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Lucifer
A man feared by man and was thirsted after by others.
The ruler of Hell had a reputation that many demons built, many thought of him as this cold-hearted, blood thirsty, twisted and sick man.
But..
Here he was squabbling with The Radio Demon about who was a better father for his dear daughter, Charlie. The two were up close in each other's faces, the height difference being obvious due to The Radio Demon leaning down in order to be eye to eye with the ruler of Hell.
The two acting more like a pair of cats fighting than the actual powerful beings they were. Lucifer's angelic blood boiled at the enunciation that Alastor was a better father than him, Alastor purposely getting under his skin with such ease, making the overlord want to rip Alastor to pieces. The tension was thick, almost drowning. A violent atmosphere where if a pin dropped all hell would break loose.
..
Lucifer looked at Alastor who had spanned his fingers for a new non-blood stained suit, despite the blood before being barely visible due to the matching reds of the suit. Lucifer grinded his teeth, his blood boiling again at merely looking at the demon, he snapped his eyes back to his daughter. Charlie was happy and that was all that mattered to him right now, not some cheap radio host or whatever he was.
Charlie had given him one last tight, squeezing hug much like how he did with Maggie earlier. His breath squeezed out of him. His shoes left the ground as he was picked up slightly, it was slightly embarrassing being able to be picked up by his own daughter but he couldn't complain. Charlie let him go after a few seconds, thanking him again. He watched her as he snapped his fingers and red smoke appeared around him as he was transferred back home, an empty home.
His workshop filled to the brim with ducks of different attributes. He kicked some aside and sat down at his desk, his head immediately going in his hands, he let out a long sigh, he knew what Heaven was caplate of but he needed to do this for his dearest daughter. He loves her more than anything in the world and nothing could ever compare. He was the best father, not that Alastor Radio Demon guy- his hatred for the overlord burning in the pit of his stomach.
He slightly admired the power of the deer demon yet his name hadn't rung any bells so his importance in Lucifer's mind was minimal to a best. Though he had the audacity to insult his height without hesitation was intriguing, maybe he should head back to the hotel later, perhaps conversant with The Radio Demon, perhaps just ask around the hotel since talking to Alastor was not a favorite activity of his.
..
The next day Lucifer went back to the hotel, the door being unlocked, he looked around quickly noticing it was eerily quiet, he knew Charlie was in heaven most likely with Maggie but the other demons seemed to not be there aside from of course.. The Radio Demon who was sitting politely in one of the hotel's many couches, his hands folded in his lap, his thin cane with a vintage microphone attached to it held in his hand. Along with some shadow demons who seemed to be repairing a wall with an obvious bomb blown hole in it. Lucifer hadn't noticed his eyes were practically piercing The Radio Demon.
The Radio Demons ears twitched, his smile tightened, his eyes slowly drifting to meet Lucifer's.
“Luci”
Only Lilith called him that, she was the only one allowed to call him that. Lucifer bit back his tongue, his eyes narrowed. A forced smile hurting his cheeks.
“Alastor”
The Radio Demon faded into a shadow before appearing behind him, startling Lucifer slightly. The Radio Demon leaned down to match his height.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
The sound of static soon illuminated their vicinity, a fake irritated smile on The Radio Demon's face.
“Just stopping by, no one else here?”
Lucifer asked, a mocking tone of kindness masking his voice but Alastor knew it was fake.
“They are out for a lovely evening in Hell, as Charlie's request now-” Alastor leaned closer to Lucifer not backing away an inch. “-is there something you acquire? Because I find it odd that you're suddenly back so soon, especially when Charlie's not here but then again that is quite fitting of you, isn't it, sir?”
Lucifer's smile cracked, his eye twitching every so often. Fighting every urge in his body to absolutely demolish the overlord in front of him. His nails digging into the palms of his gloves. He knows Alastor is doing this on purpose, his reason? Lucifer didn't know but he knew that Charlie cared about him for some fucking reason so he can't tare him to shreds, despite the two being seconds away from tearing the other's throat out.
Lucifer's nails stabbed through the fabric of his gloves and into the palms of his hands, allowing his angelic blood to drip down his hand. The golden blood shining slightly as a few drops dribble down to the floor, staining his slightly ripped gloves.
“Oh looks like I struck a nerve”
The Radio Demon's teasing dug Lucifer's nails further into his already damaged skin.
“Fuck you”
Lucifer cursed. The Radio Demon's smile widening, the sick joy obvious on his face which only worsened the hatred Lucifer felt against the overlord. The Egotistical Radio Demon.
“Oh how kind of you, sir” his voice crackled with the pricing sounds of radio static. Lucifer immediately blamed his past self for coming back here, he half expected others to be here so he could have some sort of balance but nope! Just him and The Radio Demon.
“You're bleeding, sir” Lucifer gritted his teeth at The Radio Demon's mocking voice.
“I am well aware” Lucifer leaned closer, his smile cracking again. The two had no room apart, their faces practically grazing each other's. The Radio Demon's smile seemed more irritated by the second, just being near Lucifer, their close proximity not helping the tension that drowned the room with uncomfortable tones, the two being like an exhibit at a museum to be viewed, like a play that no one was around to watch.
No one.
The two stared at the other with great aggravation and irritation, their eyes piercing through the other's. What felt like years was in reality just a few mere minutes of suffocating silence for the two parties.
“Bravo, sir”
Alastor's words were dripping with sarcasm.
The silence quickly became hostile with their mocking of each other, irritation slipping into their voices like water running from a faucet.
“Fuck you”
The bitter silence went back to continue its run.
Then.. Suddenly
Their lips messily clashed in a matter of mere seconds later. It was sudden, it was hateful, it was careless. Lucifer's hands tightly gripped the front of Alastor's red pinstripe coat as Alastor's hands tightly gripped Lucifer's upper arms.
Alastor's teeth wasted no time to bite the King's lip, the angelic blood coating his lips. Violently breaking and stabbing the ruler's lips with no hesitation, lapping up the angelic blood, raveling at the slight burning sensation it gave along with the sickening proudness Alastor obtained by doing it. The King's breath hitched, his fingers now dug into the red fabric of Alastor's coat, not caring if it ripped. The kiss broke for a millisecond before Lucifer pulled Alastor back in.
The buzzing feeling of hatred drowned out by the conflicting feeling of a sick version of pleasure. The Radio Demon's fingers ran against Lucifer's arms, his claws slightly ripping the pristine fabric. The Radio Demon let his hands wander, the unfamiliarity of The King making it all the more exciting. His hands loosened and undid the bow tie of The King. His claws carelessly grazed the unmarked, porcelain colored skin of The King's neck, something that Alastor craved to change.
The kiss broke, the two keeping in close proximity.
The soft pants of The King were complimented by his half-lidded eyes. His own blood coated his and Alastor's lips, the two staring at each other with a less irritated atmosphere. The Radio Demon looked at him, a hunger in the back of his eyes.
His body itched to take a bite out of The King, just to taste his blood that Alastor's taste was blessed with. He inched forward, backing Lucifer up until the back of The King's legs hit the armrest of the couch that Alastor previously occupied. The King looked back at the couch for a second then back at The Radio Demon.
The realization setting in.
Oh. Oh.
The Radio Demon's shadow pulled The King back and let his body hit the cheaply made couch. The shadow disappeared as quick as it came. The King sat up slightly, his back pressed against the armrest of the couch, cushioned by pillows.
The Radio slowly joined The King on the couch, his legs pressured into the couches fabric, one pressed on the other side of The King's legs, the other pressed purposely between The King's legs. The Radio Demon leaned over The King, his eyes falling down to The Ruler's neck, like a painter admiring a blank canvas and picturing what they could paint.
The Radio Demon's eyes went back to The King's, his eyes staring with great desire. The King grabbed Alastor's coat and pulled him into another rough kiss. Alastor's claws dug into the couch, ripping its fabric with ease, The King's noises of pathetic pleasure muffled. Rough, hateful and desperate, could describe their kiss. Along with undertones of actual care that were practically invisible.
The kiss broke quickly, Lucifer leaned his head to the side, baring his neck. Was it teasing or was it an invite? Was it bait?
Alastor frankly didn't care, immediately he sunk his unforgiving teeth into The King's skin, breaking it in seconds. The blood of the fallen angel filled his mouth almost immediately. The hungry moans from The Radio Demon vibrated against Lucifer's skin. The King leaned his head back slightly, his hat already finding its temporary home on the hotel's floor. Soft pants escaped The King's mouth, his hands loosened and let go of Alastor's red coat, one finding it more comfortable in his hair and the other gripping Alastor's upper arm.
Alastor greedily lapped up The King's blood, the angelic's blood slight burn along with the addicting taste was enough to make Alastor feel alive again. It was like a rich wine in many ways and made Alastor feel drunk.
The Radio Demon pulled away, a fresh bite mark that The King would have to hide under the high collar of his coat. The Radio Demon slowly slipped the coat down letting it fall lazily off The King's shoulders. The Radio Demon took the King's red undershirt with white stripes off, letting The King's chest be in full view of The Radio Demon. He bared his teeth, the blank canvas that was Lucifer's body that Alastor could absolutely ruin.
The Radio Demon leaned back down, Lucifer shuddered at the feeling of another heart beating against his chest with such force, The Radio Demon bit into Lucifer's skin again. Marking the porcelain skin again, the warmth of his skin gave a soft sense of comfort. That was quickly replaced with hungering pleasure as Alastor tasted Lucifer's blood again.
A quiet whimper escaped The King's lips, Lucifer bit down on his already abused lip. His eyes rolling back, his heart hammering against his chest, warmth and hatred in the pit of his stomach.
The King's hips twitched, his leg pressed up against Alastor's hip. The Radio Demon's claws scratched at Lucifer's chest, leaving light claw marks in their wake.
“Fuck- Alastor”
Lucifer cursed, soft moans spilled out of his mouth.
Muffled hungry moans against his skin, his own blood smeared across his chest. Lucifer's hips twitched against Alastor's leg. He felt like a bitch in heat, it was pathetic. The King Of Hell shamelessly pressed against Alastor's leg, while The Radio Demon greedily drank his blood, with hungry moans on top of it. The two most powerful creatures in Hell. Desperate, hateful, hungry. It was pathetic but it was hot.
The Radio Demon moves his leg in time with Lucifer's movements, almost sending The Ruler completely off the rails moaning.
The King's moans were music to Alastor's ears, how such a powerful man resorted to a whining, moaning mess. Though The Radio Demon wasn't too far off himself.
The Radio Demon kept sinking his teeth into different unmarked parts of Lucifer's chest, angelic blood stained the couch cushions and pillows. The blood Alastor was addicted to.
Lucifer felt a warm pool in the pit of his stomach, as much as he wished for their act of intimacy to continue his body said otherwise. His desperate moans continued, his movements becoming less coordinated, along with Alastor's bites becoming more messy. The pair's moans mixed, Lucifer's being a bit more vocal than Alastor's.
The drowning warmth along with the overbearing overwhelming sensations sent The King over the edge, his moans drowning out the static coming from Alastor.
His climax hit him violently considering how long it's been since someone had actually made him feel like this.
The Radio Demon pulled away, his eyes glued to the multiple bite marks he had left, a claim. He admired the blood smeared and painted across his chest. His eyes looked back at Lucifer who was disheveled to say the least, panting, his sweat making his loose strands of hair stick to his forehead. Blood dripped from his lips. Alastor felt proud of himself.
He leaned down and gave Lucifer another kiss. Lapping up the remaining blood of his lips.
“Perhaps we can make this a compromise”
Lucifer spoke, his voice sounding tired.
“Stop trying to take my daughter away from me and you get my blood”
Alastor thought for a moment, it was something he really couldn't say no to
“Consider it a compromise made to be bitten”
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