tinged with a hint of surprise.

"Damn it... I didn't mean to enjoy that already," he muttered, trying to mask his growing arousal.

Vox chuckled, relishing the sight before him. "Oh, but you do, don't you?" he teased, his hand still caressing himself through his trousers.

Lucifer's eyes darkened with desire upon seeing his partners already half-hard member as he slowly pushed down the deerdemon's pants, a low growl rumbling from his throat.

He chuckled, the sound low and sultry. "Oh ...oh Look at that ... It seems like your body enjoys it once again, love... oh... It certainly does."

His hand snaked down and wrapped around Alastor's length, giving it a slow, languid stroke.

Alastor gasped, his head falling back against the headboard of the bed.

"Mmmh..."

Lucifer's gaze remained fixed on Alastor, a knowing gleam in his eyes as he observed the uncharacteristic response.

"You're rarley this responsive," he murmured, his voice a mix of disbelief and fascination. "Looks like I've finally found a crack in your composure and a way of stimulation that is doing something for you, too."

Alastor moaned again.

"... happens to happen... Just.. just this once..."

His words turned into a gasp as Lucifer's firm stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through his body.

The sensation was heightened further as the devil's other hand slid between his cheeks and He couldn't help the sudden arch of his back in response.

Lucifer leaned in, his breath, tinged with a hint of heat, ghosting over the tip of Alastor's rapidly hardening cock.

The sensation was a mixture of painful pleasure, sending a shiver through the deerdemon's body.

The latter cursed under his breath, his voice a low growl.

" Lucifer," he managed to get out, "What ..."

Letting out an exhale, a small flame flickering between his lips, the devil directed it over the sensitive skin of Alastor's length.

The warmth was tantalizing, teasing the sensitive flesh but never burning, just adding a touch of heat to the already intense sensations.

Alastor gasped, his body arching into the feeling again.

"Oh, ... Oh my word," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Vox, watching the scene unfolding before him, gripped harder at his own erection, still covered by the fabric of his trousers. 

"Looks like you don't just use that little flame trick to light cigarettes after all," he remarked, the glint in his eyes full of amusement. "You have a few other... talents, don't you, your majesty?"

Lucifer chuckled , blowing a flame kiss in the direction of the Media demon.

Alastor snorted.

"You ...idiots ...."

Lucifer quickly silenced him by pressing a slick finger inside of him, effectively cutting off any further words.

Alastor gasped, his eyes widening  as he was taken by surprise by the Intrusion.

Vox chuckled with amusement.

"Looks like he's got you speechless, lover boy," he teased, clearly enjoying himself. "Oh fuck I want to take my dick out so badly ..."

As Vox voiced his desire to remove his pants, Alastor quickly shot him a warning glare.

"Don't you dare," he growled, his voice laced with menace. "You Stay clothed, you hear?"

Vox chuckled, clearly unfazed by the threat.

He responded with a sly smile.

"Oh come on, don't be such a spoilsport. It'll be more fun."

"Love, let him take care of himself," Lucifer  coaxed, his voice soothing. "You agreed to try new things, remember?"

Alastor, torn between his initial reluctance and the desire to follow through, grumbled in response.

"Indeed ... That is what I did..." 

Vox chuckled, clearly satisfied.

"See? He knows I'm right."

He swiftly unbuttoned his pants, releasing himself from their confines with a sigh of relief.

Lucifer watched the scene intently,  curiosity in his gaze.

Alastor, on the other hand, averted to look, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over him, his cheeks tinged with a faint blush.

Vox began to stroke himself, his voice filled with both, mockery and satisfaction.

"Oh, mmmh, Bambi... You're so shy... That's kinda hot, you know..."

Alastor, flustered by the comment, huffed but still averted his gaze. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he found himself struggling to find words, which was rather untypical for him and made Vox think he not only looked hot but even kind of ... cute.

"Stop calling me Bambi... and shut up."

"But ..."

"Both of you, stop that, we are here for fun."

Lucifer's voice cut through the bickering, calling for order.

He then turned his attention toward Vox, a giggle escaping his lips as he observed the unique appearance of the Media demon's manhood.

"Hah, it looks like it's glowing," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his tone. "I could find you anywhere in the dark with that thing."

 "Oh, very funny, your majesty" Vox replied with a touch of sarcasm. "But trust me, I really could enlighten you from the inside."

Alastor, still attempting to regain his composure, interjected with a grumble.

"Never going to happen ! Remember the terms we agreed on. Lucifer is mine to touch." 

He looked at the fallen angel in posessiveness.

"And can we just focus on something... that doesn't involve those squarehead's... unique feature? Better keep your attention on me, darling." 

Those words, tinged with a hint of annoyance, pulled Lucifer's focus back to the man before him, realizing  that the deerdemon's arousal had subsided slightly, his own fingers still lingering inside the man's warm body, motionless.

"Of course, love," he agreed,  voice dripping with desire. "I'm concentrating on you..."

The devil's respond was a  firm stroke, and Alastor hummed in approvement, his dick stirring back to attention immediately.

With a focused intensity, Lucifer continued what he had started,  his fiery breath ghosting over Alastor's sensitive length, bringing him to the brink of sensory overload, leaving his partner teetering on the precipice of pleasure and pain.

Alastor gasped, his body quivering.

"Oh, God," he whimpered, his voice trembling.

"Oh, Satan ." Vox huffed , watching as precum leaked from the deerdemon's tip.

Lucifer chuckled . 

"Now, now, no need to involve the big man upstairs, love... I'd say we leave my dad out of this particular endeavor."

Alastor let out a snort in response to Lucifer's remark, but his words were quickly cut off as a new wave of sensations washed over him. 

"Shut up, dear," he gasped. "But ... don't stop... "

Lucifer couldn't help but giggle as he followed Alastor's command, delivering a fresh burst of heat against the already hypersensitive skin , while he continued pumping his fingers in and out of the tight opening. 

Vox couldn't resist moving closer for a better view.

"Oh ....oh damn," he muttered, his voice thick with arousal. "He looks tight, really tight."

The usually reserved deerdemon now started to be shamelessly vocal in his pleasure and the  sight of him caught in the grips of pleasure was captivating to both, Lucifer and Vox, as the devil observed Alastor's lack of protest being watched by the Media demon so closely.

"Oh... Usually I rarley see him like that ...it seems like he acts quite different under the right circumstances," he breathed in fascination, as his partner's inner walls clenched around his fingers with evry pump of them.

Vox, gazing in awe and lazyly stroking himself, suddenly struck by a curious idea, chimed in with a suggestion.

"Ever tried anything other than fire... something with a different temperature?"

Lucifer pondered Vox's words, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

"You mean like ... Using ice instead of fire?" he repeated, his interest piqued.

Vox scanned the room, his gaze settling on a specific item - a shiny, transparent glass dildo with a spirale texture in blue that resembled waves in sunlight. He took a moment to admire the object with a sly smile, the pretty shape and gentle curve catching his intrest, before his eyes flicked back to Lucifer.

 "Ever cooled something like that down and... well, explored him with it? He isn't as frigid as I thought... "

Lucifer's and Vox's laughter filled the air as the bad joke somehow still hit the mark, drawing a frustrated growl from Alastor, who was growing increasingly impatient. 

"I told you not to stop moving!" he barked, his voice laced with a hint of irritation.

Lucifer, a teasing smirk on his lips, responded with feigned innocence.

"But you're so... overheated ... A little cooldown might be good for you, my love."

"You both are insufferable!" 

Alastors eyes started turning black and his antlers gave a warning cracking sound as they grew a few Inches.

But his partner was unimpressed, still smirking, finding a mischievous joy in the situation, retreating his fingers in a deliberate taunt.

"But you're just so fun to tease." 

Lucifer then swiftly moved to fetch the glass dildo, quickly cooling it down using a touch of magic. With a skilled hand, he coated the object in a generous amount of lube, ensuring it would move smoothly and not cause any discomfort or stick to the sensitive skin.

Meanwhile, Alastor let out a faint whine at the loss of contact between them.

However, Lucifer quickly returned, the cooled toy in his hand, well-prepared and ready to continue, commanding :

"Take a deep breath now , love ..."

Alastor obeyed Lucifer's direction and inhaled deeply, his body tense with anticipation.

As the toy was swiftly inserted, he let out a cry, the surprise evident in his reaction.

Vox's voice chimed in, moaning loudly at the sight.

"Oh damn.. that looks incredible."

Alastor gasped and groaned as the toy filled him, the unfamiliar sensation of the cool object sending waves of pleasure mixed with an unfamiliar hint of pain coursing through his body.

"Lu...cifer ... Thats ... Ah!"

Those stammered words escaped him, replaced by a string of incoherent gasps and moans, his leaking dick throbbing with increasing need.

Vox couldn't help but increase the pace of his own strokes while watching the scene playing out before him, his gaze fixed on Alastor's face.

"Oh fuck... he looks so needy!"

As Lucifer suddenly guided Vox's free hand to the handle of the glass toy, Vox gasped in astonishment, realizing what he had been given control of.

The devil's whispered response to his questioning look was clear: "We agreed not to touch directly. You're just helping here, understand?"

The implication was clear, and the challenge was set.

With a mixture of surprise and excitement, Vox tightened his fingers around the handle, his touch tentative but eager.

Lucifer's hand then joined Vox's on the toy, carefully guiding their shared grip. 

At the same time, the devil fumbled with his own pants, opening them to free himself. In an instant, his hand wrapped around his own neglected hardness and sighed in relief.

Their moans filled the room, the sounds blending together in a chaotic harmony, joined by the slapping of skin, the wet sounds of movement mingled with gasps and groans.

Each touch and caress, each movement fueled the passion between them, the boundaries of their shared experience stretched to new limits, pushing them to the brink of something they couldn't define. 

Lucifer broke first, the climax washing over him, letting him spill over his hand but just as he reached the peak, Vox followed suit, finding release with soft whimpers while marking the deerdemon's thighs with thick strands of his cum.

Lucifer's coated hand wrapped around Alastor's aching cock, giving him the attention he so desperately needed, while Vox continued to drive the thick, glistening toy into his eager hole, his own eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

Just a few seconds was all it took, the deerdemon's body shaking as he finally reached his own climax, his cry of release echoing through the room and Vox swore he could feel the Radio demon's static prickling on his screen.  

Exhaustion and satisfaction filled the air as they all laid on the bed, their breaths still heavy. 

After a while, Alastor slowly came to realize the meaning of the fluids spread across his body and that Vox had touched him in an indirect way.

With a growl of irritation, he called out:

"You bastard! Can't even follow the rules, can you?"

Vox, a sly smile playing on his face, simply replied in a nonchalant tone.

"What's the problem, Bambi? I didn't break the rules. Also , our king invited me to do so."

"Yup, I let him help," Lucifer  replied with a shrug.

But Alastor's annoyance was clear, his tired body still reeling from the intense encounter.

With a huff, he grabbed a nearby blanket, wrapping it around himself.

"You two will pay for that," he muttered sounding exhausted. Without another word, he turned his back on them, signaling his desire for solitude.

Lucifer and Vox chuckled quietly to themselves, amused by Alastor's demeanor.

"Is he always this grumpy after coming?" Vox asked silently.

Lucifer whispered, surpressing the giggles.

"The more grumpy he is, the better the experience must have been."

Alastor, his back still turned to them, allowed himself a sly smile while still dealing with the aftermath of their shared encounter, as he silently plotted his revenge.

"Let's see who laughs next time," he mused to himself, a devilish gleam in his eyes.

 

 

 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 3 of The devil and the deerdemon ( AU Series, Shorts )