Good morning, Vietnam!

“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. 

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.

“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.

“If you insist.” His hands wandered, the massage moving lower still as he grew more bold. “I think you needed a massage more than you needed a Faerie ambassador.”

“Mm… Both is good,” he purred. He rolled his shoulders with a content sigh, relaxing against Ala’s touch. “You have good hands. I won’t turn away a massage from you.”

“If someone had told me this morning that I would be giving a back rub to Satan himself, I would have asked to have some of what they were having.” Alaric murmured, kneading along Lucifer’s spine, just above his waistband. 

Lucifer grinned at that. “That reminds me, if there’s ever anything you need to entertain yourself, drug or drink, you’ll have to ask me.” He sat up straighter as Ala worked lower, rumbling happily. “If I left things like that laying around, the demons would have a field day.”

“Are your demons off limits to me? My brand of entertainment is rather physical, but I won’t play with your underlings if I don’t have permission.” The idea of having to ask Lucifer anytime he wanted to have sex was mildly entertaining.

The Devil rolled is shoulders in a half shrug. "Any demons working here have a job to do, but if you need a plaything, I can have one summoned for you."

“If you insist.” His hands wandered, the massage moving lower still as he grew more bold. “I think you needed a massage more than you needed a Faerie ambassador.”

“Mm… Both is good,” he purred. He rolled his shoulders with a content sigh, relaxing against Ala’s touch. “You have good hands. I won’t turn away a massage from you.”

“If someone had told me this morning that I would be giving a back rub to Satan himself, I would have asked to have some of what they were having.” Alaric murmured, kneading along Lucifer’s spine, just above his waistband. 

Lucifer grinned at that. "That reminds me, if there's ever anything you need to entertain yourself, drug or drink, you'll have to ask me." He sat up straighter as Ala worked lower, rumbling happily. "If I left things like that laying around, the demons would have a field day."

The King's Downfall

Lucifer tilted his head as he watched, looking amused by the sight of the struggling demon. “Stop? Why would I stop? You aren’t loyal to me, you won’t submit to me. What makes you important to me?”

Crowley was a great swimmer but this was something else all together. “T-then fu-fucking kill m-me.” He said as loudly as he could, still managing to keep his head above water. But his legs were already impossible to feel and his arms were almost there too. Better freezing to death, though. He could handle that. “H-help..”

Luce smiled, crouching down and catching Crowley's chin in one hand. "No one here to help you. Maybe I'll just have to drag this out." He brought the bottom of the pool higher, letting Crowley's toes barely touch enough to keep his face above the water. The edges still collapsed when touched, but the cold would last longer. "There. We'll try this on." He nudged Crowley back into the water, sitting to enjoy the sight.

Life is a Bitch || Closed

The scrape of nails down his back had Luce groaning loudly, the sound devolving into a growl. He picked up the pace, pressing a violent kiss to Crowley’s lips.

Crowley was trembling on the edge and when Luce sped up, he came hard, untouched. He moaned his lover’s name, gripping his shoulders tightly, teeth clamping down on Luce’s bottom lip.

Luce felt Crowley tense, and a hard bite gave him a taste of blood’s metallic tang. He worked through his lover’s orgasm, rising to his own and finally climaxing with a moan. His teeth grazed over Crowley’s lip, and his pace gradually slowed, his energy spent. The blond panted lightly, his eyes meeting Crowley’s.

Crowley lay spent and sated under Luce, a tired grin on his face. “Damn, babe. You’re fucking good at that.” But then Luce had always been good when it came to sex, something he’d discovered within three months of sharing a cell with the man. “And have I ever told you how good you look on top of me?”

He smiled down at Crowley, eyes bright and skin slick with sweat. “I was about to ask you the same thing about you being underneath me.” He kissed him slowly, slowly pulling out and laying beside the other man, gently spooning him.

Crowley sighed happily and pressed his back against Luce’s warm, slightly sweaty chest. “We just seem to have sex everywhere.” He said with a soft chuckle, looking around the hallway they were in. “Prison made me an animal.”

Luce nosed at the back of Crowley's neck, breathing him in. "Nothing wrong with that. You're damn good at it," he rumbled, kissing his jaw lightly. "The new cats are probably confused though," he chuckled.

Life is a Bitch || Closed

The scrape of nails down his back had Luce groaning loudly, the sound devolving into a growl. He picked up the pace, pressing a violent kiss to Crowley’s lips.

Crowley was trembling on the edge and when Luce sped up, he came hard, untouched. He moaned his lover’s name, gripping his shoulders tightly, teeth clamping down on Luce’s bottom lip.

Luce felt Crowley tense, and a hard bite gave him a taste of blood’s metallic tang. He worked through his lover’s orgasm, rising to his own and finally climaxing with a moan. His teeth grazed over Crowley’s lip, and his pace gradually slowed, his energy spent. The blond panted lightly, his eyes meeting Crowley’s.

Crowley lay spent and sated under Luce, a tired grin on his face. “Damn, babe. You’re fucking good at that.” But then Luce had always been good when it came to sex, something he’d discovered within three months of sharing a cell with the man. “And have I ever told you how good you look on top of me?”

He smiled down at Crowley, eyes bright and skin slick with sweat. "I was about to ask you the same thing about you being underneath me." He kissed him slowly, slowly pulling out and laying beside the other man, gently spooning him.

“No, please keep going. It was just an underling whining at me for the third time.” He leaned back into the hands. “It’s nothing to be concerned about.”

“If you insist.” His hands wandered, the massage moving lower still as he grew more bold. “I think you needed a massage more than you needed a Faerie ambassador.”

"Mm... Both is good," he purred. He rolled his shoulders with a content sigh, relaxing against Ala's touch. "You have good hands. I won't turn away a massage from you."

"Purely by cheating. If I weren't handicapped with this lovely necklace, then each one of you would be a pile of dust by now." He smiled, rolling his shoulders unhappily. "This really isn't comfortable. Isn't there a way to restrain me that doesn't pull my wings?"

Sinking Salem

Lev settled back in the chair. “Its alright my Prince.” He said with a smile at him. “I made you the bed.” He nodded at the idea of the ram. “Yes, I agree. And it would be less exhausting.”

Lucifer smiled, enjoying the title, as always. “Thank you then, Lev.” He nodded his head, waving a finger to make tiny scorch marks on the ceiling; cats, ravens, snakes, etc. “Much less exhausting. A serpent is hard to detect, but oh it’s so tiring after a while.”

Lev nodded and watched the scorch marks. He knew that Lucifer liked it when he called him things like King and Prince. He smiled. “Are you interested in a drink?” 

Lucifer had just scorched a ram into the ceiling when Lev spoke up again, and the Devil glanced over with obvious interest. "Always. What do you have in mind?"

Sinking Salem

Lev settled back in the chair. “Its alright my Prince.” He said with a smile at him. “I made you the bed.” He nodded at the idea of the ram. “Yes, I agree. And it would be less exhausting.”

Lucifer smiled, enjoying the title, as always. "Thank you then, Lev." He nodded his head, waving a finger to make tiny scorch marks on the ceiling; cats, ravens, snakes, etc. "Much less exhausting. A serpent is hard to detect, but oh it's so tiring after a while."

Lev licked a paw and cleaned his head and ears before making a meow. He then hopped down from the position and running along towards a home on the exact center of the village. He hopped up on a barrel beside the window, looking into it and blinking with too human eyes into the window. This one he indicated with a pasting of his paws at the window before moving his paws away from it.

Lev had finished his duty when he selected a home. Confident that Lucifer could handle the rest he ran up to the hills where he transformed back into his usual self. He was young, appearing in his early twenties. He brushed dark hair from his face and grinned before sitting down on a rock and waiting for the other.

With his part of the arrangement complete, Lucifer escaped into the hills, finding Lev rather easily. He slithered over the demon’s shoe, taking a place beside him before shifting back to his usual form. The mischievous blond appeared to be in his late 20s, with eyes the color of a frozen lake. “Good choice. Family of four should get the ball rolling.”

Lev looked over at the Fallen and gave a small bow of his head. “Yes..and they looked rather stuck up..they could use someone knocking them onto the floor.” He sat back down. “..How long will the poison take?”

“It’s already traveling through their blood. When it reaches their brains, it will cause delusions, intense pain, and hysteria.” He smirked, turning to beam at his partner-in-crime. “It’ll almost look like a curse.”

Lev smiled at that and gave the other young man a playful shove before waving them up a small home for them to reside inside. He moved into the home, assuming the other would follow. “No need to stay outside.”

Lucifer grinned, swatting at the other before turning to follow after him. “Keep the lights low. We don’t want the townies catching on.” The Devil stepped inside, closing the door behind him. “I’m quite looking forward to this, Leviathan.”

“They hardly will…they have never seen lights like ours..and they will most likely think it is witchcraft and that will only fuel the fire really.” Lev pointed out but he dimmed the lights, their inside of the cottage modernized. “What is our next step?”

“True enough.” Lucifer turned to stare out the window, watching everyone begin to hustle into their homes as the sun set. “I figure we wing it. Tomorrow we’ll go into town and see what mayhem we’ve caused.”

Lev smiled at him. “As the same creatures?” He asked petting his face as if still a cat. “I make a rather great black cat.”

“That you do. For me to cover the whole town as a serpent would be exhausting though. I have a better idea.” He stretched, then moved to settle on the cot and relax.

Lev watched as Luce took the only bed before sitting in the shack’s one chair. “And just what is that? What are you going to be that you can move around easily?”

He smiled. "I figure a ram can move around easily enough in this sleepy little farm town," he explained. He eyed the chair, then smirked a bit and stretched. "You could always make another cot."

The King's Downfall

Lucifer tilted his head as he watched, looking amused by the sight of the struggling demon. "Stop? Why would I stop? You aren't loyal to me, you won't submit to me. What makes you important to me?"

A Ghost from the Past

He didn’t have time to think, time to process. All the demon knew was that in an isntant the light had gone out and one again the red eyes stared at him, but this time from directly in front of him, nearly close enough to touch. Crowley’s reaction was nearly instantaneous. It was a fear response, triggered by the sudden and unexpected appearance of something very possibly threatening so very close to him. It sent a signal from his meat suit’s brain down to his arm, cocking back his elbow to throw a punch.  

A Ghost from the Past

The King's Downfall

Lucifer grinned widely at the panic he caused, eyes bright. "I don't want your loyalty," he chuckled. "I want your submission." A snap of his fingers and the bed Crowley laid in turned hot, like a fire, then melted down into the floor to form an icy pool. The Devil smirked, tossing in a few ice cubes as the pool grew ever deeper. "How long can you tread water when you're freezing cold?"