sickfic please (alastor is the sick one)
part 1
"Did you just sneeze?"
Alastor's signature grin is persistent upon his lips, but the moisture playing at the edges of his eyes and nose isn't exactly helping his ferocity; glaring back at Lucifer weakly, he perches against the bar seat and roots around for a napkin as the King watches from behind the rim of his warm pink coffee cup.
Bodily dysfunction and Alastor weren't exactly synonymous. Probably one of the reasons why Lu liked playing with his feelings so much... drawing any inordinate reaction from the deer felt like a small churlish win. Back to the King, the radio demon is ignoring the new attention to the fullest.
As per usual, Husk watches them from the end of the bar.
"The fuck you lookin' at me for, you're the one who tells me to 'tend the bar', that's what I'm doin'. Not my fault you land at the bar I'm tending to spout your bullshit," the feline demon is muttering after Al shoots him a look only slightly under the radar. Lucifer is curious, but he stays in place until Alastor has cleaned his face up. Despite the continued silence (sans Husk's bitching), Alastor still seems irritated by the small amount of attention he's drawn to himself with just a simple sneeze.
"Just didn't think of the 'all-powerful radio demon' as someone to let an itty bitty cold bother him, that's all!" How cheery Lucifer manages to sound. Now that he's finally taken to the podium to respond, a the King's toothy grin is half-hidden by the new pink mug... the likes of which he holds in a vice-like grip- as Alastor as ruined the front of his outfit at the start of a new day not just once but twice.
For all the prodding that Lucifer has put Alastor through over the years, picking and flirting, he's never once blushed. But this time, through luck and combination of words, he's managed to embarrass the cervine demon just right to engage embarrassment instead of aggression.
The open physical response leaves Lucifer speechless. Wrist going slack, the cup drops a couple of inches to show his own slack-jaw; Alastor's ears have flattened back against his head an angry red blush furrows over his scrunched cheeks. It fills Lucifer with an all too familiar feeling...
...cuteness aggression.
Tea splatters to the floor, a few stray splashes, forgotten in the moment. "Stop mocking me!" Lucifer's brain works fast- was it... the praise? All-powerful? Even in a slandering tone, that had... ?
Had... he been mocking him? Kind of, though not in the way maybe Al would have expected. It was coy, playful- he did think of Alastor as powerful. Not as powerful as some of the powerhouses he'd come to know within his time, but a powerful demon of his own right. Though as they'd often say; physical strength wasn't everything. Alastor was powerful in his own right, as a multi-dimensional creature, trickery dressed in finery.
"What? You are powerful. And stupid cute when you sneeze."
Stupid cute? What the fuck did that even mean? Alastor sputters, growling openly and hiding behind his splayed hands before finally he's decided there's nowhere he can successfully hide here and it's time to go.
As planned... Lucifer sips his drink in silence as he watches the radio demon's shadow high-tail it out of the foyer with it's master in tow.
