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"This is getting ridiculous," Vaggi grumbled from the front desk, which was currently overrun with guests. "Has anyone seen Alastor today? We could really use his help."
The question was beginning to be a common one around the hotel but Lucifer was careful to not glance up as he listened in, keeping his eyes on the fireplace as he quietly sipped from his coffee mug.
"I thought I saw his shadow slip into his room last night," Angel answered from his perch atop the bar, "but I ain't seen him since."
"Maybe I should go check on him," Charlie said, already heading for the stairs.
"Aw, leave him alone, Charlie," Lucifer said suddenly with a grin. "If he wants to slack on his hotel duties, let him! All it's doing is proving that the hotel doesn't actually need him."
Charlie frowned at him as he chuckled and sipped his coffee again, but as soon as she turned around to help Vaggi, his smile dropped and he glanced up the stairs, an inquisitive look on his face.
Up in his room, Alastor was gripping his vanity so hard, the wood was creaking under the pressure. Even with the humidity in his room matching his home back in Louisiana, his breath came out in visible puffs as he panted harshly, staring at himself in the mirror. His shadow hovered close by, anxiety on its face.
"Cease your whining," he growled at it, pressing a hand to his feverish forehead. "It's nothing. I'll be fine by tomorrow."
He didn't know who he was trying to convince more, the shadow or himself, because truth be told, he didn't have a clue what was happening to him. Another wave of nauseating pressure rolled over him and he groaned, gripping the vanity harder as static buzzed around him. He went over everything that had occurred over the last few days and couldn't think of anything that would have caused his current predicament. He had left the hotel only once to go down to Rosie's, but that had been a run of the mill trip. He hadn't run into any other overlords on his way, he and Rosie had tea and chatted, and then he came back.
His legs threatened to give out as another hot pulse wormed its way through his body, settling solidly in his crotch.
"Ah, fuck…" He bit down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.
Never in his entire wretched existence had he ever been this aroused. He had been apathetic towards most things intimate and sexual his entire life as a human, and even in the depraved pit of hell, it still held little intrigue for him outside of a way to manipulate others (a method he rarely used himself), but even with all that considered, he still knew that what he was feeling was definitely outside the realm of 'normal', even for the most promiscuous individual. What the fuck was going on?
A rhythmic knocking at his door startled him and he quickly sent out a shadowy tendril to lock it, just in case it was one of the usual people who had no idea what privacy was, like Vaggi. The last thing he wanted was one of the hotel residents walking in to see him in such a state. He'd never live it down, and as long as they were in the hotel, they were technically under his protection, so he couldn't just kill them to keep them quiet.
"You in there, Bambi?"
Oh by all the Sins, anyone but him…
Alastor's lip curled at the sound of the king's smug voice.
"Charlie wanted to come check on you," Lucifer continued from the other side of the door, "but I, heh, I told her to let you slack off if you want to prove how unnecessary you are around here."
The edge of the vanity finally cracked under his claws as Alastor felt hot black drool start to drip from his mouth. There was only one thing that kept him from striding across the room and throwing the door open to tell the king off, and as soon as he considered doing it anyways, that thing decided to throb painfully in his pants, dragging a quiet groan out of him that he hoped Lucifer didn't hear.
The silence stretched, during which Alastor just focused on trying to slow his breathing down. The key word was 'try', because he was failing spectacularly. If anything, his breath was becoming more ragged, a full body shiver finally making him drop to a knee, his claws digging grooves into the wood of his vanity as he put his head down on the surface.
"Alright well," Lucifer said loudly, "I guess if no one sees you by tomorrow, I'll let Charlie kick in the door or something, make sure you're not dead in there."
He didn't hear Lucifer leave so much as feel it, a sort of lack of energy as it were. There was something electric about him that seemed to fill any space he was in. It wasn't like Vox's power, which was sharp and annoying like an electric fence. Standing near Lucifer often felt like you were surrounded by downed powerlines. His body seemed to always be buzzing, threatening a painful death if you touched him, but only metaphorically (as Alastor now knew to be true).
Thinking about Lucifer did nothing to distract him from the persistent hardness that desperately wanted his attention, attention he did not want to give it, but seeing as he was now reduced to just open-mouth panting on his knees with his cheek on his vanity, black drool pooling on the surface, he felt he had no choice. He undid his belt with shaking hands, gritting his teeth to the point of pain as he pulled his cock from the confines of his pants, a pathetic sound tearing out of him as he began to stroke himself.
He didn't waste time teasing himself, wanting to just get it over with, jerking himself off at a rate that bordered on painful, but it still felt so goddamn good. He refused to lift his head from the vanity, not wanting to see what he was doing, feeling repulsed by himself. He came embarrassingly fast, choking around a moan as he spilled over his hand and onto the floorboards, incredibly annoyed that he'd have to clean it up now.
On the plus side, he felt a little better, the crippling arousal satiated for the moment, even if the feverish feeling didn't go away. He stood up on shaking legs after tucking himself back into his pants and refastening his belt, taking a deep breath to help soothe his pounding pulse, and then manifesting some supplies to clean his floor.
Not even ten minutes later as he finished cleaning the floor and began working on repairing the vanity, the nauseating arousal reappeared, sending a screech of static and elk bugles echoing across his room, and sending him to his knees again.
"Oh come on," he seethed, his cock almost completely hard again and just as goddamn irritating as before. "What the fuck..."
—
Two days later, Alastor still had not left his room, and Charlie was ten seconds from kicking in his door, just like Lucifer predicted, so naturally, he was already in her way stopping her.
"Charlie, he's a grown man," Lucifer insisted, standing at the head of the stairs with his hands on his hips. "He doesn't need you to fuss over him, and on top of that, he might not even be in there. For all we know, he's been off in the city causing trouble this entire time."
"Dad," Charlie said with her teeth clenched, "I know you're not Alastor's biggest fan, but I do actually care about him. What if he's sick, or… I don't know, what if something happened and he didn't tell us? I don't always know when he leaves the hotel! Sure, he could be out in the city somewhere, but what if he somehow got hurt and he's hiding it from us?"
Lucifer heaved the most dramatic sigh he could manage and held his hand up to stop her again.
"First of all, you know sinners can't get sick, Charlie, and if he did somehow get hurt again, he'd never tell anyone nor would he want any of us to fuss over him, but just so you'll stop worrying, how about I go check on him instead?"
Charlie looked hesitant so he drew an X on his chest with his fingertip.
"I promise, I won't start a fight. As soon as I get him to talk to me and he says he's fine, I'll leave him alone."
A few short minutes later, Lucifer was standing outside Alastor's room, his cane in a white knuckle grip in his hands.
When the Radio Demon had failed to show his face, Lucifer was certain that he was just being petulant, pouting about some new thing the hotel residents had done to offend him, but as soon as Lucifer found himself outside his bedroom door again, he knew why Alastor was hiding.
There was always a chance that he was wrong, but he really didn't think he was, not after what he felt a few days ago. The energy that emanated from the room was much more overwhelming now, even from outside the door, and could only be caused by one thing. It had been a very long time since Lucifer had encountered it, but there was no denying it. Needless to say he was dreading this conversation, and not just because of the subject matter. It was extremely likely that Alastor would not listen to him, and if he lashed out and made the king leave him alone, there wasn't much Lucifer or anyone could do for him.
Just as he had done the last time he checked on Alastor, Lucifer summoned up his usual bravado and knocked on the door with the apple on his cane.
"Rise and shine, Bambi," he called with a big smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You know, people are starting to get worried you died, and while I'd love to deliver that news, I think a few would be extremely disappointed, Charlie most of all, and we both know you don't want that, do you."
He hoped Alastor would take the bait, but after his taunt went unanswered, his smile faded slightly and he knocked again.
"Come on, Mr. Loudspeaker. Open up," he tried again without the theatrics. He stepped back, surprised by the appearance of Alastor's shadow slipping onto the hallway wall next to the door. The thing normally wore the same toothy grin as its master, so Lucifer was perplexed by its seemingly pained expression, its ears pinned against his head.
"You need to let me see him," Lucifer said firmly.
The shadow disappeared again and a few seconds later, the door unlocked and opened.
Lucifer took a second to look around the space, having never been inside the other man's room before. The hodgepodge of 1930's speakeasy, smoking lounge, and mosquito-infested bayou was somehow perfect, given what Lucifer knew of him now. The horrifying bar that had seemed to just be jammed into the wall of the original hotel made so much sense…
"Is there a particular reason you're invading my room without permission, sire?"
Lucifer spotted a lounge-looking section off to the right, nothing more than a right angle of a room in the middle of the muggy bayou that seemed to stretch for miles. Alastor was sitting in an arm chair angled away from the roaring fireplace with a large fur rug in front of it, a second identical chair across from his on the other side of the rug. He had his legs crossed and his chin in his hand, his usual grin on his face, but Lucifer knew it was all a front, given how his shadow looked as it slinked back over to him, frowning, and how Alastor's smooth voice was being cloaked by a radio filter that heavier than usual, more static than voice.
"I see," Alastor hummed, "so you let him in, did you…"
The shadow dissipated after he glared at it through his tight smile, still frowning as it went.
"I see why you couldn't hear me knocking," Lucifer said motioning around the space. "This is quite an impressive subspace. Looks like it'd be easy to get lost in here."
"Oh it certainly would be," Alastor said, his grin seeming to stretch wider. "People used to go missing in the bayou all the time. Curious about exploring it to see for yourself?"
Lucifer returned his smile easily.
"Maybe some other time."
He took a few small, experimental steps closer to the other man, but Alastor's eyes narrowed and a burst of radio static echoed in the space, so he stopped, putting his hands on top of his cane.
"You know," Lucifer said casually, "Charlie and her girlfriend could use your help with all the new guests downstairs."
"I'm sure they're managing just fine without me," Alastor said with a stiff wave of his hand. "Otherwise Charlie would have burst in here in tears ages ago. Now, if there's nothing else I can do for you, I'd like to get back to my peace and quiet."
Lucifer didn't buy it.
Alastor seemed okay at first glance, but the longer Lucifer looked, the more out of sorts the demon looked. All of the usual languid calm was missing, replaced by something rigid and cracking at the edges. There was a slight lift in Alastor's upper lip denoting discomfort and his shoulders were practically up around his eyes. His back was stiff, his ears too, perked straight up like he was forcing them to stay there, and to add to the unsettling image, Alastor didn't have any shoes on, his hooved feet a fitting addition to his deer-like persona.
"Alright, well, since you're busy, I'll just get straight to the point," Lucifer said, his grip on his cane topper tightening again. "I know what's going on and… I want to help."
There was a sharp elk sound and Alastor went so rigid, Lucifer was prepared to have to fend off an attack, but after a beat, the radio demon relaxed again, or at least as much as he could, still refusing to deviate from his seated position with his hand cupping his cheek.
"I'm certain I don't know what you mean, your majesty," Alastor purred, eyelids heavy as he grinned.
Lucifer didn't return his smile this time, pointedly taking a step forward and watching as Alastor stiffened again, garbled radio noise filling the space. A second step forward got a stronger response in the form of Alastor's eyes narrowing again and turning into glowing red dials. Two more steps and Alastor's resolve began to break. His ears finally fell from their rigid posture, falling slightly to the sides, and he turned his head slightly to press his hand to his eyes, a harsh exhale leaving his smiling mouth.
"What are you doing?" Alastor rasped as Lucifer continued approaching him.
"I'm proving a point," Lucifer said not unkindly, "since you're refusing to be honest."
Alastor risked a glance at the other man from behind his hand.
He was quite literally in Hell, and not because he lived there. The fire that had been consuming his body for days had somehow reached a new fever pitch. It had been torture enough staying in his room alone, barely having more than a half hour's rest before the urges came back. Handling them quickly as they came had been helping keep his blood at a low boil, but now, in the presence of the king, his blood was running so hot that it felt like it was in danger of evaporating into nothingness.
His crossed legs tightened more and he clenched his jaw hard enough to make it ache as Lucifer came to stand in front of him, close enough to touch if he wanted to. He was horrified to find that he kind of did.
On a normal day, he wouldn't even dream of touching Lucifer, on purpose or just to mess with him, but today, he was being drawn in against his better judgement by that ever-present dangerous electricity, and something else… was that… apples he smelled?
He found himself leaning forward without thinking, mortified when a burst of hot breath escaped his mouth, making some of Lucifer's hair flutter. The other man didn't react outside of the smallest smile, just the slightest lifting of one side of his mouth.
That smile gave Alastor just enough of a jolt of clarity to make him sit back again, a crackle of radio chatter mixing in with his chuckle.
"And what is it that you're proving exactly?" He drawled.
Lucifer crossed his arms over his chest, settling his weight onto one hip.
"What I was already suspecting, which is that you've been down here too long, Bambi," Lucifer chuckled with little warmth behind it, putting Alastor slightly on edge. His spine uncoiled a bit as Lucifer turned away slightly, rubbing his arm subtly, a gesture of comfort that Alastor found confusing, before taking a few blessed steps back.
"Something I've learned watching over Hell for as long as I have," Lucifer began with a slight shrug, "is that just because sinners are confined to Pentagram City for eternity, that doesn't mean they're completely cut off from the rest of Hell."
"You'll forgive me if I don't follow," Alastor gritted out, suppressing a full-body shiver now that Lucifer and that sweet apple smell was further away from him.
Lucifer scrubbed a hand through his hair, mussing it, and Alastor hated what it did to his brain, making him imagine other ways the blonde's hair could be messed up, ways that Alastor could mess it up for him, like grabbing a handful of it and pulling it.
"Okay lemme explain it differently, uh," Lucifer said hesitantly, beginning to pace. "There are some hellborns that are affected by… a certain thing," he said with a wince, "that sinners and other hellborns aren't, but what I've found is sometimes, if a sinner has been around long enough, they can end up being affected by it too."
"What thing?" Alastor asked waspishly, biting back a moan as his body began to stir again. Lucifer glanced at him, something unreadable passing over his face, before he looked away again. When he didn't resume speaking, Alastor leaned forward slightly, fighting to keep his irritation from being too visible.
"Don't keep me in suspense, sire."
"Sorry, it's just…" Lucifer gestured inelegantly, "I haven't had to talk to someone about this in a very long time. It's just awkward trying to explain the ins and outs of it."
Were Alastor more crass, he would have assured the other man that whatever he had to tell him, would probably be less awkward than sitting three feet from the King of Hell with a raging boner, a boner that Alastor was certain he was somehow making worse at the moment…
"Then just give me the short version," Alastor managed to say without growling. Lucifer chewed on his bottom lip for a moment (Alastor's eyes immediately snapped to the movement), before steepling his hands together and facing Alastor with a deep, grounding breath.
"How are you feeling right now?"
Alastor wasn't expecting a question, so after a confused garble of radio noise, he squinted at the other man.
"I'm perfectly fine."
"No you're not," Lucifer shot back so fast that it pulled more static from Alastor, betraying how off-kilter he was at the moment. "Let me guess… you're feverish, heartbeat's racing, you feel like your entire body is on fire, and uh…" Alastor watched with an acute fascination as a very light yellow rose to Lucifer's cheeks (a blush?), "no matter how many times you take care of it, you've been stuck with a hard-on that only gives you an hour or two to catch your breath before getting your attention again. How am I doing so far?"
Alastor didn't often find himself speechless, but the king's almost clinical checklist paired with the brain fog that was permeating his every thought kept him from giving an answer right away, causing Lucifer to hum and bob his head slightly.
"Yeah that's what I thought," the other man said. "Like I said, it's usually a hellborn thing, but sometimes sinners end up falling into that same cycle. I've found it shows up more in animal-based sinners than anything else, so with you being a deer…"
He trailed off and Alastor's smile curled at the edges with disgust.
"I'm susceptible to it, is that it?" The demon sneered. Lucifer shrugged.
"Unless I'm totally wrong, which I don't think I am, yes. Depends on who you ask but most of the hellborn call it a rut cycle. Ironically, that happens to deer on earth too," he gave a little snort of a laugh that was most definitely not cute, "isn't that funny?"
Alastor didn't think it was funny at all, because most male deer went into rut once a year, every single year, until they died, and Alastor had no intention of dying again, so that would mean he was stuck dealing with this for the rest of his afterlife.
"How do I make it stop?" He asked, desperation pulling the words from his mouth before he could stop them. A second later, his body stiffened as another wave of pleasure crawled through him. He closed his eyes against it, but not before seeing Lucifer looking at him, that unreadable thing on his face again.
"When you were human, and you got sick, you had a few choices," Lucifer said, and when Alastor opened his eyes again, Lucifer was staring into the fire, looking as uncomfortable as Alastor felt. "You could let your body sweat it out on its own, or you could take medicine and make it stop earlier. This is… kind of like that."
"I didn't often get sick when I was human," Alastor retorted with a big grin. "And when I did, it was never severe, so I'm afraid your example is a little lost on me."
Lucifer's brow furrowed and when he met Alastor's gaze again, the demon was struck by how sad he looked.
"Alright, then metaphorically, if you've been sick for a week, and it's not getting any better, and you feel like you're dying, you'd take medicine, wouldn't you?"
"You're trying to tell me this… rut cycle thing is going to kill me?" Alastor couldn't stop himself from chuckling. The sadness on Lucifer's face faded slightly and he actually chuckled back.
"No, no, nothing that dramatic, but the longer you let it go on, it may make you feel like embracing death is the better option."
"And the metaphorical medicine in this situation is what?" Alastor asked, watching as Lucifer's expression closed off once more, the former angel watching him like Alastor was going to bite him.
"Well, as I'm sure you've noticed," Lucifer said carefully, "your hand only does so much."
Alastor stiffened again for another reason, his addled brain remembering how the king had said he was there to help.
"As bizarre as this request may sound, I'm going to need you to explain it to me like I'm stupid," Alastor said flatly, already knowing what Lucifer was getting at, but needing to hear him say it anyway.
Lucifer couldn't stop the nervous laugh that burst out of him, his hand tightening on his cane to the point of pain.
"Oh boy uhhhhh…"
Lucifer was starting to flounder. Why the fuck had he come in here? He knew what he was about to offer Alastor, and he could already imagine two scenarios that would come immediately after: Alastor would laugh him out of the room, or he'd just jump right to an attack. The laughing he could take, but even in Alastor's weakened state, Lucifer wouldn't be able to fight back against the demon, something they both knew to be true.
"I'm a big boy, I promise I can take it," Alastor crooned suddenly and Lucifer felt his entire face flush.
"Oh for—why do you need me to say it when you obviously already know where this is going?" Lucifer bit out.
"Oh come now," Alastor chuckled, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he smiled, "you know watching you squirm is a favorite pastime of mine. Indulge me."
Lucifer couldn't help baring his teeth, annoyed that Alastor was still able to get under his skin when Lucifer should be the one who had the upper hand in this situation.
"I'm only in here because Charlie asked me to check on you—"
"And you've done so," Alastor cut him off, "so there really isn't any reason for you to still be in here, is there."
"Look, do you want my help or not?" Lucifer huffed, unsurprised to see Alastor tilt his head slightly again.
"Offering to help me in such a manner certainly can't be something I get for free, your majesty," Alastor hummed. "If I say yes, what do you get out of this arrangement?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow.
"I get to get laid, duh," he said bluntly, any remaining feelings of being embarrassed going out the window.
Alastor barked out a laugh, and Lucifer rolled his eyes as he let out a few more stilted laughs before composing himself once more.
"Is that really all?" Alastor said, looking at the other man incredulously. Lucifer sighed and fiddled with his cane.
"Laugh it up, Mr. Useless, but it's been at least eight years for me. How long's it been for you?"
Alastor hummed and pretended to think.
"Let me try and remember how long I've been in hell now."
Lucifer's eyes widened.
"You haven't… s-since you got here?" He pressed a hand to his forehead as he cracked up. "Fuck, no wonder this is hitting you so hard… sinners usually take advantage of their unending lives down here, so they usually don't notice when the rut comes on because they're so horny all the time anyways."
Alastor rolled his eyes.
"Yes, well, we already know I'm not like most sinners."
Lucifer scoffed at him.
"Come on. You really want me to believe in the, what was it, hundred years or so you've been down here, you've never needed to scratch that itch?"
Alastor's eyes narrowed into a glare.
"No need to scratch an itch I don't have."
Lucifer opened his mouth to make another snarky remark, but stopped when Alastor shuddered suddenly and covered his eyes with his hand, gritting his teeth. Lucifer's gaze was drawn to his crossed legs, which tightened and began to shake slightly as the room hissed with static for several seconds. When he composed himself again with a deep breath, he threaded his fingers together and placed them on his knee, his smile slightly crooked with discomfort.
Lucifer glanced at the other chair adjacent to Alastor and with a soft 'may I?' sat down in it, taking off his hat and then placing it atop his cane that he leaned against the chair's arm. The removal of the hat that also held his crown did not go unnoticed by the other man, who was staring at him as he sighed.
"Cards on the table, I'm not going to keep pressing the issue, okay?" Lucifer said gently, looking down at his hands in his lap. "If you wanna ride this out on your own, that's fine. I'll go back downstairs and tell Charlie you're fine and you just needed some time off, or whatever you want me to tell her. Ask me to go and I will. Your free will didn't stop when you died."
It was simple enough, but Alastor was barely listening. The second the king sat down, a waft of that sweet apple smell caressed his senses again, and in a horrifying turn of events, he felt his mouth filling with drool, black drool that would show itself soon if he wasn't careful. He forced himself to swallow as subtly as he could, refusing to drop his guard just yet.
"You've implied that this is going to keep happening to me," he said smoothly. "Are you offering yourself up every time it does?"
Lucifer shot him an annoyed look.
"I shouldn't even be offering this to you right now," he said, "but I didn't want anyone else in the hotel to have to deal with it."
Alastor raised an eyebrow, noticing the very clear side step Lucifer had just made.
"Oh? Is the idea of having sex with me so horrible?" He asked, pretending to be wounded.
"Having sex with someone in rut is… very intense," Lucifer said, dodging the bait again. "I'm probably the only one in the hotel who will be able to handle going at it with a sinner of your power right now."
Thanks to whatever that apple smell was, Alastor's mouth was trying to water again. He fought it back down his throat, desperately trying to focus on keeping his mask in place.
"You're implying I could end up hurting you?" Alastor asked, intrigued by the way Lucifer refused to look at him.
"Given what I've seen you do to other sinners? I'd say it's very likely, and not because you'll want to, but because you won't be able to control yourself."
Alastor knew he was at least right about the control part, just based on how hard he was currently fighting to stay in his chair, seated and composed and far away from the sugary tart scent that was obviously coming from the king.
"Fascinating," was all he could get out at the moment, throat bobbing slightly.
"So, what's it going to be?" Lucifer said, looking slightly nervous. "Am I leaving? Or are we doing this?"
Heat was coursing through Alastor's entire body and making his vision blurry. He was quickly reaching another high point in his rut, and before this conversation started, he had hoped the man opposite him would have already left so he could take care of it, but now Lucifer was suggesting they have sex and saying it would likely fix his entire rut problem, and he was so goddamn hard and out of his mind that he was considering it, regardless of whether it would actually fix him or not. He just had to keep it together for a bit longer to get a few more answers before voicing his decision, a decision that if he was being honest with himself, he had already made.
"Humor me and explain to me why having sex would end this rut," he said as calmly as he could manage, which was to say he barely got the words out without gasping. "Or rather, why having sex with you specifically would help me."
Lucifer sighed.
"The release of certain pheromones during sex with another person acts like an off switch, so having sex with literally anyone would help. Having sex with me is just convenient because I understand what's happening to you, I can handle it, and I'm here offering."
"And the cologne you're wearing, does it serve a purpose in this situation?"
Lucifer suddenly looked confused, tilting his head in a bird-like manner.
"The what?"
It was Alastor's turn to bare his teeth at the other man, no longer caring that some of the black drool dripped down his chin, immediately catching Lucifer's attention and making his eyes widen slightly.
"The smell that is currently assaulting my nose and making me feel like I'm going to lose my mind," Alastor growled, feeling his antlers growing again as he leaned forward. That was a mistake of course, because it only placed him closer to the infuriating smell, but as he prepared another threat, something interesting began happening on Lucifer's face.
Alastor thought the king was about to start laughing at him, because it looked like he was barely keeping himself together, a beautiful golden blush appearing on his face and neck as he covered his mouth with his hand, but instead, Alastor watched with a growing fascination when Lucifer pressed his thighs together tightly.
"Fuck, you can smell that?" He breathed, a wicked grin on his face that rivaled even Alastor's best.
"Of course I can," Alastor snarled, his claws growing larger and ripping into the fabric of his chair as he gripped the arms. "It's driving me mad. What is that?"
"It's me," Lucifer said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Alastor glaring at him as a sharp radio burst echoed across the space just made the king laugh, a light airy thing so unlike any of the laughs Alastor had heard from Lucifer in the past, that he wasn't even mad the other man had laughed at him.
"Sorry I don't mean to laugh," Lucifer giggled. "It's just been so long, I forgot it even happened."
Alastor was seconds away from either grabbing the king and biting him in half, or bending him over the nearest surface he could find. Both were equally as likely if he was being honest. As if sensing this, Lucifer, in his unending wisdom, decided to get out of the chair, his eyes heavy as he shed his overcoat, leaving it in the chair behind him. Alastor sat back in his chair hard enough to make it shift back an inch as Lucifer took a single step towards him.
"When I fell from Heaven, a lot of what I used to be was taken from me," Lucifer said, rolling his sleeves up slowly, revealing the charcoal skin underneath, "but one thing that remained was the smell that all angels have when they get aroused. It was always a sweet smell, but mine shifted to be more apple-like after I was cast out. Ironic, isn't it, smelling like the very thing that landed me in hell in the first place."
The incessant chattering from the king as he continued to mess with his sleeves was not helping Alastor focus at all.
"Do you like it?" Lucifer suddenly asked him and Alastor almost snarled at him as he stepped closer again.
"Why the fuck does it matter if I like it or not?" He spat.
Lucifer laughed again, pulling at the end of his bowtie and untying it, placing it on top of his coat as his shirt collar fell open. Alastor's eyes flicked to red dials as he zeroed in on the newly-exposed alabaster skin of the fallen angel's clavicle. Lucifer then unbuttoned and removed his vest, leaving him just in his shirt and pants.
"Because those pheromones I mentioned earlier? That's what you're smelling."
"Ridiculous," Alastor huffed, his body screaming as Lucifer took another measured step towards him, antlers continuing to creak and grow against his will. "You can't actually smell pheromones."
"You can't smell human pheromones," Lucifer corrected. "But I'm not human, am I, and neither are you anymore."
Just as Alastor was about to launch himself at the other man, the last of his restraint about to come undone, Lucifer stopped and furrowed his brow.
"Hmm, guess I should ask this now before it's too late. Do you prefer men or women?"
Alastor felt like a train had just crashed in his brain. The question threw him off so badly that his antlers retracted slightly and his eyes returned to normal.
"What?"
Lucifer cocked his head, expression open and honest.
"I'm asking if you like having sex with men or women."
Alastor wasn't prone to screaming but Satan help him if he wasn't two seconds from doing so.
"I'll answer your new question with my previous one," he snarled, "why the fuck does it matter?"
Lucifer took another step closer, and all Alastor would have to do to grab him was lean forward slightly. He didn't only because Lucifer was grinning at him again.
"If it doesn't matter to you, I can just make it a surprise."
That sounded more dangerous than Alastor was willing to deal with, so he narrowed his eyes at the king, his ears flattening against his head. Lucifer's eyes flicked up to his head and surprised Alastor by taking a step back, smile dropping.
"See, that's why I asked you what you'd prefer," Lucifer said, putting his hands on his hips. "Even with how out of your mind you probably are right now, ground rules aren't out of the question. 'Course, if you'd rather just go nuts and have your way with me, I'm down for that too. I'm pretty flexible—"
"I don't care either way, but you are not to enter my body at all."
Alastor's interruption made Lucifer's eyebrows shoot up. The demon's ears had relaxed slightly, even as his large claws stayed embedded in his chair, almost like if he moved them, it would ring the metaphorical starting bell.
"Man or woman or whatever else, you are not to be inside me," Alastor said, as if it pained him to have to outline something like that. Lucifer let his smile return.
"Oh! Yeah that's fine. Topping is way too much work anyways," he waved a hand aimlessly.
Some of the tension in the air eased as Alastor smirked and then let out a small giggle.
"Why am I not surprised that you're a, what's the phrase I've heard Angel use in his picture shows… a pillow princess?"
"Hey," Lucifer said, puffing out his chest slightly, "I am a pillow KING, thank you very much."
This got another tiny chuckle from Alastor which made Lucifer smile more before he cleared his throat.
"So uh, are we doing this or… because I can still put my clothes back on and leave."
Alastor didn't want to see the king with more clothes on. He wanted what was left to come off so he could get his hands on that perfect pale skin, maybe even sink his teeth into it and see what angelic blood tasted like.
"What's wrong, having second thoughts?" Alastor asked, turning it back on him. Lucifer looked him up and down, and Alastor finally decided to uncross his legs, putting his arousal on display for the king. His reward for his boldness was Lucifer's pupils dilating at the sight, followed by the apple smell getting significantly stronger.
"Yes, I thought not," Alastor purred just in time for his body to seize up again, deliciously awful pleasure ripping through him as his eyes nearly rolled into the back of his head, cock twitching several times in his pants. This time, he didn't hide his reaction, groaning deep in his chest as the wave passed over him. He heard Lucifer whine quietly to himself and when he managed to get his wits back, he saw Lucifer was now standing right in front of him, his bottom lip caught between sharp teeth.
"You gonna bite me if I touch you?" Lucifer asked. Alastor grinned, black drool dripping from his mouth and landing on his pants.
"Only if you ask me nicely," he chuckled.
Lucifer came to stand between his spread knees and Alastor didn't stop himself from breathing in his scent as the king reached for him, his small hands going to Alastor's bowtie and removing it. Alastor still refused to let go of the chair's arms, enjoying the image of Lucifer slowly undressing him too much. The angel's hands were hot even against his feverish skin as the buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the wound on his chest from his fight with Adam, visible as a harsh line that cut through a furry chest very few people knew he had. Lucifer laid a gentle hand on it and caressed it slightly, and that small touch flipped the switch in Alastor's head, the bite of pain officially making the slow burn of undressing him no longer good enough.
He wrapped an entire clawed hand around Lucifer's waist and pulled him in close, his antlers cracking and growing along with the rest of his body again. He then shoved his face against the angel's neck and inhaled again, his breathing getting heavier as the apple smell filled his senses. His tongue lolled out of his mouth to lick at the skin, making Lucifer chuckle as he shivered. The hands that kept unbuttoning Alastor's shirt were shaking now, carefully pulling his shirt from his pants before pushing it down his shoulders, revealing more thick brown fur.
Alastor's first instinct at being bare chested in front of another person should have been to cover up, but instead, he pulled his arm from the sleeve and then let go of Lucifer to pull the other out as well, grabbing the king again with both hands and pulling him against his chest, feeling how small the other man was compared to him.
Being this close was making something feral in his mind howl with delight, but it wasn't close enough, and Lucifer still had his clothes on. Alastor forced himself to pull his face away from Lucifer's neck so he could get at his shirt. With the lack of control over his current form though, his claws were too big to grasp the buttons, and he growled deep in his chest. Lucifer chuckled at him again, replacing his hands with his own and slowly undoing each button out while keeping his eyes on Alastor, sliding the shirt off his shoulders slowly once they were all undone and letting it fall to the ground.
Alastor watched him the entire time with his chest close to heaving, the hot puffs of his breath visible in the air again. He was holding it together pretty well he thought, until Lucifer smirked at him and began to sink to his knees. Alastor's antlers reached nearly full size as an elk bugle tore out of him at the sight of Lucifer glancing up at him, tiny hands on Alastor's belt, undoing it agonizingly slow before popping open the button and pulling the zipper of his fly down. He hummed and nuzzled his face against Alastor's straining bulge, closing his eyes.
"Not that you need to know this right now," Lucifer said, opening his eyes and smiling up at him with all teeth, "but you smell amazing to me too. Seems we're compatible after all."
Alastor was trying to reason through what Lucifer meant when the king did something truly heinous, turning his face and mouthing gently at Alastor's cock through his underwear. Alastor's claws were back in the arms of his chair again as he gasped in near pain, the touch of someone else almost too intense after several days of just his own.
When Lucifer reached for his waistband, Alastor lifted his hips without being told, letting Lucifer slide everything down to his thighs with another pleased hum as his length finally sprung free.
"Fuck, Bambi," Lucifer breathed, "if I knew this was what you were packing this whole time, I might have asked to play with you sooner." He giggled, taking Alastor in his hand and beginning to stroke him, not that he needed it. As a matter of fact, to his absolute horror, if Lucifer didn't stop doing that immediately, he was going to come like an inexperienced teenager.
"Not so fast," he gasped, grabbing Lucifer by his hair and pulling him away in an effort to give him time to calm down. It didn't really help, not when his companion let out a moan at the rough treatment, his eyes heavy as he stared up at Alastor. Using the hand in Lucifer's hair to keep him in place, Alastor was delighted by how Lucifer moaned again when he tightened his hold on the silky locks.
"Poor thing," Alastor tutted, leaning down so they were face to face. "Going untouched for so long has made you greedy, hmm?"
The delirious grin Lucifer gave him made him chuckle and loosen his grip on his hair, but he didn't let go completely.
"You still want me to fuck you eventually, don't you?"
Lucifer squirmed and a fresh burst of sweet apple smell filled the air.
"Then behave yourself," Alastor cooed.
Having control over the other man was helping keep his mind centered, holding his most crazed impulses at bay for the moment. It was familiar and comfortable, but he knew the calm wouldn't last for much longer. The wall in his head that was holding back the beast was cracking more and more by the second.
"Stand up," Alastor said, keeping his hand in Lucifer's hair as the other man did as he was told, bracing his hands on Alastor's thighs when his legs shook slightly, grinning all the while.
"You know, you're supposed to be letting me take care of you," Lucifer said. "I promise you'll enjoy it, and if it makes you feel better, tonight won't be a one and done with how deep into rut you are, so no need to be embarrassed if you pop off early."
Alastor fought within himself for only a moment, before letting go of Lucifer, sitting back in the chair fully and spreading his legs wider.
"Very well."
Lucifer took a moment to appreciate the image before him, something he'd never thought about before but was thoroughly enjoying. He was the king of hell, but Alastor definitely looked like he could hold that title at the moment, sprawled in his chair with his crown of antlers looming above his head, his hard cock standing proud between his legs as he stared Lucifer down with his ever-present grin on his face, that hellish black drool staining his chin and throat.
A shiver ran through Lucifer's body and he pulled his boots off, setting them to the side before beginning to undo his belt and pants. The soft fur rug against his cloven feet felt good after having them shoved into his boots for most of the day. He smiled as he slid his clothes down his hips and thighs. Since the radio demon said he didn't care about what gender he had sex with, he hoped Alastor would enjoy the choice he made.
Once he stepped out of his clothes, he waited, watching Alastor's eyes drag down his masculine torso to his crotch, where the slick from his pussy could be seen coating his thighs, his grin widening when Alastor's cock twitched hard enough to draw a groan from him.
"Like what you see?" Lucifer couldn't help asking, chuckling as Alastor pressed a clawed hand to his face, shuddering as a bead of precum slid down his shaft, glowing red eyes focused on him like a laser.
Lucifer knew it was the scent that was doing Alastor in more than anything. Without clothes in the way, the apple smell of his body filled the entire space they were in, sugary and sweet and overwhelming in exactly the right way, if the fast rising and falling of Alastor's chest was anything to go by.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Lucifer stepped into Alastor's space again, grinning when a clawed hand reached for him again, wrapping around his thigh as a thumb rubbed through the slick there. His grin widened when Alastor lifted the digit to his mouth and licked it, his eyes flashing as the taste joined the scent in flooding his senses.
"Let me take care of you, red," Lucifer purred, trying out a new nickname as he pushed Alastor's clothes down around his ankles, kneeling between Alastor's knees again after. The radio demon didn't stop him this time, his entire body trembling in a rare show of vulnerability as Lucifer once again took his hard length in his small hands. Sins below, he had to use both hands to really do anything with it, and he wasn't sure if that was because Alastor was halfway transformed and twice as big as he was normally, or if he was just that big, but Lucifer had a job to do, one that he intended to do with the utmost gusto. He opened his mouth with a chuckle, lips wrapping around the swollen head and gently suckling at the precum there.
Alastor whined, a foreign sound that Lucifer instantly loved, and Lucifer heard more fabric rip as his claws further punctured the arm chair. Knowing those eyes were on him as he closed his own, he kept his hands around the base to hold it upright and began bobbing his head slowly. He could only really fit the head and some of the shaft in his mouth at first, but he could already feel himself wanting more. Being this close to Alastor, the heady scent of coffee and tobacco that he had noticed earlier was making warmth spread throughout his body, and he sighed around the hot cock in his mouth, relaxing his jaw and taking more of it in, inch by tiny inch, and moaning when he finally felt the tip press against the back of his throat. He swallowed reflexively when the other man's dick twitched.
That swallow ended up being too much for Alastor, who tensed up and came down the back of the king's throat with a guttural groan. To his relief, Lucifer wasn't even remotely fazed, his face splashed with gold as he swallowed again and again around the still hard length in his mouth, humming with apparent pleasure. He didn't allow himself to feel embarrassed about coming so quickly. Lucifer's comment about how it wouldn't be a 'one and done' event still sat heavily in the forefront of his mind. The night was definitely still young and he could feel that he was far from finished.
Lucifer pulled off his shaft gently, a dribble of saliva trailing from the side of his mouth as he grinned. Alastor leaned forward and took his face in a giant hand, pulling him up into a bruising kiss that Lucifer clearly wasn't expecting, based on how wide his eyes went. It was harsh and possessive and mostly instinctual on Alastor's part, but Lucifer wasn't complaining about it, mewling into the bigger man's mouth and tangling a hand in his hair.
The buzzing under Alastor's skin had settled to a quiet hum for the moment, but he knew it wouldn't last, given how his body still felt too hot, too tight, the relief that came with him jerking himself off nowhere to be seen now that he had another being in front of him. His blood sang, crying out for Lucifer and his lithe body, the persistent fruit smell making all the fur on Alastor's body stand up with want.
"Get up here," Alastor growled after releasing the devil from the kiss, grabbing around that fucking tiny waist and hauling him into his lap, settling his sopping wet cunt on the shaft of his dick, smile straining to its breaking point when Lucifer grinned at him and began to grind against it, panting as filthy wet sounds permeated the room.
"Wanna know what you smell like to me?" Lucifer gasped, tilting his hips so he could get more friction on his hard clit. Alastor's hand settled on his ass so he could feel the motion of him, the skin on skin contact keeping him hard and ramping him up for another go.
"You smell like, mm, fresh hot coffee and hah dried tobacco leaves. It suits you."
Alastor's claws dug into the meat of his ass and forced him to grind faster as they panted together, their foreheads eventually meeting as they both stared down between them at the mess Lucifer was making of Alastor's lap. When sweet sounds falling from the devil's mouth started to take on a more desperate edge, Alastor stopped him with a firm hand around his waist. Lucifer's entire body shuddered in his grasp when Alastor removed him from his lap, holding him tight to his chest as he fisted his own cock, bringing it to full hardness as they stared at each other, faces mere inches apart. His hand kept bumping against Lucifer's plush ass as he did, making the smaller man hum in anticipation and begin to pepper kisses against his jaw and neck.
"I want to get this out now before things get too intense," he huffed against Alastor's cheek. "Anything you do to me can be healed, even if it causes me pain, and there's nothing you can do that will kill me, not that you'd be worried about that to begin with." He reached up and caressed one of Alastor's ears. "Tonight is all about taking care of you, so feel free to go wild. I can take it."
The fact that Lucifer kept saying he was taking care of Alastor was sending up warning flares, but the flares were quickly extinguished when Lucifer reached behind him and settled his hand over Alastor's, guiding the tip of his cock to his dripping entrance, rubbing it through his folds and then slowly pressing the tip inside, making Alastor growl, something deep and primal in his chest as he felt Lucifer sliding down his chest.
"Ohhhhh yeah," Lucifer moaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he continued to sink down inch by agonizing inch, "that's the stuff." He let out a maniacal little giggle as Alastor struggled to find somewhere to put his claws besides his flesh. Once again, his arm chair took the brunt of the abuse, his large hands grabbing the arms with such force that Lucifer heard wood splintering.
The radio demon was losing his mind, more so than he had already begun to when Lucifer first proposed this little arrangement, and that was causing quite the conflict within himself, because he didn't lose control. He couldn't. His reputation depended on him keeping his cool and not falling prey to his baser instincts like most sinners, but here he was, with a lap full of moaning fallen angel and a hot cunt around his cock, dragging sounds out of Alastor that he wasn't even aware he could make as the king wiggled his hips to try and take more in.
Lucifer was already on the small side compared to Alastor, but with Alastor's current size, there was no way he was going to fit his entire length inside himself, although he was definitely getting bonus points for effort. He managed to get half of it in before stopping, a slight bulge to his stomach that nearly had Alastor purring. His vision was tunneling, totally focused on Lucifer now, his scent and the feeling of his body setting off fireworks in the demon's brain, pushing him to do one thing: breed the tiny king until he couldn't stand anymore.
With that single thought, Alastor finally succumbed to the rut, his eyes going black and red, antlers at their full size, and a ridge of fur rising along his spine, making him look like some kind of fucked up hyena. He registered how Lucifer was slowly trying to fuck himself on his cock and decided that just wouldn't do, forcing his pretty new toy to do all the work. He was a gentleman after all, so he locked a clawed hand around Lucifer's waist, carefully stood up, stepping out of his pants fully, and then laid the other man down on the fur rug near the fireplace, all without letting himself slip out of that delicious body.
"There it is," Lucifer said with a chuckle as Alastor loomed over him, massive claws planting themselves right next to his head on the rug as the demon grinned down at him, black drool dripping from his mouth at a near constant rate, landing on Lucifer's pale chest like ink on a fresh canvas.
"I was wondering how much longer you were going to fight against this," Lucifer crooned, reaching up to push his deft fingers through Alastor's chest fur, careful to avoid his wound. "The sooner you let yourself actually feel it, the more you'll enjoy it, and the sooner it can be over."
Alastor tilted his head slightly before nudging his hips forward, pushing himself deeper into Lucifer. The devil's face went slack and he exhaled harshly, eyes locked with Alastor's as his hands curled into his chest fur. Alastor noticed even that tiny thrust had shifted Lucifer away from him, so he repositioned his hands so they were above Lucifer's shoulders, preventing him from moving, and then nudged him again, pleased when Lucifer let out a small noise, now trapped snugly between Alastor's hands and his hips.
Lighting was running through Alastor's veins, filling him with frantic energy and an urge to viciously fuck Lucifer into the ground, but the small lucid part of him that remained wanted to savor this. After all, it wasn't every day one had the King of Hell pinned beneath them, legs spread wide and such a look of yearning on his face.
That look did give Alastor pause, but only for a brief moment, before he decided he couldn't hold still any longer. He pulled out slowly until only the tip remained inside Lucifer, making him sigh, before pressing back inside just as slowly, drawing an airy moan from the king as he was stretched open a little more. Alastor leaned down, keeping his eyes on him as he repeated the slow in and out motion, watching as Lucifer's eyes became more unfocused with each pass, gentle soft sounds falling from his lips.
Fascinated, Alastor changed tactics, pulling out slowly, and then thrusting into him with more force. The reaction was instant. Lucifer's small claws dug into his chest and he threw his head back, arching his back with a choked moan.
A pleased sound rumbled through Alastor's chest when he did it again, making the smaller man gasp, a smile twitching on his lips as he stared up at Alastor with a sort of fascination. The wet sound of Alastor sliding in and out of Lucifer mixed perfectly with the devil's breathy moans, but Alastor wanted more, needed more. He was sure he would die without it.
Keeping one hand above Lucifer's shoulder to anchor him, Alastor closed the other around Lucifer's waist and lifted him slightly off the rug, basically setting him in his lap. Alastor leaned even closer until his face was inches from Lucifer's, his smile curling into something more sinister.
"Mine," he snarled before beginning to thrust steadily into Lucifer's sopping wet heat, getting Lucifer to curl in on himself, his eyes screwed shut as he sobbed around a broken 'fuck!'
It had been a very, very long time since Lucifer had been fucked like this, and even longer since he had taken a cock as big as Alastor's in any of his holes, but even with the sting of pain that came from less-than-ideal preparation, the sensation of Alastor damn near splitting him in half was nothing short of delightful. He felt a grin spreading on his face before he could stop it, opening an eye to take in the delicious scene. His cunt was stretched around Alastor's cock, there was a prominent bulge in his stomach with each thrust in, and Alastor's hand almost completely encompassed his slim waist, claws pressing into his flesh but not breaking the skin, at least not yet, adding to the danger he knew he was in at the moment.
Everyone reacted to their rut differently. For some, it just meant feeling extra horny for a few days before going back to normal. For others, it was agonizing and drove them to near feral madness. Lucifer had a sneaking suspicion before they even started that Alastor was going to be the latter, but it was becoming apparent that he really had no idea what he was getting himself into. He had seen Alastor in various stages of monstrosity before, but having those blacked out eyes staring down at him, unblinking with glowing red dials at their center? That look made sinners cower in fear, but for Lucifer, it was simply exhilarating.
Alastor was completely consumed by the rut, slave to his hormones and chasing his own release, likely not caring about Lucifer at all, about whether he felt good or if he got hurt. Oh yes, Lucifer was in danger, but Sins below if that wasn't fucking turning him on like he couldn't believe.
Lucifer couldn't even form words as Alastor continued to pound into him. All he could do was moan in time with each violent thrust, his fingers twisted in Alastor's chest fur acting as his anchor in the rut-fueled storm he was caught in. Alastor suddenly leaned down more so Lucifer didn't have to extend his arm so far, and then put their foreheads together, so Lucifer wrapped one of his hands around the back of Alastor's neck, panting into his mouth. The humidity in the bayou combined with the heat from the fireplace was making their hair stick to their foreheads and sweat bead on Lucifer's skin. He couldn't imagine how hot Alastor was with all that fur. Lucifer groaned when Alastor's long tongue reached out and lapped at his throat with a satisfied grumble.
Alastor was starting to breathe harder, his movements getting sloppier, making Lucifer hum as he reached up with both hands to hold Alastor's grinning face.
"Oh, you're doing so well," he gasped. "C'mon, big guy, give it to me."
Alastor gave him two more hard thrusts before a roar tore out of him, a loud elk bugle sounding across the bayou as Lucifer felt himself be filled, the feeling of Alastor coming in hard gushes bringing a stupid smile to his face. Alastor's claws dug into the rug next to Lucifer's face and the demon put his head down next to Lucifer's and, to Lucifer's absolute delight, continued to come, the sheer volume of ejaculate quickly becoming too much for Lucifer's tiny body, and forcing its way back out of his entrance, coating Alastor's lap.
"Oh shit, red, ohh fuuuuuuck—" Lucifer groaned, the feeling of Alastor's dick throbbing inside him and the seed spurting back out of him his undoing, the heat coiling in his belly erupting as his orgasm ripped him apart. He grabbed onto Alastor's arm as his back arched, pussy spasming around the still-hard cock inside him as he shouted, his voice cracking. As stars burst behind his eyelids, he thought he heard Alastor chuckling in his ear, but it could have just been the blood rushing there instead. His entire body shook as he recovered slowly, and he was grateful that Alastor had, for the moment, stopped moving within him, unsure if he could handle the friction at the moment.
His reprieve lasted only a few seconds before he felt Alastor starting to get restless again, his hips shifting minutely, making Lucifer's abused hole squish wetly, drawing a moan from him.
"Still got some gas in the tank, huh?" Lucifer joked, his head full of cotton as Alastor sat up again. His laugh died on his tongue when his eyes met Alastor's very normal red ones. Ah. He hadn't been prepared to meet Alastor the man again so soon, expecting to wrangle the rut-addled beast for a while longer.
"I'm game if you are," Alastor replied with a slight tilt of his head, his voice hoarse and wrecked with no sign of his radio filter. It was… a very nice voice, actually.
"Since I was doing such a good job and all," Alastor added with a widening grin when Lucifer didn't answer him.
Lucifer swallowed harshly, feeling something different in the air now that the radio demon was sort of back in his right mind. He let his gaze wander over Alastor's features. His eyes were heavy and seductive, his big grin seemingly gentler, even though his body remained changed in the wake of his rut, the ridge of fur down his spine still prominent along with his claws and antlers, which just made him that much hotter for some damn reason.
Lucifer felt his body twitch with interest, drawing Alastor's attention and making him chuckle. Despite how out of left field this was, Lucifer smiled back up at him and pushed his fingers into Alastor's chest fur again, feeling how hard his heart was still pounding.
"No need to feel obligated if you're spent, bellhop," Lucifer said. There was a small burst of radio chatter and Lucifer gave a small gasp when he felt Alastor twitch inside him, and then Alastor was leaning into Lucifer's space again, his grin widening into something sharper and more familiar.
"As I have repeatedly told you," Alastor growled, eyes narrowing, "I am not the hotel's bellhop," he sat back on his haunches and pulled out, the suddenness making Lucifer yelp, "I am the hotel's host." He flipped Lucifer over onto his stomach and then wrapped his claws around the angel's waist again, pulling his hips up. Lucifer moaned brokenly as he felt their mixed fluids drip down his thighs in thick globs, claws clenching into fists in the rug as he weakly lifted his head to look back at Alastor.
"And the only thing I feel obligated to do at this point," Alastor purred as Lucifer looked over his shoulder at him, his pretty hole empty and twitching, "is to teach you a lesson. By the time I'm done with you, the only thing left in that silly blonde head of yours will be my name."
Without a single ounce of shame, Lucifer whined as he shivered, his tail slipping free from its hiding place and immediately catching Alastor's eye. The demon raised an eyebrow with a smile as Lucifer's tail wrapped around his forearm, trembling.
"Happy to see that appeals to you, your majesty," Alastor chuckled, allowing Lucifer to touch him a few seconds more before pulling his arm free from the tail, wrapping it around his hand instead and using it to keep the king's hips aloft, drawing another soft gasp from him. He grabbed Lucifer's ass with his other hand and stuck his thumb inside his ruined cunt, pulling it open slightly and making Lucifer moan again.
Alastor let out a pleased rumble in his chest. The heat of his rut had subsided a little, but staring down at the twitching pink hole in front of him, evidence of their coupling smeared all around the soft lips and over Lucifer's thighs and ass, made the beast inside him snarl with a renewed hunger, his eyes raking up the pale small body to the flushed golden face of its owner, who was staring at him with blown wide pupils and a dopey smile on his face.
"What a mess I've made of you already," the radio demon hummed. "But you can handle more, can't you, pet?"
Lucifer twitched suddenly at the new nickname, his smile widening.
"Oh, I can handle whatever you dish out," Lucifer said, all teeth as he growled, "bus boy."
An excited thrill ran through the fallen angel as Alastor snarled at him again, tugging on his tail as he pressed the head of his cock to his entrance again, rubbing it there for a moment before pushing inside with an obscene squelch. Same as before, Alastor only managed to get half of his length inside before having to stop, running out of room, but this time, Lucifer had an idea, inspired by Alastor's seemingly unending bedroom.
"Don't short change me now, Bambi," he panted, snapping his fingers and watching Alastor's eyes go wide as he suddenly found himself with more space to press forward. The demon was able to push into him deeper, his eyes rolling back in his head as he groaned. Lucifer let his head fall forward onto the rug, feeling every inch of the hot cock inside the subspace he had created within himself. His physical body may have run out of room, but angelic magic was a wonderful thing.
"Shit," Alastor bit out, shivers wracking his body as he bottomed out, the plush of Lucifer's ass making contact with his hips for the first time that night.
"Holy shit," Lucifer giggled, half hysterical. "Why didn't I do this before?"
Alastor didn't answer him, panting with renewed harshness as he struggled to keep himself from coming again too soon. Even with two orgasms in the bag and his rut lessening, Lucifer taking him to the hilt was making his head spin. However, he was determined to make good on his promise to leave Lucifer a drooling mess on his floor before the night was done.
"Speechless?" Lucifer teased, daring to push back against Alastor, making the demon hiss static at him. When Alastor pulled out of him only to slam back inside, Lucifer's giggling was cut short by a loud gasp.
As Alastor set a brutal pace, the only sound louder than the slap of skin against skin that resonated throughout the bayou was Lucifer. The new position was reducing him to just cries and moans with the occasional exclamation, and Alastor was eating it up, even as he struggled to fight off the rut threatening to cloud his brain again. There was no way he was going to forget what it sounded like, what it felt like, to have the king of hell itself mewling like a cat in heat while Alastor fucked him raw. It was an impulse he wouldn't have even entertained before the rut set in, and now, he couldn't imagine a world where he didn't know how silky soft Lucifer's pussy was, or how perfectly Alastor's cock fit inside the new space thanks to Lucifer's magic.
Lucifer hadn't agreed to allow Alastor to use his body for subsequent ruts yet, but after a particularly well-timed thrust that made Lucifer clench around him, dragging a harsh groan from the radio demon, Alastor knew he wouldn't let the other man leave his room until he agreed. An eternity of rut still sounded worse than hell, but if Lucifer was the cure, Alastor could grin and bear it, just as long as the king welcomed him back with his body each and every time.
With a smile that curled maliciously at the edges, Alastor slowed his pace, going for harder, slower thrusts, hard enough to shove Lucifer forward with each one. Alastor's grip on his tail was the only thing that kept him from sliding off the demon's cock completely.
Forehead on the floor, Lucifer keened, his hands in a death grip in the rug as Alastor pounded into him. The demon let go of his tail to grab his hips with both hands, claws biting into the flesh and making tiny beads of gold blood roll down his thighs. Lucifer turned his head just in time to see Alastor's nostrils flare as the new scent hit him. The demon's rhythm stuttered for a second, and then the blacked out eyes were back.
Of course the smell of blood would set him off.
Lucifer choked around a groan as Alastor's body began to grow again, elk bugles mixing with radio chatter as his antlers returned to their full size, fur bristling as he pressed into Lucifer as deep as he could go, and then stopped, letting Lucifer feel every inch of his cock as it expanded to fit his larger form. Alastor leaned over him, his fur brushing against Lucifer's sweaty back, and Lucifer felt the hot breath on his neck as Alastor pulled him tight against him, and began to grind against his ass, the circular motion letting Lucifer feel Alastor's velvety balls rub against his clit with an agonizing slowness.
"Ohhh fuck yes," Lucifer hummed, biting down on his bottom lip without thinking, his sharp teeth splitting the soft skin and spilling more blood. Just when he thought Alastor couldn't get any more monstrous, the demon leaned closer and stuck out a longer-than-usual tongue, lapping up the blood before sliding it inside Lucifer's panting mouth.
The king moaned around the probing intrusion, closing his eyes as it caressed the inside of his mouth, running over his tongue, the roof of his mouth, and each of his teeth before retreating, a rumble of satisfaction vibrating through his back from the demon behind him.
"Delicious." Alastor's voice was distorted by radio static as he finally, finally, began moving again, resuming his slow pace, except now he was pulling out until only the tip remained, and then slamming forward with enough momentum to make his balls swing forward and smack into Lucifer's clit, punching a laugh of surprise out of Lucifer.
"Shit, Bambi," Lucifer chuckled, followed by a whine when Alastor repeated the movement again before picking up speed once more. The demon let go of one of Lucifer's hips only to press his gigantic hand to the side of Lucifer's face, holding him down as he fucked into him viciously, sticky black drool landing in big globs on Lucifer's back.
"Ahh yes, fuck fuck fuck, yes right there!" Lucifer screamed, screwing his eyes shut as Alastor's hips repeatedly smacked into his ass hard enough to bruise, shockwaves of pleasure like lightning shooting through his body.
Alastor stared down at the tiny body below him, screaming for him, overwhelmed tears forming in the king's eyes as Alastor brutalized his perfect cunt. Beautiful. Alastor could feel another orgasm building quickly, and seeing Lucifer open his eyes to glance sideways at him, causing a tear to slide across his face and onto the carpet, pushed him right over the edge.
The hand that was holding onto Lucifer's hip tightened, his claws drawing more blood. The smell made his vision go white and with an animalistic howl, he emptied himself inside the king again, hips faltering before stilling with him buried deep inside, his claws tearing into the rug next to Lucifer's head, his palm still holding him down.
Smile on his face, Lucifer sobbed around a moan, his immortal body starting to reach its limit. It would be easy to just snap his fingers and fix that, reup his stamina and eliminate the fatigue, but it had been so long since anyone had taken him apart in such a way, it seemed a waste to just make that go away. He told Alastor he could take it and he meant it. No way was he going to tap out now.
There were thick rivulets of come sliding down his thighs and he bit his lip, his body buzzing, his own release simmering near the surface. He was so close to the edge that all it took was a guttural moan from Alastor in his ear, one full of relief and satisfaction, and one last throb of the heavy cock inside him before he seized up with a gasp, entire body shaking as he came a second time.
"Fuuuuuck!" Lucifer cried, eyes rolling back in his head as Alastor twitched his hips slightly, not quite moving but giving Lucifer just enough movement to help him ride the pulsing waves.
Were it not for the hand holding his hip, Lucifer would have likely collapsed onto the rug completely. As he took a deep grounding breath to help him come back down from his climax, the hand on his face was removed slowly, followed by a chuckle.
"Are you still with us, your majesty?"
Forcing his eyes open, Lucifer was surprised to see Alastor was still in his feral state, black eyes and all. The fact that he was talking again was good, and Lucifer chuckled, giving him a shaky thumbs up.
"Good," Alastor purred, sliding in and out of Lucifer with tiny controlled movements, making Lucifer hiss. "Because I'm not done with you yet. Unless you'd like to tell me my name?"
A tiny flame of rebellion lit in Lucifer's chest and he grinned with all his teeth, his voice still a little out of reach. He knew his smile spoke for him, because Alastor's own grin twisted, a single dribble of black drool slipping down his chin, mimicking the fluids that were dripping onto the rug beneath them with audible plops.
"As you wish."
Once again removing himself from Lucifer's body (much to the king's dismay if his high pitched whine was anything to go by), Alastor instead stuck two massive claws inside his stretched out pussy, making him yelp and try to squirm away. With a teasing 'ah ah ah', Alastor caught his hip and held fast, chuckling as the king's small hooves scrambled for purchase on the rug, and began to pump his fingers slowly, making more come drip from the other man's entrance. Lucifer could barely keep himself up on shaking hands and knees, his head falling forward with small hoarse moans.
"T-too much," Lucifer panted out, even as his tail betrayed him, curling around Alastor's arm again and trembling.
"Is it?" Alastor said sweetly, pushing his fingers inside to the knuckle, drawing a sob from Lucifer, before removing them. "My apologies, sire. Is this more to your liking?"
He lifted Lucifer and pulled him back into his lap by his hip, his length sliding back inside easily. Lucifer wailed, his legs now on either side of Alastor's shaking with the effort to keep himself from going completely limp. Alastor wrapped both his clawed hands around Lucifer's waist, putting his mouth near Lucifer's ear as he began to lift and drop him on his cock, growling into his ear with each downward motion.
"What" plap "is" plap "my" plap "name." plap
Lucifer's eyes were rolling back in his head, pathetic half-sobs falling from his lips every time his ass made contact with Alastor's pelvis. He mumbled something and Alastor paused, keeping Lucifer flush to his lap as he leaned over the king's shoulder slightly.
"Sorry, I didn't quite hear you," he said sweetly.
Lucifer swallowed around his dry throat and turned his head, making eye contact as he smirked, already feeling Alastor's fur bristle at the sight.
"I said 'I have no idea'," he rasped out, chuckling when a loud elk bulge came from the demon, his nose wrinkling as he snarled.
"Why you little…"
Lucifer's chuckle stopped suddenly when he felt something curling around his waist and tightening. He looked down and saw Alastor's shadowy tentacles wrapping themselves around his and Alastor's thighs, effectively lashing Lucifer to the demon. The next thing he knew, he and Alastor were sinking into a shadowy pool, reappearing somewhere else in the room in front of an ornate mirror vanity. Lucifer promptly found himself shoved against it, his face inches from the mirror with a perfect view of Alastor looming behind him, shadowy tendrils thrashing around him.
"You insolent fucking brat," Alastor seethed even as he chuckled, releasing the tendrils around Lucifer's thighs only to wrap them around his waist and chest, snaking one around his neck as well.
Alastor gave a hard thrust that almost put Lucifer face-first into the mirror. Luckily he put his hand out, catching himself just in time as Alastor began to move again. Lucifer's knees buckled slightly, but he was pressed into the vanity hard enough that it kept him on his feet and, if he chose not to fix himself up after this, his hips would likely be bruised from being pressed into the hard wood.
Speaking of…
Lucifer had no idea how Alastor was still able to get hard, having come three times already, but he was having such a good time, he was definitely not going to complain, and in spite of how irritated he knew Alastor was with him, the demon also looked like he was having a good time too, his unblinking eyes locked onto Lucifer's in the mirror as he let out a pleased rumble when Lucifer moaned weakly.
The devil closed his eyes and hummed, tired and overstimulated but still very into this. Truth be told, Lucifer didn't know if he could handle another orgasm after the first two. It had been so damn long, but the fire in his belly was being stoked regardless. The drag of Alastor's thick length inside him was just too irresistible. There was no way he was going to be the one to wave the white flag of defeat.
"Look at me."
The sudden command made his eyes snap open again, meeting Alastor's gaze in the mirror as the demon stopped moving.
"Don't you dare look away again."
Lucifer couldn't even if he wanted to, the stupid smile reappearing on his face as Alastor hissed static at him, antlers at full size, radio dials in his eyes, and the ridge of fur on his back so stiff that it looked like a mohawk.
He was fucking gorgeous, and Lucifer knew he was now in truly deep shit for more reasons than one.
"Father above, what do they put in the water down here…" Lucifer muttered, making Alastor chuckle at him.
"I highly doubt he'd have an answer for you" Alastor sneered. "Oh, and if he could see you now, allowing your body to be violated in such a way by a mere demon. O Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be my name," he added with a growl, the mocking blasphemy making Lucifer giggle in spite of himself.
A hush fell over the bayou as Alastor and Lucifer looked at each other in the mirror, both of them panting slightly, Lucifer's breath fogging the mirror in front of him. Alastor leaned over him once more, and covered the hand Lucifer had on the vanity's surface with his own, his demonic claws dwarfing Lucifer's, putting the other against the fragment of wall above the vanity to stabilize himself. Lucifer's tail was wrapped partially around the larger demon's waist, trembling along with its master.
When Alastor began to move his hips again, something had shifted in the air. Staring at each other, almost panting in time, there was a new kind of intimacy to the entire thing, and it was making his body tingle. He couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or a bad one, and he wasn't interested in getting distracted by it at the moment.
He kept his thrusts deep and slow, wanting Lucifer to feel every single inch of him, watching as Lucifer's eyes began to glaze over, but never leaving Alastor's face. His hair was out of place and plastered to his forehead, his back had rug burns on it from being fucked harshly on the floor, there were no doubt matching burns on his hands and knees as well, and even with the smell of sex and blood heavy in the air, his body still smelled strongly of apples. Alastor burned every detail into his mind so he could revisit this moment later.
"S-speed up…" Lucifer said hesitantly, and Alastor decided to oblige him, picking up the pace and being rewarded almost immediately with a raspy moan.
"Ohhh yes, just like that," Lucifer hummed, his eyes rolling back only for a second before focusing on Alastor again.
It was obvious that they were both reaching their limits, given how Alastor was essentially the only thing keeping Lucifer standing, and how Alastor's own body was starting to quiver from exertion, but neither one wanted to call it quits yet, both of them wanting to make this last just a bit longer.
Alastor removed the tentacle from around Lucifer's throat and chest, leaving only the one around his waist to hold him in place, which caused him to fall forward more onto the vanity, unable to hold himself upright.
"Shit Al, ngh fuck…" Lucifer keened, the hand on the mirror tightening into a fist. Alastor's ears perked at the sound of the nickname and also what sounded like Lucifer's on-coming climax.
"Mm, close, but not quite, sire," Alastor hummed, leaning down and placing the smallest of kisses to his cheek. "Try again."
No longer feeling the urge to tear into Lucifer's skin with his teeth (no more than usual, that is), Alastor kissed his neck next, and then the junction of his shoulder, feeling Lucifer lean his head slightly to the side to make room for his antlers, all while staring into what felt like Alastor's soul with his bright red eyes.
"Wait," Lucifer all but begged after Alastor gave him a hard thrust, his voice shooting up two octaves. "The angle you're at, i-it's too deep, if you don't stop, I might end up mmm ah—"
The tears were back and Lucifer was losing the ability to speak again, so Alastor renewed his efforts, purposefully driving his hips up at an angle, curious to know what Lucifer was so scared would happen.
"Shit shit shit," Lucifer cried, his eyes wide, "wait, Al, stop. Waitwaitwait oh shit, Alastoooooorrrr!"
As Lucifer finally screamed his name, a burst of warm liquid splashed down Alastor's thighs and onto his feet, followed promptly by the near-painful spasming of Lucifer's cunt around his length. Feeling the last dregs of the rut leaving his body, Alastor let himself get swept up in the tide, his fourth orgasm blinding him with its intensity as he pressed his face into Lucifer's shoulder, gritting his teeth against the urge to bite down on the smooth flesh, and digging his claws into the vanity and the wall, cracking both.
Feeling more wrung out than an old dish cloth, Alastor's legs shook with the effort to keep his enormous body standing, so he retracted his tendrils and allowed his body to shrink. He wasn't quite able to make himself return to normal, his antlers remaining larger and his fur still hackled on his back, but he shrank enough that he slipped out of Lucifer, releasing the torrent of fluids trapped inside Lucifer again, covering their feet and his floor with even more mess than before.
"Fuuuuuuuck, I think I love you, Bambi," Lucifer slurred, boneless as he lay sandwiched between the vanity and Alastor.
Alastor chuckled smugly as he straightened up, glancing down and seeing Lucifer looking up at him with a lazy, satisfied smile.
"Oh nonsense, that's just the pheromones and multiple orgasms talking, sire," he said dryly. Lucifer responded with a casual 'ehh' and a shrug before he stood up as well, stretching his arms over his head and nearly punching Alastor in the face as he did so, his back and hips cracking in a few places.
"Soooooo," Lucifer drawled, turning around and leaning back against the vanity, "you feel better now?"
Alastor sighed as he looked skyward.
"… I do," he admitted. "It appears you were telling the truth about this rut thing."
"What, you thought I lied just to get you to fuck me?" Lucifer snorted. "Trust me, if that's all I wanted, I would have chosen a much easier day to come knocking."
One of Alastor's ears flicked with mild irritation at the thought of Lucifer trying to seduce him at any other time. He still wasn't sure if this was a manipulation that he had been too out of his mind to spot, but either way, things would have gone very differently if Lucifer had made a previous pass at him, of that he was certain.
"In any case," he said flatly, "I'm glad we established that you do in fact know my name. Perhaps you could try using it some time."
"Of course I know your name, Bambi," Lucifer snickered. "Haven't you seen the sign outside my bedroom?"
"I don't make it a habit to skulk around outside your personal quarters, no," Alastor said tersely, seeing as Lucifer blatantly ignored his request to just call him by his damn name.
Lucifer stuck his tongue out at him.
"Liar. I've seen that shadow of yours snooping around."
"Yes well," Alastor rolled his eyes, "as you've seen, it tends to do whatever it wants at times, like letting you into my room without permission. Thank you for reminding me that I need to deal with that."
Lucifer crossed his arms and frowned.
"You should be thanking it for saving you from spending another week in here alone jacking off, unless you would have rather done that."
"It's starting to sound more preferable at the moment," Alastor fired back with a sneer, radio static buzzing around him.
His expression turning stormy, Lucifer pushed off from the vanity, fists clenched at his sides and tail thrashing behind him.
"Oh! Well good to know. Just so we're clear, the next time your rut comes around, don't come crying to me to help you. You're welcome, you fucking ingrate."
Alastor's hand shot out and caught his wrist as he attempted to walk past, making the king stop short and stare down at the hand like it was offending him, before looking up at Alastor. The demon wasn't looking at him, his ears lowered but not completely flat. The smile that was frozen on his face looked like it was causing him pain, so Lucifer sighed.
"Got something else to add?" Lucifer asked patiently.
Alastor's ear twitched as he let go of Lucifer's wrist, still avoiding looking at him.
"I believe there's been a misunderstanding," Alastor said slowly. "I am not… ungrateful for what you've done for me. Bickering with you just comes naturally now. I don't know how else to speak to you."
Lucifer took a small step back towards him, raising an eyebrow.
"You could just talk to me, like you talk to everyone else in the hotel, like you talk to Charlie," he said. "I'm no different from any of them."
"But you are."
At that, Lucifer cocked his head, and when Alastor didn't say anything else, he carefully reached out and touched his arm. The demon jumped slightly but didn't pull away so Lucifer kept his hand there.
"You know I'm not," Lucifer said gently. "You know more than anyone I'm not. The power down here is not balanced in my favor by any means. My title as a king is just for show."
"It's not about your power or your title, Lucifer," Alastor huffed, and Lucifer was so thrown by the other man using his name that he just stared at him. Alastor's ears lowered more and twitched again, and Lucifer made a note to watch his ears more closely going forward.
"What is it about then?"
Alastor glanced at the other man and grumbled to himself, looking away once more.
Why did he even open his mouth? He should have just said he was thankful and let Lucifer go, just to keep things simple for next time, but then his mind flashed back to Lucifer staring at him in the mirror, to how transfixed he had seemed with Alastor. There had been no fear in his eyes, no dread like Alastor was used to seeing, and it didn't piss him off like it usually would. He wanted to be feared, wanted people to give him a wide berth and not get too close, but something had changed. Lucifer had now seen him at his lowest point, had watched him devolve into unrestrained madness, and had been attracted and intrigued… and Alastor had liked it.
The idea should have repulsed him, being looked at by someone in that way, with such wanton desire. Even if there had been an element of reverence to it, the situation that surrounded that singular moment was debaucherous and depraved, and yet, he was already looking forward to their next tryst.
It appeared the rut's fever had scrambled his brain.
"Al?"
There was that nickname again. Alastor looked at Lucifer again and upon seeing the concern on his face, quickly regathered his wits.
"Apologies, I think it best we table this conversation for another time," Alastor finally said, a damn sight softer than he had meant to, with a note of fondness in his voice. Any hope that he had that Lucifer didn't hear it disappeared when Lucifer's eyes widened slightly and a gentle golden blush rose in his cheeks.
"Oh, okay, yeah sure, we can do that."
"It just doesn't seem an appropriate topic, seeing as we're both still naked and covered in filth," Alastor added, delighted to see the blush spread.
"Ah… so we are."
They walked silently through the bayou back to the seating area, the sound of crickets and frogs around them as they went, their hooved feet quietly rustling the low grass as they went. There was a strange sort of comfort to the silence, so when Lucifer snapped his fingers to clean them up, it sounded more like a gunshot and made Alastor's sensitive ears twitch. Facing away from each other, they began to put their clothes back on.
Alastor was usually wearing his clothes when he changed shapes, but since he had grown and shrunk and grown again without them on, and he was still stuck in his semi-feral form, he had to use his powers to make them fit. The nice thing was, when he eventually returned to normal, they would shrink with him.
Speaking of normal, in spite of the new sense of ease Alastor had around the king (hands down the most shocking thing to happen that day), he did feel leagues better with his clothes back on. When he turned back around, Lucifer was doing up the buttons on his jacket and placing his hat back on his head. They were 'whole' once more.
"So, should I brace myself for that same level of enthusiasm from you next time?" Alastor asked casually as they began walking back to the front door together. Eyes bugging out of his head, Lucifer stumbled, dropping his cane.
"Oh will there be a next time?" Lucifer said around a laugh as he stooped to pick it back up. "Because I thought you said you'd prefer the company of your hand."
"Forgive me, sire, I'm still not quite in my right mind," Alastor replied smoothly, hands behind his back. "I haven't a clue what I was thinking, saying that."
"Uh huh, the old insanity plea, I get it," Lucifer chuckled. "So it looks like you'll stuck like this for a little while longer, huh," he added, motioning to Alastor's antlers with his cane.
"Yes but it's quite alright," Alastor smirked. "I'll just find something to occupy my time outside the hotel that will make this form seem acceptable. After all, it has been a while since I've gone out and had some me-time."
Lucifer grimaced.
"Only you can make something innocent like that sound horrifying."
"I do my best."
Alastor was purposefully taking them the long way back to his door. In spite of his joke, he really was in no rush to go out at the moment, feeling more open to lounging with a book in his arm chair (once he fixed it), and also Lucifer had expressed interest in the bayou and how it worked. He saw no harm in letting him see it. Even as they walked, Lucifer was staring around with big, curious eyes at all the details, including the odd manifestation or two of earth animals Alastor managed to conjure.
When the encounter started, Alastor was prepared to only spend as much time as was required with Lucifer to cure him of his ailment, but now in the aftermath, he found that he wasn't quite ready to part ways with the tiny king just yet. Lucifer fascinated him. Alastor wanted to find more ways to make him tick and laugh, his real laugh like the one Alastor heard earlier, not the fake one he always used around other people.
Alastor snuck a glance at the other man only to find Lucifer already staring at him, startled to find a smarmy smile on his face.
"You know, if you looked like this all the time," Lucifer said, motioning to Alastor's everything with his free hand, "I don't know if I'd be able to leave you alone. Gotta be honest, the monster look is really working for me."
"How incredibly shallow of you, your majesty," Alastor snorted. Now sort of used to Lucifer's touch, he only tensed a little when the smaller man hooked his arm through Alastor's, pulling his hands away from his back.
"Just take the damn compliment, red."
"Even after all this, you're still determined to call me anything but my name," Alastor sighed, steering them away from the edge of the water. His alligators were looking a little too interested in the new guest in their enclosure.
"I mean, I could always keep calling you Bambi instead," Lucifer suggested innocently, showing all his teeth when Alastor raised an eyebrow at him, radio chatter filtering through the air.
"Take it or leave iiiiittttt," the king singsonged. Alastor didn't dignify him with an answer as they kept walking, but his silence was apparently answer enough for Lucifer, who giggled at him.
"How often should I expect you to visit me now?" Alastor asked as they grew closer to the door, still arm in arm.
"Ohhhh I don't know," Lucifer said, distracted by a sparkle of fireflies as it flew by. "We don't have to be best buds right off the bat if you don't want to. Don't have to be friends at all if that makes it easier. I'd understand."
Alastor couldn't help but laugh a little, enjoying how confused it made Lucifer.
"Allow me to rephrase my question," Alastor said. "What I was trying to ask was how often should I expect to go into rut? Once a year, more?"
"Oh!" Lucifer laughed, swaying and bumping his shoulder against the demon. "That's what you meant, sorry. Well, it's like I said earlier. Everyone's rut cycle is different, and it's rare for sinners to get one at all, so as shitty as it sounds, you'll just have to pay attention. The nice thing is as long as you're doing that and staying on top of it, it shouldn't be as bad as it was today."
"Today was bad?" Alastor hummed. "And here I thought you were having a good time."
Lucifer laughed again, a real one, and Alastor felt his fur fluff slightly at the sound of it. Oh damn, he was in more trouble than he first thought.
"I guess it wasn't so bad," Lucifer teased as they broke through the trees, the bedroom door and main foyer just ahead of them. "But I always like to try something twice before making a final call, so I can't be too sure right now."
Alastor looked down at him and saw the king's serpentine tongue sticking playfully out of his mouth, and his already-wide grin spread wider.
When they came to a stop on the carpeted living room area, Lucifer removed his arm from Alastor's, and Alastor watched with increasing amusement as Lucifer's eyebrows furrowed, suspicion on his face as he looked around. When he realized that the area he was standing in was the same exact area they had been in before, and that Alastor had essentially taken him on a tour of the entire room before bringing him right back to where they started, taking advantage of the subspace magic, he chuckled to himself and shook his head.
"So I should just give you a ring the next time it happens then?" Alastor asked with a smile.
"You can, or you can just come find me in my room, save me a trip," Lucifer said smoothly.
Alastor's hands returned to their spot behind his back as he cocked his head.
"Funny, I thought you were very adamant about 'No Alastors Allowed' in your quarters. I'm not a fan of standing out in the hallway, predicament on display for anyone to see while I wait for you to answer the door."
Lucifer smirked at him.
"True, my sign does say that, but I don't call you Alastor, do I, so does it really apply to you?"
Sins below, his name really did sound so delicious on the king's lips. Alastor hummed at him, his eyelids heavy.
"I suppose not, seeing as you only call me that under… special circumstances."
Lucifer chuckled at him and fussed with his hat for a moment, flushing slightly.
"Right well, I'll, uh, see you back out there. Don't be a stranger, red."
Biting back a laugh at the awkward farewell, Alastor gave him a small half bow before the king left, shutting the door behind him. As soon as the other man was gone, Alastor's shadow appeared on the wall to his right, grinning as wide as can be at him. He rolled his eyes at it.
"Yes yes, fine, you are forgiven for letting him in."
His mind flashed back to the sound of Lucifer screaming his name as he came, and a loud burst of static echoed in the room as he chuckled to himself.
"After all, I suppose this isn't an entirely unwanted turn of events."