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Their relationship was fairly new. Bordering still on a precipice of leaving the town of hateful rivals and attentively passing the fuck buddies exit and into sharing a bed, bathroom and kisses turn off.

That being said, they still acted less like lovey partners and more like two possessive idiots who wanted to be in control.

Alastor would still be carrying on in public, degrading the diminutive King whenever he got the chance. Lucifer always fell into his challenge and resulted in Alastor having the upper hand in their banter. Laughing mockingly whenever Lucifer couldn’t come up with something witty enough to cut.

“Better luck next time, your majesty!” Alastor jeered and laughed as he melted into his shadows.

He never did stay long enough to see the King’s sour face turn smug and superior. As though he was enjoying his game.

Alastor liked to think he would come out on top. He did enjoy sitting on top, riding the King’s cock and chasing his own pleasure. He especially enjoyed making the King curse when he edged the little monarch and watched him turn feral and slam up into him until he came and slid off.

He didn’t notice when he panted beside the King, coming down from his high, how hungry those eyes were. How deceptively calm he was after being denied his own orgasm. How Lucifer smiled big as he looked him over like a prize he won.

Sometimes he’d give little rewards whenever the King cut him up with a good quip. He’d purr in pleasure knowing that Lucifer was catching up to him. The King suggested he deserved a little something. Which turned into make outs in closets, that turned into Alastor with his pants down and fingers inside him until he came in a room no one ever used.

“How is me getting off a reward for you?” Alastor asked once after a few times of this.

They were laid out on the couch, Lucifer manhandled him on top with his own head pillowed on throw cushions.

Lucifer smirked and kissed his bruise kissed lips. “Well, I suppose you’re right,” he mused coyly. “How about next time, I get a blowjob?”

Alastor raised a brow, but he supposed that would work. “I don’t see why not, if you can come up with something exceptionally witty.” Was his rebuttal.

After all, he’d have to be able to not stumble over his words.

“So, if I beat you at your own game or impress you in any way, I can get whatever I want?” Lucifer pushed.

Alastor, brain mush from a lovely mind-blowing orgasm, agreed easily.

“Sure, why not, you impress me, and I’ll give you whatever you ask for.” He agreed and laid his head against Lucifer’s chest to relax and closed his eyes.

Lucifer chuckle above was a little off. “It’s a deal then.” He whispered.

Alastor was already snoring softly.

But after that little talk, there was a shift between them. Lucifer always seems to have the right words to back Alastor in a corner, especially in front of the others and have him put on the spot. Husk would smirk at seeing him flounder briefly before coming back with a laugh and a touché sire. Angel Dust snarked that Alastor was playing with the big dogs now. Vaggie looked far too excited about him getting his comeuppance.

Still, a deal was a deal. He found himself in a supply closet giving Lucifer a blowjob. Lucifer held him in place by his antlers and worked in and out of his mouth with a moan. Lucifer was not small but thick and long. Satisfying when inside his pussy but made the palate of the roof of his mouth sore and tears prick the corners of his eyes. He didn’t have a gag reflex, but the head of that cock choked him all the same.

When Lucifer came, he didn’t pull out but pushed down Alastor throat and made him swallow.

“Good buck.” Lucifer praised and pet his ears.

Alastor panted and glared up at him, but he didn’t dislike the praise, and he liked Lucifer’s touch, so he allowed it for now.

But Lucifer kept grabbing the upper hand. Whenever Alastor was in the throws of passion from above, Lucifer was suddenly pushing him face first into the pillows, fucking Alastor from behind and cumming inside him, no more edging, Lucifer got what he wanted. The King’s stamina was endless, because while Alastor was still coming down from his high and thorough pounding, Lucifer was already thrusting into his pussy again and making him whimper pathetically at his sensitive walls being pummeled too much and too soon. Every time they had sex now, instead Alastor feeling superior, he’s losing all the ground he thought he had and was slowly finding himself to be the bottom.

Lucifer only seemed to grow bolder with each win. Alastor was starting to get miffed.

Like today for instance.

Alastor was in the middle of his rounds in the hotel halls, checking his protective wards. When a portal opened to the supply closet and he was yanked inside. Before he could react, his dress pants and undergarments were at his ankles and Lucifer was three fingers deep. Alastor keened and his static went haywire, he was dripping in seconds and worked open quickly before the King’s cock was pushed inside. Lucifer bent him in half against the wall and fucked him hard and fast. The sound of their sex was loud in his own ears, the suction of cock and wet pussy obscene.

“That’s it,” Lucifer praised, and his claws found his clit. “Be a good buck and clench down for me, let me fill you up, sweetie.”

Alastor whimpered and mewled, doing exactly that and gasping as he came and the King was cumming inside him. When the King pulled out, fingers replaced him inside again and curled, pulling out cum and rubbing it into Alastor’s folds and the surrounding fur.

“S-stop that!” Alastor stuttered out from his position. “Clean me up this instant!” He hissed.

Lucifer chuckled and licked his fingers clean. “Do you really want that, Al? Don’t you want to smell like your mine?”

Alastor flushed as he was set on his feet, and Lucifer pulled his underwear and pants back up. Lucifer’s claw came up between his legs and pressed the wetness seeping out and the mess around his privates and groped him, smearing the mess around.

“How dare you!” Alastor snarled and went to slap his hand away.

Lucifer chuckled and moved back. “Relax Al, if you want it cleaned up, then clean it up.” He replied and watched him.

Alastor paused. Because he was right, he was the Radio Demon, he could snap his fingers and clean himself up. He didn’t have to have a mess of cum leaking from between his legs, soaking his underwear. He didn’t have to let the slick feeling stay and rub between his lips.

And yet…

Alastor turned redder and his ears went back. He knew if he cleaned up, Lucifer would be disappointed. He might not touch him for days. Last time he pulled off his dick before Lucifer came, he was denied an orgasm for two days. He only got off after he let Lucifer cum down his throat again. He should have been pissed off, but Lucifer’s reward was amazing, he gave Alastor mind blowing sex for an entire night, until he couldn’t walk the next morning, was fed breakfast in bed and pampered.

When he went against what Lucifer wanted, he didn’t get what he wanted.

“… You’ll make up for my discomfort.” He hedged and wouldn’t meet Lucifer’s eyes.

Lucifer’s grin was pleased and Alastor shivered at the notion that he pleased the King with his compliance. “Of course I will, I always reward my good buck.” He cooed before disappearing into his red sparkles.

And he did.

Despite walking around with his filth and shame all day, feeling cum against his privates and his underwear sticking uncomfortably. Lucifer did not disappoint him.

“That’s it Al,” Lucifer growled from above, his claws plucking at Alastor’s teets on his abdomen until they were numb, his cock ground down on his clit until he screamed his name. “That’s a good buck, you listen so well, you sound so perfect.” He praised.

Alastor was barely able to walk the next morning again. Every part of him was sore yet sated. He held no regrets for his short humiliation in the face of several orgasms and Lucifer’s morning pampering of feeding him in bed and having a warm bath made just for him. Lucifer hummed a song under his breath as he washed Alastor’s hair and helped him dry off. He even had his clothes pressed and ready for him.

He should have seen the signs. He should have known he was being manipulated.

After a time, there were passing comments from Lucifer to others. Like how Lucifer liked long hair on his partners, something to run his fingers through. Niffty brought up dresses and Lucifer said he liked them with a long slit up either side and in red sparkles. The times they spent together in bed, Lucifer would run his fingers through his hair and twirl a strand around his finger only for it to fall away from behind too short. He never commented, never said anything directly.

Yet his hands would wander up the side of his legs, like he was looking for an opening to touch.

Alastor glared in the mirror one night, months later. His hair no longer in a bob but past his shoulders and soft. He tapped his fingers against his vanity and stared at his new reflection.

He never changed his appearance to please another. Lucifer never asked him either. Yet Lucifer played with his hair more often now, used it to hold onto besides just his tail. Put his hair up in ponytails to kiss his neck.

Alastor was being played. And it took him roughly six months to see it. He was furious.

He was Alastor the Radio Demon. He would not be a plaything to the King of Hell. They equals. They were partners. How dare Lucifer manipulate him into changing himself!

But didn’t we also get what we wanted, in the end?

His traitorous thoughts sprang up, as they always did when he doubted Lucifer now.

Hasn’t Lucifer given us everything we’ve asked for? The fresh deer meat, the updated bayou, unbelievable sex. He takes care of us. We just have to give him what he wants.

Alastor snarled and his ears went back.

Lucifer wants submission.

Lucifer wants a docile doe that follows him around like a pet.

He never asks us to change who we are in front of others. We play, we flirt, we fuck. We look pretty for our King—

Alastor threw the soap container and broke the mirror.

He wouldn’t be tamed.

He grabbed the shears and went to cut his hair—until a knock came to the bathroom door.

“Hey Al!” Lucifer called, his voice cheery and excited. “I was thinking, we’ve been together for a while now,” he reasoned through the door. “And I was wondering if you’d like to go on an actual date.”

Alastor paused with the shears close to his hair. “What kind of date?” He questioned.

“I was thinkin’ we could go to Gluttony, you’ll love it, they don’t have a problem with your cannibalism so you can eat whatever you like in public. They have a Jazz Club that’s right up your alley. Whadda ya say, think you could still out dance me like you said?” He teased.

Alastor’s ears perked forward, and he put the shears down to go and open the door. He grinned down at his lover in excitement.
“And me with nothing to wear.” He purred.

Lucifer returned the grin and snapped his fingers, both of them dressed up in an instant. Alastor in high waisted burgundy silk pants with wide flared legs, a long sleeve button up silken burgundy shirt with the top opened to reveal his chest fur. The accents of his motif of a stag in the embroidery of the cuffs and a little golden mic pin on his lapel. Instead of his monocle Lucifer replaced it with wide wire frame pink tinted glasses with a beaded chain around his neck, a wide brim fedora in the same color with ear holes for it to sit comfortably. He checked his hooves and saw he had dancing shoes on.

He turned to the mirror, but it was broken. Lucifer hummed in dismay and snapped it repaired for him. Alastor smiled at the King before looking at himself and he noted his hair was curled away from his face, the hat had a golden snake pin with ruby eyes. Gold contrasts on every piece of deep burgundy, Alastor didn’t miss all the hidden snakes in the designs. When he looked at the back of the shirt he noticed a peculiar symbol.

“What is that supposed to be?” He asked.

Lucifer’s smile was smug, his outfit matched but in black and gold. “Our symbol. My half apple and snake with your antlers.”

Alastor hummed looked back at his partner. “A bit tacky, but I’ll allow it.” He replied graciously, he noted the golden pin on Lucifer’s hat in the shape of a stag’s head with emerald eyes.

“You certainly are creative.” He added.

Lucifer grinned and took his hand. “I’ll take that as the compliment is it,” he teased. “Now, c’mon. I have a place in mind for dinner before the club.”

Alastor was pulled through a portal and immediately felt the difference in atmosphere. It wasn’t as hot in Gluttony, everything smelled divine, and it was fairly clean. Everything was also lively and colorful. Mostly hellhounds walking about but he spotted other denizens of Hell.

“I wasn’t aware you could pull me from Pride, being a sinner.” Alastor questioned while Lucifer led them both towards a restaurant with a line out the door.

Lucifer chuckled and kissed his knuckles. “You’re mine, Alastor, that makes all the difference.” He purred and gave him a toothy smile from under his hat.

Alastor blinked and felt a shiver run down his spine. Wasn’t this the very attitude he was angry about, being a plaything to the King?

Dinner and dancing aren’t truly being treated as a thing, is it? He’s giving us what we want, what we like. If he asks for something in return, it’ll be worth it.

Alastor chuckled and the tension in his shoulders eased. Yes, this was a date and something he could enjoy, nothing to worry about here. He linked claws with Lucifer and allowed himself to be led down the street. He did have to wonder why they were walking when Lucifer could have opened a portal right at their destination. But a walk was still pleasant, especially when it was the first time Alastor had been to Gluttony, the first time since his death that he’s seen anything but Pentagram City.

The colors here were vibrant. Neons and golds, music and clubs on every street corner. Restaurants taking up entire blocks and filled with people. There were trees here, though they were multi-colored and some looked as though they were made of honeycombs.

“Ah, there we are,” Lucifer spoke up and pointed to a restaurant with a line halfway around the corner. “Best place to get venison steaks and creole food, I thought you might like to mix the two.”

Alastor’s perked forward. “That…” he paused and realized Lucifer was pampering him again. “That sounds lovely, dear, but we’ll be here most of the night what with that line.” He mentioned.

Lucifer chuckled and pulled him along. “Not when you’re with the King of Hell you don’t.” He assured him and walked right up to the hostess.

He needn’t even say a word, the hostess spotted them and immediately walked them inside. She personally walked the two towards a private booth where no one could bother them. Alastor smirked and once he took his seat turned to the angel.

“Do you have a private booth everywhere you go?” He asked.

Lucifer nodded. “All the top locations have to have a place to accommodate all the Sins.” He answered easily and grabbed the menu to hand it over. “Take a look and pick as many things as you want to try” he told him and stood. “I’ll be right back.”

Alastor raised a brow and watched him trot away before he shrugged and looked over the menu, deciding halfway through to remove his hat, even if no one could see him it was still good manners.

The hellhound waitress came by before Lucifer returned, dropping off a whole bottle of wine and pouring him a full glass and another for the King. The waitress took his order before disappearing again. Alastor supposed Lucifer and he could share, after all Lucifer wasn’t against spicy food. Just not his preference to munch on.

When Lucifer returned, he had a box under his arm and a grin on his lips.

“Where have been? The waitress came by and took my order, are you planning to eat my favorites tonight?” He asked teasingly.

Lucifer set the box on the table and pulled it open. “I have a present for both of us.” He explained and pulled out something bright pink and silicone.

Alastor sat up straighter, and his expression went as neutral as it could with a permanent smile. “What,” he hissed. “Is that?”

Lucifer met his eyes. “A vibrator, it goes inside you and I have a remote to control its on and off and intensity.”

“It looks like a mutated tadpole.” Alastor snipped.

Lucifer snickered and nodded. “It does!” He agreed readily and checked to make sure it worked. “Get up on the table, sweetheart.”

Alastor tensed and his ears went back. “I think not, we’re in public.”

Lucifer looked around and made a point of how alone they were. “I could make you scream my name, and no one would come to bother us.” He explained and patted the dinner table.

“Up, up.” He ordered lightly, but it was an order.

Alastor swallowed the lump in his throat and clenched his claws into fists. “I think not.”

Lucifer’s demeanor turned a bit sharp but never cold or angry, just calculating. “Alastor,” He cautioned and crowded into Alastor’s space, the deer demon found he could move back into the booth but not slide out, the table blocked him in and there was a wall behind his back. “I promise, I’m not trying to hurt you or humiliate you,” he soothed and slid onto the booth between Alastor’s legs, rubbing at his inner thighs.

“No one has to know what we’re doing, and you did make the deal that I can get what I want if I impress you, have I not impressed you with Gluttony? With the nice restaurant?” He pressed and moved his claws to the buttons on Alastor’s pants.

Alastor shuddered and felt the constraints of their harmless deal fall on his being. His legs spread out willingly for the King and not so willingly of Alastor. He shivered and his ears flattened further as Lucifer pulled his pants and underwear down—why didn’t he notice they weren’t normal but made of lace and strings?!—and covered his mouth when Lucifer pushed two fingers inside his pussy.

The Radio Demon clamped down with one hand over his mouth and other gripping the booth below him. Lucifer’s skillful fingers curling just enough to put delicious pressure on his walls and causing him to jolt and his thighs to tremble as he worked him up. The small sounds of slick fingers working Alastor’s wet pussy was so very loud to the sinner. Lucifer scissored his fingers, and Alastor had to grab at the back of the booth and threw his head back to gasp and pant, his hips jerking as Lucifer twisted his fingers push further inside to loosen his walls. His thumb came up and rubbed his clit in small gentle circles.

“Ah, ah—“Alastor gasped and rocked his hips forward. “Ohh…!” He whimpered and shook his head to keep himself quiet.

“No, Alastor,” Lucifer’s voice made a pleasant shiver shoot up his core. “You know I like to hear you, be loud for me.”

Alastor panted and his cries were agonized as his voice was forced to give into what Lucifer wanted. He whined in needy pitches and cried out Lucifer name in a plead for release.

“Good buck.” Lucifer praised and removed his fingers, immediately replacing them and filling Alastor with the toy.

Alastor looks down and watched as the neon pink bulbous toy was pressed inside him. His mouth fell open at the odd sensation of something foreign in his most delicate place. Lucifer pushed the toy in slowly and was enchanted by the progress, licking his lips and rubbing Alastor’s folds when they toy got closer to where his hand met. Inch by inch Alastor’s body swallowed the toy until all that was left was a silicone tail hanging outside of him.

Lucifer bent down and kissed his clit before wrapping his lips around the bundle of nerves. At the same time the toy was turned on, and the feeling caused a fire in Alastor’s loins.

He did scream then, a broken needy sound as Lucifer mouth and the toy caused him to climax and his vision whited out. When he slowly came back to his senses, he was laid out on the booth, one leg dangling over the side and the other behind Lucifer’s back. His privates on display for the King viewing pleasure.

“Perfect, as always, Alastor.” Lucifer praised and rubbed at his inner thigh again with small caressing circles. “Everything about you is perfect for me.”

Alastor whined and shivered at his praise. He wanted to be covered by his clothes. But his undergarments and pants were missing. Lucifer’s eyes were hungry and watching.

“How do you feel?” He asked the sinner.

Alastor’s lashes fluttered open slowly. “Good…” he slurred and after a moment pushed himself up on his elbows. “Where are my clothes?”

Lucifer smile was that of a predator. “Don’t worry about that right now, the food will still be a bit, we can still have some fun.” He answered and pulled out the remote and hit the button four times.

The feeling made Alastor’s stomach flip and his abdomen clench as every click created a faster sensation until on the fourth click the toy had a rhythm—bum, bum, burrr—Alastor’s core jolted and he scrambled to grab the piece sticking out, but Lucifer grabbed his claws and held on tight.

“Keep it in and enjoy it. I want to watch, you’re beautiful to watch Alastor.” Lucifer ordered.

Alastor thrashed his head and bared his teeth. His body trembled, his legs kicked out and the slow build of another sharp pleasure in his core made him claw at the seat beneath him.

The gasp tore from his throat and he felt his heart pounding in his drooped ears.

“Lucifer…!” He eeped out, his free claw coming up to cover his eyes from the piercing stare of the King of Hell.

Another click and the toy inside him sped up. Alastor keened and his back arched up from the seat and his head went back, he felt his antlers catch the leather of the booth as he gave a silent scream to his second orgasm of the night.

“Good buck.” Lucifer praised in a purr and the toy turned off when Alastor gave a pained whimper. Lucifer snapped his fingers, and his underwear and pants were back in place.

“When you can sit up, go ahead and come over. The foods on its way now that you’re done.”

Alastor pressed his heated cheek against the cool leather and gulped in air. His head was spinning but his ears twitched at the sound of plates laid out on the table and the scent of cuisine from his past wafted to his nose. It took him longer than he’d like to admit to come back down from his high and when he pushed himself up every part of him shook. Lucifer gripped one of his wrists and yanked him up until the sinner was half in his lap, long legs draped against his knees and Alastor’s head resting a top a crown of golden hair.

“Eat your fill, Al, all of this is for you.” Lucifer assured him and one of his claws gripped his lower back while the other grabbed his wine to sip.

Alastor took a moment. The feeling of the toy still lodged inside him wasn’t exactly comfortable and he shifted against Lucifer. The King’s hand found his tail and combed his claws through the soft fur there. Alastor shivered and he clenched down on the toy. He scowled in his smiling way as he finally came back to himself and moved his hand to unbutton his pants and pull the wretched thing out.

“No, Alastor.” Lucifer ordered, his tone firm but non-threatening. Like he expected the sinner’s obedience.

Alastor snarled at the King, he opened his mouth to snap that he wouldn’t be told what to do, when a bite of venison was shoved between his jagged teeth and touched his tongue. His eyes widened and his ears perked forward as the meat practically melted against his tongue and he barely needed to chew. He licked his lips and turned to the plates of delicious food that sat before him, forgetting his ire in favor of eating.

The steak was divine. They basted with butter, thyme and garlic. Salt added when it was finished, the inside rare and the rest dripping in its own juices. He sighed at the lovely balance of natural flavors and herbs. He enjoyed a good fresh slab of sinner ribs, but nothing compared to what would truly be cannibalism for him.

When every last morsel was finished and he was tempted to lick the plate clean, he instead grabbed a warm loaf of bread cut into pieces and wiped the remaining juices from the plate and savored the taste as he munched on the bread. Plate clean, he grabbed his wine to clean his palate.

“Good?” Lucifer asked, wrapping arms around Alastor’s waist and was smiling.

Alastor hummed his appreciation and pulled the next plate over, an arrangement of crawdads in a rich sauce. The plating was pretentious, but he expected nothing less from a place that could give Lucifer his own personal room. Still while he pulled the crayfish apart with the tip of his thumb to the underside of the tail and twisted the body, he was happy to enjoy something that had been a distant memory. He ate the tail meat dipped in sauce, sucked the innards from the cavity and pinched the head to suck that clean as well. He stuck his pinky claw inside the cavity and pulled the yellow fat from inside and licked his finger clean.

“Oh, I’m going to buy you loads of these.” Lucifer rumbled against his shoulder and squeezed him close again.

“I’m eating, try to keep your mind from the gutter.” Alastor snipped and licked sauce from his claws as he demolished the plate.

“Too late.” Lucifer purred and kissed his shoulder.

Alastor rolled his eyes but chuckled. The fallen angel was slowly finding his begrudging forgiveness for making a fool of him in the restaurant. Once he finished, he grabbed the bread again and sopped up the sauce. He grabbed the gumbo next and settled back more in Lucifer’s hold.

“This makes up for the thing stuck up inside me, I suppose.” Alastor mused.

Lucifer grabbed his wrist before the spoon could make it to Alastor’s mouth and took the bite for himself.

“Are you telling me you didn’t enjoy your two orgasms?” Lucifer asked.

Alastor huffed. “Whether or not I enjoyed them is beside the point— “

“It’s the only point.” Lucifer interrupted. “You feeling good is my entire point. I want to make sure you’re taken care of in every way.” Lucifer insisted and his hand moved to pull Alastor’s head down to kiss him, a soft and warm feeling. Push and pull of lips, sensual and almost loving.

After that, Alastor was left alone with his food. He did offer spoonfuls to Lucifer here and there. They finished their wine and shared chuckles and soft looks. Once Alastor was done, Lucifer grabbed Alastor’s hat and made sure it was secure before he pulled away to stand and offered his hand to his date. The sinner snorted but took his hand and was led out the way they came.

“Color me impressed, Lucifer.” Alastor praised.

Lucifer grinned and pulled his knuckles up to kiss them as before. “Glad to hear it, now let’s see if the club is up to your standards.”

The club itself was modern. They must be having one of those retro nights. Everything was over the top in the décor for the time period they were emulating. Though Alastor was still pleased that they kept the strobe lights off and allowed warm lights to break through the gloom. The band was playing something fast and energizing. Alastor immediately pulled Lucifer to the dance floor.

“I hope you can keep up!” Alastor taunted.

Lucifer laughed. “I think I’ll surprise you.” He countered.

“If you’re able to keep up with me, I’ll be doubly impressed.” Alastor teased him.

There was a glint in Lucifer’s eyes, and he moved in like a shark. “I’ve already impressed you with Gluttony and dinner. You’ll give me two for the price of one?”

Alastor smirked. “That is, if you can actually keep up.” He leaned down now to be face to face with Lucifer.

The King of Hell’s grin was smug, he leaned up while Alastor leaned down further and kissed Alastor’s lips before pulling back and having them move onto the dance floor. The King of Hell did not disappoint. Lucifer matched every step, every jig. His footwork was flawless. Alastor hasn’t had a partner that could keep up with him since he was among the living. They laughed and spun, finding the other and pulling each other close each time. No one tried to cut in, no one dared intervene on their fun.

They danced and drank and laughed for hours. Alastor forgot what was nestled inside him, having grown used to the feeling and enjoying himself too much to care.

He perhaps should have cared more. Because what happened next changed the rest of his eternity.

The club was still very lively despite the late hour. Demons, imps and hellhounds were still waiting for their turn to come in from outside. The two decided to take a breather and Lucifer led Alastor towards an alcove that no one occupied.

“You looked amazing out there, Al.” Lucifer praised.

Alastor smirked and drank his water, preferring to hydrate at this point instead of ruining the mood by becoming too drunk. “And you,” Alastor returned. “You kept up with every step, I’m quite impressed.”

Lucifer grinned and watched Alastor finish his water before snapping the glass away.

“I’m glad to hear it,” Lucifer mused and opened his jacket to pull out the remote control. “I think we should end the night on a good note.”

Alastor blinked in surprise and before he could protest, his inside lit up and the toy buzzed inside him. There was no slow build up, the thing was turned on full blast and Alastor’s knees gave out. Lucifer grabbed him before he could fall and pulled them back into the corner. Not as though everyone couldn’t see them if they turned. There was no real privacy in this club.

“So pretty,” Lucifer murmured in his ears. “Be a good buck now, help me feel good too.” He ordered and Alastor watched as Lucifer undid his pants and pulled out his length.

Alastor did say he was impressed, didn’t he?

The oh so harmless deal propelled him forward and he opened his mouth to swallow that golden flushed cock. Sitting heavy on his tongue and pushed forward until his nose was nestled in the soft golden hair there, just the way Lucifer liked him. His pussy clenched down on the vibrator inside and he moaned around his lover’s cock. He couldn’t think straight, so much sensation all at once.

“Good buck,” Lucifer praised again and held onto his antlers and started to thrust. The toy changed its intensity to match the movements of his cock. Alastor scrunched up his eyes and held onto Lucifer’s hips, his own legs spread wide to ease the pressure building there. He felt Lucifer’s movements grew sharper and his head held in place, breathing through his nose and pulling the musk and apples of Lucifer’s natural scent. His own pants were soaked now, his hips jerking forward trying to relieved the need for friction.

He whimpered around his lover’s cock and his ear trembled. Lucifer growled from above. “If you need to, unbutton your pants and I’ll use my tail to rub your clit,” Lucifer pants into his hair. “I want you to enjoy this too, buck.” He purred.

Alastor mewled and with shaky claws undid his own pants and worked them open, not a moment sooner did that dexterous tail push passed his hands and wiggle into the space between his panties and went to work. Alastor almost choked on the cock abusing his throat, he jerked his head slightly when the flat of the tail rubbed his wet lips before gliding up and rubbing with just the right amount of pressure to Alastor’s clit.

“That’s it,” Lucifer rumbled. “Feel good, sweetheart, please yourself.” He encouraged Alastor.

Alastor’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he felt overwhelmed. The vibrator, the tail and cock in his mouth. When he came he had to wrap his arms around the King in a desperate need to ground himself. Cum spilled over his tongue and he immediately moved push his face against Lucifer’s pelvis to drink him down.

The toy turned off, and he was pulled away from the King’s softened dick. Lucifer picked him up like he weighed nothing and cradled him close.

“I think the night is over for dancing.” He murmured and in a show of red sparkles, they left the club.

Alastor found himself laid out on Lucifer’s bed. A common occurrence. His outfit was removed until he was left in lingerie that wasn’t there before. Lucifer’s claws moved to his throbbing core and gently pulled the toy free.

“There we go,” Lucifer hummed, and the thing disappeared. “We’ll save that for later, I’ve got more ideas for you. For now, let’s just enjoy our night, is that alright with you?” He asked.

Alastor sighed and nodded. He knew what was about to happen and he enjoyed when Lucifer fucked him. Whatever he was wearing didn’t have a cover, because Lucifer pushed inside without moving underwear or pulling them down.

“I like you in pretty outfits like this,” Lucifer moaned and found his teats on Alastor’s abdomen to play with them. “So pretty for me, I’ll have to conjure up more outfits to put my pretty buck in.” He chuckled and proceeded to light up every nerve he could find to make Alastor scream his name until Alastor could barely keep his eyes open.

Lucifer sighed and snuggled them both under blankets and wrapped around him in a snug embrace.

“You’re mine Alastor,” Lucifer murmured. “I think you’re ready to be seen as mine too, just need a bit more work.”

Alastor’s next few weeks were a trial of self control. Lucifer wanted to play more, he asked this time though, saying something about saving the deal for a real need. Alastor found himself agreeing rather easily much to his own chagrin later. That blasted vibrator stuck up inside him for an entire day and turning on at random times. He’d have to find a place to hide and ride out the sensation, he only came once. The rest of the time he was left on edge and dealing with heavy need between his legs. But Lucifer told him if he didn’t touch himself, if Alastor was a good buck, he’d come and fuck him as much as he needed.

Alastor had his pride. He wasn’t so desperate to call it quits in just a few off putting moments. He endured and went about his day. Maybe he leaned on his cane more and more. And he might have had to change his undergarments at a time or two. But he was doing just fine.

Lucifer pouted because he didn’t call for him. So, he decided to up the ante.

“You’re spoiled from my cock anyways,” Lucifer said and waved his hand. “That toy’s good for little moments but you need something heavier for what I want.”

Alastor rolled his eyes and crossed his legs. “Must we do this in the hotel? I’d prefer Charlie not b privy to our salacious dealings.”

Lucifer’s demeanor softened and reached out to grip Alastor’s chin and pull him into a kiss. “Of course, we’ll do this in more adult settings.” He promised.

Alastor hummed and kissed him again, enjoying the warmth of their moment. “Splendid, I’d hope you’d see it my way.”

Famous last words.

“You want me to come to a meeting?” Alastor questioned, fixing his tie and cuffs for the day.

Lucifer nodded from where he leaned against the wall. “I get unbelievably bored at these Sin meetings,” he explained. “But you and Charlie want me to be more present, so you should be there to entertain me.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “I swear you’re a child most days,” he bemoaned and sat at his new vanity Lucifer made him to fix his long hair. “Fine, yes, I’ll come with you.”

Lucifer grinned and came up behind him and kissed his exposed neck. “Great, it’s in ten minutes, we’ll get you ready so its not uncomfortable the entire three hours.”

Alastor blinked in confusion as he turned away from the mirror. “What are you wanting me to do?”

Lucifer smirked and gripped his chin. “I’m cashing in one of my chips for impressing you,” he explained. “I want you to keep my cock warm.”

Alastor’s eyes widened at the implication. “How will we hide that?!”

Lucifer raised a brow. “Who said anything about hiding it? We’ll be among adults, no need to hide how we take care of each other. Besides it’s the other Sins, they won’t bat an eye at me bringing you to help me stay focused.”

Alastor gaped like a fish and Lucifer snapped his fingers. Alastor nice suit changed into a red set consisting of a fitted short-sleeved crop top and a flared, sheer mini skirt. The top featured structured cups and underwire support, offering a sculpted shape across his chest, with short puff sleeves made of red floral lace that hugged his upper arms. A low-cut square neckline gave way to an entirely open back, held together only by a thin tie at the upper spine and a hook clasp near the ribcage. The skirt was made from lightweight, semi-transparent mesh patterned with scattered flowers in soft pinks, blues, and purples. It sat high on his waist and ended mid-thigh, trimmed with wide red lace that added a touch of delicacy. The entire ensemble had the feel of modern lingerie styled like a vintage summer outfit—charming, revealing, and just shy of scandalous. On Alastor, it looked both outlandishly improper and impossibly composed.

Alastor touched his chest and looked down at himself, unable to believe how quickly things fell out of his control.

“What— “

Lucifer pushed in between his legs and his claws immediately found his teats to pinch and rub at them before he went to his knees and pushed his face under the skirt.

Alastor gasped. There was no underwear with this outfit. Lucifer tongue ignored his clit which was unusual, and his tongue pushed in and licked. Alastor twitched and grabbed the skirt to pull it back and hiss down at his partner.

“Lucifer what in the hell are you doing?!” He shrieked. ”Why am I dressed like this?!”

Lucifer moaned against his fold and his lips suckled his opening. Alastor knees went jelly and he bunched the skirt up into his arms as his knees came up to wrap around Lucifer’s head. He did love the feel of that forked tongue teasing his insides. He moaned and rutted up into the King’s face to chase his pleasure.

But before he could find his climax, Lucifer pulled away and licked his lips clean.

“There,” Lucifer purred and kissed a clenching thigh. “Now when you sit, I’ll slide in nice and easy.”

Alastor snarled. “You bastard, finish what you started!”

Lucifer grinned and a portal opened behind him. “I will, in three hours, I’ll fuck you on the meeting table if you keep me warm and let me play with you.”

Alastor looked ready to murder him, he was sure, but their deal flared to life and the King pulled him through the portal. The other Sins, whom he met by now and introduced as Lucifer’s partner, looked over at them with only a raised brow here and there.

“Ohh,” Mammon chuckled and sat back. “Brought ya’self somethin’ ta do aye mate?”

Lucifer grinned and pulled Alastor’s close. “Yup, now let’s get situated and down to business.”

Alastor was mortified. He was moved and made to stand and watch Lucifer who sat back in his chair and undid his pants and stroked himself. Alastor’s smile was held up by his stitches as he was turned, and his ears went back as he took his seat and sucked in a breath as Lucifer’s cock pushed inside him. He wasn’t stretched, just slick enough to make the hard cock easy to settle on. He clenches instinctively and gave a quiet gasped. Lucifer purred behind him and pulled Alastor back against his chest.

“You can spread your legs or cross them, whatever makes you comfortable,” Lucifer murmured against his shoulder. “Just settle back an’ relax, alright?”

Alastor swallowed around his humiliation and tried crossing his legs, but that only made him tighter and made them both moan. So, he had to spread out his knees and lean back against Lucifer fully. The sinner closed his eyes and refused to look at the other Sins. Lucifer’s dick wasn’t small and without a good stretch his walls were tight and felt every bit of that hard velvet steel and turned on Lucifer was when he throbbed. He tensed when Lucifer’s claws came up to exposed stomach and played with his teats.

The room as a whole moved on as though Alastor wasn’t being used like a common whore. His heart hammered in his ears and if he shifted too much Lucifer’ girth could rub against his clit when he dragged back in. Lucifer’s hands never stopped touching, never gave him a moment to collect himself. If he wasn’t pinching and playing with his nipples, he was rubbing furred thighs or playing with his trapped tail.

Three hours was too long. Alastor started to leak around Lucifer’s length and make a mess of his pants. His chest heaved as he stayed on edge and whimpered softly with need. Lucifer’ hands were petting and soothing while he worked and talked to the other Sins.

Alastor stopped listening at some point, trying to keep himself together and not fall apart. Any shift or movement made him want to sob. This wasn’t like the toy, Lucifer was bigger than anyone Alastor has been with. Lucifer girth spread him wide and his length made you feel like he was in your stomach.

At some point, his mind gave up, and his body went lax. Too tired to feel embarrassed, too overwhelmed to hold tight to his convictions. When Lucifer’s noticed he calmed down, his claws started petting his ears and a whisper of “good buck” came out and made Alastor whimper.

He barely noticed when the meeting ended. He was somewhere else, high up in the cloud as they say.

“You did such a good job Alastor.” Lucifer praised him suddenly and Alastor turned to his face.

“Aw, you’re such a good buck for me, sweetheart. Let me make you feel good now.” He purred and with gentle claws Alastor was laid front first over the conference table, the skirt covered nothing, and his tail shot up. He gave a ragged gasp when Lucifer had to pull out to position him.

“It’s okay,” Lucifer assured him and rubbed at the tender underside of his tail, only a place Lucifer had permission to touch. “I’ll reward you for being so good for me, I promise.”

Alastor mewled when his length pushed back in. The sinner spread his legs and shivered when Lucifer grabbed his tail. The drag in and out was torturous after sitting on it for so long.

“Please, Lucifer!” He sobbed out.

“Okay, okay, shhh, no teasing.” Lucifer soothed and started a punishing rhythm just the way Alastor liked it.

The once fearsome Radio Demon was reduced to a mewling horny bitch for the King of Hell’s wants and needs. He arched his back and gouged claw marks against the table beneath him, the drag of a slicked up cock against his insides was maddening and then the King of Hell ground down, turning circles that caught his clit and his frequency went haywire, a culmination of overstimulation and need pushed the sinner over the edge as he came harder than he ever had before.

Alastor slouched against the table, the only movement was him bouncing as Lucifer finished off, using his spent pussy until he came and filled him.

“Fuck you’re perfect Alastor,” Lucifer moaned as he held tight to narrow hips, cumming hard and shuddering through his own orgasm. “Such a good buck for me, we should do this every meeting. I got so much done.”

An ear twitched. A brow furrowed. Eyes darted as he took in the empty room.

“You really are my good buck, I love seeing you fall into your role.” Lucifer went on as he pulled out and spread Alastor’s pussy open to admire his work. “You’ve come along way, sweetheart. Now, let’s get back to the hotel, I have those venison steaks you like so much, and I thought we could have a drink by the fire and listen to some jazz.” He mused and couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward and kissing Alastor’s sensitive opening.

“Beautiful and mine.” He purred against wet and heated flesh.

Alastor’s eyes filled with dread as he was scooped up and carried through another portal, as he was set on the King’s bed for his viewing pleasure. His reward of rare venison steak that usually tasted amazing after a good romp, tasted like ash on his tongue.

He belonged to the King of Hell. He was trapped into a deal that pleased Lucifer easily. He’s been manipulated into a submissive role in this relationship.

“Hey Al,” Lucifer called from the where he sat in his chair, drinking a glass of amber liquid while Alastor now noticed he sat in his own chair, in a nightgown he would never choose for himself.

“Yes?” He heard himself ask.

“There are a lot of Goetia parties I usually avoid but I thought that maybe, if you go with me, we could mingle and remind everyone I’m still important. Satan really did a number on my image this last century.” He scowled and put his drink down to smile at Alastor. “With you on my arm, I think we could remind everyone who’s in charge. Whadda say?”

Alastor looked at him and said. “I don’t see why not, you’d fumble and flail without me there.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes, but the gesture was good natured. “Glad you’re onboard, I’ll have something made for you for the occasion.”

“You needn’t pick all my outfits out,” Alastor ground out. “I’m capable of dressing myself.”

Lucifer eyed him and nodded. “Okay, just make sure its formalwear.”

Alastor nodded and stared into his drink, wondering why he wasn’t angrier. Lucifer humiliated him in front of the Sins. He made Alastor nothing more than a plaything.

“Lucifer,” he called out.

“What’s up, Al?”

Alastor couldn’t meet his eyes when he said. “I didn’t like being used like that, in front of the Sins. I felt… like I meant nothing more to you than a toy… I don’t think I could look them in the eye if we were to have a casual time out like we usually do with Ozzie.”

Lucifer was there, framing his face in his claw. “No one, and I mean no one,” his eyes glowed red to emphasize his point. “Is allowed to look down on you or disrespect you. You’re mine and whatever we do together, how we enjoy each other, is no one’s business and they’ll see you as an extension of myself. You’re not my toy, you’re my partner.”

Alastor looked into Lucifer’s eyes and pressed once more. “I was laid out on your lap like a common whore, I thought I was there to help you, not satisfy you.”

Lucifer smiled and kissed his nose. “There is nothing common about you and a whore has man lovers, you belong to me. You did help me, I needed to feel grounded and what’s better than inside you where I feel complete. Once you stopped over thinking about everything you enjoyed it too, you came so hard you left marks on the table.” Lucifer reminded him and kissed his lips. “Can you look back at our time together and really think you didn’t have fun? That I didn’t please you for being good for me?”

Alastor sighed into the kiss that Lucifer pressed against him, his eyes drooped, and he reached up to cradle Lucifer’s face with his own claw.

“I did enjoy it afterwards,” he murmured against pliant lips. “I just don’t think I enjoyed being exposed like that, I only wanted you to see me as such.”

Lucifer nodded and kissed his cheek. “It was too much, too soon. You’re not there yet, I understand. We’ll work on it, together.” He assured Alastor and kissed down his neck.

Alastor shivered and melted into his lover’s touch, he could tell Lucifer wanted to pleasure him, wanted to taste him. When the King made it down his chest and wiggled his claws under the nightgown, Alastor laid back against the chair and sighed, spreading his legs for his lover.

His teats were still sore from earlier, but Lucifer’s forked tongue laved over each nub and left him panting and worked up. The King slowly worked down until he knelt between Alastor’s legs and feasted on his cunt.

Alastor’s moan was broken and filthy, he was sensitive and wrung out from the hours spent being filled. Yet Lucifer’s tongue was like a balm to his wretched soul, gentle menstruations lapping at his insides like he was a treat to the King of Hell. He relaxed further and his head lulled to the side, eyes drooping in contentment at the feel of Lucifer’s attention. When Lucifer clamped down on his clit and sucked, Alastor was already perfectly worked up and fell over the knife’s edge like silk. He slumped back and panted through his high while watching Lucifer reemerge from between his legs and look sated and smug.

“Do you feel better now?” Lucifer asked sweetly. “I always want you to be happy, to be taken care of.” He soothed kindly, but his eyes were hungry, as though he could continue on and devour Alastor until there was nothing left but bones.

Alastor questioned himself, because he instinctively widened his legs and held out his arms. In the back of his mind, he didn’t want to concede the whole point. He didn’t like being publicly used and seen like he had been by the Sins. But that traitorous part of him that always reasoned how good Lucifer was to him took over more often than not now.

“I always feel good after you take care of me,” Alastor purred, and his mental struggles were pushed aside. “But you look hungry,” he teased and pulled his lover in. “Why don’t we stay in tonight, and you can have your fill until I’m wrung out.”

Because he liked Lucifer’s undivided attention, he always had. Even when it was biting words and constant bickering, he had the King’s eyes on him. Now, he had the King of Hell between his legs, making him feel euphoric and given everything he wanted.

I’m more than a bed warmer!

Alastor’s brow creased at the thought. Even as Lucifer switched them from the chair to his bed and laid him out. He arched his back and offered his throat when Lucifer pushed inside and set a bruising pace. The King’s lips latched onto his throat and sucked a welt there, making Alastor moan for him again.

I’m not here to please the King! I’m the damned Radio Demon!

“Beautiful Alastor, perfect just for me.” Lucifer praised, lips against his skin, freely giving his adoration.

Alastor bounced against the bed, wrapping his limbs around the King and bringing him down to kiss. He clenched down hard when Lucifer’s pace became erratic. He heard the King moan his name and cum, claws found his abused clit and worked him over too. Lucifer was far from done though, Alastor had come to learn what it meant to be the King’s lover.

“On your front for me, buck.” Lucifer ordered. “Spread those pretty thighs for me, you know how much I like that view.” He purred.

Alastor turned and bent on his knees, laying his head on his arms and spread wide. He felt Lucifer’s lips and claws rub and lick at his folds and squirmed. He knew he was overworked and overused, he needed a moment to come down from hours of sitting full. But he stayed open, welcoming Lucifer’s touch all the same. Lucifer was greedy for more, sucking and lapping. Pushing his fingers in and out until Alastor clenched down again and again, cumming until he sobbed.

Cock replaced lips and tongue but didn’t move. Instead, Alastor was laid on top of Lucifer and kept full.

“I can’t get enough of you,” Lucifer moaned and pet his sides. “Just rest like this, I won’t hurt you, I just want to stay inside.”

Alastor was exhausted already and couldn’t fight, he laid his head against the pillow and burrowed his nose into soft hair.

The nail in his coffin, where he made the mistake of believing he could regain control, came from his own outrage at seeing himself in the papers from the jazz club.

They had them dancing, which was fine. They looked good together, he and Lucifer. Alastor read through the gossip and chuckled at how hungry everyone was to see the King with his Overlord.

Until the next line talked about their moment in the corner. Until Alastor saw himself splayed out on the ground, being used by Lucifer to get off. The image was humiliating, the words on the paper calling him the King’s new favorite flavor of the month.

Alastor saw red.

He found Lucifer with Charlie. His aura was enough to make their pleasant conversation grind to a halt. When Charlie saw the paper, she winced. Alastor was mortified all over again, because that meant she saw as well.

“I think this is about to be a very private conversation, we’ll catch up later, Dad.” She excused herself and left.

Lucifer turned to Alastor with confusion, only to have the papers shoved into his face.

“The flavor of the month?!” He shrieked. “They have me looking exactly as I stated I didn’t want to be seen as!”

Lucifer read through the paper quickly and frowned. “Yeah, that’s not gunna fly. I mean, I knew they took the picture, but I didn’t okay the writing. I’ll call them up and have it all changed, make sure all these are burned up. You’re not a fling, you are my partner. They’ll be dealt with.”

Alastor bristled. “I don’t look like much of a partner in this photo!”

Lucifer eyed him with a frown. “Alastor, you do realize what a top and bottom is, yeah?”

Alastor’s static rends through the air, making Lucifer wince. “You made me a bottom!”

Lucifer shrugged and cleaned out his ear. “Yeah, but you do well as one and you like it anyways. It was a lot easier for you to fall into your role than I thought it would be.”

Alastor had him by the throat in seconds. “You manipulated me! I thought we were equals!”

Lucifer smiled. “You’re as equal as you could ever be to the King of Hell. You may not be on my level, but you’re above everyone else. You can look down at them all from my lap, where you’ll stay.”

“And if I refuse?!” Alastor hissed out, his mind said he wouldn’t, but he pushed anyways.

Lucifer’s jolly demeanor turned sharp and calculating in an instant. “Nothing that can’t be fixed. You already know where you belong, you’ve known this. You grew out your hair for me, you wear outfits that please me. You let me have your body whenever and wherever I please. If you’re getting cold hooves, we’ll just work on it until you feel comfortable in your place.” He explained and despite the tight grip Alastor had on his throat, his own claw came up and gripped Alastor’s hair, making him grunt in surprise as he was pulled closer.

“You gave yourself willingly to me, you followed everything I said to do. I’ve made sure you were rewarded for all of your obedience. I’m not even asking for complete submission, you do as you please and talk to me how you please. But at the end of the day,” his grip grew tighter, making Alastor’s own falter and exposed his neck.

Lucifer licked the expanse of flesh and kissed his cheek. “You kneel to your King, you will never be free of me, I’ll not let you go.” He breathed against his lips and kissed him with an intensity Alastor wasn’t used to, the King held him in place and licked into his mouth, bit his bottom lip until it bled and sucked the cut until he healed it with a peck.

When he let go, Alastor fell to his knees in shock and Lucifer stepped back, fixing his own clothes before crowding Alastor’s space and fixing his tie and jacket.

“Do you understand now?” Lucifer asked.

Alastor, stunned, looked into golden eyes and his own widened in realization and nodded quickly.

Lucifer sighed and gripped the sinner’s chin. “Nothing has to change,” he soothed him. “Until now, you’ve enjoyed what we’ve built. You deluded yourself into thinking you had more control than you did but going forward it’s still the same. We still bicker, laugh, share drinks and make love. I’ve just clarified some details.” He explained patiently.

Alastor sucked in a breath and found dread pooling in his gut. “You own me without a chain, you changed the balance to fit your narrative and expect me to be alright with being your bitch.”

Lucifer sighed and moved to fix Alastor’s hair back into the bun he had it was in. “You’re going to rebel, I can tell. If you do, understand there are consequences to disobedience.”

Alastor couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Lucifer hasn’t once shown this side to him. “I am my own person, I’m not a pet to be disciplined!” He lashed out yet sat still as Lucifer fixed his hair and conjured a hair pin with a little apple blossom at the tip.

“You’re not a pet,” Lucifer agreed. “I don’t fuck my pets.”

Alastor swallowed as Lucifer pulled pieces of hair to frame his face, making it appealing for him to look at. “Did Lilith let you do this? Is that why she left?”

The look that got him was terrifying, but Lucifer’s touch remained gentle and warm.

“Lilith had a lot of freedom,” Lucifer murmured and cupped the sides of his face. “Lilith did what she pleased, and I believed she’d always come back to me if I let her do what she wanted and gave and gave. That didn’t work out for me,” he explained. “This time, I’m not making the same mistakes. Be an Overlord, be the Radio Demon, be my lovely hard to please Alastor.”

Alastor held his breath as Lucifer grew closer still until all he could see was his eyes. “But when I want you, you’re there to please me. If I tell you no, you obey, if I want to do anything with you or to you, you’ll smile and wag your tail and give me what I want, because you know I’ll spoil you and give you all the love and attention you so desperately crave.”

Alastor whimpered and stared into his eyes. “I don’t— “

“But you do, Alastor.” Lucifer corrected. “You love my attention, and you hate to share it. You’ve been possessive since the start of all this. You just have a problem being possessed.”

Lucifer clicked his tongue and kissed his nose. “You’ve done so well so far, buck, no need to rock the boat when you’re happy. I’ll get the papers fixed but everyone knowing you please your King isn’t a bad thing.” He reasoned and finally pulled back both physically and in intensity.

Alastor gripped his knees and tried to process what he’d just unearthed. Lucifer though acted like nothing had changed. Perhaps for him, this wasn’t a change, just a point to be made. The sinner watched him smile that sweet way of his and look at him with all the love and care he always gave.

“Do you wanna grab something to eat while I deal with the paper or do you need me to make you feel better first?”

Run, get away!

Alastor blinked and slowly stood, dusting himself off. “We both know which you prefer,” he replied with just a small quiver in his voice.

Lucifer cocked his head and continued to smile. “Sure, but I’ll have you either way, so lunch then?”

If you go to lunch, you’ll be fucked for every sinner to see. For Vox to see. Run!

The pull to obey was so strong. Almost a year of this has fucked him up well and good.

“I… I don’t want public sex.” He murmured.

Lucifer raised a brow. “Who said anything about public sex, I just offered lunch.” He teased.

Alastor swallowed and nodded. “Alright, lunch after you fix this rag.”

Lucifer grinned and Alastor’s heartbeat faster. “Sounds like a plan!”

Alastor was grateful they came back to the hotel without a public incident, but he wasn’t permitted any time to be alone. Lucifer pulled him into a portal, and they didn’t come down for dinner that night.

He laid in Lucifer’s—their— bed in their room on his stomach, his nethers sore. Head pillowed against his arms as he stared at nothing. Lucifer went to shower, an offer he refused, and devised a plan on how to teach Lucifer a lesson. He wouldn’t be prey to this creature. He could outmatch Lucifer in wits alone if he desired. If he showed Lucifer just what he was messing with, he could get him to back off and get them both on equal footing.

Lucifer the Goetia parties. He’d do it there, where image mattered and Lucifer couldn’t cause a scene. Lucifer mentioned these before, and they’ve gone to Ozzie’s parties. They liked to dance, drink and make fun of the idiots there. Alastor would put on one Lucifer’s favorite dresses, do up his hair and look perfect.

And then he’d leave him alone and mingle, flirt, keep out of reach. Make the King desperate for attention, make Lucifer uncomfortable. He’d only come when he heard a please and a need to be seen. He’d deny him and leave Lucifer untouched for days, until he knew Alastor wasn’t to be played with.

“You look so serious,” Lucifer purred in his ear suddenly, catching Alastor off guard and curled up against his back. “Don’t you want to take a shower? Or do you want a bath and I’ll wash your hair for you?” He asked and moved his hair from his shoulder and neck to leave warm kisses.

Alastor melted into the kisses and sighed. “Why bother,” he murmured. “You want to fuck me again. I’d rather you get it all out of your system now so I can have an entire day not stuck in bed.”

Lucifer snorted against is neck. “I can give a day without leaving you with a limp.” He argued.

“In the almost year we’ve been together, you can’t go a day without being a nuance to me.” Was Alastor’s rebuttal.

Lucifer laughed and moved off of him. “C’mon then, let’s get you a nice hot bath and I’ll brush your hair and put it up for you.”

The bath was lovely. Lucifer’s claws felt amazing running through his hair, it was down passed his shoulders now. While he relaxed in the bath, Lucifer took care to put products in his hair and thoroughly wash and rinse every follicle. After he washed his hair, Lucifer made sure to put it up in a twist and wrap it all up in a towel.

“Do you want me to wash the rest of you?” Lucifer offered. “I promise to only grope.” He teased with filthy grin.

Alastor rolled his eyes and grabbed his loofah and soap. “I thought we might talk about something instead of ruining my relaxation time.”

Lucifer blinked and folded his arms against the tub to lay his head against. “Oh yeah?”

Alastor side eyed him and lathered his loofah and began to scrub at his furred chest. “I think we should attend that Goetia party in a few days time.”

“Which one, there’s five going on in three days?” Lucifer asked and lifted a finger to pull the invites to them with his magic.

Alastor pulled up a leg to keep washing. “I believe it was one of the ladies’ invites, they asked for formalwear, the others look like costume parties.”

Lucifer’s eyes wandered from the invites to Alastor’s movements against his leg and down his thigh. “Uh huh, sure whichever you want.” He readily agreed.

“I want a red dress, that matches your magic, strapless, with black heels. I’d have one made but its too soon.” Alastor added and stood to wash his other parts and tail.

Lucifer nodded along easily his eyes following his every movement. He snapped his fingers and a dress appeared in the bathroom on a mannequin. It sparkled in a deep red, touch of magic made it sparkle no matter the lighting, there were slits up each side up to the hip of the dress, the front in a half heart shape to accentuate his breasts, red gloves as well and the black high heels at the base below.

“Can you wear the apple pin I created for your hair?” Lucifer asked with excitement.

Alastor chuckled and sat back in the water to rinse off. “I don’t see why not.”

Lucifer grinned and a metal file appeared in his hand. “Here, turn and I’ll clean up your hooves for you.”

Alastor’s smile was genuine as he turned sideways in the tub and let his legs hang out of the lip of the tub, he sighed in contentment as Lucifer went to work on something Alastor found tedious.

We shouldn’t upset him, he loves us. He takes care of us, what if he decides we’re not worth the trouble?

Alastor’s ears went back at the thought. So, he had to ask.

“You said for all eternity, right?” Alastor questioned.

Lucifer blinked up from his task. “Us? Yes, it’s you and me forever.” He answered.

“Even if I upset you, even if I anger you?”

Now Lucifer paused and looked up. There was a glint in his eyes, but his demeanor of loving partner never changed. “You can piss me off as much as you want, you’ll stay mine. You can incur consequences for things, and you’ll be punished for those, but you’ll stay mine and as long as you yield, we’ll always have this.” He replied and gestured to their domestic moment. “Are you thinking of testing that?”

Alastor’s eyes widened and he looked away, guilty.

“You can,” Lucifer told him. “Just know, you will not like your punishments. And you’ll be desperate for these moments you’ll believe you lost until you submit to me again. But we have eternity, you’ll always have these moments. You’ll just have to do as your told and learn your lesson.”

Alastor’s brows dipped. “You treat me like a child.”

“I don’t and haven’t once.” Lucifer argued as he meticulously took care of each hoof. “But my first wife thought she could do what she wanted and then got upset the moment I said no. I’ll not be losing my second wife to ideas of unlimited power with no give and take. We have each other, and you can have whatever you want if you ask, but you will never leave me, and you’ll give yourself entirely to me.”

Alastor’s ears drooped and his eyes widened—new wife?

 “I don’t like being controlled.”

Lucifer shrugged. “The harder you pull, the tighter the leash, you know that I broke your first one.” He mused and looked up with a dark gaze that made Alastor’s own narrow. “I could have made that an exchange, one owner for another, but I wanted you to freely submit, you’ve done so good buck, don’t rock the boat.”

Alastor shivered at the nickname. He looked away again and fought within himself. “I understand.”

Lucifer clicked his tongue. “I really don’t think you do, but I figured you’d fight when you caught on to what you’ve signed on for.”

Alastor said nothing in return and waited for Lucifer to finish with his hooves before he drained the water to get out. Lucifer came up with a towel and dried him off, he groped his tail and made Alastor yelp and glare which made him laugh. The King of Hell offered him a red fluffy bathrobe and walked out with him.

“No matter what,” Lucifer spoke up as they went to their respective closets. “I’ll love you, Alastor.”

Alastor flushed and cleared his throat. “I love you too.” He murmured and turned to his wardrobe.

Alastor concluded that he would still go through with his plan. He needed this. He needed to push Lucifer into a corner and see that he couldn’t own him. Alastor worked too hard to break his previous deal before Lucifer offered his help. He was too desperate then, he should have seen it for what it was. A bargaining chip to use against him. Lucifer helped him, so he should be grateful and give himself over without a leash to pull on.

Not my thing, dear.

Alastor slipped his hooves into the heels made especially for him. He was gifted with lingerie under the dress, for after the party. The sinner sat at his vanity and already had his hair curled and up with the hair pin, framing pieces around his face. He grew up raised by a woman and his friends were mostly women, he knew how to do his makeup. He dithered on the perfume, Apple blossom. He grabbed instead his cologne and rubbed the earthy scent into his pulse points.

Lucifer really did like to mark his territory.

He was pulling on the dress and fixing his chest fluff when Lucifer came in. He was matching, even his over-the-top hat was deep red with black. Alastor noticed a little pin on his lapel of a cathedral radio and almost went against his plan. But no, he would follow through, he wouldn’t be manipulated any longer.

“Ready Alastor?” Lucifer grinned and his eyes said he’d rather enjoy his deer than the party.

“Just pulling on the gloves.” Alastor intoned and hurried to do so.

“You look gorgeous sweetheart.” Lucifer praised and made Alastor squeak when he went around and licked the flesh of his tail poking out of the dress.

“You taste good too.” The King chuckled and had his claws through the slits on either side and his fingers under the lace of the panties, immediately playing with Alastor clit and lips.

“Lucifer, no!” Alastor gasped and staggered in place, instinctively spreading his legs for Lucifer and feeling stupid for doing so.

“Lucifer yes!” The King laughed. “C’mon, one for the road, you’re always so tense before we go to these.” He insisted. “Do you want my fingers or my tongue?”

Alastor bit his lip. “… Tongue.” He gave in.

Lucifer kissed his exposed hip before coming around and taking his hat off before slipping under the front of his dress. With the heels Alastor was taller and gave Lucifer a perfect advantage to stand and enjoy his buck.

That tongue wasted no time, and Lucifer backed him into the vanity, so Alastor had something to hold onto. The sinner’s head went back, and his mouth fell open, moaning and grinding down on Lucifer’s face. The sounds he made were filthy, mewls and moans as Lucifer slurped and sucked. His core tightened and he hooked a heel around Lucifer’s shoulders to steady himself.

“Fuck Lucifer!” He panted and groaned as he came.

Lucifer licked him clean before replacing his lace. “So good.” He moaned and swallowed as he looked up at Alastor.

“I don’t understand what you get out of it.” Alastor panted out.

Lucifer fixed his dress and helped him stand. “I love the way you taste, I like the way you feel when you clench down on my tongue,” he answered and licked his lips. “If I could be inside you all the time, I would be.”

Alastor wiped at the front of his dress. “Yes, yes. Shall we go now?” He sighed and rolled his shoulders.

Lucifer wasn’t wrong, he felt more relaxed. He took the claw held out to him and walked through the portal Lucifer opened.

The party was already in full swing. Alastor and Lucifer were immediately accosted by upstart Goetia. The younger birds always wanted to fawn over Lucifer. They always thought they could do better than Alastor and braver birds even said it.

They didn’t like the burn that got them.

Lucifer scowled at the lot of them. “Fuck off, now.”

The crowd dispersed quickly as always. And this is when Alastor pulled away and disappeared into the crowd.

He watched through his shadows as Lucifer blinked and looked around for him. The King of Hell turning to walk through the crowds and find him. Alastor waited until the right moment, slipping into conversations as slick as oil. He could put himself into any situation without a problem. He was already known by the upper class and could insinuate himself anywhere he pleased.

He laughed and talked with a baron, touching his arm and what-his-name perked up at the notion that he might get lucky. Alastor clocked Lucifer making a beeline for him and disappeared again.

This went well for a good portion of the night, playing keep away and smirking whenever Lucifer got closer.

Until someone got handsy.

A touch to his tail from someone that wasn’t his lover made his eyes turn to dials and his antlers extend. The Goetia looked like a mockingbird, he smirked and pushed into Alastor’s space.

“If you find the King lacking,” he purred. “I’d be happy to show you a better time.”

Alastor scoffed and slapped his hand away. “No one,” he intoned. “Is better than the King of Hell.”

The Goetia laughed. “You’ve been avoiding him all night!” He taunted and waved his hands around. “Is this a little game then for you two? Cat and mouse?” He asked and crowded closer again. “I’d love to give you a better playmate.”

Alastor rolled his eyes. “Oh, please.” He hissed and was tiring of this idiot.

The entire room was raddled. The lights flickered and Lucifer was just there.

“Don’t touch the buck.” Lucifer hissed in the Goetia’s face.

The King of Hell was in full form, his horns out, his wings unfurled and his snake crown out to show off. The tail wrapped around Alastor’s throat and held him in place before he could melt away into his shadows.

The Goetia swallowed his tongue and bowed low. “My apologize, your Highness, it won’t happen again.”

Lucifer growl shook the building. “See that it doesn’t.” He warned before he turned to Alastor and yanked him in with his tail.

“Come with me now.” He ordered and pulled them into a portal.

Alastor squeaked when he was thrown against a couch. He caught himself on his elbows and grabbed at the tail still wrapped around his throat.

“Lucifer stop— “he choked.

“You,” Lucifer hissed out with flames between his teeth and his eyes glowing. “You were flirting with someone else!”

Alastor winced at the heat from his lover. “I was taunting you, I wasn’t going to do anything, you have my word!”

Lucifer was on him, the heat of his flames licked at Alastor’s mouth as he devoured him. The flames didn’t hurt him though, but the heat was intense. The flames licked at his throat, and he swallowed them down, the heat engulfed his very soul, and he gasped against his mouth.

When they parted, Lucifer’s tail had his arms locked together at the wrists.

“Your punishment starts now.” Lucifer growled and forced Alastor on his front.

“What!?” Alastor exclaimed. “Here?!”

Lucifer didn’t argue with him, he was silent as he pushed him down and pulled him to the end of the couch, using the armrest to prop him up. Alastor turned his neck to see what he was doing. Lucifer’s cold expression never wavered. He summoned his cane and locked Alastor legs to each end at his knees, making him incapable of closing them or bending correctly.

“What are you doing?” Alastor trembled.

“You tried to fuck someone else,” Lucifer growled and pulled the dress out of the way, pulled the lace down to his cane trapped knees. “I told you there were consequences.”

Alastor’s ears went back. “A fuck on their couch really isn’t much of a punishment to me, love.” He reasoned.

Lucifer met his eyes, his mouth a thin line. “You will apologize for what you did, you will beg for my forgiveness, and you will submit to me.”

Alastor’s eyes widened with true fear now. “Lucifer, I just want my freedom.”

Lucifer snarled out. “You had freedom! I let you do as you pleased as long as you stayed by me!” He roared.

Alastor was shaking now, this wasn’t a normal fight. “I thought if I showed you that I’m not one to be tamed— “

“But you are, Alastor.” Lucifer leered “This entire year proves it, you are tamed. You just decided to have your rebellion. You won’t make that mistake again.”

Warm claws found his pussy and worked in and out, Alastor gasped, and his tail stood up for better access. His body submitted easily to his lover. There was no pleasure in this touch though, Lucifer pulled his slick out and smeared it against his folds until he was dripping wet in preparation for his lover’s cock.

“I don’t see your cock as punishment.” Alastor tried again. “I love you, I told you that. I just don’t want to be used. I don’t want to be your plaything in public.”

“And I listened Alastor.” Lucifer argued back. “When is the last time I did anything to you in public since you asked me not too?”

Alastor froze up and swallowed. “I… I thought— “

Lucifer hitched his hips higher and pulled him closer. “You let that ego of yours do the talking, even when I’ve taken care of you, listened to you, loved you.” He condemned.

Alastor’s ears drooped. “I… just… I don’t want to be owned Lucifer.”

“That’s not your concern anymore, you are mine.” Lucifer hissed. “And your leash will be shorter until you realize your place. You will always be mine and I will love you fiercely.” Was his dark promise.

“Now, take your punishment.”

The first slap to his lips was a surprise more then a sting. He blinked in realizing what Lucifer was going to do, and he tried to melt away into the shadows, but the didn’t answer.

“You drank my flames, buck.” Lucifer hissed out. “Your powers won’t answer you until I pull the flames back.”

Smack!

Alastor jolted and struggled in earnest. “Stop this!” He shrieked. “You don’t punish your partner! We talk this out!”

Slap!

“We’ve talked this out multiple times.” Lucifer shouted back. “You won’t listen. So, pain is your answer.”

Smack!

Slap!

Slap!

Lucifer’s hits weren’t quick. They had a rhythm, keeping Alastor keyed up and allowed blood to flow, flesh to throb and the sting to grow and linger. Alastor grits his teeth and struggled more but he couldn’t break free, he was trapped and at the mercy of the King of Hell and no one was coming to rescue him.

He held strong for a time, his pussy throbbed in a way it hadn’t ever. He found no pleasure in this pain. When his folds began to numb from the consistency. Lucifer’s magic healed him just enough to revive the nerves and bring about more pain.

Alastor stopped struggling after a while, his head bowed and his body trembling. He tried to zone out, endure it. But Lucifer didn’t allow that either. When he seems to drift, fingers grabbed his tail and yanked hard, making him cry out in agony. The spanking continued, the repeat of heal and pain was never ending.

Alastor didn’t know how long they were there for, how long he really endured this. But he felt when something inside him broke.

He was drenched in sweat. A sob broke from his lips and that was his final nail to his coffin. The dam broke and he wept openly, tears streamed down his face, and he started to blubber and beg.

“Lucifer please, no more,” he wept. “I’m so sorry, I won’t do this again,”

Slap

“Please,” he sobbed brokenly. “I’ll be good for you, I’ll obey you. I promise you, whatever you want you’ll have, please!”

He sobbed into the cushions and didn’t notice at first that the slaps had stopped. When he did, he peaked up and saw Lucifer standing over him. He saw his chance to plead and beg and kept going.

“My love, I’m sorry for leaving your side,” he whimpered. “I will never play with your emotions again. I will never leave you, I’ll never look at another.”

Lucifer bent down and met his wet gaze. “You will do exactly as your told, you will take your restrictions with grace and show your commitment.”

Alastor nodded. “Yes, you have my word, you can make it a deal.” He offered.

“No,” Lucifer refused. “I want your unwavering loyalty and willing submission to mean something. You’ll do it of your own free will.”

The sinner agreed. “Yes, I’ll be yours, in any way you want me. Please, just promise we can have what we did before.” He cried in fear.

Lucifer moved away, going back to Alastor’s trapped rear and the sinner tensed at the thought that he didn’t do good enough, that his punishment was to continue, that his love found fault in him. Instead, the cane was removed and his panties pulled back up and the dress back down. The tail trapping his wrists forced him to sit and fuck it hurt.

“Look at me Al,”

Alastor immediately opened teary eyes and looked at his King obediently.

Lucifer nodded. “I’m not going to heal you, you’ll carry the weight of your consequences with every step and movement until you’re healed. You won’t be expected to take my cock until your healed, I do love you and I don’t want our love making to be something you dread.” He explained and cupped his chin.

Alastor couldn’t stop crying. “So,” his voice was tight and small. “You don’t want to make love to me?”

Lucifer moved forward and kissed his cheek. “I’ll hold you every night, you’ll suck my dick and find pleasure in it. Once you’re healed, you’re going to go with me to the Vee’s territory and ride my cock at one of their café’s and make sure that cuck knows who you belong to. Everyone will see you, everyone will know. And you’ll be vocal, you won’t care where we are, because you missed us.”

Alastor nodded. “Yes, Lucifer.” He agreed.

“Good buck.” Lucifer praised and pulled him close to hug him.

Alastor broke down and cried into his shoulder. The little voice that demanded rebellion was gone. All that remained was the need to please, the need to be whatever Lucifer wanted him to be.

“That’s it, Alastor.” Lucifer soothed him. “That’s right, it’s better this way. We’ll have our fun, you can tease and taunt. But you’ll fall into line and look to me when you need to know what is expected of you.”

Alastor nodded. “Yes.” He sniffled. “I’m yours, always yours.”

When Lucifer pulled back and looked up into his eyes, Alastor didn’t know what to think. But the kiss was tender and sweet, encompassing the relationship they’ve built in their time together. There was no overwhelming heat or punishing press, just a slow warm caress of lips that made him cry in relief for once tonight. Knowing that Lucifer still felt the same and would still give him this love, even when he was angry.

“I love you, Alastor.” He whispered against quivering lips.

“I love you too, Lucifer.”