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Alastor hummed along with the final notes of the tune he had chosen as his last song for the broadcast, flicking on his microphone as the piano melody came to a close.
“That was a lovely way to end this evening, and one of my personal favorites. I do hope all of my dear listeners have enjoyed tonight’s selections. Be sure to tune in tomorrow for more. Thank you and good night.” Not his most anecdotal sign-off, but enough to still be the consummate, professional radio host.
Alastor flicked off his microphone and powered down his broadcasting table. He stretched his spine as he stood from his chair, vertebrae popping and realigning. He sighed in relief as tension eased out of his bones from the last few hours of being in the same position and glanced at the clock on the wall. Just after midnight.
He had come up here following dinner, after Lucifer had left early looking less than his normal, animated self. He hadn’t even bothered to leave the dining room before opening a portal to his suite and disappearing. Alastor saw Husk dart a look in his direction, but didn’t acknowledge it. The cat demon had, unfortunately, been privy to the event that led to Alastor and the king of Hell now being involved. In the proceeding months he’s been silent, never bringing it up, but always throwing looks Alastor’s way.
Alastor appreciated the discretion, although he wished for a way to erase it from the gambler’s mind. He and Lucifer had yet to discuss bringing their…relationship (Alastor suppressed a grimace at the thought)…arrangement (yes, that was better) to light. Frankly, he was perfectly content keeping it to themselves. The less inuendo he had to deal with from Angel Dust, the better. Also, Lucifer did not seem keen on telling his daughter that he had moved on from her mother and removed his ring. The latter being something more recent, and something Charlie had yet to notice. Having grown up always seeing it on her father’s finger, he was sure the princess’s mind was filling in blank space. Or she simply hadn’t noticed yet. Or, and Alastor felt this was most likely, Charlie had noticed and was waiting for the right time to confront Lucifer about it.
In any case, Alastor let his mind come back to the present as he slipped into his shadow and made his way down from his radio tower. Given the hour, the hotel was dark and silent around him as he moved along the hallway to Lucifer’s room and slipped under the door. He wasn’t sure what state he was going to find the king in, half expecting him to be passed out at his worktable, where he normally dealt with his problems by building or tinkering with a new creation.
Well, the king was indeed passed out. But not at his worktable. Alastor spotted the familiar blonde head propped on a throw pillow on the couch. He had removed his coat and boots, carelessly leaving them on the floor. On the table was an open bottle of wine, almost empty, and a wineglass with barely a sip left at the bottom. Crackling static caught Alastor’s ears, suddenly realizing it was off from his own ever-present, ambient noise. On the side table beside the couch Lucifer had left an old-fashioned radio on, tuned in for Alastor’s broadcast.
He turned the radio off then removed his coat and shoes. He gathered Lucifer’s discarded clothing as well and hung things up properly on the coat rack by the door, leaving his microphone staff beside Lucifer’s apple-topped cane. He lined their shoes up last then padded back over to the couch, taking care not to let his hooves be too loud. Lucifer hadn’t even flinched. Alastor sat down beside the king’s sleeping form and poured the remainder of the wine into the glass. He relaxed back and sipped as he ran his other hand through Lucifer’s hair where the man lay beside him. He was content to sit here like this as he finished the wine, letting Lucifer sleep off whatever was troubling him, before moving to the bed.
Except Lucifer sighed, the quiet noise turning into a moan of confusion, and he slowly opened his eyes. Lucifer gazed up at the demon seated beside him, taking in Alastor’s somewhat dressed-down appearance, and the wine glass in his hand. Lucifer frowned, purple lids lowering as he sat up.
“That was my last bottle.” He mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
Alastor gazed at the pout being given to him and smiled, a thought crossing his mind. “By all means, sire, have the final sip.” He proceeded to tip back the rest of the wine in the glass, then placed it on the table, and turned to look back at Lucifer. He grabbed the king by the back of his neck, pulling him in and pressed a kiss against his mouth.
Lucifer gasped as he was yanked forward, mouth falling open. He felt the wine Alastor had drunk slip past his lips into his mouth, warm and semi-sweet, and made better from having sat against Alastor’s tongue. He moaned deeply, drinking down the alcohol, hands already grabbing at the demon’s body to pull him closer.
Yes, this was what he needed right now. Alastor’s tongue slipped past his teeth, curling to run against the sharp points, and then licked around catching the last drops of wine. Lucifer pushed closer, trying to climb into his lap, but Alastor held him still. He nipped at the sinner’s bottom lip to show his displeasure then pulled back.
“I need you, Alastor. In whatever way you’ll give me.”
Alastor’s smile turned feral, stretching wide. “You seemed to enjoy my shadow last time. Would you like it to join us tonight?”
Lucifer’s eyes widened and he nodded. “Please,” It was a desperate request. Images from the last time flashed in his mind. Being held down by Alastor’s shadow while Alastor himself was busy mapping his body with his teeth and tongue. It wasn’t something at the time he thought he would be as into as he was, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it constantly since then. Craved it.
Alastor pulled Lucifer in for another kiss, summoning his shadow behind the king. Lucifer tried to chase his mouth as they parted, but Alastor turned his head towards his shadow, pushing Lucifer towards it with a hand on the back of his neck. He threaded his claws into Lucifer’s blonde hair watching as the ruler of Hell reached for his shadow and kissed it with abandon. There was a ghost of that kiss on Alastor’s lips, making his smile stretch in amusement as he watched it deepen.
Eager for his mind to go blank, Lucifer embraced Alastor’s shadow with the same passion he gave the demon. He wasn’t disappointed with the response. Alastor’s shadow felt just as solid as it had last time. He could cup its jaw and pull it closer, feel it run its tongue around the inside of this mouth. He didn’t know how much of this was Alastor’s manipulation, or the shadow’s natural state, and he didn’t care. As long as he could keep feeling this…this craze. This insanity that was being sparked in him. This desire to abandon all rational thinking and give over to pure lust.
Lucifer moaned low in this throat as he felt Alastor’s hand cup the back of his neck and push him against his shadow until they were laying down on the couch. Tendrils slotted through his fingers and Lucifer pulled shadowy hands over its head, pinning it beneath him. He slid his tongue deeper, unable to restrain his need. To him this was Alastor, albeit an extension of him, but still the Radio Demon. It kissed him back in the same manner, one hand sliding into his hair to pull and caress as they writhed together. Lucifer rocked his hips in search of a little relief for the erection pressing against the front seam of his trousers. The shadow’s response was to pull back and nip at the front of his throat.
Alastor, who had been seated beside the amorous display next to him, moved up to his knees behind Lucifer. He pulled his bow tie off, draping the length of fabric over the back of the couch, then leaned down and kissed along the back of Lucifer’s neck, reaching to wrap his hand around the front. He squeezed as he pulled Lucifer’s tie off, sliding the slippery material against his skin.
“Oh, fuck.” Lucifer breathed, eyes slipping shut as Alastor pressed close, rubbing the slight bulge in his pants into the back Lucifer’s thigh.
“What do you need?” Alastor whispered, mouth still trailing kisses down his neck.
“Clothes,” Lucifer panted. “Off.”
Alastor sat up on his knees pulling Lucifer with him, holding his hips still. His shadow followed, sitting up enough to reach the bottom buttons of his waistcoat and begin undoing them. Alastor assisted from the top then immediately began on the buttons of the shirt underneath. Lucifer breathed heavily as physical and shadow hands ran over his skin. A tongue swept across his lower abdomen as Alastor pulled his shirt and waistcoat down off one shoulder then leaned down and bit the junction of his neck, licking up the golden blood that welled to the surface.
Lucifer sighed, tipping his head to give Alastor more access. The demon sucked a series of kisses up the side of his neck, nipping at the skin and licking up the small drops of blood wherever he punctured the surface. He raked the nails of one hand across the top of Lucifer’s chest, only enough to elicit a shiver down the king’s spine. Alastor watched the skin bloom slightly golden and fade immediately. His eyes fell to his shadow and where its hands were busy trying to undo the button of Lucifer’s trousers.
Still trailing his lips up and down his neck, Alastor pulled off Lucifer’s shirt and waistcoat and dropped them to the floor. He reached down and deftly undid the button his shadow had been working on, then pulled the zip down. Lucifer let out a cry of relief as Alastor pulled his erection free, then pushed his pants down his hips. He tipped Lucifer’s head in the other direction and began marking that side of his neck as he watched his shadow lean in and pull Lucifer’s cock into its mouth.
“Fu-mmm…” Lucifer began to swear, silenced as Alastor kissed him deep, the demon’s tongue pushing past his teeth. Lucifer reached up to pull Alastor closer, but the Radio Demon caught his wrist and pushed his hand back down, pressing it to the top of his shadow’s head and showing him how to direct it. He took Lucifer’s other hand and pulled it up to wrap around the back of his neck, then wrapped his arms around Lucifer, dragging the tips of his nails across the king’s skin.
Lucifer’s eyes shot open, and he broke from the kiss to watch Alastor’s shadow as it swallowed him down. His head fell back against the demon’s shoulder, breath coming in heavy pants. His spine curved toward Alastor’s shadow as his hips canted forward, trying to push himself deeper. His fingers buried deeper into the shadow, holding it tight to his body, unable to get close enough.
Alastor watched, a smug grin forming on his face. He ran his hands up and down Lucifer’s arms, just maintaining contact. The king’s head still lay on his shoulder, gasping from the way his shadow worked him over. It was no different than the way Alastor took the king into his mouth. The only difference being the not-quite-there sensation of his shadow.
Alastor tipped Lucifer’s mouth back toward his and kissed him deeply, pulling a low moan from the devil. A desperate, wanton sound. Lucifer suddenly jerked in his arms and Alastor broke away to look down at his shadow. It grinned wickedly up at its master and redoubled its efforts on the king. Alastor pulled on the mental tether to his shadow, tugging once in reprimand. It pulled back from Lucifer, letting him go and the man sagged against Alastor, panting harshly from overstimulation.
Alastor held him as he came down, keeping his hands in front. While he was not opposed to touching Lucifer anywhere he could, Alastor was not keen on being touched tonight. Thus, he directed Lucifer’s hands only where he wanted them, and only when he wanted them there.
“Keep going?” Alastor asked when Lucifer calmed down a bit.
He nodded, unable to form words right now. His entire body felt pulled taut and ready to snap. He returned the kiss Alastor pressed to his mouth, eyes slipping closed. He opened them as they parted, taking in Alastor’s expression and smile. He would consider it to be affectionate if he didn’t know the demon better. A more appropriate word would be contemplative. Lucifer didn’t get a chance to think more on it as Alastor pushed him back to his knees and pulled his hips up. Alastor’s shadow wrapped its arms around his shoulders, pulling him down further to kiss him softly in apology.
Behind him, he could feel Alastor moving around. A hand stroked up and down the length of his spine. The tips of Alastor’s claws grazed over the curve of his backside, pulling a gasp from Lucifer, and a twitch of his muscles.
“Would you like to take care of yourself, sire? Make yourself ready?” Alastor asked, voice low.
Lucifer pulled back from the shadow to look over his shoulder at Alastor. “I’d rather feel you.”
Alastor smiled wickedly and moved closer. Lucifer snapped his fingers then turned back to face Alastor’s shadow. The first slide of Alastor’s lubed finger into him had him jolting forward. Alastor’s shadow wrapped its arms around his neck and pulled him down, tongue delving into Lucifer’s mouth as it buried fingers in his hair. It worked for a moment, but nothing was going to distract him enough from the firm but gentle strokes of Alastor’s fingers in and out of him. They pushed deeper with every pass, pressing Lucifer forward. He tried to part his knees further but was restricted by his trousers that had never been fully removed. He could only sink down so far as he rocked his hips back and forward.
Alastor paused and pulled Lucifer’s pants down to his ankles, leaning back just enough to finally divest the king of his last garment. It left him completely bare while Alastor was still mostly dressed. He pressed Lucifer down further, tilting his hips high enough to make up for their height difference, then continued to open the king up, adding a third finger.
“Al...Alastor…ng…oh…you feel so good. I’m ready. Please.”
Alastor withdrew and ran his other hand up and down Lucifer’s back as he fumbled with his belt and fly, getting his pants undone single-handedly enough to pull his cock out and spread the remaining lube on his fingers down his length. He positioned himself behind Lucifer, leaning down over the king’s back to thread their hands together, then pushed forward sliding in with a single stroke.
Alastor tipped his head to the side as Lucifer threw his back. Beneath him, Alastor’s shadow kissed and licked along his collarbones, sucking faint bruises into the thin skin. Alastor tightened his hold on Lucifer’s hands, pinning the king to his shadow as he thrust in short, deep movements, dropping kisses to the back of the king’s neck. Every muffled moan he produced with a snap of his hips had him pressing his teeth to Lucifer’s skin, leaving a trail of tiny indentations.
“Alastor-yes-fuck, right there!”
Alastor smiled sharply and repeated the motion at the same angle. He was rewarded with Lucifer’s muscles tightening around him, holding him inside. He sat back up on his knees, pulling Lucifer’s hips up so he could continue with the same rhythm, watching beneath him as the king and his shadow continued to devour each other. He ran one hand up the length of Lucifer’s spine and into his hair, pressing him down further.
Lucifer pulled away from Alastor’s shadow, needing a moment to right his senses. He closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of Alastor’s hands on his waist, his cock sliding in and out. The sound of Alastor’s breathing and his own. The tang in the air of sweat and sex. He opened his eyes again, meeting the glowing eyes of Alastor’s shadow. They weren’t exactly in focus as Lucifer was jostled forward every time Alastor thrust in. It was all a heady mix of lust and desire. His mind was pleasantly clouded, blank except for sensation.
Pleasure pooled low in his gut, thrumming as he neared climax. He closed his eyes as Alastor’s shadow kissed along his neck, giving himself over just a little bit more. A cool shadowy hand wrapped around his cock and began to stroke him firmly. Lucifer gasped from the unexpected touch, spine arcing.
Alastor couldn’t get enough of watching Lucifer fall apart underneath him. He truly had never seen anything more beautiful in his life. He was vaguely aware of his shadow and what it was doing. He could control and manipulate it to his need, but it also had freedom to act independently of Alastor’s will. As it had earlier, getting jealous when Lucifer’s attention was no longer on it, but Alastor himself, and he had to reprimand it. They were focusing on Lucifer together. His shadow had been acting out more and more in the past few weeks and Alastor, while loathe to admit it, had not been paying as much attention to its comings and goings.
He pulled on his shadow, directing it to slow its pace and bring Lucifer back from the edge he was teetering on. He allowed it the absolutely wanton kiss it pulled Lucifer into, needing to satiate its need for the king’s desire and attention. Lucifer’s hips slowed and his body lost some of the tension that had kept his muscles locked up. Alastor reached down, once more cupping the back of Lucifer’s neck to hold him against his shadow. There was no end to the thrill he felt watching this display. It stirred up arousal in him, but he tamped it down again, ignoring his own need. It wasn’t important. Lucifer needed this escape from his own thoughts, to exist outside of his mind for a bit. Sex was still not Alastor’s first choice, but in the months he’s been with the king, he’s come to see the benefits of regular sexual intimacy.
He thrust with renewed focus, hitting Lucifer just right to make the king cry out. His tail whipped into existence and stretched up, lashing around Alastor’s neck. He wasn’t quite fast enough to grab it and stop the motion, grunting in discomfort from the touch to his skin. Lucifer’s tail pulled, dragging Alastor down. He slammed one hand to the couch to keep from collapsing onto Lucifer, then pulled his tail from neck, wrapping it around his wrist. He gave a gentle yank, smile widening when Lucifer gasped.
“I’m so close, Alastor. Do that again.”
He yanked on Lucifer’s tail again, a little harder. The king keened beneath him, trying to match the rhythm of Alastor’s hips as he continued to drive them forward. Shadowy hands caressed his body everywhere they could reach.
“Alastor, yes. Please.” Lucifer panted, breaking away from the shadow’s mouth beneath him as the demon behind him drove into him in long strokes, claws digging in his hips. He looked over his shoulder at Alastor. The king’s eyes were heavily lidded, mouth hanging open in a silent moan. His eyes slipped shut as Alastor thrust harder, and Lucifer pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. He was so close. Just a little more.
Alastor pulled back and thrust in again at a different angle, hitting him exactly where he needed. Lucifer gasped, feeling his climax start to break over him. A breathy moan started to rise out of him, but it was muffled as Alastor’s shadow grabbed his face and turned him back to it, pushing its tongue roughly into Lucifer’s mouth. His head swam as he came, cock pulsing between his legs. It felt like eons passed as his body spasmed.
He returned to himself slowly, finding Alastor’s shadow gone, and feeling the demon slip from his body. His face was pressed into the couch, drool leaking from the corner of his mouth. The fabric felt damp beneath him and Lucifer knew he’d made a mess of the upholstery.
But that didn’t matter. Nothing did. As his brain came back online, Lucifer began to remember everything from the day. He’d been summoned to Heaven to once again discuss the battle and the hotel. Although this time, it wasn’t for his testimony. No, this time they had news to share. Sir Pentious was in Heaven, his soul redeemed for the sacrifice he made against the angels.
At first, Lucifer was thrilled. Charlie’s hotel worked. And he couldn’t wait to return to Hell to inform her of the success. But the joy had been short-lived. Extremely short-lived. It hit him then that Heaven was open to sinners. Something he could never attain. Never again would he be permitted past the gates of St. Peter unless his presence was required – a.k.a summoned – and even then, he arrived via portal directly to the specified location. He would be forced to watch from the sidelines as other souls earned their chance to enter the place he had once called home.
But it didn’t stop there. He had seen Lilith. Which meant she had been in Heaven since her disappearance seven years ago. Or so he assumed. How was he supposed to tell Charlie that. Should he tell Charlie? Should he also tell her about Pentious? Nothing explicit had been said, but he’d gotten the feeling Heaven did not like the fact that a sinner had ascended.
And he would remain Fallen.
Lucifer wouldn’t trade the existence he had now – it had given him Charlie, the greatest joy in his life – but the ache of being barred from the place where he had been created, the only home he’d known, was not insignificant. It made his chest and throat constrict tight enough that if he had the need to breathe, he would surely be hyperventilating. A sob choked its way out of him and hot tears ran down his face. Another sob followed, and soon it was like the proverbial floodgates had opened.
Alastor paused in fixing his clothing to watch the small, white body trembling in front of him. He was shocked into stillness as the king heaved wrenching sobs. Part of him wanted to sink into his shadows and leave Lucifer to his privacy. But a smaller part of him knew that was wrong. Something had been off with Lucifer since he returned to the hotel earlier in the evening from an all-day meeting. With whom, Alastor did not know and could only assume it had been a last-minute decision, and not on Lucifer’s part. Whatever had transpired had gotten under Lucifer’s skin in a way that not much did.
“Sire?” Alastor reached out slowly, just touching the back of Lucifer’s bare shoulder, only to rear back unexpectedly as six angelic wings unfurled before him, obscuring Lucifer from view behind a wall of white feathers.
Lucifer’s sobs did not stop, and he seemed to take no notice of his wings having come out. Alastor slipped off the couch and, in a motion he never performed for anyone except the king before him, got down on his knees. He slowly pushed the wing that was covering Lucifer’s face out of the way, careful not to disturb the feathers. Lucifer was trying to curl into the tightest ball he could manage, one hand over his face as he cried, the other acting as a pillow, his head laid on it.
“Lucifer,” Alastor said softly. He reached toward the man to brush a piece of hair off his forehead, but Lucifer flinched away from the barest graze of Alastor’s finger. He was uncertain what to do. Perhaps it would be best to leave Lucifer to cry this out. Alastor rose, ready to summon his shadow to slip into it, but a hand shot out from underneath the wings, latching onto his pant leg.
“Wait,” Lucifer’s voice was coarse, vocal cords rubbed raw from his wracking sobs. “Please, don’t go. I need you, Alastor.”
Alastor sunk back down onto one knee this time. “What’s troubling you, sire? Is it something I did just now?”
Lucifer shook his head. “No. It’s…something else.”
Alastor thought back to some of Charlie’s exercises. “Do you need to talk about it?” He asked, recalling a recent morning session about trust building, and how it was better to ask if someone wanted to discuss their feelings, instead of demanding them to talk about it. Loathe to admit it, Alastor had paid attention, and now found the information useful.
“I’m sure I do.” Lucifer admitted, tears still trailing down his face, “but not tonight. I know…” He paused, and looked away from Alastor’s face, “I know you’re not keen on touch, Alastor, but will you hold me? I need you to hold me.”
Alastor hesitated. He was not keen on touch, at least not tonight. It had been a full day and then he spent several long hours in his tower. He had not come to Lucifer’s room tonight with sex being the intention, despite it having happened in the end. He’d merely wanted to wind down from the day, check on Lucifer, and sleep. He wasn’t feeling put off by their coupling, he had enjoyed it even though he didn’t climax. That wasn’t important to him. And frankly, he didn’t care if he did or not every time they were together. But Lucifer was asking for physical contact beyond what Alastor could control outside of sexual intimacy, where he could keep the king at a specific distance.
Lucifer watched him, eyes shining as tears leaked from them and ran down his face in thin rivulets. Rarely, no, Alastor had never seen him like this. Whatever had happened today had shaken Lucifer to his core. And he was sure the intense session they just had shook other emotions loose and now everything was spilling out of him. He wanted to comfort Lucifer. It was not a new feeling, but one he was still growing accustomed to. This need to care for someone other than himself.
Before he could stop himself, Alastor rose up slightly. Lucifer watched, uncertain for a moment if he was leaving, but then he leaned down. Lucifer clambered to his knees, reaching his arms out as Alastor wrapped his low around his hips and hauled Lucifer off the couch. Alastor watched as the king finally became aware of his wings when one of them bumped into a bed post. He visibly winced in discomfort after getting over the initial shock that his wings were out in the first place. He didn’t vanish them, instead letting them stretch as Alastor sat them on the side of bed, settling Lucifer in his lap, knees bracketing his hips.
He leaned his head into Alastor’s shoulder and breathed. Tears still slipped from his eyes, dampening Alastor’s shirt. His wings twitched and flexed before settling, folding in slightly. Alastor kept his hands on Lucifer’s waist, holding him steady, although Lucifer had a good hold with his arms around Alastor’s neck. He was mildly uncomfortable mostly from the dual sensation of skin on skin contact and his clothes rubbing against his body in a way that wasn’t from normal movement.
He lifted one hand and squeezed it between himself and Lucifer and undid the first few buttons on his shirt, pulling the collar open. Lucifer immediately pressed closer, nose running along the sensitive skin of Alastor’s neck. He inhaled deeply and let that breath out as a sigh. He wasn’t shaking anymore, and his tears seemed to have stopped. Alastor returned his hands to Lucifer’s waist and ran them up and down slowly. He slid one hand to Lucifer’s lower back to brush his knuckles along the king’s spine, something that always seemed to soothe him, only to find his tail swishing limply back and forth. That was still out too, apparently.
“You can touch it.” Lucifer whispered into his shoulder.
Alastor ran his hand along Lucifer’s tail as he lashed it, pulling the length through Alastor’s hand to the spade tip. He sighed through his nose, warm breath fanning across Alastor’s exposed chest. He felt when the king’s breathing changed, and he sagged into his hold. He didn’t need to look to know Lucifer had fallen asleep. With only a little awkward movement, he managed to adjust them so they were laying against the numerous pillows, not that the king would be using one tonight.
As soon as Alastor stopped moving, Lucifer turned onto his stomach so his wings weren’t pressed underneath him on his side, and wound his arms around the Radio Demon’s waist. All without waking up. Alastor would have to unpack Lucifer’s subconscious later. The way he manipulated his body so comfortably against Alastor’s. When had this become so natural?
He wrapped one hand around Lucifer’s head and ran his fingers through blonde hair, mind whirling far too much for him to find rest the same way. He sat there watching Lucifer’s face in sleep. Purple lids closed lightly, lips slightly parted, brow relaxed. Alastor realized only moments before he touched the king, that he had reached out with one finger with the intention of drawing it along Lucifer’s brow line. He pulled back and leaned his head into the pillow behind him, letting out a breath.
What was happening? Since when was he so, so…sentimental?
Alastor looked down at the fallen angel asleep in his lap. He wrapped his other arm around Lucifer’s shoulders, not surprised when he felt an expected tightening of the arms around his waist. Lucifer let out an audible breath, burrowing a little closer. So, this was how it was going to be tonight. Alastor sighed and closed his eyes.
He must have fallen asleep eventually. Otherwise, he would not have missed the sound of soft footsteps moving across the floor toward the bed. Or Charlie’s voice as she called out for her father.
“Dad? Dad, are you awake? I wanted to check…oh my gosh!”
Alastor cracked one eye open to watch as Charlie quickly turned, one hand covering her eyes. He tried to sit up, only to find his body pinned to the bed. Lucifer lay atop him, still naked, wings still out. He felt pressure around his right leg, realizing it was Lucifer’s tail wrapped about his calf. If he wasn’t still mostly dressed, the position he was lying in would have also left him as exposed as the king on top of him. Lucifer was at least lying on his stomach.
“I…um…I didn’t realize…Alastor…I’m so sorry. I….I’ll go.” Charlie fumbled through an apology, walking back toward the door with her eyes still covered.
Alastor waited until he heard the door click shut, before he took further stock. Lucifer was curled up, half lying on top of him, arms still wound around his middle. His head was tucked under Alastor’s chin, blonde hair tickling his neck. Alastor began to move his limbs, uncurling one arm from around Lucifer’s shoulders, the other lay at his side.
“Sire, I think you should wake.” Alastor spoke quietly, voice rough as his radio filter crackled on.
Lucifer groaned sleepily and stretched. His breathing changed as his body moved to wakefulness. Going from deep, even breaths that Alastor could feel against his chest, to short, subtler ones. Yellow eyes blinked open and he yawned.
“Why do I need to get up? S’early still.” His words slurred as they came out.
“I do believe we have just been found out. By the princess.”
Lucifer’s eyes snapped open, and he started to sit up. “Charlie? She was here?”
“Yes.” Alastor sat up as well. “Is there a reason she can just walk into your rooms? I thought you had them warded.”
“She’s my daughter.” Lucifer answered with an obvious tone and shrugged. The movement jostled one set of wings, and Lucifer realized they were still out. He folded them in and snapped his fingers, the wings vanishing in a cloud of red and gold. “I guess I should go talk to her then, about…” He paused and turned his eyes to look at Alastor. “Are we an ‘us’?”
Alastor finished straightening his shirt and closing up the open buttons. “If you need to put a label on it.” He answered simply.
Lucifer shook his head. His tail whipped impatiently in the air behind him and thumped down on the mattress. “No. I mean, I want to, but is that something you want, too?”
Alastor swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I don’t have feelings on it either way, sire. If it makes it easier explaining things to the princess, then do what you need to.”
“Alastor,” Lucifer sighed. “I think we should talk about this before I talk to Charlie.” He moved across the bed to press up behind the Radio Demon. Alastor flinched infinitesimally when Lucifer got close, but didn’t protest.
He wasn’t sure if he should touch Alastor or not. He settled for resting his head very lightly on the demon’s shoulder. When Alastor didn’t try to push him away, Lucifer wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Is ‘us’ something that you want? Do you want this to be…official? I can’t think of a better word. Or just keep it casual? I do need to say first, though, that I’m very happy with what we have right now. But I would like to know if there can be more. I…” Lucifer trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Alastor’s hand came up to cover where Lucifer’s lay, mind stuck on the king’s unfinished words. What had he been about to say? “I’m also satisfied with what we have right now, sire.”
“Would you want to see if there can be more?” Lucifer spoke quietly, warm breath ghosting over Alastor’s cheek.
Alastor hesitated. His hand squeezed over Lucifer’s and he closed his eyes, focusing in on the pattern of the king’s breathing. The way his chest rose and fell against Alastor’s back. The press of his temple to Alastor’s jaw. Everywhere they were connected. Lucifer was so warm and solid, but still soft. He felt the ghostly touch of the king’s lashes on his cheek as Lucifer closed his eyes and continued to breathe.
“Alastor? You still with me?”
“Yes.” He answered, his heart beating erratically. “Yes, I would like more.” He felt the upward curve of lips just before a kiss was pressed to his neck.
Lucifer began to pull away, but Alastor reached out, grabbing the king’s wrist. Lucifer stared down at his hand for a moment, before moving close again. Alastor, clearly out of his mind, which he would later blame on a lack of caffeine and being awoken so suddenly that morning, pulled Lucifer back to him and turned to meet him, kissing him firmly.
He pushed Lucifer to his back, turning and bending at his waist so he could kiss the king more thoroughly, giving him a much clearer answer. Lucifer sighed, going lax and letting Alastor lick into his mouth as he buried his fingers in the demon’s hair to hold him close. As much as he wanted to indulge in this languid moment, Lucifer knew he needed to get downstairs and speak with his daughter as soon as possible.
He pulled away from Alastor reluctantly, explaining, and sat up. Alastor agreed and rose from the bed, walking to the couch to gather his bowtie. Lucifer clambered off the bed as well and snapped his fingers. He shivered as he felt his magic freshen him up and drape him in his clothes simultaneously. Alastor waited by the door with a small smile on his face, holding his jacket.
“Shall we?” He held Lucifer’s coat for him as the devil slipped his arms in and fixed the collar. “I do still want to talk about yesterday, sire. If you can talk about it.”
Lucifer sighed, plucking his cane from the rack. “I can, to some extent. But let me speak with Charlie first.”
Alastor hummed and nodded. “That is the more pressing issue now, isn’t it?”
“Not really, but I owe her the truth at this point, I think.” Lucifer blushed golden in shame.
“I’ll see you later, sire.” Alastor smiled dimly, then bowed and dropped a kiss to the top of Lucifer’s head before disappearing into his shadow.
Lucifer breathed once, twice, and then walked out his door. It was time to truly start moving on and living his life once more. First, though, he needed to have this conversation with Charlie.