A Challenge Worth Losing

by MixkaRules18

Summary:

Alastor has been having rather odd dreams lately.

Normally, he saw memories from his past life or recent kills while he slept. But now? Now they’re filled with shadowy touches.

Who could be the culprit?

Or

A shameless excuse for Somno dubcon

Notes:

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Warnings for Extreme DubCon and Somnophilia

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Not many knew that Alastor was a light sleeper.

 

It was a little fact that he liked to keep to himself. After all, it would be far from advantageous if he allowed someone to learn that piece of information about him. Over the years, too many brave, or foolish, souls had tried to kill him in the dead of night. If they were to learn that about him, then he’d no longer be able to keep the element of surprise on his side.

 

Nor would he be able to enjoy seeing the look of terror on their faces when he awoke with a grin.

 

In his opinion, the technique itself was flawless. His body was trained that if the blankets that often pooled around his waist shifted in his sleep, he’d at the very least snap his head up. While his bleary eyes would briefly scan his room to check for any signs of danger before drifting back off peacefully.

 

The only exception to his body’s training was his shadow. While the creature typically left him alone while he slept, it sometimes had a habit of dancing around him. He never could quite understand why it would hover over him, or at least, that was what it told him that it did. Nevertheless, he wasn’t aware of those instances. So there had to be something about his little ‘friend’ that must’ve kept his body calm.

 

Regardless, he made sure that his secret never got out to anyone. Not to Rosie, Charlie, or Husker. Hell, not even Mimzy knew about his little quirk. It was something he kept near and dear to his cold, dead heart.

 

Which, as he would find out, had some disadvantages when it came to a King of Hell.

 

It wasn’t long after Lucifer moved to the hotel that their rivalry picked up right where it left off. With the two of them exchanging quips and insults that often left one of them clearly frustrated.

 

Although, more often than not, Alastor found himself winning their little ‘battles’. Which in turn left Lucifer stammering and muttering under his breath that he would teach Alastor a lesson someday.

 

However, he would soon learn that the King had a funny idea of what a lesson constituted as…

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

The day started like any other day. Alastor had awoken bright and early, humming a tune to himself while he dined on fresh venison in his room. Once he finished his meal, he got dressed while listening to the sounds of the bayou. Its peaceful melody served as a sort of balm to his tainted soul, putting a bit of pep in his step before he slithered into the shadows to head to the hotel’s lobby.

 

“Let’s see, I believe Charlie asked me if I could help Niffty clean up the cobwebs today…” Alastor mused to himself as he manifested into the room. He took a few steps forward, eyes scanning the baseboards to check for any dirt or debris. “She can likely handle all of those, but perhaps there are a few hiding in the parlor somewhere...”

 

Trailing off, Alastor turned in the direction of the aforementioned place, continuing to hum softly under his breath until he reached the threshold.

 

Which was where he spotted a rather interesting sight.

 

Sitting on one of the couches in the area was none other than Lucifer himself. At first glance, the King seemed to be doing nothing outside of just sitting there while contemplating something. But on closer inspection, Alastor noticed Lucifer’s expression was different than usual. Instead of the forced cheeriness that he was used to seeing, Lucifer looked verklempt. Like he didn’t know what to do with himself in any regard.

 

‘Oh? What could have him in such a mood?’

 

Unable to resist such a tempting opportunity, Alastor wasted no time in sauntering over to Lucifer. Fortunately, the King seemed to be too lost in thought to notice his approach. Which was only confirmed by the short yelp he gave when Alastor sat down next to him, purposefully slamming his cane down on the ground with a laugh.

 

“Well hello there, Sire! I must say, you look an absolute mess!”

 

He peered down at Lucifer, watching as golden eyes immediately narrowed into slits. The glare Lucifer gave was nothing short of venomous, which in normal circumstances would likely spark fear into a mortal soul and cause them to flee.

 

However, Alastor wasn’t just any soul, now was he?

 

“Oh now don’t look at me like that! I saw you sitting here like a petulant child and thought I would come say hello!” Flashing a grin, Alastor threw his arm over Lucifer’s shoulder, pulling him in a little too close for comfort. “Now then, what could have made your fuse so short today?”

 

A cackle escaped him before he could even stop it. His shoulders shook with laughter, causing Lucifer to bounce against him with each howl.

 

The moment was short, though. Only a few seconds before Lucifer snarled, shoving Alastor away as he stood up in a huff.

 

“Come on now, Sire! Cut me some slack,” Gasping for breath, Alastor slapped his knee, snickering as amused tears began to line his eyes. “It’s just so hard to glean what’s going through that mind of yours! I’m simply trying to help, whether that means grabbing something for you off a high shelf or—.”

 

“That’s enough!”

 

Lucifer’s voice came out loud enough to make the walls and various bookcases shake. Alastor felt his ears instinctively flatten against his head at the sudden change. Only for them to perk up again once he saw that Lucifer was positively seething.

 

‘Oh this is far too easy.’

 

“Now no need for dramatics, Your Majesty.” Rolling his eyes dramatically, Alastor waved a flippant hand at Lucifer, smirking when he noticed that a vein had popped on the King’s temple. “It’s not my fault you are vertically disadvantaged. In fact, that would be something to blame your dear creator for, correct?”

 

There was a beat. A long, drawn-out one where all Lucifer did was grind his teeth in pure fury. Fire all but danced in those now flickering eyes, shifting from their normal brilliant gold to a deep crimson. All the while the peaks of Lucifer’s horns began to creep out from his temples.

 

“Touch a nerve there, did I? I forgot, daddy issues seem to run in your family don’t they?”

 

“Now that’s enough!”

 

Alastor just barely managed to slip into the shadows in time to avoid the fist that was swung at his head. He plastered his body against the nearest wall, laughing as Lucifer’s entire body shook with barely contained rage.

 

God.

 

This was almost too entertaining.

 

“Touched a nerve there, didn’t I?” Alastor clicked his tongue as he stepped out of the shadows, waltzing up behind Lucifer before clasping those narrow shoulders. “So tense, Sire. You’d be much more relaxed if you just learned to calm down.”

 

Lucifer whirled around in an instant, swinging at Alastor once more. He snarled when his fists met nothing but thin air, rage practically pouring off him as his eyes darted around the room.

 

“You little fucker!” Venom laced Lucifer’s words as he spun around, unable to see that Alastor had pressed himself against a bookcase. “What do I have to do to make you fucking fuck!”

 

Oh?

 

Now that was a fascinating choice of words.

 

Static filled the air as Alastor tried to process what exactly Lucifer meant. If he had to guess, the King likely meant to tell him to shut the fuck up, but got his words confused. Which, according to Charlie, was a common occurrence whenever he was too emotional or enraged.

 

But right now? That little slip-up was ammunition for Alastor to use against him.

 

Stepping out of the shadows, Alastor snapped his fingers to get Lucifer’s attention. He smirked when wild, golden eyes landed on him, unable to stop a snicker from escaping him at Lucifer’s upset expression.

 

“Well, Sire, it would take an awful lot for that to happen on my own accord.” Lifting a hand up, Alastor inspected his nails, biting down on his lips briefly to restrain another laugh. “After all, I’ve had many offers in the past and I refused them all. So I would say that if you want that from me, you’ll have to take it.”

 

He glanced up in time to catch Lucifer’s reaction. A mixture of sheer annoyance and something that he couldn’t quite discern. But it didn’t matter to him at the moment.

 

After all, he had clearly won.

 

“And with that, I bid you adieu, Lucifer. Try to turn that frown upside down, won’t you?”

 

Without giving the King a chance to answer, Alastor slipped into the shadows one last time. He slithered away from the parlor, cackling loud enough that it was certain to echo along the hotel walls…

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

The night after their moment in the parlor, Alastor began to have strange dreams.

 

It started off small at first, with him dreaming of shadowy hands slithering up and down his body. Nimble fingers would ghost along his nipples, tweaking them slightly while his dream self shivered at the attention. Only for him to wake up and notice that his shirt had been pushed up his chest. Something that normally would’ve caused him to at least stir from his slumber and investigate who had been in his room.

 

However, after an hour or two of debating the issue, Alastor concluded that he was just having a rare sexual dream and it led him to tossing around in his sleep. It wouldn’t be entirely out of the realm of possibility, even though it came as a bit of a shock to him initially. But nevertheless, he could learn to live with that.

 

But he wasn’t prepared for it to continue.

 

For the next four nights, the dreams only ramped up in intensity. In one of them, he was stripped completely bare and touched all over before he woke up to find himself nude. Another one had him on his back with a shadowy appendage thrusting in and out of his mouth. And when he woke up from that one, he noticed that his throat was scratchier than usual.

 

Finally, it got to the point where Alastor was ready to declare himself mad. Not once in both his human life and afterlife had he ever experienced anything like this. Surely, there had to be a source to it all.

 

Which was when he decided to go out on a limb and ask his shadow if it had noticed anything.

 

While the creature couldn’t communicate verbally outside of hisses and tongue clicks, Alastor had learned to understand it over the years. He could read its body language with ease, knowing if it wasn’t telling him the truth based on how it swayed back and forth or twisted its ghostly fingers.

 

On the sixth morning, Alastor had decided to properly interrogate the apparition. It had been easy to get it cornered given that it was physically tied to him. But once he had it all but pinned down, he noticed that something was off with it. Like it was purposefully avoiding his gaze for one reason or another.

 

And he was ready to find out why.

 

“Care to explain to me what’s been going on while I sleep?” There was an edge in Alastor’s voice as Alastor spoke. Cold, calculating, the kind of tone he used to address some of his ‘associates’ whenever they had failed him in a deal, “After all, it’s your job to watch over me.”

 

It hissed softly in response, its tail coming up to wrap around his leg. Its green eyes peered up at him, something unknown shining in them that managed to send a chill down his spine.

 

Like it knew exactly what was going on with him.

 

“So, you don’t plan on telling me, hm?” Alastor leaned forward, getting almost nose to nose with it. “What out there could possibly make you refuse to answer me?”

 

Silence stretched between them for what felt like an eternity. With both of them simply sat on Alastor’s bed, staring down at each other with enough tension that one could cut through it with a knife.

 

But after a few long moments, the creature brought a hand up to cup Alastor’s cheek. A long, slender digit stroked his skin there while low chitters escaped the shadow as it looked him up and down.

 

Which was… odd to say the least.

 

For a second, Alastor wondered if he had misunderstood the being before him. It sounded like it was saying that it wanted to help him and that was why it couldn’t tell the truth.

 

‘Help? How in the Nine Circles do I need help?’

 

However, before the question could slip past his lips, Alastor found the shadow far too close to his face. A gasp escaped him as the creature leaned forward, colliding their lips together in what could only be described as a heated kiss.

 

While part of his mind immediately screamed that he needed to shove the apparition away and teach it a proper lesson in how to behave right, he didn’t. Instead, memories of his dreams came back to him in an instant, reminding him that in every single one of them, he had been left rather pent up.

 

But the thought barely went any further than that before he felt his shadow’s hand cup him between the legs. A barely there touch that immediately made him moan, hips bucking against the ghostly hand as he broke the kiss with a sharp cry.

 

“F-fuck! Is this what you get out of it? A chance to toy with your master?” Panting softly, Alastor couldn’t help but lean into his shadow’s touch, moaning softly as its thumb moved to rub his leaking cock head.

 

Which, fuck.

 

It was a split-second decision, but Alastor decided to throw caution to the wind as his shadow continued to stroke him, driving him closer to the proverbial edge with each stroke.

 

“Fine, I’ll let you have this, but know one thing.”

 

Reaching down, Alastor wrapped his hand around the creature's throat. He growled when it let out a pleasure-filled sound, half tempted to destroy it right then and there.

 

“You’re going to keep quiet about this, understand?” His hips jerked at the last word, causing a hiss to escape him as the shadow flicked out its green tongue. “If I don’t do this, I fear I may go insane. And since you can’t protect me in my sleep, maybe you can help me in another way…”

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

The rest of the day had come and gone as it usually did. With Alastor running around the hotel doing a variety of chores and tasks that were assigned to him. By the time it was all said and done, he had found himself exhausted. To the point where the moment his head hit the pillow, he entered a deep sleep instantly.

 

At first, his dreams were normal. Nothing more than flashes of blood and gore with occasional fond memories drifting through his consciousness. Faintly, in the back of his mind, he made a mental note that nothing was hovering over him or touching his skin, ensuring that he was safe for the time being.

 

But after time had passed, things began to shift for him. His dreams seemed to flicker before his eyes, warping the view of him sliding a knife into someone’s body while one question suddenly came to mind.

 

‘Why does my body feel so strange right now?’

 

The thought practically slammed into him as he stood up in the dream. His eyes shifted downwards, staring at the now dismembered body of some thug that was known to linger on the streets of New Orleans during his time on earth. He looked at his hands, watching as scarlet droplets of blood dripped down his fingertips and onto the concrete below.

 

“W-what’s the meaning of this?” He spoke softly, taking a step back from the corpse to run a hand through his hair. “Why is this happening… What could be causing me to feel this way…”

 

Trailing off, all Alastor could do was stand in place while a plethora of new sensations wracked his entire body. His knees began to tremble, knocking against one another while his heart rate increased. It pounded so loud that all he could hear was blood rushing through his ears.

 

Well, that, and...

 

“You think you’re better than me, don’t you, Bambi.”

 

Not once in the past week had he ever heard someone speak to him in his dreams. But now? He could clearly pick up the sinful words that caressed his ears. The voice itself was smoother than silk. Deep, commanding too. With each word causing gooseflesh to crop up on his arms in an instant as he stood there and shivered, unable to comprehend what was going on.

 

This… had to be some part of his dream. A cruel, wicked twist that it took, warping it into a nightmare. There was no other explanation for it. Hell, Alastor knew that he was asleep. His body did not indicate that it was alert in any way.

 

But he knew something was off.

 

And to make matters worse? He seemed to like it.

 

Or at least, that was the signal currently being delivered to his mind. On top of the scorching heat that he felt creep across his limbs, there were sparks of something he seldom felt.

 

Pleasure.

 

Pure, raw, adulterated pleasure.

 

It licked across every nerve ending as the seconds passed in the dream. Between his legs, Alastor felt his member stiff, growing to full hardness in just a moment or two before it began to leak. He bit down on his lips, suppressing a whine as he finally fell down to his knees.

 

“God, you’re so beautiful. A true work of art.” The disembodied voice from before was back, tickling Alastor’s ears as he curled in on himself. He gasped for breath while a bloodied hand flew down to his cock as it continued. “I’m going to enjoy this. Putting a tacky prick like you in his place.”

 

Before Alastor could properly process what was being said, the landscape around him began to change. No longer was he in the middle of an alley with a corpse next to him. Instead, he was on a bed, completely bare save for the blood that continued to stain his skin.

 

“There we go, you’re actually almost nice to look at like this.” The voice chuckled, surrounding Alastor like a blanket as a sudden weight appeared in his chest. “Now then, let’s see how well you sing for me.”

 

Alastor opened his mouth to try and respond, but his words were cut off as a shadowy hand came to wrap around his neck. He let out a garbled sound, thrashing slightly against the bed as more hands came out to dance along his skin.

 

But instead of finding himself repulsed by the touches, Alastor began to lean into them. Almost like his body was overriding his mind, wanting to chase more of the desirable sensation that was clouding his mind.

 

“So responsive too. Must be a virgin….” A dark chuckle filled the room, rattling the walls as the hands moved lower. One caressed his now weeping member while the other fondled his sack, pulling choked moans from him before he was rolled onto his side. “God, your ass looks tight enough to be a virgin’s let’s see if that’s true.”

 

“W-what—!”

 

A loud bout of static escaped Alastor as he suddenly found one of his arms wrenched behind him. The feeling of something cold and wet coated his fingers. Almost as if something had licked him to get them damp enough to push into his-

 

“Oh, fuck!”

 

All Alastor could do was scream as his fingers were forced inside his hole. They immediately spread themselves, stretching him wide enough that tears began to decorate the corners of his eyes.

 

“There we go, keep making those sounds for me.” The voice was closer now, tickling the skin on Alastor’s neck as his fingers began to work even faster. “You feel so good. So tight, need to loosen you up.”

 

Whatever response Alastor had planned was lost as the blinding pleasure began to take over his senses. He felt so full. Too full given that his fingers were rather thin. Almost like something else was inside of him instead.

 

“Jesus, fuck!” The thought was cut off as one of his fingers pressed against a spot inside of him. His prostate if he had to guess, causing his body to jerk almost violently as another wave of euphoria crashed down on him. He began to tremble, needy whines escaping him while his cock throbbed almost painfully between his thighs.

 

“God. You’re so submissive, aren’t you? And just from a few fingers too. It makes me want to give you a womb and breed it.”

 

All Alastor could do was hiccup softly as his hand continued to move on its own accord, fingers sinking down to the knuckle while claw tips prodded against his prostate. His body arched into the feeling, cock bouncing uselessly against his stomach while a strand of sticky precum smeared against his skin.

 

“P-please, what do you want from me?” Whimpering softly, Alastor managed to roll over onto his back, his legs spreading wide while the intense feeling of being stuffed to the brim flooded him. “Why are you doing this?”

 

Naturally, he didn’t receive a proper answer. Just a dark chuckle followed quickly by another intense torrent of pleasure. He sobbed, watching stars dance across his field of vision while the coil in his gut began to grow white hot.

 

“Why you ask?” Another borderline sadistic chuckle filled the air as Alastor increased the pace, tears finally breaking free as the voice continued, “Because you challenged me, little doe. And now, I’m going to breed you. Give you a brat to raise so you know how much of a pain you truly are!.”

 

Without even thinking of it, Alastor began to nod in agreement with the voice. He could feel his mind slipping away from him, lost in the whirlwind of emotions that were coursing through his veins. His palm was slapping against the meat of his ass now, causing wet, slick sounds to fill the air as he chased his high. Spurred on by each filthy word that was spoken into the air.

 

“I-I need to cum… Please…” He mentally kicked himself for begging in such a pathetic way. But it couldn’t be helped. Not when his body felt like it was on fire with each divine thrust from his hand. “Let me cum or I’ll—.”

 

“Easy, Bambi. You can, but,” Alastor could almost feel the smile in the voice as it became more suffocating. Reminding him of a piece of cling wrap sticking to whatever item it was placed over. “Don’t you dare hold back any noises from me.”

 

Alastor choked out a reply, unable to form the words as his body began to approach its limit. After only a few more thrusts, the coil inside of him finally snapped. A scream was torn from his throat as his vision went white, blinding him while a searing heat filled his entire being. Faintly, through all the sensations swirling within him, Alastor could feel his own cock paint his stomach white with spend. But the mess he was likely creating was the furthest thing from his mind.

 

No, all he could think at that moment was somehow, despite all of this, he was still dreaming.

 

“P-please, I can’t. No more…” He whispered softly as he came down from his high, body trembling as his fingers slipped from his abused entrance. “I’m supposed to be…”

 

He trailed off once more, eyes slowly slipping shut. A laugh boomed behind him, rattling his body as darkness began to fill his vision.

 

“Sleep for now, little doe. And don’t you ever forget this moment…”

 

0o0o0o0o0

 

Alastor slowly blinked his eyes open before sitting up in bed with a loud groan. Only to instantly wince as a bolt of pain shot up his spine.

 

“What in God’s name happened to me last night?” Alastor gasped softly, moving his hands to rub at his aching lower back. “Feels like I’ve been twisted up like a pretzel…”

 

Trailing off, he glanced over to the corner of the room where his shadow hovered. Its green eyes twinkled with interest in the early morning light before it rushed over to his side with a chitter.

 

“No, no. Believe it or not, I actually feel refreshed despite my back.” Planting his palms firmly against his lower back, Alastor bent backwards, moaning softly as several bones gave a loud crack. “But I had yet another interesting dream. More vivid than the last ones have been.”

 

A hiss answered him as he moved to get off the bed. He snorted as the creature began to swirl along his body, with wispy fingers dancing along his skin.

 

“Hm, so you’re wanting me to show you exactly what happened?” Humming softly, Alastor felt his eyes flutter shut as the gentle touch trailed lower, skimming the bush of curls right above his soft length. “And what makes you think that you deserve it?”

 

It growled softly, pressing impossibly closer to Alastor’s chest before looking up at him with pleading eyes. He scoffed at the sight, gently pushing it back before taking a step forward.

 

“No, I don’t believe I need that today. As you can see, I’m not in such a desperate state as I was yesterday.” Alastor smiled at the creature, cocking his head to the side as he stared it down. “Plus, we both know I rarely give in to my baser desires. Better we stop now before it gets too serious.”

 

Out of all the reactions Alastor had expected to get from his shadow, the last thing he was prepared for was it giggling at him. Like it knew something that he was either too stupid to figure out or so out of touch he was missing the point entirely.

 

“What could be so funny—.”

 

He trailed off as he felt something warm and slick begin to dribble down the backs of his thighs. His body shivered involuntarily, tail twitching as more of the vicious fluid began to leak from his sore backside.

 

Turning around, Alastor peered down to watch the translucent drops roll down his legs. He grimaced, disgusted with the way the fluid felt against him.

 

“So, I guess that you’re partly behind this?” A growl rose in Alastor’s chest as he shifted back around, eyes trained on his traitorous shadow. “Or at the very least, you allowed someone to do this to me?”

 

The creature merely shrugged its shoulders before chittering once. In a flash, it bolted from the room, leaving Alastor to stand there alone.

 

And with a mess between his legs.

 

“Worthless thing, I should’ve done away with it years ago.” Sighing heavily, Alastor snapped his fingers once. In a flash, the spend was cleared up while his clothes appeared on his body, allowing him to feel a little more comfortable. “Guess there’s nothing I can do for now. But perhaps this will be the end of the strange dreams.”

 

Nodding once to himself, that was all Alastor needed to properly get himself into gear. He checked over his appearance one last time before leaving his room, ensuring that there was no sign of, well anything that would signal what a strange time he had just had.

 

Fortunately for him, not many seemed to be out and about so early at the moment. The only soul he ran into was some nameless sinner ducking back into their room, mumbling under their breath as they fumbled with the keys to their door.

 

However, when he made his way down the staircase, Alastor noticed a familiar head of blond hair off in the distance. Their steps were hurried, almost like they were late for an appointment or something similarly urgent.

 

Which gave him yet another idea.

 

It was common knowledge that Lucifer was practically useless without his morning coffee. Hell, the King had only mentioned it every day or so while he sipped the bitter liquid. And since Alastor had awoken in such a great mood, it gave him the desire to make the most of it by having a little fun with Lucifer.

 

Moving quickly, he was able to close the distance between them in a matter of moments. He stood near the door, peering in to watch Lucifer pour himself a cup of coffee. Waiting for the King to bring the steaming mug up to his lips before making his next move.

 

“Well good morning, Lucifer!”

 

Sending that the moment was right, Alastor pushed the kitchen door open in a flourish, allowing it to slam against the wall. His eyes landed on Lucifer, his smile firmly in place as the King all but jumped out of his boots, spilling scalding coffee over his pristine white coat.

 

“My apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you, Sire!” Alastor barked out a laugh as he strode into the room. He gave Lucifer one of his wider grins, moving towards the countertop to grab a rag for the King.

 

Once it was secured between his fingertips, Alastor turned to face Lucifer, bending over to dab at the fresh stains on Lucifer’s clothing. “Let’s get you cleaned up, you’re lucky you caught me in such a charitable mood. Although, I suppose having a great night’s rest will do that to an old soul like me.”

 

He shifted his gaze up to meet Lucifer’s own, feeling the corners of his lips draw back into a bigger grin as a shocked look and a golden blush took over Lucifer’s face.

 

Signaling that he had been successful in winning yet another one of their little battles.

 

“D-did you now?” Lucifer cleared his throat before snatching away the rag from Alastor’s grasp. He huffed once, tilting his head down to focus on scrubbing the stain from his clay. “What, did you have another cannibal dream about eating people or whatever it is you freaks like?”

 

“Oh far from it!” Barking out a laugh, Alastor gave Lucifer perhaps a little too enthusiastic slap on the shoulder, jolting the King forward. “Although, it wouldn’t be appropriate if I told you all the gritty details of what played through my mind. So let’s just say, it was rather pleasant and leave it there.”

 

Shooting Lucifer a wink, Alastor watched for his reaction. Half expecting for the King to sputter once more before that telling blush on his face would deepen a shade or two.

 

However, much to Alastor’s shock, Lucifer barely batted an eye. His expression had shifted though, morphing from uncomposed to downright smug in an instant.

 

Which, to be frank, was quite disturbing.

 

“Good to know. Really good to know.” Lucifer chuckled softly, reaching over to grab his abandoned cup of coffee. He took a long, slow drink of it, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed before setting the mug back down. “Do you notice anything else different?”

 

Mentally frowning at the question, Alastor shook his head. He took a step back from Lucifer, eyes flitting over Lucifer’s face to try and glean what the hell the King could be talking about.

 

But Lucifer seemed to have planned for this. He quickly moved to close the distance between them and placed a hand on Alastor’s stomach.

 

“Hm, perhaps I should go through on my promise next time.” Lucifer mused aloud, eyes trained on his hand as if rubbed against Alastor’s shirt. “After all, maybe giving you a brat will teach you to take responsibility for your actions.”

 

Wait.

 

What!?

 

All Alastor could do was stand there, slack-jawed as Lucifer continued to caress him. Every strand of hair on his body immediately stood on end as realization sank in.

 

It wasn’t a stranger who had invaded his dreams last night and somehow managed to leave his body a mess. It was Lucifer.

 

Fuck.

 

That was why his shadow wouldn’t answer him if anyone had been slipping into his room. Out of all the monsters and demons in Hell, not even it was foolish enough to toy with the likes of Lucifer.

 

To say that he was shocked would be a vast understatement. Sure, he had been the one to challenge Lucifer in the first place earlier in the week. But he never expected the King to even entertain the idea, let alone have his way with him in his sleep.

 

‘This man… he just keeps becoming more interesting.’

 

But, of course, Alastor wasn’t one to take such disrespect lying down. No, if Lucifer was going to fight dirty, then he had no issue fighting back.

 

“Well, who knew that you had it in you, Sire?” Grabbing Lucifer by the wrist, Alastor jerked his hand away, shoving the King backward with a snarl. “Although, if you do succeed in that mission, just remember I won't be the one to tell Charlie that she’s going to be a big sister.”

 

“Huh!?”

 

The smugness instantly vanished from Lucifer’s face, replaced with a look of confusion that Alastor wanted to dine on right then and there. But instead, he barked out another laugh, slipping into the shadows before Lucifer could process what he meant.

 

But, naturally, he wouldn’t want to leave the King there utterly lost. So Alastor cleared his throat, static filling the air as his voice carried down to Lucifer.

 

“Don’t worry, Sire. It can be our little secret, for now.” Extending out a shadowy tendril, Alastor trailed it up Lucifer’s spine, crooning when he received a shudder in return. “I’ll see you tonight, Lucifer.”

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