#no one can know...

Both he and Alastor were tangled together – naked – and had just been lazily exploring each other’s mouths, as well as…some other places. Lucifer had been hellbent on them christening his new room at the hotel this time, so they were currently finding pleasure in each other within his oversized bed.

“Why are you so worked up about this anyway?” Alastor asked him, curious. Alastor was reclined comfortably on his back; Lucifer knelt over him. “From what you've told me, we won't be doing anything incredibly enjoyable to you for quite some time yet.”  

“What I told you was: this is something we would be building up to...which will require at least a few sessions...I never said I wouldn't enjoy it.” Lucifer explained; laying a lick across a series of scars that ran across Alastor’s chest, Lucifer’s devil’s tail only lashing out more. 

“You're actually very excited about this then, aren't you?” Alastor noted; his hand pressed to Lucifer’s thigh, absent-mindedly rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

“Very.” Lucifer’s eyes burned gold, flaring brighter momentarily.

“And now, I'm worried…”

Lucifer laughed. “It will be enjoyable...for both of us. I get to explore something new with you and I...I get to be your first. I think that gives me a right to some excitement.”

“Ugh... I'm not a virgin.”  

“No...” Lucifer allowed, only he made a face when he thought: …but, that tight hole of yours is.

“Luci...I can read your face and I don't care for what it just said.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed.  

“Look... I'm just excited to get to do this with you, alright.” Lucifer smiled a toothy-wide grin and laid himself down so that he was hugging Alastor’s bare chest, his head resting on his sternum and looking back up at the Sinner demon. “I want to make you feel good, Al. And, I think if we approach it in the right way... you'll really enjoy it.”

“Honestly, Luci...this whole approach you've got planned...it just sounds...demeaning.” Alastor winced, his ears lying back; remembering how Luci explained to him what he should be expecting in these sessions. “I mean…This, is what you did!? All this…preparation?”

“Hm...nope...” Lucifer had hoped to avoid this question. “But, I also have the advantage of…shape-shifting.”

“Oh, you little fuck- Can't you just...’break me in rough’ or something?” Alastor asked him in exasperation. “We've gotten overzealous in things before...bloodied each other up. Whatever injuries I sustain – if any –“

“Though I understand that idea might sound more appealing to your ego,” Lucifer interrupted him, sitting himself up now, flicking Alastor on the nose and eliciting a snarl. “I won’t humor it. I won’t be hurting you when we do this.”  

Alastor gave him a withering look of disgust.

“Seriously, Al... I'm not doing this to outright embarrass you.” Lucifer told him, being absolutely serious now. “But, if we're doing it at all... we're doing it right. I don't want...” He sighed. “I don't want there to be any more bad experiences associated with sex for you. Am I excited to get to try this with you? Yes. Do I think once we get really going with it in later sessions that you will love it? Yes. But...if it makes you uncomfortable or you dislike any part of it...even if it’s just the prep - I want you to let me know.”

“...fine.” 

“Good enough.” Lucifer nodded, pleased. Shifting forward; he leant himself down – his mouth finding Alastor’s again. The kiss started as something soft but then slowly built into something more…demanding. Alastor slid clawed fingers through Lucifer’s hair; clutching at the angel’s neck and pulling him harder to him. Lucifer nipped at his lip sharply and Alastor drove his tongue between their parted lips.

After some time with this, Lucifer pulled himself away – panting now.  “Now...” He swallowed, steadying himself and shifting down. “I normally only like to introduce one new thing at a time when it comes to these types of sessions, however...”

Lucifer slid his hand between them; skimming downward – his fingers finding Alastor’s semi-hard length.  

“Some...distraction may prove helpful.” He breathed, doing something with his hand.

Alastor jerked; his ears standing straight and stiff as rods. His eyes widened and he shifted, suddenly apprehensive. “What the-“ He squirmed. Gripping Lucifer’s shoulders he tried moving him enough to the side so that he could see. “What did you just-“

He managed to make an opening between their bodies by just enough to look down and see.

“Did you just put a cock ring on me!?” He snarled out his astonishment.

“Yes, yes...I did.” Lucifer smirked, rather proudly. “They’re normally meant to restrict blood flow…gives you a longer erection but, this one is stretchy and…stimulating.”

“It-!” Alastor swallowed; shifting more. It feels...interesting.” His long ears were rotating; flicking and turning as he seemed to be fully processing this new and unexpected physical development.

“Haha!” Lucifer grinned widely back at him, showing all of his teeth. “Yeah, they do! Now, turn over... 

“Oh, good God, Lucifer…this is humiliating!”  Alastor groaned into the sheets.

“Humiliation is the spice to arousal, my friend.” Lucifer sang back at him.

Alastor was pressed facedown into the bedcovers; his ass lifted up above bent knees and tail standing straight. Lucifer was presently pressed to his backside, stroking and massaging the taut muscles surrounding Alastor’s entrance with his fingers and his claws; his own body leant forward in such a way that he also was able to reach around and stroke at Alastor’s rising cock.  

“You are an appreciator of the culinary arts…” Lucifer hummed.

“Oh, please...dear Satan…Luci! Do not talk about food or cooking...not now!” He groaned again; pressing his face harder into the bed – ears flattened in his immense embarrassment.

How did I let myself end up here!?

Alastor’s antlers were steadily branching out from his head; his tail had a delicate raised and frizzed ridge running up the middle of it and Lucifer was enjoying winding him up, more and more.

Lucifer snickered. “Musical arts, then!” He pressed himself closer into Alastor. “Your ass is a symphony...and I'm going to play it.”

“That's...” Alastor gasped; feeling Lucifer’s hand retreat from his quivering erection. “That's not...oh, sweet Lord!” Alastor’s claws tore into the sheets; his hands clenching beside him.

Lucifer’s hands had slid between Alastor’s cheeks, spreading them as he pressed in with his face now…forked tongue flicking and tracing all along his rim.

“Mmphg...” Alastor moaned into the covers.   

Lucifer was no longer stimulating his cock but the ring he had placed there made it feel like Alastor was still being gripped…and as his arousal climbed, the sensation to his length only tightened. Alastor shifted; spreading his legs out wider, when Lucifer’s tongue entered him.

Alastor’s back bowed, his pelvis tilting sharply.

Gasping, Alastor whined at the warm and wet feeling of Lucifer probing him.

Lucifer’s tongue wiggled and wagged; pressing and teasing at Alastor’s tight muscles that were just inside. Dragging his forked tip in a circular motion against Alastor’s walls, Lucifer felt the puckering of the tight hole against his ministrations, and it elicited an obscene moan from the devil’s mouth.

Alastor’s tail flicked at the sound of it…his body melting into the pleasurable vibrations it was sending careening up from his tailbone and upward into his spine.  

Feeling this change in him; Lucifer retreated his tongue, pulling himself back.

“I should toss your salad more often.” He was smirking, the forks of his tongue curving and sliding across the corner of his upper lip.

“Lucifer…” Alastor growled a warning, the sound of it rumbling out from the covers.

“Hehe…apologies.”

With a flick of the hand, Lucifer had his fingers coated in a slick and warm lube.  

Gently, Lucifer grasped Alastor’s tail in his un-lubricated hand. His thumb stroked soothing circles into the soft smokey skin that ran up the underside of it and his slick fingers pressed against Alastor’s opening, massaging him against the entrance there.

Alastor felt the warm lube sliding across his twitching hole and he wasn’t sure just how much more of this he could take… The things Lucifer were doing to him there were stimulating enough but he still had the cock ring to contend with. All of it had him breaking out into a sweat now; his legs and his knees where quivering from the slow building of an absolute tension that he never knew his body was capable of withstanding.

"You're doing so good, Al... are you ready for more?" Lucifer was pressing himself back into him; the pads of his fingers teasingly brushing and pushing…threatening to press inside.

Alastor’s tail, still in Lucifer’s hand, began wagging. 

"Mmm...good boy." Lucifer breathed, Alastor’s tail was giving him all the affirmation that he needed.

Alastor felt a heat touching his face that quickly climbed into a flaring scorch when Lucifer pressed one finger into him, the first joint of it sliding inside. Reflexively, Alastor tensed, and his tail went stiffly erect in Lucifer’s curled fingers.

"Easy...try to relax. It's going to feel different...I promise I'll go slow." Lucifer was telling him, coaching him.

Lucifer carefully wagged his finger, pushing more inside. 

“Ahhh....” Alastor was groaning, body trembling as he shifted himself. He was biting his lip now; the heat in him only growing hotter, his face only turning redder.

"You're doing great, Al.” Lucifer told him. “But, fuck...you’re so tight." He growled, a heat quickly building in him now.

Obscene imaginings…the very thought of Lucifer getting to slide himself into this tight and radiating heat...feeling the walls pucker and tighten against his own cock.

It was much too enticing.

“You're still too tense.” Lucifer suddenly noted, feeling and seeing that Alastor’s entire body was still strung tighter than a bowstring. “C'mon, Al... you can do this...relax for me, baby.”

Alastor’s tail wagged again, and Lucifer squeezed it, thumb and fingers stroking through the still-standing strands of hair. A great breath of air rushed from Alastor’s lungs and little by little, his muscles started relaxing. 

"That's it...good." Lucifer groaned, his finger sliding more inward now and Alastor’s tail flicked in his hand. 

Lucifer twisted and rotated his wrist…teasing and pushing again before he slowly and carefully began pumping his hand.

A loud groan came from Alastor and he was bending his back; pressing himself into Lucifer and rocking against himself against him now.

Hm…yes, Al…that’s the way.

Lucifer’s tail slithered and slid between Alastor’s outspread knees. Curling the tip of it upward; Lucifer found the head of Alastor’s incredibly engorged length and Lucifer began to tease him there with his tail.

“Ah, fuck…” Alastor gasped out. “Luci…” His claws were digging into the mattress now.

Lucifer, himself, was incredibly hard now and he fought the incessant urge to rub and grind himself against Alastor’s thigh…to rut and hump himself against him like some miserably randy dog. He was still pumping his finger…curling the tip of it and sliding it…forward and back…just like his dick would be. He wasn’t just imagining it now, but feeling it. Feeling the exact way it would be like to be inside of Alastor; how there would be that resistance at first…how Lucifer would take his time and slowly – but surely – he would bury all of himself…right up to the very hilt -

“Luci! I...” Alastor was trembling; desperately trying to convey something now.

Lucifer pulled away from his own filthy thoughts and immediately knew what it was.

“Already!?” Lucifer asked him, leaning over…happily surprised.

I knew he would like it, but damn…

Alastor nodded; waves of pleasure urgently rushing through him now.  

“That’s great, Al.” Lucifer told him; pressing himself closer. “Let it take you.” Lucifer curled his finger into him more; never changing tempo.

Alastor shuddered; nearly breathless now. “The-the ring!?”

Oh….ha! Lucifer realized.

“You can come, Al...it won’t stop you.” Lucifer explained, suppressing a low chuckle as he continued pumping his hand against him. “It might feel like you can’t, but you can.”

Alastor whined and whimpered; claws raking beside him – hips thrusting sharply forward now.

“Or, I can remove it –“ Lucifer meant to offer.

“No, I think- I’m-” Alastor jerked and then he was crying out. “ I – I’m...!”  

When he came, the explosion that was Alastor’s orgasm was like a shotgun going off. Everything rushed to him so hard and fast; the violence of it...the sheer, brilliant ecstasy that rammed into him from some deeper, tighter coil that he never realized his body possessed…it sent him reeling…it was overwhelming….it was, incredible.

The tension letting go in Alastor was suddenly too much; he wobbled and everything gave out as he fell into the bed underneath Lucifer.

Dragging his tail out; Lucifer carefully – slowly – removed his finger from Alastor. Lucifer was deeply appreciating the fluttering of muscles his finger was retreating from…the needfully way Alastor was whimpering and wiggling when his digit left him – leaving him empty.

Lucifer sighed with a deep and domineering pride. Letting go of Alastor’s tail; he let it fall limply from his hand; moving both now to run possessively – greedily – over Alastor’s sweating cheeks and upper thighs.

Oh, but how much I crave to claim you…Alastor.  Lucifer’s member was absolutely twitching at the idea, pre-cum beading at his tip and so ready now to be put to the task.

Lucifer bit his tongue; arching his back… the temptation of impaling Alastor now…to drive his sword in and to drive it deep…it was…intoxicating.

I never would…of course…not now…not…yet. Oh…but to feel you writhing against me.

He was drooling at the very thought.

His hand twitched; fingers flexing as Lucifer went to reach for himself but then, Alastor was moving, shifting and turning himself over.

Alastor’s eyes were lost in a haze; but seeing Lucifer…seeing the absolute hunger…the lust…the need that the very devil had for him then...Alastor never knew that Hell could burn so hot.

Lucifer’s own eyes were glassy – his pupils blown-out – staring back at Alastor from heavy, hooded lids.

“You did enjoy it then?” Lucifer asked him, his voice like gravel against the back of his throat.

“Of course. Are you surprised?” Alastor asked him lowly, sitting himself up and leaning forward now.  

“Not really...” Lucifer was searching for something else to say, but the fog in his mind that he was shifting through was becoming too heavy and Alastor was crawling over him now; his long body angling itself around him, pressing close…Long and firm fingers wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft; gripping him fully. Lucifer’s head bent back at the feel of it and Alastor’s face followed his. Heated and panting breath was puffing against Lucifer’s already too-hot skin, Alastor’s mouth pressed in close to the side of Lucifer’s face.

“Were you...imagining it?” Alastor asked him in a low growl.

Lucifer’s face flared red and he nearly bucked himself into Alastor’s hand.  

“Imagining what it might look like...imagining what it might...feel like?” Alastor was groaning growls against him and Lucifer couldn’t fucking take it.

Lucifer bucked into his hand then, hissing at the pleasure of feeling Alastor wrapped so firmly to his swollen cock; and Alastor’s grip tightened.

Oh...fuck…Lucifer was dizzy with want.

“Hmmm...” Pleased with Lucifer’s response, Alastor hummed against him. “How warm was I, Luci?” He growled.  

Alastor hand tightened again; and Lucifer thrust himself forward – teeth clenching as he grunted out a salacious pant.

“How...tight was I?” Alastor crooned and it was Lucifer’s undoing.

Lucifer was thrusting into Alastor’s hand in earnest now; the pleasure building in him was rolling over him in great and powerful – overwhelming - waves.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.”  Lucifer’s panting was slowly developing into some wanton chant as his pelvis ground and bucked into Alastor’s caged fingers.  

“I can tell you that I was imagining it, Luci…” Alastor purred back at him; drooling seeping from between his teeth; strands of it slipping from his lips and sliding down Lucifer’s neck now. “To feel your cock...this cock...entering and sliding inside of me...” Alastor released a shaking breath out. “I cannot wait.”  

And, over the edge Lucifer went – nearly howling out his immense pleasure, Lucifer’s hands flew up; his claws digging into Alastor’s sides as his release violently took him. Alastor growled in an approving surprise at the sharpened edges dragging against his skin – cutting bleeding scratches all along his ribs.

Lucifer’s cum came through Alastor’s fingers in spurts; Lucifer pumping himself all out into Alastor’s tight hand; and when he was done – Alastor released him – letting him fall limply against his own belly.

With a purring growl; Alastor slumped himself forward – collapsing with Lucifer back onto the bed.   

Alastor’s ears were flicking – reflecting his satisfaction as Lucifer was still working to steady himself; panting heavily underneath him.

“That was…okay, then?” Lucifer gasped out.

Alastor’s growling slowly turned into a building rumbling. “More okay than I'm ready to admit to you yet…so, please…shut the fuck up, Lucifer.”  

The room was dark and the room was stale: the curtains had been left drawn and there clearly had been no opening of a window or door for some time. Charlie had kindly offered days of respite for all residents of the hotel; there had been much to do following the re-build of the place and their stand against Adam…Alastor had happily threw himself into catching up on tasks he had left to address within his radio tower or among the other Overlords. Both Alastor and Lucifer had seen less of each other these past few days, these past few nights – something that was inevitable with all the responsibilities they had left to maintain; but Alastor still found Lucifer’s absence this morning as something that required his full attention.

“Luci?” Alastor asked again; softer now as he gently pulled back the mess of blankets and covers that laid across the bed.  

The covers pulled away and Alastor saw that Lucifer was curled tightly into himself; wings out and folded protectively to his sides. He shifted some; feathers shuffling as he pressed himself tighter to the bed and softly groaned.

“Lucifer…do you mean to remain restive the entirety of the day?” There was no contempt in Alastor’s question; only a curiosity. He tilted his head, carefully assessing the angel. He noted that Lucifer was dressed in only his boxers and that his long devil’s tail was coiled, wrapped and firmly holding him; loops of it stacked all along the length of one arm – a clear indication of self-soothing.

“Hmph…too tired…” Lucifer mumbled into a pillow, turning his head away from Alastor.

Alastor’s smiled twitched briefly at the corners of his mouth and he eased himself down to sit beside Lucifer.

Reaching out and saying nothing, he slid his hand to touch Lucifer’s bare arm beside him; claws dragging across soft skin. Lucifer tensed – face burrowing further into the pillow and body tightening; reluctant to move. Humming, Alastor’s claws dragged gently down Lucifer’s arm and finding that he wasn’t being pried from his position – Lucifer relaxed, softened and melted to the touch.

Tracing his hand down; Alastor coaxed and freed Lucifer’s own hand from him. Pulling it away and pulling it close; Alastor traced patterns across the back of it, following the knuckles and pressing into the palm. He turned Lucifer’s hand this way and that in his; feeling Lucifer’s arm going lax and boneless as he did. Alastor glanced back down at the angel.

Such an interesting contradiction…refusal of self-care but desperate to self-soothe…averse to being moved or touched…yet…starved for it just the same. How the ailments of the mind love to fuck with us, and those that we cherish. He mused, bringing Lucifer’s hand to his lips. He held it there briefly, softly to his mouth before a sharp end of a tooth bit into the skin.

Lucifer yelped; yanking his hand back.

“The fuck!?” he hissed.

Alastor sucked his teeth…cortisol. Even in ichor, Alastor could detect the bitter notes of the stress hormone – it would seem.

“You are depressed,” Alastor said softly.

“Yeah, no shit,” Lucifer snarled. “You couldn’t have just asked!?”

“I…wouldn’t have known how to broach such a subject,” Alastor admitted.

“Well, consider it broached,” Lucifer bit back, curling back into himself and turning away. He sighed. “Please go away, Al…I don’t…I didn’t really want you to find me like this. It’s not something I can help and it will pass, I just…I need to let it run its course. You’ve got plenty to do and I’ll be more like myself later on...” 

“Mmm…yes. Lot’s to do,” Alastor hummed. “I wonder…would you eat anything if I brought you up something?”

“No...I-I really don’t want anything right now, thank you,” Lucifer told him quietly, still turned away.

“A bath first, then,” Alastor decided; leaning over and lifting Lucifer completely out of the bed.

“The Hell!? Al!?” Lucifer objected as Alastor swung him with him; taking him with as he headed for the bathroom.

“It will do you good,” Alastor told him; pausing at the door and nuzzling him in a moment of sweetness, “and frankly…you stink, Samael.”

Lucifer huffed; his tail had slid away from his arm – lashing beside them in agitation.

Alastor was right, the bath had helped.

Moving one of the radios he kept throughout the hotel, Alastor had it placed beside were he knelt by the tub – playing soft jazz – as Alastor worked at scrubbing Lucifer clean. Alastor had set his jacket and bowtie aside; his sleeves were pulled up past his elbows; his shirt open at the collar and a little way down his chest – exposing the end of his freshly healed scar; his gift from Adam – and he hummed as he saw to his angel.

He took his time; washing and scrubbing at Lucifer’s back, under his arms and along his chest. He even dosed him with clean warm water; taking pangs to massage his scalp with shampoo and conditioner, thoroughly cleansing his hair, before dosing him again – rinsing him off.  

Lucifer never commented on it; but he also had noticed the movement of a few of the many rubber ducks he kept randomly placed throughout his suite. One sat atop the radio Alastor had brought in; another beside it. Another two were floating in the tub with him and still another sat beside the warm, fluffy towel Alastor had set aside to use when they were done.

The agitation Lucifer first had felt towards Alastor’s ministrations was short-lived; turning instead into a deep-seeded guilt that laid heavy in his gut before giving way to something sucking and cloying…something that pulled at him – demanded and commanded his body and his mind – holding him in a firm state of dullness, exhausted and forlorn.

After ensuring that he was toweled and dried, Alastor provided Lucifer with clean sleepwear; silk blue pajamas and soft, fluffy slippers. Refusing to be made to be carried this time; Lucifer led the way, shuffling dispiritedly back into the bedroom.

Lucifer was surprised to find it in a different state than what they had left it, and he couldn’t fathom when Alastor found the time to make it so. The curtains were drawn back and Hell’s muted, afternoon red rays filtered in; the fabric of them rustling in a gentle fresh breeze that wafted through the now-open windows. The bedding was changed; the duvet and the sheets all made up – fresh and inviting – the smell of sweet lavender permeating the air from the linens. At the bedside table, a steaming cup of what smelled like hot, chamomile tea, honey and a scone.

A hard lump was forming in Lucifer’s throat…that same deep-seeded guilt ebbing in his belly – telling him he didn’t deserve such treatment…that it was pathetic for him to need such kindnesses…  

 Alastor peeled back the covers to the bed whilst Lucifer kicked off the slippers.

“Eat if you can,” Alastor told him; squeezing his shoulder and stepping away so that Lucifer may slide back into the bed. “The tea I brewed with valerian root; it will help you find sleep.” 

“I have a couple of matters to address; won’t take long,” Alastor assured him.

“Al…you’ve got too much-“ Lucifer began; settling into the bed.

“Luci.” Alastor gently took his chin; forcing their eyes to meet. “ Listen to me when I tell you: You are the most important thing I have to see to today…nothing else.”

Lucifer swallowed…a dry and uncomfortable swallow; feeling nothing but a hollow ache; only hating himself more for it.

Alastor kissed him. He wasn’t surprised to find the lack of enthusiasm in return for the gesture but the unfamiliarity of it still unnerved him. Squeezing Lucifer’s shoulder again; he dissipated into shadow and quickly drifted off.

Twenty minutes later, he was back in Lucifer’s room – sooner than he could have hoped. He had canceled a late afternoon tea with Rosie; had informed Carmilla that he would have to follow up with her on some reports at a later date and had quickly checked to see that there was nothing absolutely pressing happening right then with the hotel or any of its residents.

Coming back; he saw that Lucifer had nibbled partway through the scone that he had brought and that the tea had been drained empty.

Also better than I had hoped… Alastor noted. He smoothly changed himself into his own silk sleepwear; a red pin-striped style silk set of his own – and he crawled into the bed; joining his angel.

Alastor pulled Lucifer’s tight and curled body to him; his own long body and limbs curling around him and holding him close. Lucifer stirred and Alastor saw that he hadn’t quite found the sleep his mind and his body so badly sought for.

“The valerian didn’t do the trick, huh?”

“No…” Lucifer groaned; pressing his face into Alastor’s chest.

“Hmm....” Alastor hummed. “I wonder…if you’d mind following me into the shadows?”

Lucifer tilted his head; questioningly looking back at Alastor with one eye.

“My shadow…well, he’s grown rather inexplicably fond of you,” Alastor explained. “It’s not something I normally could offer but…he’s agreeable.”

Well…more than that really… Alastor winced inwardly; dreading the sensual implications it would potentially bring in their sexual exploits with each other.

“So…would you like to?” Alastor asked him when Lucifer laid quiet. “Join me in my…shadowy domain? I assure you; it’s quite pleasantly restive.” 

Lucifer sighed; pressing his face closer into Alastor; closing his eyes. “I bet that’s what you say to all of your King’s of Hell…”

 “Quite,” Alastor smiled; happy to see that Lucifer was finding some humor in this miserable day he was having. 

“As long as I’m with you…” Lucifer said softly.

“Of course…” Alastor told him; hugging him tight.

His shadow came and in a smooth and enveloping coolness; Lucifer felt both he and Alastor being pulled into a submerging darkness…the sleep that Lucifer had so desperately needed finally found him.

“Sleep well…our King.”

Part 2: Out by the Bayou

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Oh, the unholiest of fucks…

Lucifer swallowed hard; a deep flush flooding his face as he grappled with trying to process everything that he was seeing…everything he was feeling.

Multiple glowing-green tentacles were snaking toward him now; sliding up his calves and sliding under his jacket; one especially large one raised itself; then dipped it’s pointed end at his collar; coiling down and wrapping around his abdomen beneath his clothes; and still, more were coming…

He fought to control his breathing; shuddering at the contact the appendages were making all across his now sweating body.

It’s okay…just one of your top personal sexual fantasies you’ve kept to yourself for some time now…be cool….

The first tentacle was still pressing and pushing against him and he was having trouble forming thoughts before a smaller tendril crawled across one hip; diving downward along his lower back and sliding between bare cheeks.

“Whoa! Hey!” Lucifer jumped; waving at the tendrils. They retreated but only slightly. “A little forward don’t you think?” He gasped, feeling entirely flustered as he looked up at Alastor.

“I thought you might appreciate some forwardness.” Alastor smirked back at him. He hung, naked and suspended by the tentacles that erupted from his shoulders – their lengths twisting and winding themselves above him and into the rafters. One long tendril coiled itself from chest to leg, its center wrapped modestly over and across his manhood.

“Well, I certainly feel overdressed. No one bothered to tell me that our evening involved nothing but birthday suits.”

“Oh, you came dressed just perfectly, your highness.” Alastor told him, his voice dipping low.

The tentacles surrounding Lucifer started moving again; snaking into his layers of clothing and lifting and pressing themselves through and under fabric to find bare skin.

“Your attire will fit my plans just nicely. I would very much like to ruin that suit.”

Lucifer audibly gulped and Alastor laughed.

 “You’re getting yourself quite hot and bothered over all of this…” Alastor noted; the tentacles keeping him suspended slid lower and other appendages moved and pulled so that he was brought closer to Lucifer; one tendril snaking forward, curling and pressing to the King’s chin – lifting his head.

“You’ve been blushing since you arrived. It’s quite lovely.” Alastor’s looked down at him; satisfied. “I hope that you don’t get too bewildered by my…antics. I do still need you to be just a  little bit cocky.” He chuckled as the tendril released Lucifer’s chin, sliding away. Alastor’s tentacles pulled him back up and away from the angel.

Smaller tendrils were snaking through Lucifer’s clothing; one coming from his chest, wound its way upward and to his neck; sliding up his jaw and under his hat and into his hair. Another coiled around his thigh; the tip of it sliding up and beneath layers so that it was flicking and tickling the underside of his lifted cock and balls.

“Ahh..” He gasped; the tentacles tightening around him.

“There are…rules to be addressed before you become too incoherent.” Alastor was telling him, the picture of absurd nonchalance.

“Rules?” Lucifer choked out; a tentacle sliding from his back, lifting from within the collar and coiling into this hair; pulling his head back sharply as he looked up at Alastor.

“You won’t touch me.” The way Alastor said this made it clear that this wasn’t an option. “Instead, I will have my own fun and you might get to watch…as for you, well…I get to - do to you - whatever I might like to, with these.” His tentacles tightened around Lucifer more still. “And, I get to absolutely destroy your royal garments…though I’ll spare the hat. 

Jesus fuck…did he hear me say something in my sleep!? This is too unreal!

“I…accept.” Lucifer croaked.

“Splendid.” Alastor hissed; eyes glowing wickedly red in the dim light of the station.

Alastor’s glowing-green tentacles swarmed him. Pulling Lucifer to the ground; they twisted and wriggled almost frantically as they buried underneath clothes and snaked and coiled in all directions across his body. One tendril quickly hooked the hat from off his head; flinging it somewhere aside. Finding his arms and his legs; tentacles wound and tightened so that Lucifer’s arms were bound tight together at his chest, his legs held loosely open and bent.

Assaulted by sensation; Lucifer bowed and bent backward. The tentacles contacting his skin were warm and tingling – sending a volley of prickling pleasure to his spine and spreading downward. Gasping; he jerked and squirmed at the overwhelming onslaught.

Alastor watched him with dark and narrowed eyes. He could feel every touch the appendages made; every poke or prod, every slither and slide, every push or pull. Feeling his way up the inside of Lucifer’s leg, he directed one tendril to snake its way up; slowly and steadily curling its limp and twisting body around Lucifer’s shaft.

He heard the King’s sharp intake of breath at the contact; and Alastor felt the heat coming from the man’s throbbing sex. The tendril curled and lengthened then using its pointed end; it burst through the seam of Lucifer’s crotch, ripping a gaping hole, releasing the devil’s monster it held in its firm grip.

Alastor leaned back, head tilted so that he may continue to watch Lucifer’s undoing.

Is this all that it would take? Alastor thought darkly; arousal clouding his mind and bringing treacherous thoughts to the surface. To set in motion the very ruination of Lucifer…to ensure the King of Hell was at his full and complete disposal and nothing in all of the realms to stop him?

Alastor scoffed at the thought. Surely not.

Others would be surprised to know, but: that type of pilgrimage didn’t hold his interest anyway.

Forgetting his dark thoughts; Alastor’s attention turned fully back to the task of sweetly tormenting his fallen angel.

The tendril wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft had started moving; and it was sending a series of vibrations down the fully engorged and erect length. Lucifer was nearly bent backward in-half; spit dribbling from behind clenched teeth as he battled with the increasing overstimulation.

Alastor felt a heat rising and burning through him; watching Lucifer – his antlers growing outwards…it was effectively stoking the flames to his own fire.

Shifting the tentacle that encircled his groin; Alastor let it drop away – his own member erect and needing.

Perhaps…this ruination…was only truly meant for me.

The tentacle encircling Alastor moved; coiling itself so that it laid snaking up one leg and curling across his waist and torso; supporting his weight. Other tendrils wound their way down from rafters; encircling his wrists and bringing his arms out and away from his body. One tendril slid to his penis – teasing the tip of it; Alastor’s gaze fixed on Lucifer.

Sweating, shaking and panting – Lucifer wasn’t sure that he could take much more of this. His system was absolutely flooded – he was having trouble deciphering the sensations; where they were coming from or where they began. Everything was too much and yet not enough; all at the exact same time.    

He heard tearing and soon the tentacles were ripping apart his clothes. His jacket; shirt and dress pants hung in tatters – the tendrils winding through the tears and holes to pull themselves tightly to him. Their movements were becoming less frantic now – more steady; the tingling and vibrations slowly dying away. The appendages sliding across his skin had become slick; both with his perspirations and something of their own.

Breathing heavily; Lucifer angled himself to look up at Alastor through glazed eyes – seeing that he was now just starting to enjoy himself.

A tendril was wrapped intricately and tightly around Alastor’s balls and shaft and it was moving – slowly jerking him off. Alastor’s eyes were closed now; his head bent back as he focused on what he was feeling; focusing on the tendril still wrapped around Lucifer’s cock. Matching the pace he had set for himself; he moved the tendril.

Oh, fuck… Lucifer felt himself sink beneath the surface; watching and feeling this all play out.

Oh, fuck, fuck, FUCK. Lucifer’s overstimulation had turned into an overwhelming pleasure. His body now ready to process everything it had experienced into something…earthshattering.

Alastor felt Lucifer’s tightening.

Heh, not quite yet, Luci.

He deliberately slowed the tendrils movements, releasing the grip it held and sliding it to play and flick at Lucifer’s balls. He got a rewardingly frustrated groan for his efforts, and it broadened the smile stretched wide across his face.

Almost there.

Alastor bit his lip; feeling his own waves of pleasure washing over him. He stretched and pulled against the tentacles supporting and holding him. There was something to be said for self-care – the feeling of fucking and being fucked – it sometimes was very rewarding.

“Please…Al….” Lucifer was pleading now. “Fuck…I’m so hard…”

Feeling his penis curving tightly now; Alastor obliged.

Alastor slid the tendril that had been torturing Lucifer back into place and he almost came from the contact. Moaning; Lucifer felt the relief of the sliding and pulling against him and he was climaxing in moments.

Alastor thrust his hips sharply; his own peak found as he felt Lucifer’s sweet release – and his tendrils slid away.

“Well, I did have more planned but I greatly miscalculated the stimulatory effects of these things.” Alastor was telling him; a tentacle snaking from his back and tossing his clothes into a bundle on the floor. Another one coiled and curled over to Lucifer; offering him his hat before slid away; disappearing completely into Alastor’s back.  

Alastor had found a pair of black sweats to slip into for himself and a soft red robe that read Hazbin Hotel in the stitching for Lucifer. Charlie had insisted the robes be made and on hand for any guests who wished to have one but Alastor had never seen any of the current residents bother with them.

They were in Alastor’s room. Following their rather erotic session within the radio tower; Alastor had moved them and their belongings by the use of his shadows.

“Yeah, no shit.” Lucifer twitched; a spasm of the residual energy transferred to him by the tendrils zapping through his body.

“My fault entirely.” Alastor continued. “I haven’t really experimented in putting them to this particular use before.”

“Oh, that’s what I want to hear. You could have ripped me in half!”

“Funny, I wasn’t hearing any complaints from you earlier.” He looked at Lucifer from the corner of his eye; head tilted – his smile ever-present across his face.

Lucifer flushed and Alastor chuckled.

“We can take a shower.” Alastor offered. “But, I’m afraid mine is not nearly as glamorous as yours.” Lucifer twitched beside him again and Alastor snorted. “It might help to reduce some of that tension you’ve got left.”

“Yeah, let’s try it.” Lucifer readily agreed.

Alastor led him to his bathroom.

Lucifer was surprised to find that it was entirely surrounded and engulfed by plants – and not just cute little houseplants but true and actual flora. There were patches of bright green grass and wildflowers bursting from the floor tile; vines wound their way from the ceiling; snaking across the walls; moss grew in mounds or hung long and stringing overhead; a small cypress even took up one corner; branches stretching over the tub and shower; filling the room with a natural and heady scent.

Very strange to have all this in a bathroom but it was all also very Alastor. This hotel room; it was like, his own personal little deer den.

Lucifer paused; slowly turning and taking in every detail as Alastor ran the shower; waiting for the water to reach an agreeable temperature.

“How did you-?”

“With an incredible amount of power and an incredible amount of skill.” He answered; holding his hand to the water and nodding, he moved to strip his sweats off.

“You are…such an ass.” Lucifer told him. He approached the shower as Alastor stepped in and stopped; appreciating a blooming and pungent bunch of honeysuckle.

“Stop molesting the flora and get in.” Alastor told him.

“I wasn’t touching any of it!” Lucifer pulled off his robe; going into the shower with him.

It wasn’t exactly cramped but the space left for them was small. Alastor was dousing himself under the hot water that poured from the shower head – working his claws through his hair and the base of his antlers; steam filling the room.

Lucifer patiently awaited his turn; pressing himself into a corner.

Alastor shook the water from his head and antlers; turning to look at him.

“What are you doing?” He asked.

“I’m…waiting? I don’t know…I mean, I know you don’t want to actually be touched right now so –“

“Oh, come here.” Alastor reached for him and pulled him under the water with him. “Just don’t get…handsy.” Alastor said; turning to reach for some shampoo. Lucifer hissed when the hot water touched his skin. “And, don’t be a baby.” Alastor added.  

Lucifer stood with his back to and against Alastor’s lower chest and stomach – feeling the hot water washing over both of them. Alastor worked through the shampoo, conditioner and body wash that he had; passing them to Lucifer to use as he went. Lucifer went to scrub at his back and seeing that he wasn’t getting all of it; Alastor indifferently lathered up the parts that he missed for him.  

When they were done; they both returned to Alastor’s room – their waists wrapped in towels and carrying their clothing.

“Charlie’s not back yet?” Lucifer asked him; poorly hiding his concern.

“No, not yet.” Alastor shook his head. “Neither are any of the others. My shadow is still keeping an eye on things.”

Lucifer was starring at a bit of peeling wallpaper.

“I’m certain she is just fine, Luci.” Alastor told him. “Lilith wouldn’t allow anything or anyone to harm her and she didn’t go alone.”

“Heh,” Lucifer laughed lightly. “That’s the first time you’ve called me that…’Luci’. I like it.”

“You did tell me that I could.” Alastor reminded him.

“Yes, yes I did.”  

“I thought you did very good tonight, by the way.” Alastor told him. “I mean, you handled things well. I wasn’t easy on you. I’ll make some adjustments and plan out things a little better the next time we try it.”

“Next time!?” Lucifer’s eyes widened.

“Only if you’d like to-“

“I would. Very much.” Lucifer told him; already very excited by the idea.

Alastor couldn’t remember what he had meant to say – ‘you were perfect’ or something similar to it but what came out was:

“You’re…perfect.” 

He tensed; hearing himself say the words, but then Lucifer looked at him and…something changed.

“What did you say?” Lucifer asked him, softly.

“I…” Alastor’s throat clenched at the look Lucifer was giving him, his heart thrumming heavily in his chest. A warm and familiar feeling…a cold and frightening memory…

Fuck. Do I really want to take this risk again? And, for what exactly…?

Ears leaning back, Alastor moved in – clawed fingers spreading across Lucifer’s jaw and cheek as he bent down – softly kissing the angel. Lucifer returned his kiss but otherwise, he did not move –restraining himself from touching Alastor.

Alastor broke the kiss – deciding something.

“You may touch me.”

It wasn’t long after that, that they were both tangled in each other within the sheets of Alastor’s bed. Lucifer was still feeling incredibly overstimulated from their previous session already and Alastor took care in slowing things down and steadying them both out where he could.

Suddenly, Alastor broke away from Lucifer; his head coming up – ears working and eyes darting as he focused on something; like he had just had an important thought.

“What is it?” Lucifer asked, shifting to sit upward.

“Husker and Niffty…they were both alarmed by something just now.” Alastor paused, ears still moving like he was listening for something that Lucifer could not hear. “I think…whatever it was; it’s resolved itself now.”

“You’re sure? You can go if you –“

“No,” Alastor shook his head. “They’re ok. They’re at that damnable bar downtown that they’ve got named ‘Consent’ these days.”  

“Oh, I hate that place. What even is the vibe supposed to be like there, anyway? Like, are they really encouraging consent or is it supposed to be some messed up joke because they’ve got all those sex rooms and-“

“Luci.” Alastor growled at him. “I really don’t want to talk about this right now.”

He crushed his face back to Lucifer’s; clawed fingers winding into the angel’s hair and pulling them both back to where they were.

When Alastor slid himself inside Lucifer, he groaned at the tight and quaking heat. Lucifer shuddered, panting beneath him. Alastor began thrusting and their bodies melded together in a delicious friction. Lucifer’s claws raked bleeding scratches across his back and shoulders; Alastor’s tongue slipped between parted lips and slid wetly inside the King’s mouth.

When they came, they came together – fully and completely consumed by each other.

It was early morning when Lucifer materialized himself into Alastor’s hotel suite. It had been days since Al’s….episode…and Alastor had – predictably – been especially touch-averse and distant following the event. Alastor had still made it a point of making sure Lucifer was welcome to stay with him at the hotel but Lucifer felt it better to give the guy some space, let him process through his aftermath in his own way.

“Breakfast is finished and ready downstairs if you’d care for any.” Alastor told him, he was leaning against his writing desk that set against the wall – holding a cup of coffee. His smile looked strained. He had his jacket off; his shirt sleeves rolled to the elbows.

“You got that all done rather quickly.” Lucifer noted. “Were you up earlier than usual?”

“Yes.” Alastor brought the mug up to his face, taking a swallow, his ears twitching sharply. “I was…Woke up, then couldn’t go back to sleep.”    

“You seem agitated this morning, is something wrong?”

“Everybody is pissing me off this morning.” Alastor told him, as if that explained everything.

Is anyone else even up yet? Lucifer wondered.

“Would you prefer it if I left you alone for a while?” Lucifer asked him.

“No.” Alastor told him, honestly. “Just don’t be irritating.” He pushed off from the desk, turning to absently scan the newspaper he had there.

Lucifer snorted and Alastor gave him a sharp look.

 “Damn, you are in a bad mood this morning.” Lucifer smirked with a coy look in his eye, strolling over to Alastor now. “There are ways to deal with some of that growing tension, if you catch my drift.”

Alastor cocked an ear at that; turning his head – about to say something - when he caught the expression on Lucifer’s face, eyes wide and staring at Alastor’s crotch.

Alastor moved his mug; glancing down.

“FUCK!” He spat; slamming the mug down onto the desk and splashing coffee.

 “What’s…what’s happening?” Lucifer was stunned…clearly seeing the growing bulge behind the seam in Alastor’s pants.

Alastor leaned against the desk, head in his hand – clearly mortified.

“I’m having…a breakthrough rut.”

“A what, what?” Lucifer asked him, still staring – processing.

“A rut between ruts – if you will.” Alastor groaned. “Not a full one…typically much shorter, less intense. They sneak up on me sometimes.”

“Oh.” Lucifer said.

Then, “Oh…” He looked at Alastor, smile widening across his face.

“You fucking wipe that smile off your face.” Alastor angrily hissed at him. “There’s only three days until the extermination and Adam targets this hotel. We don’t have time for this! We still have a load of shit to do to get things ready and Charlie has another godforsaken bonding activity she wants us to participate in today before we start!”

Lucifer’s grin curved more. “We might just have more time than you think…”

“Pray tell,” Alastor glared at him. “What gives you that idea.” 

“Charlie told me yesterday what the activity she had planned for us was…I took initiative and told her that: you and I have very important strategies to discuss in your handling Adam for the first part of the assault and that we…sadly…would likely be otherwise engaged all day.” Lucifer tilted his head, flashing Alastor a very wide and very toothy grin.

“I might rather the activity Charlie has planned…” Alastor told him, unenthusiastically.

“You’d rather sit in a circle, holding hands, singing ‘kum-ba-yah’ with everyone this morning?” Lucifer asked him, dryly. 

“She wouldn’t-“ Alastor saw the stark deadpanned looked on Lucifer’s face. “Never mind…I take that back. I’m liking the idea of your plan much better now.”

“Hmm, yes.” Lucifer slyly grinned. “I’d much prefer singing ‘Cum-ba-“

“Stop!” Alastor quickly interjected and Lucifer snickered.

Alastor heavily sighed in his frustration, ears leaning back. “This is ridiculous. You and I need to be utilizing our time productively…actually discussing Adam and making our final preparations for the hotel.”

“What we need, Al, is for you to be focused.” Lucifer told him; coming closer and reaching a hand to press his palm to Alastor’s face. “We’ve still got time to tie the loose ends up but you’ve got to make yourself a priority in all of this too. Everything we’ve planned and prepared for won’t work if you leave yourself open to distractions or mistakes.” Alastor leant himself into Lucifer’s hand at that.

“I made a deal with you - promised you - that I would be here to meet your needs so that we might see this thing through.” Lucifer continued and Alastor softened further, tilting his head; Lucifer pressed his forehead to his. “Let me keep that promise and tell me…what do you need?”   

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After engulfing them both in his shadows; Alastor moved them both into his bed. Still dressed; they roughly – passionately – kissed as they quickly both began working each other out of their clothes: Alastor deftly hooking the underside of Lucifer’s hat with a claw and tossing it so that it spun and landed atop the beam of a bedpost; Lucifer slipping off Alastor’s bowtie and quickly unclasping each button to his shirt so that he might reach beyond the fabric; greedily touching heated bare-chested skin with clawed hands.

Alastor wasted no time getting Lucifer out from his suit jacket and shirt, sliding the garments off the angel and pushing them from off the bed. Lucifer’s claws dug red trails into his ribs and back, sliding underneath his fully open dress shirt and dragging pleasurably all along his skin. Growling appreciatively, Alastor pressed Lucifer into the bed – crawling over him and laying himself across the angel. He held Lucifer’s face firmly by one hand – his other hand dragging claws through platinum locks; lips pressed tight and warm against his.

Lucifer felt Alastor’s tight bulge pressing firmly against him through the clothing and he slid his hands down to begin loosening the clasps to Alastor’s dress pants. Alastor groaned against him and he lifted himself up; moving to kick off his shoes and socks. Lucifer quickly moved to do the same; seeing Alastor was deeply flushed with his arousal now; his antlers lengthening.

“Do we need to go somewhere else?” Lucifer asked him; wondering if Al would need to shift form at some point.

“No…” Alastor told him in a low voice, gripping him by the hips and dragging him to and against him. “I have you right where I want you.” He told him darkly.

Lucifer shivered pleasurably – excitably - in anticipation. He’s so different when he’s ruttish. I like it.

They both were still wearing their dress pants, Alastor’s clasps completely undone. Alastor leant down – crushing his mouth back to Lucifer’s, bending one knee so that he was pressed into Lucifer’s crotch and grinding himself heavily against one leg. Lucifer gasped at the tightening tension between both legs; feeling and hearing Alastor grunting above him. Lucifer moved to slide his hand down - seeking relief. Alastor snarled at the movement; grabbing and gripping the hand tightly in his own and pulling it away – pinning it to the bed as he ground himself even harder into Lucifer.

Ah, fuck… The tension between his legs was building and tortuously sweet; he felt the heat of his own flush creeping from his chest up into his neck and spreading across his face.

Seeing this; Alastor shifted enough so that he could grip Lucifer’s other hand – pinning it down tightly just the same as he continued mercilessly rutting himself into Lucifer’s leg – pressing his knee deeper into Lucifer’s tightening crotch.  

Lucifer was throbbing and his hips jerked; desperate to find any form of relief. Lucifer squirmed, searching for even the smallest amount of friction.

Alastor’s grip on him tightened and he lifted his head. “Keep still, your majesty.” He growled, ears pinned and eyes glowing red. “I’m not nearly done with you yet…”

Oh, fuck, fuck…he’s not messing around.

Alastor’s eyes narrowed; his grinding slowing and turning into long dragging strokes all along his leg.

Jesus. If I’m this hard then he’s a fucking masochist…

With a low groan, Alastor’s head tilted back and he bit his lip – blood seeping from the cut.

Lucifer huffed out his frustration – his erection was painfully tight in his pants at this point.

And, Alastor was fucking smirking at him.

The absolute cunt.

Suddenly, Lucifer had a thought and he couldn’t help the smile that touched his face.

Would be a first for us…can’t say I’ve never been a little bit curious…wonder what the smug motherfucker would make of it then.

Something very clearly shifted and Lucifer waited for Alastor’s reaction to it, but the rutting demon was too otherwise occupied to notice it right away.

Lucifer felt a surprising lack of relief at the change. He was no longer crammed tightly and painfully into the seam of his pants-  but if anything – his throbbing and aching need for Alastor’s administrations was more now.

That…may have backfired. He thought briefly as a pitiful, needy sound escaped from between his lips.

Alastor’s ears stiffened at the sound and his eyes deeply dilated. He huffed; smelling a scent he hadn’t previously noted and his head sharply jerked – looking at Lucifer with not just a hungry expression – but with one that was starving.

Alastor’s smile stretched, tightening sharply at the corners and Lucifer was nearly slapped by the pungent smell of Alastor’s musk.

Oh…crap.

 Alastor immediately released him; letting Lucifer’s hands go and lifting himself from Lucifer’s legs.

Alastor’s musk pervaded Lucifer’s senses; his eyes dilated into dark discs, his blood ran hot and his body cried out for the claiming it craved.

Desperate, Lucifer’s hand quickly went to the clasps of his pants – jerking them open and shoving the waistband sharply down. Alastor moved, grasping the fabric further down on Lucifer’s legs and pulled him freely out.

Alastor hummed with pleasure; seeing the new wet, seeping and fleshy cunt, nestled there between Lucifer’s spread and open legs. 

Slowly, Alastor crawled to him – his humming building into a deep, low and purring growl as he descended on Lucifer with watering mouth. Lucifer’s system was flooded with pheromones – his body electric and singing – as he lifted his hips; sighing when Alastor’s teeth and tongue touched against his novel and needing sex.

 Alastor was made dizzy at the scent and he grunted sharply – appreciatively - at the taste; his face burying deep into the sopping folds and finding the delicate entrance.

“Al…” Lucifer’s hips tilted; and he felt Alastor’s tongue enter him – sliding and twisting inward – lapping and brushing against clenching and pulsating walls. “Ah, fuck…Al.” Lucifer moaned.

Alastor’s ears straightened sharply upward; quivering at the needy tones. 

Huffing again, Alastor pulled back his tongue and retreated himself from Lucifer’s fluttering and heated hole.

Alastor shifted himself between Lucifer’s legs; reaching inside his waistband and pulling himself out. His erection was remarkable; tightly curved, fully formed and more than ready for the task at hand.

Alastor shifted still closer; holding his length with one hand and stroking it teasingly against Lucifer’s slit; pressing the tip of it briefly to the swollen clit and sliding back down.

“Are you ready to become a proper doe, darling?” Alastor asked him, softly.

Finding himself too overwhelmed to answer him verbally; Lucifer nodded, biting his lip and lifting his pelvis.

Sliding himself in; Alastor slowly pushed his length fully into Lucifer; burying himself completely up to the root. Lucifer’s walls clenched around him.

“Ah….shit.” Alastor groaned. “Ah, that’s tight.”

Gasping together; they both paused – waiting for their bodies to adjust to this new and incredible feeling. Alastor stretched himself over Lucifer; finding both his hands again – he intertwined his fingers with his – holding him tightly. He leant down; foreheads touching as Alastor began to move – taking slow and long strokes – in and out.

Lucifer rotated his hips and he relished every pleasurable sensation he found in each tilt he made. His body bowed beneath Alastor; lost in their movement, lost in their scent and lost in their sounds.

“Oh, Luci…” Alastor pulled his head away; groaning with immense pleasure. “How sweet you feel…” And, he bent his face to him – kissing him warmly.

Lucifer lifted his face, pressing himself into the kiss as he felt Alastor’s thrusts speed up. Sweating and panting; they moved with and against each other – their tension rising and tightening together. Lucifer’s threshold met its end first; he broke from his kiss with Alastor; obscenely needy and wanting sounds escaping him with each drive Alastor made into him. He bent himself further backward and when Alastor’s hips thrust forward; he saw stars.

Yes….yes….YES. He thought, heart hammering in his chest at each phenomenal stroke that brought him closer to a fantastic climax.

Alastor bent to him; his thrusting becoming more desperate as his own end swiftly followed. Alastor thrust himself sharply – deeply – into Lucifer; the angel cried out and broke beneath him. Growling; Alastor thrust himself sharper and harder – a rush of wetness between them and Lucifer’s spasming walls sent him careening over the edge. With one final growling grunt; Alastor jerked his hips heavily forward – holding himself there as he emptied himself into Lucifer – feeling a deep and carnal satisfaction at the sensation of his cum spilling out of Lucifer’s wet pussy when he finally pulled himself out.

Lucifer was still laying there, processing his vaginal orgasm when Alastor leaned back, gripped him by the waist and flipped him over. Alastor’s hands slid underneath him; coaxing him up and onto his knees. Lucifer was lost to a pleasant haze; Alastor’s musk telling Lucifer’s mind and body that this was something he also wanted; and when Alastor slid himself in again…there was no question.

Pressing himself back: Lucifer widened his hips, feeling Alastor’s thrusts reaching into him in an even deeper way. Alastor’s claws were dug tightly into his waist; holding and pulling him back so that every drive into him was pleasure spiked with pain but the combination of the two only served to heighten his arousal. Alastor’s erection quickly recovered and soon he was pounding into Lucifer’s newly developed cervix in just the perfect way. Heat rushed into Lucifer’s face and he felt a familiar burning coil tightening deep within his belly. Gasping; he buried his face into the bed; his hands forming fists into the covers and the change in angle only served to bring him more pleasure. 

Moaning and feeling like a bitch in heat; Lucifer limply rocked back and forth. Alastor leant with his long body over him – sliding himself in even deeper and thrusting harder. Alastor’s penis curved into him, pressing and sliding against the sweetest of spots. When Lucifer came again; he was yelling into the covers:

“Ffffffffuck!!! Yes….”

Alastor’s claws dug deeper; keeping him in place while he continued to chase his own climax. Lucifer panted; feeling incredibly overstimulated and sore. His body shaking, he groaned beneath Alastor.

Feeling and hearing the change in him; Alastor slowed his movements. Releasing Lucifer’s hips; he leaned forward onto one hand; pressing his chest to Lucifer’s back – gliding his other hand across Lucifer’s belly and sliding claws into wet folds.

Slowly…wonderfully…Alastor dragged and pushed his length through Lucifer as his fingers circled his sensitive nub. The additional stimulation did something unexpected for Lucifer; quickly changing his overstimulation into another mounting climax that he wasn’t sure he was ready to take.

“Al!” He lifted himself. “Oh, fuck…Al…wait. I can’t…I’m…Fuck I’m-!”

Alastor chuckled darkly against him; his fingers pressing harder into the swelling nub; his thrusts speeding back up again.

The wave of Lucifer’s third orgasm came crashing into him; and Lucifer stiffened and bent beneath Alastor. Feeling his angel break apart beneath him again; Alastor thrust himself sharp and deep into Lucifer; unloading into him again and slowly pumping himself out.

Alastor pulled himself away and seeing Lucifer shaking and wobbling on his knees; he pulled him down with him and they collapsed together on the bed – both soaked in sweat and panting heavily.

“Maybe warn a guy…” Lucifer huffed, still panting. “Before you wreck his pussy like that! Jesus...fuck, Al…” 

“Maybe warn a guy…” Alastor huffed with him. “Before springing said pussy out to get wreck.”

Lucifer snorted and they both choked out exhausted laughter.

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Still shaking with mirth, Alastor pulled Lucifer closer to him – both laying on their backs as they drifted off together in post-coital rest.

“I thought you said these in-between things for you were less intense!” Lucifer panted.

“Hm…yes.” Alastor sighed. “I did say that…”

“This is the fourth round, Al! Fuck!” Lucifer bent back; overstimulated and incredibly sore.

It was getting on to be well into the afternoon now and Alastor and Lucifer had remained in Alastor’s room; never leaving the bed. 

Alastor chuckled; adjusting the movement of his hips.

“Your fault for being so goddamn irresistible, your majesty.” Alastor purred back at him. “I can’t seem to get enough of you today.”

Alastor laid leant back – half-sitting - against the headboard of the bed. He was fully naked now – having lost his shirt and pants at some point during their second round – and he leaned back comfortably on the stack of pillows, jutting his hips in a steady but easy pace as Lucifer rode him.

Lucifer leaned forward now; adjusting the angle as the overstimulation lessened but remained for him just the same. He had shifted his genitals back to his preferred male ones. Alastor’s dick was hard and curved inside him, Lucifer’s own cock erect and oozing drops of pre-cum at the slit. Lucifer lashed his long devil’s tail in frustration; feeling incredibly aroused but finding no relief for the feeling at present.

Alastor smirked at him; also feeling overstimulated and frustrated but feeling satisfied to see it reflect back at him in such a visually pleasing way. He slowed the rotation of his hips; his juts into Lucifer turning into quick but short jabs.

“Maybe if you weren’t such a fucking tease...” Lucifer stretched himself out; claws digging and dragging across Alastor’s chest and drawing blood.

Alastor leant back; hissing in pleasure at the sharply biting pain. His jabbing juts stuttered; and he thrusted himself – hard and deep – into Lucifer once, then twice.

“Ah, fuck yes!” Lucifer nearly curled himself in half – claws dragging deeper.

Alastor’s musk had abated but Lucifer still felt the effects of the aphrodisiac in his system. Blood seeped from the freshly made cuts across Alastor’s chest, sliding down his ribs and across his abdomen in small winding trails. Alastor drove into him again and Lucifer shuddered with immense pleasure. Leaning himself down – he moaned obscenely, lapping at the blood across Alastor’s belly with forked tongue; dilated pupils locked and staring at Alastor’s deeply reddened face.

Mounting pleasure overtook all of Alastor’s senses and he clenched his teeth; driving himself deeply into Lucifer again and again. Bending backward at the assault; Lucifer lifted himself, clawed hand pressing into the smear of blood across Alastor’s stomach as he felt an incredible tension building. His devil’s tail whipped around them in frantic excitation. They came together – it wasn’t the first climax they found mutually for themselves that day but truthfully…Lucifer had gave up with keeping their total tally.

Lucifer shakily lifted himself off of Alastor, the sinner’s limp dick sliding from him and falling to the side.

Breathing heavily, he crawled up Alastor; sitting himself comfortably straddled on Alastor’s belly now.

“As fun as this has been…” He huffed, breathing heavily, “And as much as I’d like to continue doing this all week with you…” Alastor snorted at that. “Maybe we should work on winding you down now. We do have to actually do things tomorrow.”

Alastor made to make some smart-ass remark when Lucifer shifted form – all six wings unfurling from the angel’s back and stretching themselves widely before settling back, folded and relaxed beside them. Alastor’s eyes widened; unable to help himself from finding those wings utterly and entirely breathtaking.

“I sliced you up pretty good…” Lucifer noted softly, clawed finger trailing across one of the deeps cuts he had made to Alastor’s upper chest. “I welcome you to return the favor.” He murmured, lifting Alastor’s clawed hand and pressing the palm of it to his own chest.

Seemingly unable to help himself; Alastor extended his claws – their tips piercing the skin. Lucifer shuddered; a pulsing pleasure overwhelming and softening the bite of it. Alastor’s hand flexed; claws digging deeper but still, he hesitated. Holding Alastor’s hand pressed to his chest; Lucifer added pressure – encouraging Alastor’s hand to slide down, cutting delicate bleeding-golden trails into his own skin.

Alastor swallowed; retracting his claws and quickly pulling his hand away. His ears were standing straight; quivering and twitching ever so slightly. He looked into Lucifer’s eyes; finding nothing but an open approval there – he leant in. Wrapping his arms around Lucifer and pulling him closer to him, he licked and sucked at the seeping cuts his claws had created against the soft and heated skin.

The ichor hit his tongue and he moaned at the incredible taste of it.

Lucifer’s blood entering his system immediately reduced the roiling of lust Alastor was feeling. It wasn’t a solution to Alastor’s problem, with the occurrence of his ruts, he still needed to satiate what his body craved during his mating cycles…but, the ichor did help.

Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor; pulling him close and holding him to him as Alastor indulged himself on the angel’s golden blood. Feeling tired and buzzed himself; Lucifer sighed with pleasure. Alastor’s hands were lifting behind his back; claws finding the limbs of his wings and tracing through the feathers – sharp talon tips gliding between shafts and dragging against the thin and delicate skin.

Shuddering at the contact; Lucifer bent his head and Alastor’s hold on him tightened – sharpened teeth scraping against the raw and bloodied edges on his chest – wet and pointed tongue greedily searching for each and every last golden drop it could find. Lucifer felt Alastor’s claws digging into his wings; threatening to split the skin.

“Ruin them…” He breathed and Alastor stiffened – suddenly stopping all that he was doing.

Lucifer waited; feeling Alastor’s face pull away from his chest now; feeling the demon’s hands clench against the thin limbs of his wings – claws tightening, tips pressing sharply into and against the membranes.     

Suddenly, Alastor’s hands released him – letting go of the limbs and sliding clawed fingers through the incredible softness that was Lucifer’s feathers.  

Alastor tilted his smiling face; pressing himself close to Lucifer, holding his head against his he softly sighed: “I never would.” 

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 Alastor walked into the main suite of his hotel room; straightening and adjusting his dress shirt.

He lifted his jacket, meaning to slip it on next and then he paused.

Done with their amorous antics for the day, he and Lucifer had agreed to proceed through their evening in a productive manner: they planned to fully dress themselves, sit down to a proper meal and really strategize out how they were going to approach handling Adam. Lucifer, himself, sat at the sofa – sipping a cup of tea, already looking over some of the best defensive points they had narrowed down for when Alastor met Adam’s approach at the roof of the hotel.   

Setting the jacket aside, Alastor went to the sofa. Lucifer’s gaze hovered on the roughly made blueprint he was focused on before looking up at and seeing Alastor.

Alastor’s ears were moving, tweaking sharply and he had a very agitated expression despite his smile facing.

“What are you all irritated at me for?” Lucifer set his tea and the documents aside. “After the day you’ve had…you should be praising me.” Lucifer smirked up at Alastor. “And, that’s the look I get!?” Lifting a hand to his chest in a dramatic fashion. “I was nothing but pleasurably accommodating to you today and I think that-“

“Oh, shut it.” Alastor hissed at him, crawling over the sofa and into Lucifer’s lap; his knees on one end and his head facing the other way.

“I didn’t know we were trying out a new position…” Lucifer’s face flushed. “I just got dressed!”   

Alastor shoved him with a growl; settling himself and promptly twitching his fluffy deer tail that stuck out from the hole in his dress pants.

Lucifer stared at the tail in front of him; watching it flick about – sharply reflecting Alastor’s feelings of agitation.

Alastor propped himself up onto one elbow; sighing. “Your….reward then.” He weakly gestured to his backside.

The fur of Alastor’s tail matched the red and black coloration of his hair and ears - with a delicate line of white emphasizing its shape - the strands of hair forming it were long and delicate; it looked especially soft.

“May I?” Lucifer asked him, lifting a hand.

“…yes.” Alastor answered, sounding even more annoyed. “Just-“ He bent his head to the side; hiding the flush of embarrassment that was touching his face. “It’s sensitive…” He mumbled.

Lucifer could imagine. He didn’t mind bringing his devil’s tail into the mix of things when he felt like getting a little bit frisky with someone. It could be immensely pleasurable for him to do so even, but… others always felt the need to yank or twist on it which was incredibly painful or they would play with thing; stroke it or slide it through their fingers; get him all wound and worked up without realizing how it ever might have happened.   

Lucifer looked at the fluffed up little deer tail; watching it wave and twitch in front of him and he imagined that Alastor’s little appendage was incredibly sensitive; put that with the open and involuntary movements it made; and it really was no wonder why the guy chose to keep it hidden.

Lucifer reached out with clawed fingers; gently caressing the long, soft wisps of fur that ran along the back. Alastor stiffened for a moment at the contact; the tail straightening; standing straight up.

Yep…that’s sensitive. Lucifer thought, trying not to chuckle and embarrass Alastor any further.

Gently; he pressed long strands of the fur between his fingers; rubbing them together and feeling the softness without stimulating anymore of the nerve endings that ran beneath; base to tip. Alastor relaxed; his body melting into Lucifer’s lap and his tail swaying languidly now.

Knowing Alastor really wasn’t comfortable with him exploring his tail – and knowing that he really only offered it now as a kind of reciprocation to Lucifer’s wings…he released it; letting the incredibly soft strands of fur slide freely away and from his fingers. As a response; Alastor’s tail sharply wagged : overtly signaling Alastor’s appreciation.          

Lucifer smiled.

Then: “Alright, get off!” He roughly shoved Alastor from off of his lap. Alastor toppled completely off from the couch, yelping out in surprise as he hit the floor.  “Finish getting dressed, already! We’ve got shit to do!”

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Alastor laid awake. Movement drew his eye and his shadow slid itself close beside him. It was very late; but all of the residents had returned to the Hotel – well and accounted for.

A good evening for everyone, it would seem…

Alastor’s shadow tilted its head; seeing Lucifer - still naked and in bed with Alastor – stretched across the radio demon’s chest, sound asleep. The shadow’s lower jaw dropped in silent and shaking laughter.

“Oh, shut up.” Alastor told it. The shadow gave him the widest of grins and then it smoothly slid itself downward; re-attaching itself to Alastor. 

Lucifer stirred in Alastor’s arms; but he didn’t wake.

Alastor would never say it was “cuddling”, the word was far too sticky-sweet for his tongue. No, but he would - and could - allow that he became more…possessive after a good mounting. He didn’t mind sharing these post-coital moments of intimacy with the ones he had carnally claimed. Lying there; soaking in all the biological chemicals and hormones that came after sex…Alastor felt more relaxed than he had in ages. It had been so long….

He hated it. Loathed, it entirely but…. Lucifer was right. He was only doing himself a great disservice by not meeting the needs his body required. If it were just the moments of physical intimacy, though, that would be one thing. What came after, was something Alastor always wanted to avoid.

People just didn’t….understand. Alastor could talk to someone until he was blue-in-the-face about his strong disinterest for anything intimate: sex, touch, emotions… All would nod their heads; say that they understood – that they got it but, none ever truly did. It just wasn’t how sex worked. You couldn’t fuck someone; hold them for a moment, then tell them to go-the-fuck-away. His cycles only made things more complicated. Nobody understood how he could go from being so libidinous while in his rut; to being so touch-averse while outside of it. If he could be one way some of the time; why not just be that way all of the time – or at least the times it was convenient?  It was fucking frustrating, and it was why things with Vox had been…such a mess.

He sighed; feeling tired. He hadn’t disturbed Lucifer because he knew the King hadn’t been sleeping well…not that he really minded the company right now.

Still, Alastor wasn’t looking forward to yet another awkward morning.

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Early morning came and Alastor stirred without feeling Lucifer stretched across or even pressed against him in bed. He immediately woke up in a good mood. Sitting up; he found that Lucifer was….gone.

He had left.

Alastor’s ears instinctually rotated and flicked; as he looked around the room, and then he saw it. A large and brilliantly-white feather was left on the pillow next to him. Alastor reached for it; touching it carefully as he held it in his hands. It was incredibly beautiful and when his fingers stroked the strands of feathers that split from the shaft; he marveled at their delicate softness.   

Dragging a hand across his face; Alastor’s smile softened into something genuine. He twirled the feather between his fingers – his head resting comfortably in the palm of his other hand; laughing softly. 

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But, hot damn if that wasn’t a good fuck.

Lucifer tossed his jacket aside; heading to his workroom.

It was still early morning, but he had gotten a good amount of sleep before leaving Al’s room. For the first time in a long time; he actually felt energized and ready to do something.

His thoughts – inevitably – had turned to ‘daydreams about night things’ and he found himself re-playing the night over and over in his mind. It was very rare for him to walk away from a ‘good romp in the sheets’ with someone; feeling so satisfied…and wanting more. Certainly, no one apart from Lilith.

Lucifer thought about Alastor in his deer demon form; licking and huffing against him; taking his time with Lucifer until the King was fully feeling the effects of his sweet and careful attendings; the scent of his musk flooding his senses and system, making Lucifer dizzy with a need to be claimed like he had never known before…         

Ah…fuck.

Lucifer’s face flushed hot and he felt a tightening in his groin. The night certainly had lent its inspirations.

Lucifer paused in the corridor; deciding on whether to keep on his way to the work room or to go rub-one-out in the bedroom beforehand.

Fuck it.

And, he turned away from the work room.

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Dressed and ready for his day, Alastor stood in the bedroom just…looking at the bed.

He still felt pleasantly relaxed and maybe, just maybe…more like himself. It was still too early to tell yet.

Going to the bed; he went about throwing back the covers to get to the sheets. Pulling them away from the mattress; he bundled them into his hands – meaning to start the washing of them before it would be time for him to head down to the main floor kitchen and begin the preparation of breakfast.

Holding them there; he paused.

Lifting a hand, he brought the end of a sheet close to his face – inhaling the scents of Lucifer and of their after-sex deeply…steadily – feeling the purest kind of satisfaction.

A week later; six weeks before the extermination, two weeks before the meeting with Heaven…Alastor drifted from the shadows – materializing himself into the King’s bedroom.

The hour was very late – or rather, very early – and Lucifer tossed, and he turned, finding no respite from his night-after-night trend of having gone without sleep.

“My apologies, your grace.” Alastor said to him quietly, approaching the bed and stopping beside it; hands resting on his staff.

“If you’re here for a fucking booty call, forget it. I’m not in the mood.” Lucifer buried his face into his pillow – utterly exhausted and feeling powerlessly frustrated.

“That is not why I’ve come.” Alastor told him, red glowing eyes softly penetrating the darkness. “My rut – blessedly – has ended. I’ve come to…thank you…for your tactfulness in your helping me with seeing it through…”

Lucifer groaned. “This really couldn’t wait until the morning!?”

“Perhaps, something to help you find rest?”

“What?” Lucifer snapped. “You’re here to sing me some fucked up lullabies to lull me to sleep?”

Alastor chuckled. “I hardly think that my hellish tones would soothe anyone into a peaceful slumber…no.”

Alastor shifted his staff over to one hand.

“A gift…if you would allow me.” He twisted his wrist, snapping his fingers. A sharp flash of green and a small antique radio appeared at Lucifer’s bedside table. It was beautifully made; fashioned in varying tones of black and ornately decorated with twisting and winding vines; blossoms of purple deadly nightshade open and blooming along its frame.

Lucifer stared at the gift; blinking.

“If you are ever struggling to find sleep…play it. It will help.” Alastor told him.

“Wait, what do-“ Lucifer started to ask; moving to sit up.

“The directions I have provided are both simple and concise.” Alastor interrupted him; stepping away from the bed. “I bid you a goodnight, my King.” Alastor dipped in a respectful bow. “And, pleasant dreams…” He melted into the shadows; and then was gone.

Lucifer groaned; pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.

What the actual fuck, Al…

Feeling like he really had nothing to lose; Lucifer reached for the radio – turning the knob.

An eerie but lovely lilting played from the radio and Lucifer stiffened; tears painfully filling his red and strained eyes.

Lilith.

The sound of her voice…the notes that she sung – they caressed his tired and aching soul.

Melting back into the bed; Lucifer silently cried into his pillow – falling asleep to the beautifully tranquil tones sung to him by his beloved wife; coming from the radio.

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The sunroom that Lucifer had invited Alastor to take tea in was exquisite.

Tall and immaculate windows pervaded the space; allowing limitless natural light through the sparkling glass and lending a brilliant view to all of the Pride Ring.

Days had passed since Alastor visited Lucifer in the night and the demon could plainly see that the King was feel much more rested. Lucifer carried himself with more of a bounce in his step and expressed the highest of enthusiasm for the most trivial of topics. All in all; he was much more obnoxious and forthcoming than he had been, even before; and Alastor briefly considered disassembling the radio he had gifted before he departed at some point today.   

“So, no more rutting about then, I take it.” Lucifer noted, stirring his tea with one clawed finger.

“Mercifully, no. I should be done with that for some time, I hope.” Alastor told him, sipping from his own cup.

A shame…I thought it was just getting good.

“The radio I gifted to you seems to have helped.” Alastor told him, nodding.

“I wanted to ask you about that…” Lucifer said, pulling his finger to his mouth and sucking the tea from it. “Where did you get it?”

“Why, I made it.” Alastor told him. “With the Queen’s help, of course.”

“You saw Lilith?” Lucifer asked him.

“Yes.” Alastor leaned back; holding his cup in both hands. “She summoned me. She wanted to discuss the upcoming meeting that Charlie has with Heaven; to inform me that Adam and his lieutenant would be in attendance.”

Lucifer nodded. “I am…not surprised. There’s 10 days left…not much time to prepare Charlie but I’m sure you’ve got that well covered.”

“I have been given strict instructions in making sure that I don’t do that, actually.” Alastor told him; an irritated expression crossing his smiling face as he sipped from his cup.

“What? Why?”

“How should I know? Lilith says she wants Charlie…’unprepared’. She wants to see how things play out, I suppose.”

“But, that doesn’t make any sense.” Lucifer told him angrily.

“Yes, well, you Morningstar’s are chock-full of beguilements, if you ask me.”

“Well, ask her!” Lucifer’s voice rose.

“Why should I?” Alastor asked him, calmly. “She’s your wife, you ask her.”

“I can’t!” Lucifer nearly roared at him.

“That…is not my problem. It is a problem that you have very much created for yourself with making your deal. I refuse to get caught up in all of this pretentious family drama.” Alastor shrugged.

Lucifer fumed at him and Alastor continued to sip from his tea; ignoring him.

Taking a deep breath in; then releasing it Lucifer asked:

“So, how is she? Lilith? Does she seem ok? Did she say-“

“Oh, for God’s sakes, Lucifer.” Alastor set his tea down; leveling his gaze on the angel. “Really, talk to your own wife.”

“I can’t contact her!” Lucifer yelled, throwing his arms out.

“What?”

“I can’t….contact her.” Lucifer said, quieter now. “Unless there’s an emergency or there’s vital information she needs or – or, Charlie needs something, I can’t get involved!”

“I understand that…to a point, but why is she being so…stringent?” Alastor wondered.

“It was…a preventative measure.” Lucifer sighed. “Lilith has carefully planned this all through, at each and every crucial step…she couldn’t risk any mistakes.”

“She was worried that you might get cold feet…” Alastor realized.

“An understandable concern of hers, I’m afraid.” Lucifer sighed.

“This isn’t something new…is it?” Alastor asked him. “You’ve tried this before?”

“Not…committedly, no.”

Alastor was quiet then, thinking…

“Well, what will you do now?” Lucifer lifted his tea. “If you can’t help Charlie and you no longer have any use for me, what will you do with all of this extra free time?”

“I still have my responsibilities as your daughter’s hotelier. There’s enough maintenance and upkeep to attend to with that old and dingy enterprise; I hardly think I’ll find myself bored and with nothing to do for quite some time.”   

Alastor did not miss the brief disappointment that crossed Lucifer’s expression.

“Still…there’s the matter of Charlie’s incessant need for participations in her various bonding activities. I admit, it would be nice to have an excuse to slip away from all of that once in awhile.” Alastor watched Lucifer from his cup of tea, taking a swallow.

“Wow. They must be terribly unbearable for you if you are insinuating that you’d rather keep company with me.” Lucifer smiled.

“Utterly unbearable.” Alastor deadpanned. “Well, for the most part. There have been some moments of brief….entertainment.” Alastor briefly remembered the drama that had unfolded when Sir Pentious had first come to the hotel; driving a rather tasty – though brief - rift between Angel Dust and the others.

“Anyway, I’m sure you and I can always find something to do underneath the guise that we are preparing for whatever this meeting with Heaven may bring. Or, perhaps I could extend my own personal invitation to the King of Hell to attend and participate in one such activity.”

“Eh, maybe not…” Lucifer cringed; thinking about how he often fumbled through such social interactions.

“It might be fun,” Alastor teased. “You and I could put on a real show for everyone…reluctant foes coming together for a greater cause.”

“You and I are supposed to be having been working together…planning things. How reluctant is that supposed to really make us?”

“Oh, believe me.” Alastor told him, smiling wickedly. “There will be plenty to work with.”

“Hm, maybe.” Lucifer though, thinking that it actually did sound like it might be sort of fun. “But, maybe I prefer that we spend our time doing…other things.”

“Oh, don’t go starting with that nonsense already.” Alastor hissed.

“You really don’t want to then, huh?”

“No…not really.” Alastor told him, ears leaning back. Then,  “Not now.”  

“Well, I don’t exactly mean…right now.” Lucifer explained. “Does it have to be when in you’re in rut?”

“No…” Alastor was looking away, trying to decide how much he wanted to delve into this particular topic. So far, he had found no regrets in having…relations….with Lucifer. But, his concerns came with rather precedented and justifiable hesitations.

“I’m sorry, that was…very insensitive of me.” Lucifer told him, sincerely.

Alastor’s ears lifted and he looked at the King with confusion.

“You’ve told me your feelings in regard to intimacy and I…I promise I can respect that. I still have trouble wrapping my head around the idea, to tell you the truth.” Lucifer was telling him, seriously.

“You’re not my play thing, Alastor.” Lucifer continued. “I actually find that I truly enjoy your company.”

Alastor stared at him, one ear tweaking slightly.

“I can be a little narrow-minded sometimes, and I apologize for that too. Unlike you, sex is something that I really and truly enjoy; I doubt that I could ever really get enough of it.” Lucifer mused. “I mean: sex can mean different things to different people all of the time, right? Especially when you consider it under a variety of situations. Sex can be sex or it can be a lot more…maybe, I just don’t have a fair perspective with it though. I have the ability to shape-shift. My body – it’s a tool to me, there’s nothing constant to it. It’s not my one-and-only and I have no reservations in using and changing it for whatever means I choose to.”

“Hm…a very interesting perspective.” Alastor admitted. “I certainly would never have considered it.” He was thinking… “I still don’t know how comfortable I am with our…situation.” Alastor told him, honestly. “It feels…wrong, being involved between you and Lilith. You both care about each other very much. I was willing to allow you to…help me with my problem because I couldn’t honestly think of a better way.”

“We do care about each other, we love and adore each other but…it’s unconditional. Lilith and I have been each other’s for so long that…there’s never a question or an action that can shake that…that connection that we both share with one another. It’s…hard to explain. Maybe I’m just incredibly old and this is me going off and rambling about things.” He laughed lightly.

“You must miss her terribly.” Alastor acknowledged.

“Every day.” Lucifer told him, looking away. “I mean, this isn’t the first time that we’ve…spent some time apart – it’s not even been the longest - but it’s the first time that I haven’t been able to see or talk to her on a whim and that’s what’s hard.”

Alastor sighed.

“If…I’m being honest.” He said, watching Lucifer carefully. “I might be…open to spending more quality time…with you.”

“Al, I don’t need you to feel bad for me, I-“

“With all due respect, your highness, please do shut the fuck up for a moment.” Alastor hissed.

Lucifer snapped his jaw closed, listening.

“I’m not saying this because I feel bad for you; really the thought of saying this to you out of pity just disgusts me. No.” He shook his head. “I have come to appreciate the level of respect and acknowledgement that you have shown with my…personal tastes. And, if you are so willing, to uphold that behavior, I suppose I wouldn’t mind exploring this…whatever, it may be…a bit further.”

Lucifer stared at him.

“All that I ask is that you continue to respect my…boundaries as I lay them. And…that if at any time,  at any moment - or if there be any question…that there comes to be any sort of problem with my involvements - between you and your wife – we end it then and there. I will not be made to be the wedge that drives you two apart.” Alastor finished.

Lucifer just continued to stare at him, jaw locked.

Alastor sighed. “You may speak now.”

“Fucking deal!”

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The evening that marked Charlie’s meeting with Heaven arrived and the hotel was found emptied of all of its current residents – save for one.

Alastor finished his repairs to the damned wall and sent his shadow loose to patrol and guard the empty establishment, waiting for Lucifer. He knew the King was feeling especially anxious with Charlie’s having gone to meet with Heaven without him – knowing that she would have to face Adam again. Nothing Alastor could do would assuage his worry but, perhaps…some distraction.

His rut only freshly ended, Alastor wasn’t feeling much to being touched or fondled by someone quite yet, but he always had other means at his disposal.

Lucifer was surprised to find that the radio demon had actually summoned him directly to the radio tower this time, rather than his personal room at the hotel. What’s more: he really wasn’t anticipating materializing into its dark interior to find Alastor strung up and naked – hanging and wrapped sensuously in a swarm of shadows and bundles of moving tentacles.

Dropping both his cane and his jaw, Lucifer starred up at the incredibly surreal and erotic display.

“Care to join me, sire?” Alastor asked him, his voice low and filled with grated lust. “I can promise that you won’t be disappointed…”

A tendril, hanging from the rafters snaked down – twisting and wrapping itself around Lucifer’s torso; the tip hovering and wavering for a moment before it pressed itself against the tight bulge at the seam of the devil’s crotch.

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