"You know, I was beginning to think I had dreamed the whole thing, Lucifer darling." He'd be lying if he said he hadn't replayed their encounter, at least the last bit, several times. Alaric had come to understand the phrase 'tempted by the devil'.
The Devil’s eyes brightened with interest, and he tilted his head as the faerie spoke. “I promise you, it was very real.” He shifted a bit closer to Alaric. “Here to cash in your favor?”
“If you’d like to keep me coherent, then it will be a requirement, yes. Its Hell, it shouldnt be hard to find some sin.” He let his hands wander back up. “Is there any particular spot that needs attention?”
Lucifer rumbled quietly as Ala’s hands brushed by his shoulder blades again. “Anywhere, I don’t care. It all feels good,” he answered, leaning back into Ala’s hands.
“Dangerous words, love.” Alaric worked his shoulder blades, having caught the sound, in the hopes of drawing more from him. He wondered how many had gotten so close to the Fallen, how many had been in his place, and a half-grin took his lips.Â
Another low rumble as Ala worked his shoulder blades, though this one ended in a groan. Part of him wanted to stop such intimacy, but Lucifer quickly decided he didn't care. It felt wonderful.














