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Charlie insisted on having group breakfasts with her staff. She fully believed that this daily bonding exercise would help bring them all together.
Most of the time, it worked!
Mostly.
Okay, just sometimes.
She always spun a wheel of names the night before to decide who would be cooking for everyone the next morning. She spun it twice to pair a team together so that they could build beautiful relationships over the joy of cooking.
Last night, the spun arrow had landed on Dad with the first spin, then Angel on the second. A pretty good outcome!
Charlie was always silently grateful whenever the arrow landed on Dad, Alastor, or Niffty. The very best breakfasts came from any combination of them. Those three all knew their way around a kitchen and never failed to brew up something exquisite for them to eat in the morning, no matter who their partner was.
The one time that Vaggie and Husk had been paired together… oh, the results had been disastrous. Burnt eggs and dry toast with a side of charcoal that probably used to be bacon. Still, they were bonding!
However, Charlie had to secretly admit to herself that she had gagged a little on her meal that morning. Henceforth, she had tilted the wheel so that they did not end up together on a Breakfast Buddies team ever again.
Never again.
The taste of ash still played upon her tongue enough to make her shudder if she thought about it for too long.
Today was gonna be good though, she could feel it in her heart!
Dad was a wizard at breakfasts and though Angel was a bit of a wildcard, it was still bound to be a success with Lucifer’s help.
Standing in the dining room, Charlie smiled as Dad and Angel brought out their breakfast creations from the kitchen and set them on the long wooden table.
“Presenting!” Dad announced proudly, “A veritable feast of pancakes! Garnished with a delightful strawberry-apple compote conjured up by our very own Angel Dust! He did the sausage, too!”
Angel ducked his head a little as he set a steaming pot of his topping in the middle of the table. Was he blushing?
Yep, he was definitely blushing.
Charlie made a mental note to compliment him more on his cooking. He always did okay with whatever Breakfast Buddy he was paired with, but seeing that he actually seemed to enjoy doing well in this area was new information.
Dad continued, “I kinda thought it was weird that he wanted to caramelize the sausage in the remnants of his compote… But I tried it and it’s delicious! This guy right here is a culinary genius!”
Angel’s meek, but happy smile made Charlie want to grab him and smooch his pink cheeks.
“Bon appetit, I guess,” Angel said shyly and sat down in a chair next to Husk, looking timid but still pleased with himself.
Oh yeah. Charlie was definitely going to rig the wheel to put them together more often. It wasn’t really cheating if it was for a good cause, right?
Charlie beamed at them, then moved to take her seat next to Alastor. As she passed behind him she caught a heart-stoppingly lovely scent.
“Oooh, Alastor!” she said as she sat in her chair. “I am loving whatever cologne you’re wearing today!”
Alastor glanced over at her in the middle of spearing a few sausages onto the serving fork. He never really ate much during breakfast unless it was meat, choosing instead to sip at his black coffee.
“I’m not wearing cologne,” he said.
Charlie blinked at him.
“What? Yes you are!” She bent toward him and inhaled again, then let her breath out in a happy sigh. “Ahhh, it’s so nice! It smells like a warm forest in the rain!”
Alastor quirked an eyebrow at her, looking both confused and suspicious.
On Alastor’s other side, Husk leaned in and sniffed.
“Oh,” Husk said as he quickly sat back again, covering his nose. He looked suddenly worried. “Uh oh. Alastor, are you going into a rut?”
“Oooh…” Niffty enthused from her chair, her face barely peeking over the edge of the table. “Alastor is such a bad boy when he has a rut…!”
“A rut?” Charlie asked as she stacked a few pancakes onto her plate.
“Am I rutting?” Alastor asked rhetorically. He cocked his head to the side.
He stared into space for a moment, then his brow furrowed and the air around him crackled. With an angry hiss of radio static, Alastor dropped the fork back into the bowl of sausages as if abruptly losing his appetite and crossed his arms over his chest.
Niffty giggled maniacally and dumped an obscene amount of juicy, red compote onto her pancakes.
“I think you might be right,” Alastor said to Husk. “I hadn’t even felt it yet. You and Charlie both have good noses… I suppose I must thank you for the advance notice… Drat.”
Husk grimaced, looking uncomfortable. Absently, he reached over to take the pot of compote away from Niffty while still looking at Alastor.
“How long has it been since you rutted?” the bartender asked, “The last one I remember was a couple months before you… uh, ‘went away.’”
Alastor laughed bitterly. “Yes, that was the last one. I assume that my… sabbatical… must have interrupted my usual cycle.”
“Yeesh…” Husk winced, clearly understanding something that Charlie did not. “If it’s been almost eight years, then this is probably gonna be a rough one for you.”
“I’m aware of that, Husker,” Alastor bit back. “But thanks so much for further reminding me!”
Charlie looked back and forth between them. Neither of them looked happy. Husk looked nervous. Alastor looked both angry and frustrated.
“...Okay, but what’s a rut?” Angel asked from across the table.
Husk stammered, “Uh, a rut is when… It’s, uh… when Alastor…”
“It’s a dramatic hormonal shift that I tend to go through every few years,” Alastor spat. “I’ve been told that it’s similar to when Hellhounds go into heat, but more intense and less predictable.”
Angel’s pancake-laden fork froze halfway to his mouth. “You’re havin’ a heat? You?”
Alastor shrugged darkly and pushed his plate away from him. “We all have our selected punishments to withstand here in Hell. This is just a rather unfortunate one of mine. I suppose I’m just lucky that it doesn’t happen very often.”
Angel leaned forward on the table, genuinely curious. “So does that mean you have to, like, fuck?”
“Angel!” Vaggie admonished. “You ever think he might not want to discuss it?! It’s personal!”
Alastor rolled his eyes.
“I’m not shy about such trivial things,” he sighed, waving a hand at them. “It’s just something that happens. But, yes. In more polite words: I will need to achieve orgasm in order for the rut to end. Unfortunately, the climax must be brought on with direct intercourse with a partner rather than self-masturbation. Otherwise, I will be out of commission for a while. The latter scenario seems like the most viable option.”
Though his perpetual smile still held firm, he still managed to look very grim about the prospect.
“Well, I mean… I could help you with that…” Angel said.
With a collective scraping of silverware against porcelain plates, everyone at the table looked over at Angel. He balked a little, clearly unnerved to have so many squinted eyes upon him.
“N-not not because I’m interested in you like that or anything…!” Angel explained quickly. “Because I, very definitely, am not. But, you know, I’m a professional! It’s literally my job to make people cum. We can knock one out, no problem! I know what I’m doing. You’d be in good hands, if you know what I mean…”
All eyes shifted back to Alastor in unison, expecting him to blow up at such a slatternly proposition.
Charlie was surprised when he only laughed and flapped a dismissive hand at Angel.
“Oh-ho! No, no. Absolutely not. Not that I don’t appreciate the offer, but I think such an experience might actually kill you, my dear Angel Dust! When I say it is ‘intense’, I mean it. A rut with me is not just a session of careless sex. Back when we were on good terms, it took Vox days to get me out of it. And he’s a powerful Overlord, not just a lowly Sinner such as yourself,” Alastor said, then added as an afterthought, “No offense.”
“Oof. Okay. Some offense taken, not gonna lie…” Angel said, but then he shook himself and rounded on him. “Wait! Wait! You had sex with Vox?!”
Alastor took up his mug of coffee and brought it to his lips with a dark hum. “If you want to call it that.”
“EW! Oh my GAWD! That guy is so nasty! Val’s told me what he’s into! It’s stuff I wouldn’t even touch, and that’s saying somethin’!”
“Shut up ! You’re making it weird!” Vaggie yelled at him.
“I’m making it weird!?" Angel yelled back. "It’s already weird!”
A new voice joined the conversation:
“What if I helped?”
Everyone shifted once more to look at Lucifer as he finally sat himself at the table.
Alastor stopped in the middle of another sip of coffee. He lowered the mug to the table.
“...Right. As if you’d do that for me,” he said, voice flat and disbelieving.
“I mean, sure, why not?” Lucifer said off-handedly, eagerly digging into his compote-drenched pancakes. “We can't have you ‘out of commission’ for who knows how long. Also, let’s be honest with each other… We’re both entitled to an angry hate-fuck.”
Charlie gasped. “ Dad! ”
“What? We’re all adults here! The man needs help and I’m offering it!”
“But, you can’t just…” Charlie began, feeling her cheeks heat with embarrassment. ”He’s… It’s not… That was an inappropriate thing for you to say in the middle of breakfast, Dad!”
Alastor laid a hand on her arm to silence her.
“...I’m not opposed,” he said to Lucifer seriously. “I would like to be done with this rut as quickly as possible, if you’re actually willing.”
“Hell yeah, I’m willing!” Dad said through his mouthful of pancakes. He swallowed and pointed his fork at him. “Do you even know how long it’s been since I had sex with someone other than myself? Years! And I understand that this is not exactly comfortable for you, Alastor… but I’m sure it beats the alternative of suffering alone in your room. Am I right?”
Alastor grimaced and sat back in his chair.
“You’re correct. While I’m not exactly thrilled about it, your services do seem like the most productive choice… Given the way this sudden rut is progressing, I’ll likely need your aid either tonight or early tomorrow morning. Again, only if you’re willing.”
“Great! It’s a date, then.”
The rut-conversation ended at that point.
Everyone went back to eating quietly.
Niffty slammed her face into her stack of pancakes and devoured them like a tiny gremlin, entirely unbothered by all the sex-talk. In contrast, Charlie picked at her meal trying not to think about the X-rated scenario that had just been aggressively shoved into her imagination.
This was definitely the most uncomfortable that breakfast had ever been.
The food really was good, though.
“More, please!” Niffty said when she came up for air. With a loving smirk, Dad dished her out another generous portion.
Lucifer paced through the upper halls of the hotel, looking over his notes on the Hotel's construction.
He still needed to furnish the Library. That would be easy. The books were already shelved, he just needed to add sitting areas. He was considering cozy little couches along one wall, but then maybe a section of blinded-off desks for the Sinners who were really trying to study. That had been Charlie’s idea, to give Sinners a space for learning new things from books if they wanted to. Lucifer could hardly say no to that. He was a voracious reader himself and loved learning new things. After so many thousands of years of long life, learning anything new was exciting.
He almost envied the Sinners in that regard: they all had so much to learn still.
Lucifer looked up as a deep, resonating BOOM laced with distorted audio bass caught his attention.
He peeked out the Library's entrance in time to see Husk dart out of a room down the hall and jerk the door shut behind him. Husk braced his back against it, looking wide-eyed and harried. He brushed thick, disheveled fur from his eyes as he panted.
He spied Lucifer and some of his obvious panic eased.
“Oh! Hey!” Husk said, his gravelly voice tight with anxiety. “Just the man I was hoping to see! I came up to check on Alastor, y’know, to bring him a drink to calm his… uh… current condition. It usually helps. But, um… he’s already past that stage of his rut, apparently.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow. “...Stage of his–?”
There was another bellow of deep static that shook the walls, powerful enough to knock books from the shelves in the new Library.
Husk cleared his throat. “...He’s, uh, ready for you, is what I’m saying. If you’re still on board to help get him out of his rut, that is. But I feel like I need to give you a head’s-up: it’s not pretty in there. This is a real rough one for him. Worst I’ve seen… and I’ve seen a few.”
Lucifer smiled and pocketed his list.
“Ah, I see.” He rolled up his sleeves and placed his hands on his hips. “Well, then! I guess it’s high time to show him my mettle. I’ll yank him out of this so-called ‘rut’ lickedy-split!”
Husk moved from the doorway hesitantly, but kept his eyes on Lucifer. “I still don’t think you realize what you’re in for…”
Lucifer laughed dismissively. “Oh, you silly little kittycat! I literally invented nasty, angry sex. And I am here for it!”
Hush still seemed hesitant, but then he shrugged. “Gross, but it’s your funeral I guess. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
The bartender turned his back and slumped back down the hallway, throwing Lucifer a half-hearted peace sign over his shoulder.
Lucifer turned toward the closed door to Alastor’s room and adjusted his lapels, honestly excited about this upcoming encounter.
Now, Lucifer did not like Alastor. Far from it. In fact, he viscerally wanted to elbow him in the nose almost every time he saw him. The guy was manipulative and thoughtless and Lucifer really did not think that he had the best intentions for Charlie and the Hotel… but that made the thought of plowing him into a mattress even more delectable.
That man needed to be put in his place… and that place was under Lucifer.
Lucifer shoved open the door.
“Honey, I’m hoooome!” he sang into the dark room.
As he closed the door behind him he was hit by the overwhelming scents of trees and moss and water and heavy animal musk. He inhaled deeply. Oh…It was intoxicating . Lucifer felt his cheeks flush but he tried to shake it off. It was just Alastor’s heat-induced pheromones permeating the air. He kind of hated how much he enjoyed the scent and how much it affected him. Against his will he felt a stirring in his loins.
Alastor was leaning against the wall in the far corner. The thin light from the night outside his window lit him in stripes of neon red.
He was bigger than he usually was, his elongated limbs sticking out at odd angles. His antlers had spread into wide, black branches. His panting back cast tremulous, sharp-edged shadows that stretched along the wall.
Alastor’s long neck cracked audibly as he whipped around to glower at whosoever had dared to enter his room.
He gave out a wave of garbled static when he spied Lucifer and he pushed away from the wall. He stalked over, long arms twitching, his radio noise filling the room with disjointed voices.
The sight of Alastor’s gangly, over-large form staggering toward him from the shadows would have been terrifying if not for the knowledge that Lucifer could smite him in an instant if he really wanted to. Even knowing this, Lucifer could not help the impulse to shy away a little as Alastor came in close to him. Uncomfortably close. Now that he was so near, his scent was suddenly overpowering.
Lucifer felt dizzy.
Alastor hummed out a low, resonating note that quivered Lucifer’s insides, then he leaned in to rub his cheek against his shoulder. He turned his antler-crowned head and slid his jaw against the side of Lucifer’s neck and face, like a cat marking its property.
“Uhhh… Okay…” Lucifer said, not stopping him but still feeling a little weirded-out. This was definitely not what he had been expecting from this little rendezvous.
This didn’t feel right.
Lucifer took hold of Alastor's face and pushed him away a little so that he could examine him more closely.
Alastor’s eyes were half-lidded and vacant as if he were black-out drunk. Lucifer’s stomach clenched with horror.
This is what a rut was?
“Whoa, whoa, wait! Can you even consent to sex right now?” Lucifer asked, abruptly concerned about Alastor’s health. Now that he was really looking at him, the proud Radio Demon looked awful. There were dark circles under his hooded eyes and a fine sheen of sweat coated every inch of his face.
He was clearly not in his right mind.
Whatever this "rut" thing was, it was not the same as a hound-heat. Heats were simply a time of hormone-heightened libido during ovulation. A heat made hounds crave sex for breeding purposes, but it did not completely overtake them like this.
Alastor was sick.
Alastor blinked and visibly fought to rally himself. The light of intelligence returned to his dull eyes and he wrenched from Lucifer’s hold, stumbling backward. Lucifer grabbed tight to his arms so that he didn’t fall.
His voice was weak and he slurred a little as he mumbled, “...You s-said you’d help… If… ngh… if you don’t want to, then leave.”
Lucifer swallowed.
Husk had not been exaggerating. This rut was definitely bad and not at all the sexy, violent romp that Lucifer had been anticipating. This felt more like a medical intervention.
“No, no, I’ll help you!” Lucifer assured him, worry furrowing his brow. “I just… uh… I’m a little surprised, is all. But, yeah. I’ll still help…”
At that assurance, Alastor’s eyes dimmed again. It was like a bulb switching off, the light completely snuffing in the wake of Lucifer’s solidified agreement.
Alastor returned to scent-marking Lucifer’s head and chest and Lucifer just let him do his thing because what else was he supposed to do?
In spite of his previous smugness, the King of Hell felt entirely out of his element now. He was still willing to aid Alastor, but now it was for a very different reason. The man clearly needed his help. Alastor’s grinning face was tense with discomfort and it was a deeply disturbing sight to see.
Alastor groaned and bent his back as he started to fumble his long fingers against Lucifer’s clothing.
“I’ve got it…” Lucifer said and made all of his clothing vanish with a snap of his fingers. He gave the same treatment to Alastor’s clothing with another quick snap, leaving them both naked.
A low rumble of appreciation came from Alastor’s broad chest. A bone-rattling purr.
The suffering Sinner was already fully, painfully erect. Lucifer looked down and saw that Alastor’s inner thighs were also soaked with a thick, glistening fluid.
He gently pushed Alastor backward onto the bed in the middle of the room. Curiously, he tilted his head to get a good look at his undercarriage.
Oh. Interesting. It looked like the root of Alastor’s–-admittedly impressive–-penis curved back into the folds of a very pretty vagina. It was good that he came equipped with both standard parts as it made for so many options. Lucifer was better versed with vaginas anyway to be honest, so getting Alastor to orgasm out of his rut should be no sweat.
With a swift, careless wave of his hand, Lucifer re-created Alastor’s anatomy on himself with a fistful of golden magic. Having no natural-born genitalia himself, he might as well. His goal here was to get Alastor to climax as quickly and painlessly as he could. The obvious answer was to just duplicate the demon’s parts and hope for the best, as nothing else could fit him better.
As Lucifer was pondering genital alignment, Alastor grabbed him and spun to throw him down onto the bed. Lucifer yelped in surprise as Alastor hiked up his legs and positioned himself between them.
“Ah! Wait!”
Lucifer grabbed him back and there was a brief wrestling match as they fought against each other’s strength. Alastor was strong, but Lucifer was far stronger and he pulled out from under him to flip him over on his back and pin him against the sheets.
Alastor snarled.
“Woah, there!” Lucifer said. “I am not nearly as warmed up as you are, buddy! Give me a fucking second! This is a brand-new vagina! I just made it! It’s not lubed up yet and I don't want it wrecked right out of the gate! That won't be pleasant for either of us!”
In fact, Lucifer’s new gash was dry as a bone. Nothing about this was turning him on. It suddenly felt so wrong to be doing this. Alastor was basically a zombie; a slave to the unwanted craving of his flesh. Lucifer also knew in his heart that Alastor—in his normal, clear-headed state—didn’t want this, either. But he needed it.
Lucifer’s stomach clenched.
He didn’t think he could do this.
Alastor jerked in an attempt to throw him off, but Lucifer held him down.
Lucifer looked around the room with indecision, searching for anything that might sway him one way or another.
All around the room there was evidence of a struggle. The chair at Alastor’s personal dining table was knocked to the floor. The curtains had been shredded. There were vivid claw-marks in the wallpaper as if a wild animal had been caged in here. On the floor there was a shattered highball glass and an amber pool of what Lucifer assumed to be the whiskey Husk had tried to bring him. The spilled ice glimmered in the dim light as it melted.
Everywhere he turned, Lucifer saw chaos. Alastor had probably been on the precipice of this for hours, just taking out his pain and frustration on the decor.
Then Lucifer’s eyes landed on Alastor’s nightstand. There was a tented piece of paper with “LUCIFER” written in beautiful cursive on the front.
Lucifer let go of Alastor’s shoulder to reach for it.
Alastor immediately struggled harder and nearly got away from him. Lucifer swore and shifted to sit on top of him to hold him firmly with his legs. He used his powers to make himself heavier and the mattress dipped beneath them with a loud creak.
“Knock it off!” Lucifer scolded him, using his knees to squeeze Alastor’s arms against his sides and keep him still. “I’m trying to help you!”
Alastor tossed his head to the side and hissed, but he could not escape.
Lucifer snatched up the note:
Your Majesty,
If you are reading this, I can only assume that you have decided to assist me through my illness. And this IS an illness. A disability, even. A weakness. It doesn’t come upon me often, but it is a great inconvenience to me whenever it does rear its ugly head. Please know that I do not enjoy this. Others who have helped me in the past have fetishized it and that is deplorable to me. I am trusting that you will not do that.
Guilt panged through Lucifer’s stomach again, because he couldn’t deny that he had also fetishized it… Until he’d seen it for himself, that is.
Now, it was just upsetting.
He kept reading.
I would have explained this all to you in person, but by the time it occurred to me to do so I was already feeling myself losing control. It would not have been safe for me to roam the hotel in search of you. Even as I write this, I am struggling to focus. This rut came on faster than any others I’ve gone through. Perhaps, as Husker said, it’s because I haven’t had one in a long time.
There was a large, smeared ink blot on the page after this, as if Alastor had held his pen on the same spot for too long. As if he’d gotten distracted.
When the writing continued, the penmanship was noticeably more shaky.
I don’t have much time. This is what you need to know:
- When the rut fully hits, I will not know who you are. Nor will I care.
- I will not know who I am, either.
- I will be a beast with no idea of language. I will not understand if you speak. I will not understand the concept of “NO.”
- If you are having second thoughts, LEAVE NOW.
- If I have already marked you as my mate, tie me down if you decide to leave.
- If I am NOT bound tightly, I will hunt you down and try to force our mating. Above anything, I DO NOT WANT THAT.
- If necessary, I can be left to go through this rut on my own, but it will take at least two weeks for me to find myself again and regain control of my body. It may take a few days after that for me to fully recover.
“Oh, Alastor…” Lucifer sighed sadly. “You poor idiot. Of course I’m not gonna leave you like this…”
Alastor—or, well, Alastor’s body , really… it was clear that “Alastor” wasn’t actually present at the moment—started to struggle again at the sound of his words.
“Shhh… Here, does this help?”
Lucifer reached down behind him and slid his fingers into Alastor’s leaking slit. That got an immediate reaction. Alastor stopped fighting. He moaned and raised his pelvis against Lucifer’s gentle hand.
“There we go,” Lucifer smiled. “I’m almost done with your note. I’ll be with you in a sec.”
He flipped the piece of paper over to continue reading. The penmanship had grown even more shaky. Lucifer could barely read parts of it.
Though it probably doesn’t matter, as I honestly won’t remember our encounter anyway, I have a few general rules:
- No kissing on the mouth. I find it vile.
- No video OR audio recording any of this. I don’t think you would, but it has been an issue in the past.
- After I climax, try to be out of my room before I come back to consciousness. This is already incredibly uncomfortable for me and that would just make it worse.
- Don’t let me kill you. I’d like to reserve that pleasure for later. HA HA!
Lucifer huffed out a dark laugh. “As if you could, asshole.”
And, lastly, if you decide to go through with helping me… Thank you. Truly. I’ll see you on the other side, I suppose.
Sincerely,
Alastor
There was another disjointed scrawling toward the bottom of the letter. It took Lucifer several beats to decipher it.
PS — I bite. Apologies in advance.
“Well, fuck,” Lucifer said and tossed the letter aside.
He looked down at the trembling body beneath him as he continued massaging his fingers in and out, but he saw that such ministrations were not nearly enough to satisfy his charge. He was beginning to fight again. Poor Alastor needed more than just fingers.
An overwhelming sense of pity encased Lucifer’s heart. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“We’ll get you out of this. Don’t you worry. I got you.”
Filled with a renewed sense of purpose, Lucifer shifted off of him and Alastor immediately sprang up to tackle him. Lucifer pinned him again, trying to ignore his roaring and writhing. Doing his best to think of anything other than what was actually happening, Lucifer reached down the slick hand he’d been fingering Alastor with and brought his own member to attention. He did not harden quickly, but with several strokes his erection was good enough.
He spread Alastor’s quaking thighs.
“Okay. I guess we’re doing this,” he mumbled to himself, trying to banish the last of his reservations.
He took another breath, lined up, and then buried himself inside Alastor with a bold thrust.
Alastor gasped and clamped his legs around Lucifer’s torso, trying to pull him in deeper. And, oh… Alastor’s tunnel was so hot. Hotter than seemed usual, as if he had a fever. And maybe he did. He was clearly sick in one way or another. Maybe a fever was not such a far-fetched idea.
His heat was mind-bending.
Fuck, it had been so long since Lucifer had felt this kind of physical contact with someone. He tried not to think of that and shrugged it off. This was not real passion. He was just helping a comrade in arms through a rough patch. There was no affection here and he had a job to do. His entire purpose for being in this room was to facilitate Alastor’s orgasm and pull him from his rut.
…And, by God, he was going to do it! Alastor was an ally in need and Lucifer was a shining knight diving into the battlefield!
Alastor growled beneath him and pumped his hips, wordlessly begging Lucifer to move. Lucifer obliged. He pulled back a little, then rammed in again. Alastor cried out and gripped his hands onto Lucifer’s waist so hard that he could feel nails tear through skin.
Lucifer grimaced at the pain but forced himself to slide in and out. Alastor arched his back to meet his every thrust with insatiable jolts.
Given the fact that he had not had sex in well over seven years, Lucifer knew that he wasn’t going to last long… and Alastor’s insides were so, so hot and tight. He tried to hold off as long as he could, but he knew his fate was inevitable.
After several solid minutes of thrusting, Alastor showed no sign of reaching climax. Lucifer gritted his teeth, already on the cusp of ejaculation, and tried to hold back and push himself further.
He felt his newly-conjured vagina gather and expel fluid between his legs. At least he was wet, now. That had to count for something.
He didn’t know it yet, but he’d be very grateful for that lubrication soon.
Lucifer slammed into Alastor once more, twice more, then the pressure built too high for him to hold back and a final pulse sent a rush of pleasure upward to numb his brain and send his body tingling as he released.
He opened bleary eyes to look down at Alastor.
There was a new wildness to Alastor’s gaze. He looked furious that Lucifer had stopped thrusting.
“Yeah. Yeah, okay, fair,” Lucifer panted. “Maybe it’s your turn to top, right? Just–AHH!”
Alastor grabbed him and threw him toward the foot of the bed. Without any kind of a preamble, he gripped Lucifer’s legs, forced his hips upward, and speared him.
Still over-sensitive from his very fucking recent orgasm, Lucifer cried out. He turned his head and bit his lip with a moan.
Oof. He could already tell… this was going to be a long night.
Angel was in his bedroom, reclined against numerous fluffy pillows.
Fat Nuggets lay in the crook of one of his arms, his adorable little face pooled over his bicep. He was drooling, but Angel didn’t mind that at all.
He was such a good boy.
The best boy.
With one of his other arms, Angel held up his phone to try and snap a good picture of such cuteness without waking him. He was just so precious! It simply needed to be documented on Sinstagram. All of Hell just had to know what a great little guy he was.
Suddenly, Angel’s bedroom wall split open with a seam of golden light.
“Ahh!” Angel yelped, dropping his phone.
Nuggets awoke and leapt from his arms to zoom around the room in a panic before hiding under the bed.
“What? WHAT?!” Angel demanded as the portal widened to reveal a shirtless and sweaty Lucifer.
“Heeeey… Sorry to bother you,” Lucifer panted, donning his most charming grin.
The man looked wrecked. His hair was a chaotic tangle, damp with sweat and sticking up in all directions. There were shallow gashes on his bare skin and darkening spots that looked like they might be new bruises. And... were those bite-marks?
From the darkness behind him came a scream of guttural rage and Lucifer’s smile tightened.
Lucifer continued, “Hey, so, uh, do you happen to have any of that Love Potion nonsense that the Vees peddle out? Just, y’know… lying around?”
Angel stiffened, wide-eyed. “N-no! No, of course not, your Majesty! I’d never bring such illicit substances into–”
Lucifer’s face darkened.
“Cut the bullshit,” he hissed between his teeth. “I know you’re holding all kinds of ‘illicit substances!’”
Angel could only give a soft squeak in reply.
Another earth-rending bellow erupted from behind Lucifer and Angel saw the King’s shoulders tense.
Lucifer’s smile dropped completely.
“Listen, Angel… I’m in kind of a pickle. I’ve been in here with Alastor for hours, okay? I’m really trying to help him through his rut. Like, really trying. But he’s insatiable! I can’t keep up!” The King gripped trembling hands to the sides of his head and wheezed out a desperate laugh. “H-haha! I mean, I’ve already come, like, fifteen times in the past four hours! That’s a lot! Even for me!”
Angel sat up in his bed, equally curious and concerned. “Well, how many times has he come?”
Lucifer’s laughter grew slightly hysterical. “NOT. FUCKING. ONCE! He just keeps going! No wonder he’s so dismissive of sex if this is all it is for him! This must be torture! And I just… I can’t keep up! I’ve got him tied down for now, but I can’t just leave him like this if I’m trying to help him! I just… I just need a boost. Give me the Love Potion. Please, Angel.”
Angel could almost feel Lucifer’s desperation and he wavered on his resolve.
“...Promise not to tell Charlie?” Angel asked, pursing his mouth.
“I’ll never breathe a word.”
Decisively, Angel reached over to pull open his bedside table and produce a thin vial of Love Potion.
Lucifer snatched it from his hand and uncapped it.
“This is the real stuff,” Angel cautioned, “Just a few drops will probably be enough to—”
Lucifer downed the entire thing in two swift gulps and dropped the empty bottle at the foot of Angel’s bed.
“Ahh! Thanks, Breakfast Buddy! I knew I could count on you!”
He reached out his clenched hand for a fist-bump and Angel dazedly met his knuckles with his own.
With that, Lucifer turned back toward where Angel could now see Alastor’s hulking form fighting against the golden bonds that kept him tethered to his bed. For a brief moment, Angel got a very nice view. Wow. Alastor was a fucking stallion. Who would have guessed?
“Wooo! There’s that rush I needed! Daddy’s back, baby!” Lucifer declared. Angel caught a glimpse of his pale little ass he sped back over to Alastor.
The golden portal slammed shut and disappeared.
After a beat of stunned silence, Nugget poked his head out from under the bed.
“...That was waaaaaay too much Potion,” Angel said to his pig nervously. "He's gonna be so pissed."
Stupid Angel.
“Ungh!”
Stupid Potion.
“Augh!”
Stupid Alastor and his stupid, stupid rut!
“Ah-AHHH!”
Lucifer bore down onto Alastor’s cock and trembled as he came.
Again.
“Hah… hah… T-twenty-five. H-hah…” he panted and ran his hands through his sweat-wet hair.
His only entertainment now was keeping score of how many orgasms he’d had because this… This was not sex as Lucifer understood it. This was the least-sexy sex he’d ever had! It was awful! And he should have known that it would be from the tone of Alastor’s letter, but…
This fucking sucked.
Uncaring of Lucifer’s orgasm, Alastor continued to ram into him. Lucifer could already feel the pressure of another release building in the pit of his stomach.
In retrospect, it hadn’t been so bad to just let Alastor go to town on his increasingly sore vagina… it definitely hadn’t felt good, but it had been much, MUCH better than the torture that Lucifer was relentlessly experiencing now that he’d dosed himself with Love Potion.
He just couldn’t stop cumming.
Lucifer should have just been content with the fact that he was helping someone his daughter cared about. That should have been enough.
But nooo…
His sense of pride and self-satisfaction had denied him that. He’d had to go and drug himself so that he could be hornier, hoping that the pleasure would make it all less terrible.
But, nope. It was still awful, just in a different way.
Great move, Lucifer, he thought to himself bitterly. Fantastic idea. Just the best. You're so FUCKING smart.
Because now, with the flood of Potion in his system, his own orgasms were endless. He could feel orgasm number twenty-six on the horizon.
Oh no. No… He didn’t want to cum again.
This was the worst!
“I h-hate everything…” he grunted into the dark room as Alastor plowed him. “I regret my life choices…”
Orgasm twenty-six came and went.
So did orgasm twenty-seven. Then, later, orgasm twenty-nine.
Then, even later: thirty-one.
Then, even later than that: thirty-five.
Lucifer was swimming in numbers. Drowning in them.
Now, he was in the haze of an approaching thirty-nine.
He was on top for this one.
Alastor was face-down on the damp sheets, his spine concave to present Lucifer with his smooth backside. Lucifer fucked him with diligent fervor, though he had lost the desire to do so a good two-dozen orgasms ago. He wasn’t even paying attention anymore. He just wanted this whole thing to end. He just wanted to go to sleep, but the Potion kept him going with even the slightest stimulus.
He and Angel were going to have a serious talk later, because this was not cool. Why hadn't he warned him it was going to be like this!?
But then Alastor started to make a new sound. It was not his usual growling, grunting, or hissing…
It was a whimper.
Lucifer looked down to see that he was gripping the sheets with a sudden intensity, his hands shaking.
“...You finally getting close?” Lucifer asked, feeling a spark of hope in his chest.
Alastor did not offer a reply, but whimpered again as Lucifer pushed harder into him.
Yes! The goal was within reach!
Lucifer redoubled his efforts, sensing that the finish line was near. He rode Alastor hard, desperate to bring an end to their trial. Alastor gave a sharp little cry with every thrust, burying his face into the bed and stabbing his claws into the mattress. Lucifer drove into him again and again, trying to bring him release.
But, unfortunately, Lucifer’s own release came first with yet another hollow spasm.
“Ugh… f-fuck… thirty-nine…”
Alastor heaved up and tossed Lucifer down on the bed. Lucifer was exhausted and used to this treatment by now. He was bruised and sliced all over by Alastor’s teeth and claws. His lip was split and his junk ached.
“Yeah, okay…” he panted, closing his eyes. He spread his legs to allow Alastor access. “Entertain yourself. I’m just gonna lay here for a bit and catch my breath. I’ll get you on the next round. I’ll get you to orgasm on the next round, for sure…”
Alastor shoved into him with violent desperation. Lucifer kept his eyes closed and just let him do whatever he needed to. He was too tired. Alastor could just do what he wanted at this point. Lucifer simply didn’t care anymore. He was more than happy to act as a limp sex-doll if that meant that this would be over soon.
Already the pressure was building again, lighting sparks of unwanted pleasure up his spine.
“Nooo…” Lucifer groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Already? Please, not again. Not yet…”
Blind to his plight, Alastor bucked into him but this felt different than all the other numerous times that Alastor had mounted him. Alastor’s thrusts seemed even more feral, too feral to hang on to any kind of a rhythm. He jolted into him with frenzy, seeking the end of his pain. Lucifer begrudgingly caught on and tried to jerk his hips up to meet him.
Alastor was close.
He was so close!
This fucking rut would be over soon!
Alastor’s soft cries deepened again into a growl and his thrusts grew quick and shallow.
“That’s it, big guy…” Lucifer grimaced. “Y-you’re almost there…”
The building orgasm in Lucifer’s exhausted loins was becoming unbearable again. He threw his head back against the sweat-soaked bed and moaned. This was too much. This all was entirely too much. He didn’t think he could stand any more of this. He had to end it.
“F-forty!” Lucifer cried.
As Alastor bucked into him with vigor, Lucifer used his powers to tighten his vagina. He clenched hard around Alastor’s pumping cock just as his own orgasm crescendoed. Alastor thrust again, then again, crying out his impending release.
Lucifer came hard and further clenched around Alastor, determined to drag the demon down with him into the terrible ecstasy.
And finally… finally! Alastor’s lithe body went rigid. He bucked into Lucifer one last time and then his back quaked as he roared through his ejaculation.
Through his own orgasm-blurred vision, Lucifer saw some semblance of consciousness return to Alastor’s eyes.
Alastor raised a hand to the side of his head. He tried to say something, but then his eyes rolled back and he collapsed forward onto Lucifer, utterly spent.
Lucifer held him against his chest, breathing hard.
He pressed their sweaty bodies together and slipped his palm up and down Alastor’s back for a moment, then he rolled the unconscious body off of him and uncoupled their genitals with a slick pop of fluids.
He lay Alastor on his back against the filthy sheets on the other side of the mattress. He leaned over the foot of the bed and snagged up the mostly-clean blanket that had tumbled to the floor early on in their trial. He pulled it up over Alastor and tucked him in.
Alastor was shivering, confirming Lucifer’s earlier thought that he had a fever. Even in his sleep, his sharp yellow teeth chattered. Feeling strangely paternal, Lucifer wiped the cold sweat from his brow with his thumb.
“Fuckin’ forty,” Lucifer grumbled, barely able to keep his eyes open. “You made me cum forty times, asshole. You’re fuckin’ lucky that Charlie likes you, cuz I seriously want to kill you right now.”
Alastor offered no reply. He just unconsciously turned away from him and shivered harder as he curled into a ball.
Pity returned to Lucifer’s breast and he chewed his lower lip as he watched him sleep.
He didn’t know where the pillows had gone, but after one lackluster scan around the bed he decided that he didn’t care. He stretched out on the bare sheets beside Alastor and closed his eyes.
The relief of sleep came to him swiftly.
The morning light burned into Lucifer’s eyes as he cracked them open.
“Fuuuuuck…” he hissed and clutched his hands onto his aching skull.
He turned away from the bright window and pulled the blanket up over his head to block out the sunrise.
He heard the white-noise of the shower turn off in the bathroom. He’d heard the sound when he woke up, but hadn’t recognized it for what it was until it stopped. After a few moments, he peeked out over the hem of the sheets as Alastor emerged from the adjacent room.
Alastor was toweling the dampness from his hair, wrapped in a red bathrobe. He looked up toward the bed and halted.
“And you’re still here,” Alastor grumbled as he spied Lucifer, clearly annoyed. “I gave you explicit instructions to be gone before I awoke.”
Lucifer sat up and rubbed his face. “Yeah, well I had a rough night, okay? I just… needed a minute. That was fucking awful. What the fuck was that shit?”
Alastor hummed, darkly amused. “I warned you. I’m sure Husker did, too.”
“You did. And he did,” Lucifer yawned. “Clearly I still didn’t understand. Gimme a break. This isn’t exactly normal.”
Alastor cocked his head sardonically. “Aww, you poor thing! Was I too much for you? Did my horrific curse inconvenience you and pull you from your Hellish duties? Such a shame! Should I write you an apology letter?”
Lucifer massaged his fingers into his temples. “Oh, shut the fuck up. I helped you, didn't I?”
Alastor sighed and stumbled over to sit on the edge of his bed. He walked as if he, too, were very sore.
“...You’re right,” Alastor said at length. “Though I dislike that you’re still in my proximity after such an affair… I’m grateful. I don’t remember anything of what happened, but I’m sure you also suffered for it.”
“Damn right, I did!” Lucifer snapped at him. “My head is pounding, I’ve got bite-marks all over me, and my crotch hurts in more ways than I thought possible! I’ve been having sex for over ten thousand years and I thought I’d seen everything! But that was not fun.”
Alastor reached over and sarcastically patted Lucifer’s leg, like an exhausted teacher half-heartedly comforting a child with a paper-cut. “With me, it’s never fun.”
They both went silent for several moments, then Alastor shook himself and asked: “How long was it?”
Lucifer squinted his eyes at the clock on the wall. It was just past 7am. “About twelve hours, give or take.”
Alastor shook his head. “No I don’t mean the amount of time since the rut ended, I mean how long since it fully started. How many days have I lost while in my rut?”
It took a second for Lucifer to understand what Alastor was asking. He furrowed his brow.
“...You haven’t lost any days. I came into your room at around 7pm last night, we had some terrible sex, then you finally fucking splooged and we both passed out around 3am. I think.”
When Alastor remained silent after his statement, Lucifer blearily looked over at him and saw that he looked a little confused.
“What’s the matter?” Lucifer asked.
Alastor cleared his throat.
“...Are you actually trying to tell me that this whole nightmare lasted only twelve hours? That I wasn’t even incapacitated for days–-or weeks–-as I usually am with a rut? That it’s just… the next day?”
Lucifer frowned. “Uh, yeah? You told us about your rut yesterday morning at breakfast. Then I came to you last night and now it’s the next morning and I need a gallon of coffee and a fistful of aspirin. Thanks for that, by the way.”
A gasp caught in Alastor’s throat. As shower-damp and sickly as he still looked, Lucifer saw a glimpse of vivaciousness alight in the demon’s red eyes.
“...I’ve never had a rut last less than four days,” Alastor breathed. “No one has ever been able to snatch me out of it this quickly before.”
“Eh. You’re fucking welcome, I guess.”
Alastor stared at him, his grin brightening with actual glee.
“This changes everything!” Alastor said. “I no longer have to wait in fear of a rut coming upon me and disrupting my plans! You can solve them quickly enough that it barely affects my life! Oh, your services are most genuinely appreciated! This is fantastic news! Please say you’re willing to help me again when the time comes.”
Lucifer groaned with reluctance. “...I guess as long as you’re helping Charlie, I am at your service.”
“Wonderful!” Alastor said, but then his eyes narrowed. “Now get out of my room.”
Lucifer pulled himself out of the bed with an exhausted wince.
“Yeah, yeah… I’m going.”
He snapped his fingers to cover his nudity with a robe of white silk. He limped over to the door and opened it.
As he went to exit, Alastor’s voice halted him: “Thank you. I mean that.”
Hand on the door, Lucifer looked at him over his shoulder. “You’re welcome.”
They gazed at each other for a moment, both of them softly lit by the morning light. Lucifer wanted to say something more, but couldn’t. There was a fluttering in his chest that he could not translate into words, no matter how badly he wanted to say them.
Alastor’s gaze hardened. “Seriously, you need to get the fuck out. You stink of sex and just looking at you makes me want to vomit.”
“I’m going, I’m going!” Lucifer shouted. He went out into the hallway and slammed the door shut behind him to begin the Walk of Shame back to his own quarters.
At the end of the hall, Lucifer spied Angel Dust with his pig on a leash to take him out on his morning walk.
“You,” Lucifer snarled, his eyes alighting with all the fiery heat of Hell.
Angel squeaked and picked up Nuggets to flee down the corridor with the pig held firmly in his arms.
Lucifer chased after him, horns erupting from his brow and bright red fire spewing from the corners of his snarling mouth.
“I tried to tell you!” Angel shouted over his shoulder as he ran away. “It’s not my fault you didn’t listen! We’re Breakfast Buddies, remember? BREAKFAST BUDDIES!”
They turned a corner in the hallway and saw Charlie coming out of her room. They both skidded to a stop as she raised a warm, friendly hand to greet them.
“Good morning, guys!” she said cheerfully. “Are we all ready to start a brand new day at the Hazbin Hotel? Niffty and Husk are downstairs making breakfast for us! Let’s go see what they’re whipping up!”
Angel and Lucifer looked at each other.
“Good morning, sweetie!” Lucifer said with false cheer, quickly hiding his Hellish rage. “I just need to take a quick shower, then I’ll meet you all in the dining room!”
He sent a heated glare to Angel to let him know that this conversation was not over, then walked back to his room to shower and dress himself before going down to breakfast.
There better be some fucking pancakes.