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“Breaking News: Another person has been reported missing. The prominent business tycoon who has been helping the President oversee the Private Environmental Sector. Viktor Sheffield was seen leaving on his own from the charity function held just last night. He was reported to be wearing a well fitted black tux. If anyone has seen him or has any leads on his whereabouts, make sure to call the police’s missing person’s helpline seen at the bottom of the screen. For more on this story we will keep you updated tonight at six pm. This is Vincent Whittman with Triple V News Network. Trust us to keep you informed.”
Lucifer rolled his eyes at the TV screen before he shut it off. Not really sure why he even bothered to turn it on. All the news had been about lately were corrupt men with lots of money going missing and really, was that even so bad?
Sure he was in a similar field or so he thought, but he at least had better reporting skills than Wittman. In fact, he would go as far as to say he was better than some of the detectives working on the missing persons case. There had been at least four missing people within several weeks, a majority thought they were most likely murdered but, due to no bodies being recovered, the news stations still called them missing. However, when Lucifer looked just a smidge harder, he could tell that there would be no way to keep these grown men silent, especially if they were in a group and alive. It also didn't help when a mysterious radio station would crackle to life only to play screams and whimpering on the same day the men went missing.
With a shake of his head, Lucifer remembered he had better things to do, so he checked his phone, popped in his ear buds, grabbed his laptop, keys and wallet before making his way out of his apartment. There was a new cafe he wanted to check out. While he couldn’t care less about the rich men going missing, it wasn’t the first time a bunch of older men, who were also the scum of the earth, went missing. He had a suspicion that the ‘missing’ cases from a few years ago and the ones happening now were connected. For all that attention to detail and awareness about this potential murderer and thus current kidnapper, Lucifer was unaware that there were eyes upon him.
It didn’t take long for to make his way to a new cafe that had opened near his apartment. This was both a blessing and a curse when he saw the long line. He had hoped a new cafe meant he could get his latte fixed quickly but the line told him this shop was already in high demand.
Ah well, he was already here, so he could at least order a few things and maybe work at a table, if one was open, for a little while at least. Luckily for him the line moved quickly and a lot of people seemed to have take-out orders, so he easily ordered and found a table. Before he could start working, he needed to clean off the table just a bit as the person sitting here beforehand was clearly a slob. Tossing the garbage gave him a chance to quickly look around once more and he was glad he did as his gaze landed on what he was going to call living art. There was a man near the middle of the line who was tall, dark and handsome. Lucifer didn't pay enough attention to what he was doing and managed to spill some of the abandoned drink he had intended to throw out onto himself.
“Shit! Good going Lucifer.” Hissing angrily at himself while grabbing a napkin and trying to dry the soon-to-be-stain from his shirt, he missed the tall man shoot him a look. Lucifer was too embarrassed to even bother looking back up and shuffled back to the now clean table. Well, at least now he could do what he went there for instead of making a fool of himself.
Or at least that was the plan.
While the blond man got lost in trying the food and typing on his laptop, the aforementioned tall, dark and handsome man got his order and walked over to the occupied table. Leaning forward, and rather close to the blonde’s ear, he asked. “Mind if I sit with you?”
Lucifer practically jumped out of his skin, as not only was he not prepared for someone to talk to him, he definitely didn't expect someone to practically speak into ear. Turning to face the man who spoke, his lips barely grazed the other’s cheek since he had yet to move away, which caused Lucifer to panic even more and push himself away, right onto the ground with a small thud.
The tall man smirked with a small chuckle before he placed his own coffee down and helped the other back up. “My sincerest apologies, I didn’t mean to startle you... Mr…”
“Morningstar. Uh, Lucifer that is.” Once he was seated in his chair again, he took a breath before using a hand to show the other he was allowed to sit in the unoccupied seat.
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Morningstar. The name is Alastor, it is of my utmost apologies that I startled you so thoroughly, I didn’t think one as small as a mouse would be just as skittish."
Lucifer waved off the apology, and gave the man a sheepish smile before it turned into a frown. “Think nothing of it Alastor, you are welcome to sit here but I do have work so I hope you don’t think me rude. It’s also probably not wise to insult someone you just met, it sets a poor first impression.”
Alastor shrugged, and picked up his coffee cup before opening his book. The tanned man didn't actually read anything and instead chose to people watch. He really didn’t care for idle chit chat or starting a conversation on his own, so he just enjoyed taking in his surroundings. Truth be told he really only wanted to enjoy one specific sight which happened to be a short, easily startled, blonde who he now knew was named Lucifer.
Said blonde was trying very hard to not look at the man before him. He was slim, but not too slim, with broad shoulders, deep chocolate eyes, soft curly brown hair and light caramel skin. All this and he was tall?! This Alastor guy surely was God’s favourite. Huffing, Lucifer popped in an ear bud once more, as it had fallen out when he took a tumble to the floor, and pressed play on his phone to restart his unfinished podcast.
Now, Alastor found himself to be charming, or at least that is what others had told him, so when this petit blue eyed blonde decided to ignore him in favour of listening to something on the cell phone, well, needless to say Alastor was miffed. That was until he caught sight of the playlist Lucifer was listening to.
A serial killer podcast, at least that was what he saw flash on the screen before it went dark.
He definitely could work with that. He too happened to like crime podcasts, though probably for a very different reason than this angelic looking figure.
‘Oh, this will be fun.’
Lucifer made it about fifteen minutes into writing before he could not take the eyes staring at him anymore. Slamming his laptop closed, he pulled his ear buds out and huffed at the man who looked like nothing wrong ever happened in his world. “Can I actually help you?”
“Hmm?” A smile spread across Alastor’s face at the sudden fire in the short man’s eyes. Lucifer felt his eye twitch at the response he got along with a stupid annoyingly cute smile.
“Apologies.” Obvious lie. “I was just rather interested in your choice of listening material. Aren’t serial killer podcasts a thing that young women tend to like rather than one such as yourself?”
Did this bitch insult him without even really saying anything?! The nerve! “Podcasts are for everyone to enjoy, thank you very much! And it’s really none of your business what I listen to as I don’t even know you. Also, I'm not that old. If I wanted to, I could watch Bananas in Pyjamas and no one could say shit.”
Alastor didn’t know, nor did he want to know, what the hell Bananas in Pyjamas were. Instead of really fighting back, his smile just grew as he put his chin on his hand and his elbow on the table to observe the short tempered man for a bit longer. “Hmmmm, I was merely pointing out that young women listen to it more, I meant nothing by it. How could I when I too find them quite fascinating? I like to try and figure out what got them started, why they chose their victim. How did they so easily get caught?”
Lucifer was caught off guard again, though at least he didn't fall on the floor this time. These questions probably would’ve been a red flag to most, but to him it wasn’t since he too wondered these things. He also wanted to know how, after all these forensic shows, could they be so dumb. How did they not think through their murders or clean up better?
Just as he was about to respond, the taller man looked at his wristwatch, stood up, bowed slightly, as if he were a gentleman from a bygone era, and left after tossing his cup into the trash.
“See you around, Luci.”
The door to the cafe closed, leaving a speechless Lucifer sitting there. What just happened?! Was he insulted? Did this man engage with him just to leave before Lucifer could give his two cents worth of conversation? When did he say this man could call him Luci?
“ARGH! I can't even look him up! He didn’t give me his last name! C’mon Morningstar!” Seeing as he wouldn't be able to do any more work in the cafe today without being frazzled, he packed up his stuff and made his way back home to work from there. Once again missing the eyes trained on him.
After making it home, he noticed a slight breeze inside and, while he didn’t mind the fresh air, he never left windows open when he left his place. Ultimately, he chalked it up to being in a rush to get to the cafe earlier and didn’t put much more thought into it.
A week passed since the run in with the cafe stranger and Lucifer honestly didn't think about it much. He was too preoccupied with researching the missing person cases with renewed interest as an alligator was found biting down on a leg. Said leg was later found out to belong to another prominent white male known as Arthur Clarke who had gone missing a few days before Viktor.
While the short blonde was used to looking for clues of dead ends and very cold case files for his podcast, having an actual direction on where to look and start digging was amazing. However, he did keep getting occasionally distracted as he felt like someone was watching him lately and it was unnerving.
What kept the older man on edge was the fact not one, but two, of his things had gone missing from his place. The first was rather obvious, at least to him. It was his bottle of cologne. Normally, it wouldn't have been a big deal, but having to go out somewhere fancy meant he wanted to look and smell his best in hopes that a prideful showing would knock a few people down a peg or two. The other wasn’t as big of a deal and he assumed he lost his favourite pair of socks in the laundry. It sucked, but he was more concerned about how the bottle of cologne got up and walked out.
Lucifer tried to put it out of his mind as he had something even more unpleasant planned for the evening than some stranger in a dark abyss watching him or a missing item or two. Blue eyes looked up to the sign of the restaurant that was boldly labeled “Dante’s Inferno.” Of course that prick would pick this place. Walking into the restaurant to meet up with the last person he wanted to be in contact with, he had a one-on-one with Vincent Whittman.
It turned out that the news broadcaster heard about his crime podcast and wanted to share details. It was more likely that the man was going to try and take all of Lucifer's information for himself as the news reporter was known to do that, though no one would dare say that bit of information out loud.
Once they were both seated and drink orders were taken, Lucifer crossed his arms and leaned back in his seat. “So, to what do I owe this pleasure, Vance?” Of course he knew the man's name but it always made him smile when people reacted with barely contained rage at being so easily forgotten.
“Haha oh Morningstar, I'm pretty sure you know it's Vincent.” He laughed loudly and made a show of leaning forward on the table. “What's with the hostility? I just wanted to chat, reporter to…uh.. reporter.”
Vincent would not take the insult of being called the wrong name lying down. He worked too hard to get to the top, but he could play somewhat nice for now.
Casually sipping on the water provided the blonde just raised his eyebrows. Waiting for more. “I know for a fact you and I have something in common. You’re researching the missing person cases. “
“Mmhm, so what if I am?”
“Well Lucifer, Lu, can I call you Lu? We could make a deal and help each other out. It’s for the good of public safety after all.”
Lucifer took in the mannerisms of the other, the tone of voice and the forced smile, and picked up his menu instead of answering him. He hummed a bit, looking at the options, and only when he decided on what he wanted did he feel the other deserved a response. “Vlad, how about you tell me what you know so that I can decide if my information can help you?”
“I am not entirely sure that's fair, Lu.” Vincent narrowed his gaze, a frown slipping onto his face.
“I never said I was playing fair. In fact, I am pretty sure the only information you have is the stuff you put on air and, to be quite frank, it's not a lot nor is it good information. Triple V News might like you, but you aren't really into digging deep for answers. You want something easy and gift wrapped for you before you dispose of the messenger. I’m very aware of your tactics, Vinny.”
Pausing to give the waiter his order and, hell, even ordered something for his companion, Lucifer smiled before shifting his gaze back to the man with different coloured eyes. “Unlike you, TV man, I have the money and family name to dig faster and deeper. So, I won’t sell out my information to you.”
Vincent’s face became several lovely shades of red and purple from being spoken to like that. He opened his mouth to say something when a smooth voice answered instead from just behind Lucifer. “Hmmm. Wealth and power, how enticing, but shouldn’t you be more careful about letting that information out, considering all the missing people. You never know who could be listening.”
Lucifer jumped a mile high when he heard the voice and turned to see the tall,tanned man leaning on his chair. His mouth went dry. Why was he here? Was he just threatened? But, more importantly, did this man get hotter?!
Alastor casually pulled a chair from a different table to sit rather close to Lucifer and just smiled, as if he was supposed to be there all along.
“Ugh, and what are you doing here?” All the bravado Vincent had, even after being talked down to, seemed to fizzle away as both men focused on the newcomer.
“Is that how you greet your old pal? Such hostility, I only came over to give you a grand ol’ salutation.” Looking at Lucifer, his smile softened just a bit. “Some people can't be trained to play well with others I'm afraid.”
Vincent seemed to forget that Lucifer was even at the table as he stood up, slamming both hands down upon the table, and almost growled in anger at the brunette. “You don’t have the right to be chummy with me after what you did!! Why are you even here? Are you stalking me?”
The strangled laugh the blonde let out was concerned, though mostly just for the other patrons of the restaurant. Lucifer sank in his chair a little, he had never seen Vincent get so undone, and Alastor didn’t even say all that much.
Brown eyes shifted to look at the sinking blonde with a smile before giving Vincent his attention. “Hardly. I dare say, I didn’t even know you were on TV until someone told me. As for why I’m here,” Alastor reached over to cupped Lucifer’s cheek, which made the shorter male sit straighter out of shock. “I came because I saw a damsel in distress.”
Three things happened simultaneously. The first being that Vincent let out a strange sound, saying something under his breath, before turning to leave. The second was Lucifer becoming beet red before declaring he was not, in fact, a damsel. And the third was the blonde realizing that a familiar scent of cologne wafted into his nose as Vincent pushed past Alastor. After a few moments, everything calmed down enough that the waiter felt it safe to return to the table, placing two plates down. “Will your companion be coming back sir? Or do you wish to have this wrapped up?”
Alastor answered, standing from the borrowed chair to put it back before taking Vincent’s now empty seat. “Just leave the dish here, and please get me a nice red to pair with this delicious plate.”
Lucifer nodded to the waiter to tell him to do as the other asked. He tried to start a sentence several times before letting out a laugh.
“Look, I’ll allow you to eat with me.” He got an eyebrow raise from the man across from him while he was already putting a piece of steak into his mouth. “In return you have to tell me your last name.”
Once the terms of the meal was agreed upon, Alastor and Lucifer ended up talking for several hours. Laughing as Alastor shared stories about knowing Vincent when he was growing up and how he tried to give himself a nickname of ‘Vox’ though it never stuck.
Alastor escorted Lucifer half of the way home as the short blonde’s apartment was in the richer part of town while his own residence was in the more affordable area. Coizier in his own opinion.
For the first time in a week, Lucifer didn’t feel like he had eyes on him as he made his way home, and for the first time in forever he felt excited by the prospect of a new friend.
A month had passed with no new missing persons, no leads and no Vincent, but strangely there was an uptick in how much Lucifer saw Alastor. The man seemed to pop up in the most unlikely of places, often saving him from an awkward encounter. When he realized too late that he’d forgotten his wallet and couldn’t pay for groceries, the man was there. When Lucifer needed someone to help with his dead car battery, Alastor appeared with the tools needed.
And when the object of Lucifer’s growing obsession wasn’t there, he was positive he felt eyes on him following his every move. He didn’t feel safe during the night and, oddly, it was a feeling he couldn’t shake even during the day. Perhaps his crime podcast was getting to him and he was becoming a bit paranoid, but it was hard to ignore when the old pocket watch he got as a gift also went missing upon coming home to find his door unlocked. This was all a bit unsettling.
Needless to say, he was glad of the younger man’s random appearances so he didn't have to feel the eyes watching and, instead, could focus on the eyes he wanted to watch him.
The friendship between the two grew with each encounter until Lucifer decided he was going to see if they could officially exchange phone numbers so that they could text. He planned to ask the moment Alastor showed up to their planned meeting at the library. The blonde, of course, showed up a half hour early after having tried on at least seven different outfits, deciding on a casual look of plain blue jeans and a purposefully baggy sweater. It wasn’t a date, he had to keep telling himself, but it might as well have been with how Lucifer was acting.
“Stupid over-thinking. It’s fine, he likes you, it's not like it matters what you wear.” Lucifer mumbled to himself as he chewed on his thumb’s nail. “He asked you to go to this library, stop panicking. Things will be fine. You got this.”
There was a pause before he laughed at himself, “Gotta stop telling myself I got this. I never got this. What I got is anxiety.”
Lucifer buried his head in his hands making a whine sound, he was absolutely hopeless and talking to himself sure wouldn’t make him look sane either. As if on cue, a shadow loomed over the short man chuckling softly at the distress the other was in. “I can come back if you need to give yourself a better pep talk.”
Not only did Lucifer jump as he looked up towards the voice, but he blushed in embarrassment before narrowing his gaze and pointing a finger at the man. “How long have you been lurking, creep! I told you to stop sneaking up on me.”
“My sincerest apologies, I forgot how weak an elderly heart is.” Alastor smirked moving away and ushering the small blonde over to the doors of the library.
“I’m not that old, thank you. Plus, I’m not the one that wanted to go to the library of all places. Could you not have just looked up whatever it was on your phone? It’s faster.”
“And miss the riveting conversation I was privy too? I don’t think so.” Sweeping his hair out of his eyes, Alastor led Lucifer to the section with DIY books. “Plus, admit it, you’re glad I asked you here because you enjoy hearing my voice.”
Lucifer could think of many things he wanted to hear that voice say but instead crossed his arms with a petulant pout and looked away from the taller man.
Their conversation easily went back and forth between actual dialogue and slight bickering, all the while Alastor looked up how to fix random things from books rather than going to the internet. By the time they were ready to leave, it was close to dinner time and Alastor checked out three books on repairing radios, how to build a sturdy raft and something about plants. Lucifer didn’t question any of it knowing Alastor was a very particular person with strange hobbies.
“Ah, well look at the time, I’d say we should do dinner but I am afraid I am needed elsewhere. Shall we see each other at the cafe in a few days?” The taller man took his glasses off and pulled out a pocket square to clean them off.
“It’s alright, and sure!” Lucifer smiled and waved. He focused on the cloth the man pulled out, the pattern looked familiar, maybe he had a pair of socks with the same pattern or something. Or at least he used to. He didn’t give the thought much more time as Alastor turned to walk away and his brain screamed at him for forgetting what he was going to ask the other for. “H-Hey! Wait! Alastor… we should.. Exchange numbers so.. We can keep in contact ..say if we get busy or something.”
The younger man turned to face the other looking him up and down as if trying to understand if that was a real suggestion. “Uh, I… don’t really use a cellphone much.”
“Oh, well that's okay, W-we don't have to, it was just a thought. Ha ha!” He was already starting to go down a spiraling path from how awkward the man had looked.Lucifer had basically been rejected so yeah, it wasn't going to be easy to recover from this humiliation. Alastor shook his head, it honestly would be nice to have a way to contact the man if needed though he didn’t like technology much. Sure he had a phone, but it was a flip phone that could text and call people. That was about it. He never liked the idea of carrying around a ‘smart’ phone.
“I didn’t say no. I just don’t really do the entire social media thing, but if you want… you can call me.” Alastor was hesitant as he didn’t like giving his number away, however the thought of being able to call Lucifer anytime he wanted sounded absolutely delightful. It was also worth it to see how the short man instantly seemed to glow with happiness as he rushed over so they could exchange numbers.
Lucifer knew Alastor didn’t like texting because he was told as such, but that did not stop him from messaging the man almost every spare moment. He would text novels of things he watched, someone he bumped into, a pancake recipe, things he found funny and when he felt like the thing that was watching him felt more like a stalker. In turn Alastor would send perfectly written sentences, at least one for every fifty the excitable man sent, but he would mostly phone Lucifer and let the older man talk his ear off, which he chuckled at or put his own two cents in.
What he never seemed to actively comment on was the ‘stalker’ or the things the blonde seemed to say had gone missing which, given the shared interest in crime shows and podcasts, was strange. Lucifer never seemed to focus on the lack of response on the topic while Alastor figured he had nothing to add if the blonde wasn't going to involve the police.
Besides the text and calling spree, Alastor still seemed to pop up a lot wherever he happened to be. The only really strange thing that had happened was, after one of their library ‘dates,’ Lucifer randomly found one sock from the pair that went missing months ago on the floor near his own foot. Though he didn’t for a second think it was anything to do with Alastor, he was more impressed with the power of static cling. At least until Alastor pulled the pocket square with the same pattern once more to clean his glasses. “Hey, Luce, do you want to go to the cafe to get something to eat before we part ways?
Lucifer snapped out of his musing over the sock and pocket square to look at Alastor with the biggest deer caught in headlights expression. Alright, this was more of a date than all the other times they went out together surely. Nodding dumbly he let Alastor lead them from the library to his car and drove in silence, save for the radio that was turned on.
“The police are asking for any information regarding Gabriel Rodrigo Gama. He was last seen getting into his car after work and supposedly on his way home. His wife, Lucinda, says he was wearing a dark polo shirt and khaki pants. He drives a mauve Bugatti and he was last seen in the downtown area-” Alastor switched the radio to jazz, having enough of the radio report.
“Gabriel… where have I heard that name before?!” Since it was a rhetorical question, he picked up his phone and looked through several websites. “Alastor, he struck again. I am sure of it.”
“Who?”
“The ‘kidnapper’ who I was telling you is a murderer, which you would know if you listened to my podcast once in a while. Anyway! Gabriel Rodrigo Gama was one of the wealthiest wine makers in the country. I remember his name because he was going to be on trial in several months for abuse allegations. Just like Viktor Sheffield was going to go on trial for taking hand outs to ignore certain environmental laws, and allegedly taking bribes for the next election. And just like Arthur Clarke who was on house arrest for smuggling women in and out of the city to be brides to the highest bidders!”
Alastor tightened his hold on the steering wheel, purposefully not looking at his companion as he tried to keep himself composed. “What makes you think they are all connected? Other than them being rich and dumb, they have nothing linking them together.”
“They’re all rich jerks that need to be taught a lesson, but society won't do shit because they can pay their way out!”
The brunette parked his car in the cafe parking lot before finally turning to look at a furiously typing Lucifer. “That is not really going to hold up in court, you know?”
Blue eyes turned to brown and he took in how serious the other looked. Alastor usually had a smile, even if it was slight, however this was the most serious face he has ever seen.
“I never said it would. I just… it’s a theory. One I am pretty adamant about, but still a theory.” Despite his size, the car was suddenly feeling far too small, especially with the look the younger man was giving. Fumbling around for the door handle making sure the car was parked and turned off Lucifer opened the door and climbed out, trying to act natural though he was very weirded out at that moment.
Alastor, on the other hand, casually climbed out of the car and did like he always did, ushering Lucifer ahead and into the building they intended to enter with a smile back on his face.
They both ate, had small talk and Alastor dropped Lucifer off at his apartment.
It only occurred to Lucifer as he got ready for bed that he never once told Alastor where he lived all this time, and he never once said it today. How did the man know where to drop him off?!
After months of compiling evidence towards the ‘kidnapper’ who he was sure was also a murderer since there was no way they were still alive. Also collecting evidence that Alastor wasn't who he seemed to be, Lucifer was about to find out exactly what this man was up to. Or at least he had planned to but, after many ‘dates,’ the tall, dark and handsome man asked him out, so maybe he could have one official date before he learned the ugly truth of who Alastor was.
Of course, something had to go wrong on the official date.
The ‘something wrong,’ however, was more of someone. Lucifer was quite happy having not heard from Vincent Whittman in a long while but, oh, there was that fake laugh that still managed to try and command a room. Alastor pretended not to notice as he offered Lucifer a chair before taking his own. Both men seemed to be determined to not let the possibility of having to put up with an annoyance ruin things. They hoped that since the four-eyed annoyance was preoccupied with laughing and drinking at the bar, they would be free of his presence.
About an hour in, a drunken slurred voice approached their table. Laughter died down as Lucifer glared when Vincent rested a hand on Alastor’s shoulder. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t the shorty and his guard dog. What are you both doing here? Come to congratulate me on my success? I’ve been promoted after all!”
Alastor shrugged off the hand on his shoulder, which caused the other man to stumble, splashing his drink all over him. Lucifer’s eyes widened as the red wine slowly seeped through the fabric of his shirt. He looked at Alastor who smiled softly.
“Ignore it, I’ll buy you a new shirt.”
The drunk drunk bitch seemed not to take the hint as Alastor stood from the table and whirled to look at Vincent, who was now leaning on a chair, while Lucifer just watched.
“Oh, that’s what gets you angry? Calling your date short? I could do worse.” As if to prove a point no one really cared about, Vincent moved over to Lucifer and leaned in close to cup his face. “I could treat you better than he does. Where you would have to buy Alastor shirts, I could buy you the finest shirts and wine and not care about spilling!”
Lucifer didn’t care about fine shirts or wine. He was honestly just done with this loser but, before he had a chance to say much of anything, the man leaned in even further as if he was going in for a kiss.
Alastor, though he was composed for all intents and purposes, said nothing at this display as he threw money on the table, shoved Vincent away and grabbed Lucifer’s hand so that they could both leave. The short man had never seen Alastor look so pissed, but he was grateful that he was spared kissing the pompous loser.
Lucifer was upset he didn't realize that a stupid TV man could end the date he had been so excited for. No movie or other plans, nope, it looked like they were on the way back to his apartment.
Once in front of his door, Alastor moved to grab the older man’s hand to kiss the back of it like an old school gentleman. This action was enough for the blue eyed blonde to catch the scent the other was wearing. It was different from the normal stuff he wore and he was accustomed to. Lucifer sniffed at the air causing Alastor to pull away with a raised eyebrow.
“Can I help you?”
“You smell familiar, but different."
“What are you a dog? Silly Lucifer, it's called cologne.” The tall man smirked, dropping Lucifer’s hand and backed away slightly just to give them a normal amount of distance between them, nothing weird.
“Right, it’s just that you smell like something I used to wear.”
“Well, it's possible for two people to have the same type of cologne.” He smiled as he fished a pocket watch out of his pants pocket. This only endeared Lucifer to the man more. He had such an affinity for the old ways that made things like a pocket watch seem normal. It was only when the watch was put away did Lucifer realize that the time piece also seemed familiar to him though, to his knowledge, this was the first time he saw the man with it.
With a slight bow, Alastor promised to talk to Lucifer tomorrow and Lucifer smiled happily with a wave, waiting for Alastor to leave before he swiftly entered his apartment to look for the watch that he had lost. It had been a very quick search, as he never wore it, and the only possible place it could have been was behind a dresser. When that turned up empty, Lucifer rushed to his window to open it. He wanted to see if he could catch Alastor, maybe confront him with the weird coincidences. Instead, Lucifer watched as Alastor stood in front of his apartment building and called someone.
“...you have twenty minutes to get rid of your Floozy, leave the restaurant and meet me at your place.”
Lucifer furrowed his brow and frowned. This whole evening was a whirlwind of events that didn't make sense.
Screw it! He was going to find out what the hell was going on.
Alastor did nothing more than light a cigarette before looking at the time. Noting idly that forty-five minutes had passed and the dumbass brown noser was late. Just moments after checking the time, lights from a familiar looking car lit up the driveway making Lucifer duck further into the bushes he was hiding in.
The blonde had followed Alastor from his apartment all the way to this rather fancy looking house in a better part of the neighbourhood. Once the car door opened Lucifer’s jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. Alastor not only called this person, walked to their house, but he also ditched him on their date for... for Vincent!!
With a narrowed gaze he watched as the TV news anchor stood unsteadily on his feet.
Of course the man was still drunk.
‘Too bad he couldn't have gotten into a car crash.’ It took no time at all for Vincent to drape himself over his Alastor, laughing loudly about getting him in the end. Lucifer couldn't see Alastor’s face or hear the response given to the drunk, so he just chose to pout. He moved when the tall brunette went to push Vicent back into the car, only instead of into the driver's seat, it was into the passenger seat, which gave the small man all the time he needed to sneak into the back seat and hide under some of Vincent’s dry cleaning.
Lucifer couldn't even be amused by the time it took to wrangle the lanky bastard into the seat since he was too upset to enjoy Alastor’s struggle. Neither occupant knew where Alastor was taking them, the older of the three didn’t dare turn on his phone, in case it drew attention to his hiding spot, while Vincent was talking about how Alastor didn’t need to be jealous of the almost kiss, as he really only wanted Alastor’s attention. This made the blonde want to punch him.
After about an hour's drive, the car finally pulled to a stop and the brunette leaned in towards Vincent.
“Let me tell you one thing, sweetheart. We are never going to be a thing, you are never going to touch Lucifer again and I am very much going to enjoy the rest of this evening. You might say that you are going to be a part of an unforgettable evening.” Alastor smiled, which made him sound way more friendly than the veiled threats were, though Lucifer couldn’t place how the words were a threat he just knew a chill went down his spine when his name was mentioned.
Vincent relished the closeness while ignoring what he was being told, only choosing to hear ‘unforgettable evening,’ that is until Alastor reached the rest of the way across him and opened the passenger door causing the intoxicated man to tumble backwards onto muddy ground.
“What the hell Alastor?!” He struggled to stand as his designer shoes couldn’t seem to find purchase in the slick ground.
“Oh dear, my bad.” Alastor shifted in his seat stretching a bit before opening his own door to climb out and admire the forested bayou in front of them.
Lucifer peaked out only a fraction, so that he could try and see what was going on when his eyes caught Alastor as the man walked in front of the idling car. He was illuminated by the lights and, somehow, it gave the tall man a very eerie look. Not to mention, the handsome face now had a sinister smile as he pulled a switch blade from a pocket with ease.
“Run.”
That was all Alastor needed to say. The look, the knife, the fact they were in the middle of god knows where, Vincent didn’t need to be told twice. Finally managing to scramble up to his feet he took off in a random direction.
Lucifer silently waited until the only sounds he heard for at least ten minutes were that of the surrounding nature before he crawled out from the car as well. He shut the door gently and quietly as possible. He had done enough podcasts and watched enough crime shows to know that he had to look for tracks so that he could stalk- no, follow the two men, at a safe distance.
He was very unsure if the murderous gaze on Alastor was hot or not. Sure he didn’t condone killing, even if he did wish for Vincent to get into a car crash earlier, but there was just something about the confidence and shift in personality that had the blonde seeking out Alastor more so than the presumed new victim. He wanted to see more of this cold and calculating man.
It thankfully didn’t take too long to find both men, though it did look like in the short while Vincent did give a good fight. Both men were dirty, Alastor’s shirt was ripped while the other was on his back staring up at the brunette with fear in his eyes.
“A-Alastor please! Don’t do this.” Vincent begged loudly and without pride to be spared, but Alastor just chuckled while standing over him.
“Oh, dear, you sound just like all the others, begging for their useless life. But truth be told Vince, this is the best thing you can do for the public, become food for animals, fertilizer for plants, it's much better than spewing hot air like you normally do.”
The muddy news anchor begged for Alastor to stop in every manner he could think of; bribing with money, swearing to leave Lucifer alone, swearing to never reveal what he learned, promising to turn down his promotion and move to a different city, but none of it seemed to work. Alastor simply listened to the begging as if it was music to his ears before in a swift motion ended the man’s life
There was no pomp and circumstance, he was efficient with it. A practiced ease.
Lucifer tried to get closer, if only a fraction, when his foot slipped and caused him to make a frantic but hushed sound of panic. But that was all that was needed for Alastor’s gaze to whip towards him with a deer caught in the headlights type look.
“Fuck.” He hadn’t known he was followed, normally he was more prepared. How did this happen? Of course it had to be Lucifer. He had not been given time to even formulate a proper sentence before the blond turned tail and ran. Alastor took one look at Vincent and sighed because he hated to leave a job only half finished before he leapt to his feet and gave chase.
The blonde wasn’t stupid enough to beg to be spared, hell he wasn’t stupid enough to bank on anything like trying to pull out his phone and call the police. No, he wasn’t stupid like that, however he did manage to find himself deeper into the trees and fauna of the bayou, not at all close to where the car had been.
He thanked whatever higher or lower power had him in their thoughts since he managed to not be caught yet. Alastor specifically took Vincent here, which only meant he was comfortable with the surroundings, the man was also a billion feet tall which meant he had longer strides in which to catch up. Lucifer’s lungs were burning before long, but he couldn’t slow down. He took a chance to look behind himself, glad and worried to not see or hear Alastor following him. The relief lasted only so long as he managed to run into an entire building.
Lucifer’s body bounced off the outer wall with such force that it took a moment for him to understand what happened. Once he did he realized this shack was perfectly hidden, in the trees and brush, like it once stood on its own but was now becoming one with nature. Well, whatever, he would take a mysterious shack over continuing to run, as he didn’t think his legs would carry him much further now that they had been forcefully stopped.
Standing up with the slight wobble of a baby deer just learning to walk, the older man made his way to the other side of the run down building trying to look for a door in the dark. Once finding it, he opened it and slipped inside.
Lucifer didn't know how long he was in the shack, but he did know one thing; it was long enough for his adrenaline to run dry, his legs to turn to mush and for his eyelids to droop. He could only hope that he was hidden away under the table in a dark corner well enough that he could sleep in safety until the morning, when Alastor would surely be gone.
When Lucifer awoke, it was because he felt warm and heard the crackle of fire. For a second, his heart rate picked up while thinking that the shack was on fire. He tried to get up only to find his legs still felt like jelly, sore from the running and cramping from being tucked under him as he slept. His panic seemed to delight the other occupant of the now lit up shack.
The blonde shimmied out from under the table to see that the place was not on fire, but rather it just had an active fire roaring in the fireplace while the tall brunette he had tried to escape was sitting on a chair reading.
“Nice of you to join the world of the living Lucifer.” Casually, Alastor set the book aside trying to gauge the reaction of the skittish older man. Unlike Vincent, he really didn’t want to harm Lucifer. He was too entertaining, too soft. He made his way to the blonde and crouched down so that he wasn't looming over him as much.
“You saw something you shouldn’t have, you know. I have to do something about that.”
Lucifer smirked, putting on airs even though his heart hammered against his chest. “Yeah well, you won’t kill me.”
“What makes you so sure?”
Lucifer paused trying to think of a reason for why he was sure when he spotted a wall of pictures and a table with trinkets. “I’m not your type.”
Chuckling, Alastor closed the distance even more as he sat on the ground and pulled Lucifer closer. “My type?”
“Yeah,” the blonde motioned to the other wall, though Alastor didn’t turn to look at it. “Your type; rich, over privileged males who are shit people of society.”
A smile inched its way onto the blonde's face. “I was right though wasn’t I? The kidnapped victims are dead?”
Alastor was somewhat amused by the sudden cocky attitude, daring to ask such a question when he could really off the blonde. “I don’t have a list of types but, if I did, you’d definitely be on it. Pretty, short, annoying, and a know-it-all blonde.”
“You think I'm pretty?” Okay, sure now wasn’t the time to focus on that, it was time to get away, but Alastor saying he was pretty and ‘know-it-all’, told him he was right and he was at least on a very specific type of list. This knowledge made his spine tingle, as if telling him to move closer, and he did with little thought.
Alastor fought down a blush as he brought a hand to Lucifer’s chest as if to push him away only for it to still against firm muscles. His own brain seemed to stop for a moment, the other man felt so warm and that smile was doing things to him that he normally didn’t feel.
“Oh come on Alastor, you did such a good job, not even the police caught you, no one caught you. Hell, had you not raced away from my apartment, I wouldn’t have caught you.”
“I-” Honestly, the praise made his heart flutter, it was stupid but he couldn’t help feeling powerful, smart and well smart. “Thanks?”
He moved his hand upwards, fingers gently skimming along Lucifer's throat as he leaned in closer. “I have to say your stalking abilities were top notch. I didn’t even notice you there until you slipped. And that’s saying something since I’m quite the experienced stalker myself.”
The blonde’s breath hitched in his throat at the light touch, leaning his head away a bit to give the fingers more area to explore. He felt blood rush straight to his crotch making his pants begin to feel tight. “Wasn’t exactly hard, you were very focused on Vincent.”
“I’m focused on you now, let’s not bring him up.” Being this close to the other, Alastor couldn't help but smell the fresh earthy scent of the bayou on him but somehow he still had the sweet scent of apples. Perhaps it had been the killing, or the thrill of a chase, he didn't know but he did lean forward until he found his mouth around Lucifer’s neck, biting him just hard enough to leave a mark.
Lucifer jumped at the contact and let out a rather sinful sound as shivers of excitement shot down his spine. He hadn’t known what to expect from Alastor getting that close, but that sure wasn't it, and by the reaction of Alastor quickly pulling away, apparently it wasn't a very thought out action by him either.
Staring into each other's eyes a silent conversation seemed to happen and Lucifer found himself sprawled on the floor, with Alastor on top of him, mouth and teeth attacking him like a rabid animal. Only with less blood since Alastor wasn't trying to kill him.
A large hand found itself up under Lucifer’s already rumpled shirt, fingers exploring the expanse of skin, gliding along feeling every muscle, every shiver. He couldn’t help but think the blonde underneath him made lovely sounds that he wanted to hear more of. So, he made quick work of pulling off Lucifer’s shirt before attaching his mouth to the newly exposed skin, delivering the same nips and kisses he had given the man’s neck.
Lucifer had no idea how the switch flipped from compliments to this, but he wasn’t complaining. He allowed the taller man to take control as he slipped his fingers into his brown curls. He wanted to take time just to absorb the moment but, when he felt teeth bite as his nipple, all bets were off. Moaning the other’s name he tugged at Alastor’s hair so that he would move back up towards his face.
“A-Al, please don’t tease..”
Alastor smirked, as if he was going to listen to that request. Pulling his own shirt off and tossing it on the floor, he let his eyes roam. He took in how flushed Lucifer already was, how he was squirming as if to get away though not hard enough to make either of them think he didn't want this. Lucifer very much wanted this.
“Tell you what Lucifer, if you can make it out the door then I won’t tease you, but if, and only if, you make it.” Alastor then climbed off of Lucifer and started counting down from ten.
Grinning, the blonde barely managed to stand, how dare he start this type of game when they both were half dressed and clearly in need. Nevertheless, once on his feet he ran to the door, which honestly wasn't that far away, and turned to smile at Alastor, only to see a rather predatory grin.
Opening the door Lucifer dashed out with a laugh. “You’ll never catch me!”
Alastor waited for a few moments before getting up and walking out of the cabin to find Lucifer. The man left so many obvious tracks it would be hard to not find him so he took a leisurely pace, whistling all the while. It was only when he spotted the blonde through the trees did he stop to crouch, watching to see what the other was doing.
“How did I get lost already?”
Ah, well that made sense, sneaking up on the short man wasn't really that hard as his steps were muffled by the other sounds of nature.
Standing up behind Lucifer he leaned down to the man’s ear. “Caught you.”
Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s arm and turned around so that they were going in the direction of the cabin, but Lucifer broke away, tumbling a bit into the mud only to get up and dash away.
Alastor didn’t take his time now, he chased after the small man at top speed, both of them running through the trees, both laughing at how absurd it was. That was until Lucifer found himself face to face with the cabin door, he had no time to open it as Alastor ran up behind him and pressed the man into the wood.
“I caught you now for real this time.” Both were panting and out of breath, but that didn't stop Alastor from pulling Lucifer into a kiss and away from the door so they both would enter the building again. The brunette walked them both to the nearest surface which was a table against the wall.
The kiss was only broken for air, before they attacked each other's lips again, adrenaline coursing through their veins. Alastor made quick work of ridding Lucifer of muddy pants and underwear. Not even taking a moment to admire, there would be time later, Alastor wrapped his hand around Lucifer’s rather erect cock and gave it a good stroke from base to tip.
Lucifer only pulled from the kiss to moan and wrap his legs around Alastor’s waist. The small cat and mouse game seemed to get them both in the mood.
“Get ah- your pants off!”
The taller man simply chuckled because the legs around his waist made it a bit difficult for him to comply with the demand, but he managed it in the end, undoing his own pants and pushing them down. Though after that all he did was go back to kissing the expanse of Lucifer’s chest to listen to the man whine and beg for more.
Lucifer in between moans and pleased gasp muttered something about how Alastor was still teasing him. Not that the blonde actually cared. He was enjoying himself but, the more he was teased, the more Alastor leisurely stroked his cock and he felt himself nearing completion. And, if that wasn't embarrassing enough knowing how little effort had brought him this far, then it was surely the loud whine that came out of his throat when Alastor pulled away.
Alastor pulled Lucifer's legs from around his waist and flipped the man over so the blonde's chest was flat against the table, his legs dangled a bit because of how short he was, which only made the taller man hunger more to be inside him. To completely dominate the petite man.
Kneading the mounds of flesh Alastor had to admit to himself that the blonde had a nice ass, spreading the cheeks and leaning forward he swirled his tongue along the rim of Lucifer's ass hole before he plunged his tongue deep into the man.
While Alastor thought of how he never would have thought that he would do something like this, much less enjoy it, all thoughts were quickly swept away by the absolutely lewd sounds the blonde was making. It only made him thrust his tongue in and out of the tight hole making his own dick twitch with need. Pulling away once again, the brunette smirked at the now glistening hole before he leaned over Lucifer's back to whisper in the man's ear.
“You know, once I do this Lucifer, you will be but my caged little dove. No longer free. Instead, you'll be mine and only mine.” Alastor had replaced his tongue with slick fingers, never once letting Lucifer feel neglected.
“Clip my damn, ah- wings then and fuck me!”
Moving Lucifer more to the edge of the table so his ass could line up better. Alastor slowly pushed inside of the smaller man, wishing he had lube on hand rather than just saliva. Well, there was always next time. As it was, he took it slower than either probably would have liked, but he could tell that the blonde was forcing himself not to squirm at the sensation.
Once fully inside, Alastor paused, waiting for the other to give him the go ahead. Sure he was a serial killer, but he wasn't a monster and wouldn’t move before Lucifer was ready. He had standards for himself.
It didn’t take long for Lucifer to nod a bit shakily as he looked over his shoulder at Alastor. “O-okay, you can move.”
And move Alastor did. He pulled out of the other only a bit, so that he could slam back into him with force. He wanted to hear the breathless cry and, once he was rewarded with that, he started a rather normal, relaxed pace while kissing Lucifer’s shoulders, whispering praise of how well the short man was taking him and how tight the man felt. With every compliment, he felt Lucifer’s walls tighten around him, which only made him compliment the man more. Though, even with the tender moment Alastor had a plan, and it was to let the entire bayou hear Lucifer’s voice, praise and pretty little gasps weren't going to cut it.
With no warning other than large hands being placed more firmly on Lucifer’s hips, Alastor not only picked up his pace, but he also added force behind his thrusts. Each movement causing the table under Lucifer’s chest to sway and creak dangerously.
“Scream for me my dove, let me hear your voice. Scream and let the dead be jealous that I chose to keep you alive.” Thankfully, the command sounded as he intended even while he himself was breathless and grunting.
Lucifer moaned, gasped and screamed Alastor’s name, crying out for more even though he felt his climax approaching. The table was splintering under him adding a delicious bit of pain along with the clear pleasure he was receiving. A hand snaked around the front of the blonde to grab ahold of his rather neglected member, and gave him a few vigorous strokes, trying to drive the man mad.
“Ah! Alastor… I’m going to cum!” Lucifer felt a coiling in his lower belly, as the ferocious ramming right into his prostate over and over was really doing a number on him. He was barely clinging to sanity.
Grabbing Lucifer’s hips firmly, he pulled out of the the blonde to flip him on his back, ignoring his desperate whine and the loss of warmth, though the sensation wasn't gone for long since, once Lucifer was facing him, he swiftly entered him again and began his original tempo of slowly building to faster and harder, all the while he denied Lucifer his release.
Arching, begging, squirming and his fingers clawing at Alastor’s arms did nothing but make the man fuck him harder. Lucifer was nearly in tears from his need to reach release, the pleasure he felt was so high and so deep that he knew all of his muscles would be jell-o later.
Alastor finally decided to be kind, he leaned over Lucifer to draw him into a deep, soul-searing kiss as he stroked his weeping cock again. The table underneath Lucifer however, finally had enough and cracked, in the middle, and gave way causing Alastor to wrap his arms around the blonde’s torso and bring him up so they were chest to chest. The quick movement, and Alastor being driven deeper inside was all that was needed for Lucifer to climax with an echoing cry of Alastor’s name.
Alastor didn’t last much longer, in fact, the shuddering and tightening walls made sure he came inside of Lucifer within moments. They both experienced their climax together, panting and delirious. It was all the taller man could do to stumble with Lucifer to the couch so that he could collapse onto it and ride out this euphoric feeling peacefully.
He nuzzled his face into blonde locks, figuring he could get used to this type of reward after every murder he committed as long as the blond continued to want it.
Lucifer continued his podcast, covering the kidnapper who targeted rich white men, but he always put a spin on it to keep people away from looking at the bayou or the cabin he now made frequent visits to. Vincent was chalked up to be one of those privileged white men who’d gone missing.
The podcaster also made sure to never suggest that they were murders since, after all, he didn't want to be the reason his new lover was caught.
All in all, things were now going very smoothly, though he was sure that, even though Alastor didn't have to anymore, the man was still stalking him. At least now he knew it was someone who wanted to devour him… sexually. And the blonde would always leave a window unlocked for him just in case.