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“Your Majesty.”
Lucifer looked away from the absolutely mind-numbing conversation he’d been having with several guests and turned to see Alastor standing behind him. It wasn’t obvious, but there was a tightness around the edges of his eyes that wasn't usually there. Lucifer made a vague excuse to the group he was with and followed Alastor when he turned to walk away. To his surprise, Alastor veered over to the far wall of the ballroom and ducked into an alcove shielded by a curtain. He grabbed Lucifer’s arm and pulled him in too.
“Alastor,” he hissed, “what’s going on?” Lucifer yelped as Alastor yanked him around until his back hit a wall. He froze as Alastor crowded into his space and buried his face against Lucifer’s neck.
“Uh, bellhop, what the fuck?” He croaked, uselessly, hands hovering in the air over his back.
“Stop talking,” Alastor growled into the soft skin just below his jaw. Lucifer shivered from the feel of his lips moving.
“More talking, please. Tell me what’s happening.” Lucifer grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him back, but Alastor resisted and tucked in tighter against him. He mumbled something Lucifer couldn’t understand.
“Alastor.”
Alastor shivered against Lucifer, and when he finally pulled his head back, Lucifer froze. Those normally bright crimson eyes were glassy and blown out. Alastor blinked slowly and took several shaky breaths.
“Drugged.”
“What?” He demanded, power rumbling through his voice and his eyes bleeding red. He grabbed Alastor's shoulders and growled at him slightly. Alastor stared at him, open-mouthed, and moaned. Lucifer’s eyes widened in shock and the red suddenly faded back to gold. A flush spread across Alastor’s cheeks in sudden embarrassment as they stared at each other.
“I think it’s a new variant of one of the toxins from the garden,” Alastor said in a croak. It was the first time Lucifer ever heard his radio filter fail him. Hell’s punishments could be unexpected and varied, although the garden had been acting strange for a few weeks. This wasn’t what Lucifer had been anticipating.
“Is it only you or are there more out there like this?” Lucifer asked softer this time, watching Alastor sway slightly. He squeezed Alastor’s arms to steady him.
“Only me, as I burned the plants after accidentally inhaling the pollen,” Alastor said, tilting towards Lucifer to rub his lips back and forth on Lucifer’s cheek. He flicked his tongue against Lucifer’s jaw and pressed his hips forward, erection unmistakable.
“Bellhop– What are you–” Lucifer yelped as the hard line of Alastor’s dick pressed into him. Alastor ignored him and tucked in closer.
“I apologize," Alastor panted. “I’m afraid I may be losing control of some of my actions. I couldn’t stay in the party and I couldn’t risk being alone.”
“So why come to me?” Lucifer asked plaintively. Surely there was someone (anyone) else he would prefer.
“I would have liked to have gone back to the hotel,” Alastor ground out through gritted teeth, “but I was concerned what actions I may take while under the influence of an unknown toxin.”
Lucifer blinked, turning to look at him more fully. Alastor was still mostly wrapped around him and his eyes were angry and heated. He opened his mouth to speak when Alastor suddenly lurched forward and mashed their lips together in a clumsy and clearly inexperienced kiss.
Lucifer made a shocked noise that ended up muffled between them. He instinctively gentled the kiss and Alastor slid his arms around Lucifer's shoulders. They broke apart, startled, as the sound of laughter passed by their alcove. Staring at each other, Lucifer asked faintly, “Seriously, you’re sure you want me?”
Alastor glared at him, and said “I own Husk and Niffty. Angel is frequently abused at work, which leaves your daughter and her girlfriend. Who exactly was I supposed to ask? Rosie?” He bit off like he was chewing glass, but it was a fair point. Lucifer winced.
Alastor was panting softly now and he hitched his hips slightly against Lucifer's belly. His dick was a fully hard line now. Lucifer felt his own twitch in his pants. Fuck, they could still hear the party on the other side of the curtain. This was a terrible idea.
“Alastor–”
“For fucks sake, now what?” Alastor glared.
“Bear with me, I need to know how far you’re expecting us to take this. What do you need? What do you even like?” Lucifer explained frantically, trying to keep his voice down.
“I don't know,” Alastor hissed, static popping around them.
“Which one?” Lucifer asked, confused.
“I don't know! Either! Both!” Alastor snapped, breathing harshly.
Lucifer stared, shocked. He tried and mostly failed to work some moisture back into his mouth at that revelation.
“I'm going to bite you if you keep asking, and I'll make sure you don't enjoy it.” The words were angry, but Alastor had taken to rubbing against Lucifer, and he was pretty sure Alastor hadn't noticed.
“I’m glad you told me,” Lucifer said seriously, cupping a hand around Alastor’s face. Alastor still tried to bite at his fingers, the feral brat, so Lucifer got a handful of the hair on the back of Alastor's head and held him still. He let go of Alastor's shoulders to wrap an arm around his waist.
“I am not made of spun glass,” Alastor said with a snippy tone, glaring at him sharply.
“I never thought you were,” Lucifer said, and pulled him into a messy kiss. Alastor moaned and opened for it beautifully. Lucifer delved his tongue inside and explored. Alastor shifted restlessly, rutting against him.
Lucifer finally pushed away from the wall and turned them around so he had Alastor pinned. He shoved a knee between Alastor’s legs and reached down to pull them up and around his waist. He wrapped his hands around Alastor’s hips and helped him rock down into Lucifer’s thigh. He continued to explore the inside of Alastor’s mouth with his tongue.
Alastor's hands were busy, fingers working under the layers of Lucifer's very regal and complicated outfit until he could get to the bare skin of his back. His claws were tracing patterns along his spine and Lucifer had goosebumps until those clever fingers made Lucifer jolt and jerk back from the kiss. They panted and stared at each other.
“My wings,” Lucifer murmured. “That's where my wings–” His voice trailed off as Alastor deliberately pressed down firmer. Lucifer arched slightly into it before he could stop himself. Alastor stared, fascinated.
Lucifer wrapped an arm around Alastor’s waist, pulling him forward into an arch away from the wall. It tipped his hips down onto Lucifer’s thigh and he used the motion to get Alastor to start moving again. Alastor sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes went wide and he covered his mouth with one hand to muffle the sound.
It wasn’t an overly loud noise and Lucifer didn’t understand why until he heard a few more voices walk past the curtain shielding them from view of the rest of the hallway. Then there were words as a pair of sinners stopped close enough for their conversation to carry.
“Did you see where he went? I thought he walked over here.”
“I thought you were supposed to be watching where he went.”
“You’re useless, Val, what the fuck. When I get my hands on that prick…”
“Yes, I know Voxy, you have so many plans for him.” The last voice sighed in annoyed resignation and the rest of the conversation trailed off as they moved on.
Lucifer blinked back the redness that was taking over his eyes while he and Alastor continued to stare at each other. Alastor was still moving against him and Lucifer finally said, “I am going to annihilate their ugly tower with the two of them still inside it.”
Alastor moaned through his hand and his hips jerked wildly. Lucifer could feel the sudden wetness soaking through Alastor’s pants. He blinked in sudden surprise. Alastor’s cheeks went fiery red and he looked horrified with himself. Lucifer grinned, wickedly.
“That does it for you, huh?” he teased. Alastor still had one hand up the back of Lucifer’s shirt and he dug his claws into the skin there in retaliation. He squirmed and Lucifer could feel he was still semi-hard between them. “I don’t think you’re finished yet.”
“I will destroy you,” Alastor snarled and tried to take a swipe at Lucifer. It was half-hearted at best and he caught the hand and pinned it to the wall next to Alastor’s shoulder. He let Alastor drop his legs from around his waist and stand back up.
“Aw, come on, Al,” he grinned, conjuring a low stool and pressing Alastor down into it. Alastor’s glare promised unspeakable torture in his future. Lucifer dropped to his knees between Alastor’s thighs. “Is that any way to talk to someone trying to help you out of a sticky situation?”
Lucifer worked the buckle of Alastor’s belt open and undid his pants. Alastor was gripping the edge of the stool so hard, Lucifer was concerned it was going to shatter. He glanced up at Alastor in question, and waited. Alastor glared at him, but nodded.
It was a sticky situation indeed when Lucifer opened his fly and pulled his dick out, still covered in his release. Lucifer stared for a moment enjoying the view. Alastor sprawled back on a stool in a barely hidden alcove with his dark pants open and the remnants of spend still coating his briefs and dick. He looked furious and mortified. Lucifer’s mouth watered.
“You can’t be serious,” Alastor hissed at him in realization of what he intended to do. Lucifer was pretty sure this was the most serious he’d been in a long time.
Lucifer leaned forward and flicked a stripe through the mess, dragging his tongue underneath the sensitive head of his cock. Alastor made a garbled noise behind his hand. It was a shame he needed to be quiet or Lucifer would love to hear what other noises he could pull out of him.
“I didn’t expect– you don’t–” Alastor stuttered and squirmed. Lucifer stilled him with his hands on Alastor’s knees.
“You came to me for help. In fact, you’ve already come for me,” Lucifer looked up at him with a smirk just to watch the outrage cross his face. “Let me help. Unless you don’t want me to suck your dick?”
Alastor was staring down at him like he’d never seen him before. Lucifer waited, amused…unless Alastor really didn’t want him to? But no, Alastor nodded and looked away.
“Hey, I’ve been told I’m good at this. Try and relax,” Lucifer said. Alastor glared at him again. It was cute.
“I wouldn’t know,” Alastor said, petulant. And wasn’t that just wild to contemplate.
Lucifer leaned down and wrapped his lips around the head of Alastor’s dick. He could smell the remnants of his cologne through the musky scent of his come. It was slightly bitter, but Lucifer didn’t mind as he worked saliva through his mouth and cleaned up the mess as he went. He could smell the faint sweet tang of the drug still in Alastor’s system as well.
It didn’t take long to clean up and he finally slid down and took all of Alastor’s dick in his mouth. He bobbed his head, keeping his mouth soft and wet. Alastor squirmed under his hands and he tightened his grip on him to hold him still.
“Lucifer!” Alastor gasped in shocked desperation and Lucifer enjoyed how it sounded. Alastor normally had impeccable control over his voice and the break was sending skitters of heat down Lucifer’s spine. His own dick had risen to join the party, but unless Alastor asked for that, Lucifer wasn’t going to do anything about it. It was bad enough he’d been drugged as an apparent virgin. There was no way Lucifer would pop his cherry under these circumstances. Even the devil had to have some kind of standards.
Lucifer bobbed his head and felt one of Alastor’s hands settle tentatively on the back. He moaned in encouragement and Alastor grew bolder, sliding claws through his hair. He slit his eyes open and looked up to see Alastor staring at him with a shocked expression and his teeth biting into his hand. Well, this was a fun way to silence his biting insults.
He didn’t waste any time working Alastor back up into a writhing mess. Lucifer enjoyed the soft hold on the back of his head and he blissfully lost himself in the act. Alastor kept himself muffled behind his hand, and a sudden tightening in his hair was Lucifer’s only warning, as static popped around them. Alastor made a pained noise and came a second time. He pulled back as Alastor softened in his mouth and a wave of his hand cleaned the mess and set Alastor’s clothes to rights.
Alastor stared at him and Lucifer gave him a cheeky grin and a wink.
“Listen, I can still smell that pollen on you. You know I can’t leave this party yet, so stay where I can see you,” Lucifer said, finally standing upright and fixing his own clothes. He watched as Alastor’s face morphed from shocked afterglow to enraged in a blink.
“I don’t need to be babysat!” he exclaimed, incensed.
“I’m mostly concerned you may try and eat one of the guests,” Lucifer said, rolling his eyes. Alastor was still sputtering and crossed his arm in a huff.
“I haven’t eaten anyone in weeks, thank you,” Alastor sniffed primly.
“Uh huh. Also, I want to be able to see you if you need a quick exit. If your control gets shaky, come get me.” Alastor went quiet after Lucifer added that. “You head back out first and I’ll pop up somewhere else.”
Alastor nodded grimly and stood up from the stool, smoothing his hands down his coat. He ducked back out into the party without looking back. Lucifer waited a moment to take a deep calming breath. He sternly told his dick to behave and disappeared from the alcove with a pop. It was going to be a long night.
Continued on Day 20