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Alastor was destined for great things. Power was like a bottomless bottle for him, one he could drink from without ever feeling completely satisfied. However, he had already had his humble moments here and there. Over there, like when Adam took him out of the game so quickly, and here, yes, specifically, right there, between his ears, where the king of hell had found and exploited a weak spot that Alastor swore to take to his second grave. Once again, he was subject to the strings; to a puppeteer who, instead of depriving him of his freedom, for once, was filling him with so much delight.
“I can't believe you're like a kitten.” Lucifer laughed mockingly as he sank his fingers deeper into his red hair.
To make matters worse, as if it wasn't humiliating enough, Alastor found himself resting his head on his lap. He no longer knew how he had ended up there, on the sofa with him. Lately, they were meeting more than necessary throughout the hotel. Fighting in public, caressing each other in private. If Alastor had any sense of shame, he would be concerned about the implications.
“Look at you,” Lucifer continued. “Not a single word. If you had told me that this was how I could keep you quiet, I would have done this since I met you, Bambi.”
“Oho, with that stature?” Ah, finally a little angry expression amid all the gloating. “Allow me to doubt it.”
“Don't worry, you've sunk so low lately it's easy to reach your ears.”
“Spoke the first angel to fall from heaven. Please enlighten us with your…” Oh, no, that precise spot behind his ear. Alastor fell silent against his will.
Lucifer chuckled smugly again. “Oooooh, so that's where it is, huh?”
The entire area around his horn filled him with pleasurable spasms that he could do little to hide. It was no longer clear whether his narrowed eyes were out of disdain or because of the pleasure he got from being caressed in that area. There were plenty of reasons why he didn't want to be touched, and that was one of them. Sufficiently enough, he let Niffty put disturbing and adorable things in his hair, like a crown of cockroaches.
If that immense weakness that came with his novel deer genes were to become known, then…
“You know what?” Lucifer interjected, practically reading his mind. “Between agreements and now this, you should have chosen the form of a dog.”
“Ha, ha, very funny,” Alastor snapped sarcastically. “I thought we already had you for…”
Stupid, damn, useless sensitive ears now being fondled between Lucifer's fingers. His body, his own body betraying him like that.
“Ah, ah, ah, no comments, remember? Hmm, cat or dog. Maybe a mixture of both…”
But oh, he would have his fun. Revenge would be served cold. He who laughed last laughed best… Although, right now, Alastor could delay it a little longer with every stupid caress.
Why was Lucifer even caressing him? Apart from the humiliation, of course. It wasn't ruffling his hair, nor was it pulling it; and he had the opportunity to do so. No, it was almost as he had said, with the delicacy of a cat, or a dog.
Alastor didn't even question when Lucifer's voice became so faint in the background that it was practically non-existent. The weight of the eyelids of eyes that had hardly had a single rest since he arrived in hell. Ducks in the room became blurry in the blink of an eye. His ears and shoulders almost released the tension as he inhaled, held his breath for a few seconds, and exhaled. Only currents of pleasantness and him, and a dream he had never pursued or sought since he was an amateur sinner.
Coming from Lucifer's hands, no less.
Alastor's hands, however, stopped squeezing his pants with their previous disdain and lay practically limp on the sofa. Now, his eyes were completely closed. Although he was still smiling, the curves of his lips softened. Each breath followed a slow and deliberate rhythm; soft radio sounds accompanied each exhalation.
“Alastor, are you even listening?”
Silence.
Oh…
“Seriously? You fell asleep?”
Without pausing his caresses, Lucifer gently brushed the bangs from his eyes with his other hand. His own eyes widened as he realized that Alastor was peacefully asleep on top of him. And instead of feeling his usual revulsion, Lucifer felt other kinds of heartbeats as he watched him lying there so calm and relaxed on top of him, no more and no less. After a few moments, he exhaled softly. His fingertips continued to dangerously analyse every detail of his face. A stupid face, no doubt. What kind of fool kept smiling even while sleeping? (Although Lucifer didn't notice his own smile.)
Be that as it may, he continued to caress him.
“Yeah, deer, come on, pfft. You're a cat. A very annoying one, by the way.”
Nothing, he wouldn't wake up. Was he faking it? Hmm, no, he didn't react to a little pinch on his ear. There must be some trick to it, no doubt.
But for now, Lucifer would stay and pamper him a little longer if it meant Alastor would shut up.