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[Visual Note: Late at night, Alastor returns from hosting his radio show. He is expecting his King to be relaxing in bed and waiting for him, but instead, Lucifer is busy working away at his desk.]

[Audio Note: Alastor humming, footsteps]

Alastor: [talking to himself] My, what a splendid evening. The screams have been particularly satisfying to the ears, the spirits are restless, and the broadcast was, as always, electrifying. Now then, where might my darling Lucifer be? Relaxing in bed, waiting for his ever-loving companion no doubt.

[Audio Note: door opening, footsteps, faint noise of writing]

[Visual Note: Lucifer is at his desk, writing away and dealing with paperwork]

Alastor: [curious, slightly amused] Oh, what’s this? Quite the surprise to see you awake at such an hour. Hard at work are we my dear Lucifer?

Lucifer: [grumbling slightly, focused] Eh? Oh, Alastor. Back already? I woulda thought you’d be on the air longer. Somethin’ happen?

Alastor: [more amused] No, nothing out of the ordinary kept me later than expected. Though I find it amusing that you assume I’ve only be gone a short while. Enlighten me, sweetheart, what time do you think it is?

Lucifer: [half-paying attention] I dunno. Around mid-day?

Alastor: [chuckling] Oh dear, I’m almost nervous to ask how long you’ve been slaving away with this paperwork. It is in fact well past midday. Late evening is more accurate.

Lucifer: [tired, exasperated] Past evening? Ugh, damn it... I’ve been at this desk since—[pauses, mutters to himself]—well, since this morning, I guess.

[Visual Note: Lucifer rubs his temples, looking visibly drained. Papers and files are scattered across the desk, a half-empty cup of coffee nearby]

Alastor: [lightly scolding, with an edge of concern] Tsk tsk tsk, what a dreadful habit, my King. Burning the midnight oil and then some? Honestly, this is no way to treat yourself. What could possibly demand such ceaseless attention?

Lucifer: [gruffly] You’d think ruling Hell was a vacation, wouldn’t ya? Endless disputes to settle, contracts to review, souls to process. It never ends, Al. Not unless I make it stop.

Alastor: [playful, yet pointed] And here I thought the King of Hell knew the meaning of delegation. Is this truly necessary, or are you simply indulging your penchant for control?

Lucifer: [shoots a glare] Don’t start with me tonight, Alastor. Not in the mood.

[Audio Note: Chair creaking, footsteps approaching]

Alastor: [softening] Oh, come now, my darling Lucifer. I only jest because I care. You look positively dreadful—and I mean that as an observation, not a compliment. Perhaps you might consider taking a reprieve?

[Visual Note: Alastor moves gracefully to Lucifer’s side, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder.]

Lucifer: [sighs, leaning into the touch slightly] I’ll rest when this is done. Can’t leave these things to fester.

Alastor: [smooth, persuasive] Rest first, work later. You’re no good to anyone—least of all yourself—in this state. Besides, wouldn’t you rather enjoy my company than waste away at this dreary desk?

Lucifer: [grumbles] Always so damn pushy, aren’t you?

Alastor: [smirking] Only when it’s for your own good, my dear. Now, why don’t you step away from this chaos and join me for a little relaxation? I promise I’ll make it worth your while.

[Visual Note: Lucifer glances at the papers reluctantly but finally pushes his chair back with a resigned sigh.]

Lucifer: [reluctant, but softening] Fine, you win. But don’t think this means you’re off the hook for distracting me.

Alastor: [grinning] Oh, I wouldn’t dream of it. Come now, let’s leave these dull concerns behind and remind you what it’s like to truly unwind.

Lucifer: [hum] And enlighten me. What exactly do you have planned?

Alastor: [grinning] Well, at first I pondered simply reading to you. But just by a simple touch I could feel the tension within your shoulder, so I’m thinking a simple massage would fair well.

[Audio Note: The sound of papers being shuffled aside, chair scraping, footsteps]

[Visual Note: Alastor leads Lucifer towards their shared king-sized bed, dimly lit by a soft, warm glow from a nearby lamp]

Lucifer: [arching a brow, curious] A massage, huh? Didn’t peg you for the hands-on type.

Alastor: [chuckling] Oh, my dear Lucifer, you underestimate me. I am a man of many talents, most of which you’ve yet to fully appreciate. Now, sit back, relax, and allow me to work my magic.

Lucifer: [chuckling] Fine, fine. I’m entrusting you with my life,

Alastor: [eye-roll] And you say I’m the one for dramatics. Now then, I believe that I would be able to more effectively relax your muscles if I have full access…

Lucifer: [grinning] Is that you insinuating you want me to strip for you?

Alastor: [smirking, feigning innocence] Insinuating? Oh no, my darling Lucifer, I’m outright suggesting it. After all, why do anything halfway when perfection is within reach? It’s far more practical anyway.

[Audio Note: fabric rustling, bed squeaking]

[Visual Note: Lucifer moves onto the bed laying on his stomach in nothing but his pyjama bottoms.]

Lucifer: Yes, yes, continue making excuses for yourself. You’re just looking forward to seeing my toned abs.

Alastor: [laughing lightly, amused] Oh, Lucifer, as if I haven’t already committed every inch of you to memory. No, this is purely for therapeutic purposes—though I won’t deny it’s a delightful bonus.

Lucifer: [smirking] Therapeutic, huh? I’m starting to think you’re the one who needs to unwind. All this pent-up energy—are you sure this massage isn’t more for your sake than mine?

Alastor: [grinning, rolling up his sleeves further] My darling, if I needed to unwind, you’d know it. Now hush and let me do what I do best—aside from broadcasting, tormenting souls, and, well, being a vision of charm, of course.

[Visual Note: Alastor sits on Lucifer’s lower back, placing his hands gently on his shoulders. He begins to knead the tension away with expert precision.]

Lucifer: [sighing, eyes fluttering shut] Mmm… I’ll admit, you’re not half bad at this.

Alastor: [smirking, ever the tease] Not half bad? My, what high praise!

Lucifer: [murmuring, voice soft] Don’t let it go to your head… you’re doing a damn good job though…

[Audio Note: Gentle rhythmic sounds of hands massaging]

Alastor: [leaning closer, voice low and teasing] Oh, Lucifer, you’re positively melting under my touch. Please continue to act as if this isn’t having an effect on you.

Lucifer: [half-asleep, muttering] You’re insufferable… just keep doing whatever it is you’re doing.

Alastor: [softly, with a hint of mischief] Oh, Lucifer, you’re practically purring. Should I be concerned you might take a page from Husker’s book and sprout whiskers any moment now?

Lucifer: [muffled, relaxed] Don’t push your luck, Alastor.

[Visual Note: Alastor’s hands trail lower, kneading into the muscles along Lucifer’s spine. Lucifer suddenly tenses, his body flinching ever so slightly.]

Alastor: [pausing, puzzled] Hmm? Did I hurt you? That wasn’t too much pressure, was it?

Lucifer: [quickly, shaking his head] No, it’s fine. Keep going.

Alastor: [narrowing his eyes, intrigued] Fine, you say? Then why, pray tell, did you just flinch like I’d struck a nerve?

Lucifer: [gruffly, brushing it off] I didn’t flinch. You’re imagining things.

[Audio Note: The faint squeak of Alastor shifting his weight slightly as he resumes.]

Alastor: [teasing] Oh, my dear Lucifer, I assure you my eyesight is impeccable. You did flinch. Care to explain?

Lucifer: [growing defensive] It was nothing. A… muscle spasm. Now stop prying and focus.

Alastor: [knowingly] A muscle spasm, you say? Curious. It happened precisely when I brushed over this spot right… here.

[Visual Note: Alastor presses gently into the small of Lucifer’s back again, watching as Lucifer’s body jerks slightly, a sharp intake of breath escaping him.]

Lucifer: [hissing through his teeth] Alastor.

Alastor: [mock-innocence] What? I’m merely being thorough. Relax, my dear.

[Audio Note: Lucifer exhales sharply, trying to suppress a reaction, but his body stiffens.]

Alastor: [grinning wider, realization dawning] Oh. Oh-ho-ho. Don’t tell me… Lucifer Morningstar, the proud and imposing King of Hell, is—how shall I put this—ticklish?

Lucifer: [snapping, face flushed] Don’t be ridiculous!

Alastor: [delighted, laughing softly] Oh, but I think I’ve struck gold! You flinched again! How utterly fascinating!

Lucifer: [turning his head to glare at him] Drop it, Alastor. I mean it.

Alastor: [ignoring the warning, leaning closer with a devilish grin] My, my. This is precious. What other secrets are you hiding from me, hmm? Shall we test a few theories?

Lucifer: [growing alarmed, trying to sit up] Alastor, don’t you dare—

[Visual Note: Sudden laughter erupts as Alastor’s fingers dart to Lucifer’s sides, experimentally pressing and wiggling. Lucifer’s restrained demeanor shatters as he tries to twist away, laughter spilling out despite his efforts to suppress it]

Lucifer: [gasping, laughing] Alastor! Stop it this instant!

Alastor: [laughing triumphantly] Oh, this is delightful! Look at you squirm! The mighty Lucifer, brought low by something as simple as this. Who would have thought?

Lucifer: [through laughter, growling] I swear, if you don’t stop, I’ll— hah!—make you regret it!

Alastor: [gleeful, unfazed] Regret it? Oh, darling, this is worth any consequence. You’re positively adorable like this!

Lucifer: [through laughter, trying to sound authoritative] A-Alastor! Stop this—now! I… I command you!

Alastor: [mockingly, between chuckles] Oh, you command me? Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I seem to be in a rather rebellious mood tonight!

[Visual Note: Lucifer’s laughter grows louder as Alastor suddenly flips him over onto his back, pinning him down effortlessly.]

Lucifer: [gasping, still laughing] A-Alastor, no-! Nonono! Let’s talk about this-!

Alastor: [smirking devilishly, leaning over him] Oh, my dear Lucifer, it’s far too late for that. Let’s see what happens when I explore a bit further, shall we?

[Visual Note: Alastor’s fingers dance across Lucifer’s ribs, eliciting sharp bursts of laughter as Lucifer arches his back and tries to bat his hands away.]

Lucifer: [laughing uncontrollably] No! Alastor, s-stop it! I—I’m warning you!

Alastor: [mock innocence, thoroughly enjoying himself] Warning me? Oh, but this is far too entertaining to stop now! And what’s this? Your ribs seem particularly sensitive. Fascinating! It appears you are simply just a ball of sensitivity now, aren’t you?

[Visual Note: Alastor moves to Lucifer’s stomach, gently clawing his fingers along the toned muscles there. Lucifer squeals, his laughter reaching new heights]

Lucifer: [squealing, breathless] Alastor! Please!

Alastor: [grinning triumphantly] Oh, please, you say? I never thought I’d hear the King of Hell beg. Music to my ears! It is quite unfortunate for you, my love, as I am just getting started. Let’s see… perhaps under these arms of yours?

Lucifer: [gasping and laughing hysterically] Stop it! You—hah!—you insufferable jerk! Shit, it tickles! It tickles so bad!

Alastor: [teasing, fully enjoying himself] Well, I certainly hope it would. That is the point of this little game we have going on, isn’t it?

[Visual Note: Lucifer manages to slip one hand free and grabs Alastor’s side, tickling him in retaliation. Alastor jolts, letting out a startled laugh.]

Alastor: [laughing, startled] Oh! You cheeky little–! What do you think you’re doing?

Lucifer: [grinning mischievously despite his breathlessness] Turning the tables, dear. Two can play this game as you called it. Let’s see how you like it!

Alastor: [laughing, trying to squirm away] Hah! Lucifer! That’s—hah!—quite enough! Oh, you’re far more devious than I gave you credit for!

Lucifer: [smirking, relentless] Oh, what’s the matter? Can’t handle a little harmless fun?

[Visual Note: Lucifer’s victorious grin doesn’t last long as Alastor recovers quickly, grabbing both of Lucifer’s wrists and pinning them above his head effortlessly.]

Alastor: [grinning wickedly, voice low and smooth] A valiant effort, my dear, but I’m afraid you shouldn’t have done that. Now, you’ve left yourself completely at my mercy.

Lucifer: [eyes widening, trying to pull free] Oh, shit–! Wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Alastor don’t–!

[Visual Note: Alastor launches a full assault, tickling Lucifer’s hips and sides mercilessly. Lucifer’s laughter becomes uncontrollable, high-pitched squeals escaping him as he thrashes helplessly beneath Alastor.]

Lucifer: [squealing, breathless] A-Alastor! I—hah!—I give up! I give up! Oh fuck–! I can’t breathe!

Alastor: [pausing, smirking triumphantly] Oh, what’s this? The great Lucifer admitting defeat? How delightful! Say it again, louder this time.

Lucifer: [laughing hysterically] I said I give! Please! Please, please, Al! I You win–! You win, you were right!

Alastor: [grinning, releasing him and sitting suppose Very well. I supposed I’ve had my fun. For now.

[Audio Note: The sound of Lucifer catching his breath, still chuckling weakly.]

Lucifer: [panting, muttering] You are such a menace aren’t you?

Alastor: [pleasantly, patting his leg] And yet, you tolerate me so well. Now, shall we get back to that massage? I promise to behave… unless you tempt me, of course.

Lucifer: [grumbling, flipping back onto his stomach] If you so much as twitch the wrong way, I’ll throw you out a window.

Alastor: [grinning, his tone light] Empty threats as always, my King.

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