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Husk watches over the wobbly way Alastor sways in his bar stool, pointing at his empty glass with a slur of illegible words and a buzz of breaking static noises crackling all around his head.

The hour is late by now and most of the residents of the Hotel have already left for their rooms, after the movie night that Charlie has organized as another bonding activity. Alastor, never overly interested in anything that concerned watching something coming from the stupid picture box as he usually calls it ironically, has been present since the beginning only because he has been promised some company during the screening, a little bribe from Lucifer to keep him in the parlor for long enough and not make him overly bored to throw in his cutting, witty remarks about how television could never become the peak entertainment in his not so humble opinion.

The fact that Lucifer never really appeared on time, being stuck in the Wrath’s courtroom for much longer than expected, would normally only bring out Al’s astonishing amounts of pettiness but instead of turning particularly difficult, sharing loudly his personal, quite biased opinions, he opted for remaining by the bar and slowly emptying Husk’s whiskey stock by drinking a glass after glass which with him being a well-known by now lightweight, quickly led him to the state of not only insobriety but also complete intoxication. He’s barely sitting in his seat yet, swaying dangerously to the sides and grabbing desperately the edge of the counter all the while still demanding another glass, despite not being coherent anymore.

And whereas it’s true that Alastor turns surprisingly soft and docile after alcohol, Husk knows well what he is capable of in reality, not really keen on testing his aim even in the current circumstances.

He still makes a tiny effort to at least ask.

“Are you sure, boss…?” He arches a brow, polishing one of the cocktail glasses. “Seems to me you’ve had enough for one night—“

“Nonsense—“ Al hiccups drunkenly, struggling with raising his head from the counter. “This– hic… actually turnsss quite– hic – amusing, with the noises– hic – merging and fading,” he suddenly bursts into hysterical laughter, as if he’s just told the funniest joke in the whole universe, making Husk roll his eyes and sigh internally.

“The movie’s long over, Al,” he says when Alastor finally calms down a bit, watching the way the demon before him perks up, looking at him dumbly, before he makes a sweeping turn in the stool to look over they parlor as his ears twitch.

“Oh!” He gasps, blinking rapidly when his world spins around a little and the lights all around give him a dizzy feeling, flickering above his head. “In–hic–deed!” He cackles again, nearly falling off of the stool. “Ah, no matter… pour me another, Husky, you— hic — and this glass seem to be the only ones to keep me– hic– any company tonight…”

He lays his front over the counter, hiding his face from the view but something about his tone sounded suspiciously all too joyful, as if Alastor was forcing it. Al usually is a perfect actor, easily hiding any of his real emotions but once so spectacularly wasted, like now, the mask falls off a bit, showing what he really feels deep down. And that is, in Husk’s understanding, some great disappointment.

Drowning all the negative emotions in a bottle, or in Al’s case, a glass, is something he can understand all too well, this having been his coping mechanism for long enough to forget that there are any other options.

As it is nowadays, he doesn’t really need to feel down about anything to reach for his cheap booze but he likes to think that he knows Alastor quite well, all things considered, and being well aware of him not handling this much of alcohol is one of these little facts that he has learned fairly easily during the long years of their acquaintance.

Alastor might never admit to it but he clearly hoped for some more company than solely Husk’s and the rye's and Lucifer’s absence definitely served as a blow and loosened his inhibitions. He has been waiting for him for the whole duration of the movie despite despising this medium and having an entertaining radio broadcast to lead as an alternative. It has never been about watching any movie. Instead he’s had one glass too many and now he’s slurring something about how he’s going to make Husk regret it if he doesn’t refill it this instant. Some empty threats that he won’t even remember the next day.

“Yeah, that’s definitely enough for you,” he nods as if assuring himself that he’s making a right decision here. Alastor should thank him for that afterwards. He won’t, obviously but Husk is an experienced bartender enough to spot when someone is not about to handle anything more and he’s not keen on cleaning up anyone’s mess.

“How– hic– dare you…?” Alastor manages out, trying to calm down his breathing. “I demand a fucking drink… hic!”

“You will thank me later, Al,” Husk only shrugs, not really bothered by the clear annoyance in Alastor’s hazy gaze. All he wants is a fucking moment of peace already. With everyone in the parlor long gone or passed out on the couches, he has no business staying behind the counter anymore and he deserves his rest, especially after such a long and tedious evening of making dozens of colorful drinks for all the demons gathered in the commons space of the Hotel. He’s not a youngster to be pulling all-nighters so casually anymore.

He turns his back to the very annoyed and very drunk Radio Demon, not minding the loud screeches and a bunch of stuttering threats that he spills, barely keeping his balance on the bar stool.

Alastor nearly seethes at this point as one of his tendrils surges forward and tries to grab the half empty bottle of whiskey but the way his body sways dangerously to the side, he nearly falls off to the ground for real. A pair of strong arms wrapping around him catches him in the very last moment before he might end up on the floor.

Al’s world spins a little as he looks to the side, squinting his eyes a bit as his ears twitch when he fishes out the familiar hiss of a magical portal closing up. He may be seeing in double a little currently but he would recognize this stupid large hat and a tacky circus suit absolutely anywhere, even if he were partially blind.

“Careful there, Bambi,” Lucifer flashes him a large grin as he picks him up effortlessly in a princess-like fashion immediately.

“Good thing you’re back already, Your Majesty,” Husk joins in suddenly, polishing a cocktail glass with a soft cloth calmly. “Alastor definitely needs someone to walk him up to his bed and that ain’t gonna be me.”

“Oh, fuck you, Husk!” Al manages out in an illegible slur just before he hiccups again, blinking a few times in some hopeless attempts to focus his gaze better.

Lucifer only smirks as he spreads out his large wings to the sides. His feathers seem to reflect the dim lights of the parlor which gives them that soft glow, pulsating gently in the semidarkness and faintly focuses Al’s attention as he lets his head fall back a little.

“Yeah, figured,” the Devil laughs, knowing very well by now what exactly happens when Alastor allows himself one glass too many. Kittens are cute creatures but they are equally capricious and bratty when they want to. “How many glasses has it been for you now, Al…?” He asks, arching a teasing brow at him with a spark in his eyes when Al slowly turns his head to him and grimaces a bit.

Alastor tries to remember but his thought processes have slowed down so significantly that he can barely utter a coherent sentence. He certainly drank two glasses even before the cursed movie started, realizing that the alcohol might be the only thing to help him endure the following two hours. What happened afterwards already is a blur, especially when he tries to count all the glasses he drank next.

“Uuuh…,” he rubs his forehead and closes his eyes for a second, hiccuping again. “Three? Four…? Fuck if I know…,” he mutters under his breath.

“More like six,” Husk cuts in again, looking over the pitiful picture that Al currently makes, all flushed up from alcohol and barely able to put two and two together with how slow his mind seems to be. His monocle has long fallen down from below his eye and dangles over the front of his shirt. He lacks his jacket already, has his sleeves rolled up and two top buttons undone with his bow tie loosely hanging around his neck, a sight so rare that it looks unnatural. Alastor never looks this sloppy. He takes some great care of his everyday appearance. Seeing him this way, drunk as a skunk, no less makes Husk uncomfortable, especially that he knows that once in his right mind, Alastor will make sure that Husk will not tell a soul about this disgrace he has brought upon himself by his own hands.

Just like he knows the exact reason for it — being stood up by his date, something nearly unforgivable in Al’s dictionary, hurting his pride which is nearly as big as that of the prideful Deadly Sin with whom he happens to be in a relationship.

“Six…?” Lucifer’s brow arches even higher as he tries to hide his amusement, seeing Al’s pout. “That’s quite a number, baby.”

“Fuck off,” Al grumbles irritably in between the next hiccups. “It’sss your fault anyway…,” he adds so quietly that Lucifer barely hears him.

The Devil sighs deeply, full of remorse because he knows that Alastor’s accusations aren’t empty. “I know, Al. And I am so awfully sorry for being so late. It’s just that the court hearing today—“

“I don’t… hic… fucking care,” Al interrupts angrily, slowly opening his eyes and looking straight into Lucifer’s face through the alcoholic haze that lingers over his mind. “‘Tisss the lassst time,” he slurs, digging his index finger into Lucifer’s chest which makes him chuckle, despite an angry bleat he receives a second after.

“Yeah, sure, I would never willingly make you wait, Bambi, you know it—“ his voice gets stuck in his mouth when suddenly Al surges forward, reducing the distance between their faces rapidly in such an unexpected way.

Alastor squints his eyes, trying to see clearly as he scans Lucifer’s face from such a close proximity. His tail wags strongly enough for Lucifer to feel the small rush of air over the hand which keeps Al beneath his knees. He opens his mouth but before he manages to say something, he hiccups drunkenly again which makes him let out an exasperated sound because his diaphragm already hurts after long minutes of hiccuping every few seconds.

“I…,” he says carefully, swallowing hard, “don’t like that ssstupid hat,” he manages out at last as he raises his hand up and pokes it strongly enough to make it fall off of Lucifer’s head. However, before Lucifer manages to react, his hand travels to his cheek and feels the smooth, porcelain-like skin in some clear content. “Thisss better,” he adds, bumping his pointy nose against Lucifer’s temple when his world swirls a little again.

Lucifer’s eyes soften as he crooks one corner of his lips higher, trying to keep himself in check but Alastor really turns into a cute kitten once he drinks a bit too much.

“Yeah…?” He breathes quietly into a tight space between them. “You think…?”

“Uh-huh,” Al nods slowly, playing with the blond wisps of Lucifer’s soft hair in his fingers, leaning so close that they are in a kissing range already. “You’re kinda cute… A cute little Devil… hic!” He hiccups right into Lucifer’s lips, making him chuckle again.

“Let’s take you to bed now, Al,” he says with the sparks of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Seems you really had enough—“

“Mhmm, perhaps you’ll make it up to me there…,” Al’s eyelids drop a little as his gaze darkens in a way that suggests clearly that his intentions are far from even remotely innocent.

Lucifer’s own eyes flash in red in response immediately as a hint of his horns appears on his forehead, ready to tear the skin at any moment. “Hmm, perhaps I will—“

“Perhaps go to your fucking room then at last,” Husk cuts in, in an irritated manner. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, but one minute longer and I’ll have to gauge my fucking eyes out and puncture my eardrums.”

Lucifer only chuckles awkwardly again, feeling how his cheeks color in golden as he turns to the grumpy demon. “Sorry there, Hank, we’ll be gone in a second.”

Husk only rolls his eyes, well used to Lucifer never getting his name right and quickly turning his back to them when he sees how Alastor huffs and grabs Lucifer’s chin to turn his face to him once more, definitely not happy about anyone distracting him.

“Eyes on me,” Al mumbles, trying to be flirty, no doubt, trailing his index finger up Lucifer’s throat but his very poor imitation of Angel Dust makes Husk nauseous as he turns his eyes away, not really keen on observing his fucking boss trying to clumsily seduce his lover.

Lucifer seems to be of an entirely different opinion, though as his grin softens and his tone drops a whole octave, making his voice vibrate in the air around and Husk’s hair stand up.

“My eyes are always solely on you, Bambi…,” he whispers, looking over Al’s flushed cheeks and hazy gaze with an equal amount of amusement and clear interest. Seeing Al act after alcohol is like meeting an entirely different person but he cannot say that he doesn’t like it, especially that he seems so clingy and eager for affection that isn’t an often thing at all and especially not in public.

“Good…,” Al hiccups softly again and digs his claws into his back. “‘Cause you’re mine,” he adds sleepily, laying his head against Lucifer’s shoulder and closing his eyes again when his world spins around once more.

Husk doesn’t hear what exactly Lucifer whispers in Al’s ear after that but perhaps it’s for the best, considering how much redder Al’s face becomes in a clear reaction. The whole experience is uncomfortable enough for him, even if he is secretly quite happy that Alastor has found someone around whom he isn’t afraid to become vulnerable anymore. The fact that it’s the literal King of Hell doesn’t surprise him in the slightest. Al’s ambition has always been his main source of motivation, along with his pride.

He peeks stealthily at the couple as they finally disappear, consumed by Lucifer’s magic which teleports them far enough for Husk to finally let out a sigh of relief. Out of the corner of his eye he notices that Al’s microphone staff remained leaned against the counter just like Lucifer’s top hat laying somewhere on the floor, so easily forgotten in the face of some much more engaging activities on their minds. Husk is quite certain, though, that neither of them will need their possessions with their plans for the night so obvious to anyone as much as seeing them from the distance.

He will just leave the staff and the hat right where they discarded them, knowing well that this is something he doesn’t wish to interfere with.

At least now he has the rest of the evening to himself and the remaining half of his bottle and that’s the kind of peace that he has long learned how to appreciate.

***

Lucifer’s magic trick takes them both straight to the large suite at the top floor which both of them have been sharing for nearly as long as they are together. Alastor has decisively protested against living in the stupid apple tower and its even stupider decor and Lucifer didn’t really oppose, not even minding all the colorful epithets that Al used to describe his taste or, more like the lack of it in his view. He still managed to sneak a few tiny accents that indicate that he too is the occupant of that room, despite leaving Alastor a lot of freedom in furnishing it which meant as much as that he basically copied the look of his previous room in nearly every aspect and detail, along with the obligatory bayou part that forever remains his comfort place.

The gentle, faint light that comes from it, along with the quiet noises of nature provide a calming and peaceful atmosphere, building up the ambience that allows them both to relax and simply enjoy each other’s company. Lucifer’s eyes follow a few estranged fireflies that soar above their heads, quickly flying away back to the ethereal glade illuminated by the gleam of the artificial moon that constantly hangs over that part of their bedroom.

His attention quickly shifts back to the  demon in his arms who stirs lightly and lets out a small hum.

“So… about that making up…,” he looks over Al, seeing his dreamy smile and hearing the quiet buzz of the radio statics around him. His head lols back limply, pressing against Lucifer’s shoulder as his ears twitch slightly. “Alastor…?” He asks unsurely, slowly walking towards their bed. The only reaction he gets is a long sigh when Al relaxes into his embrace and his breath deepens, giving easily away that he is no longer conscious and has already fallen asleep.

That’s a shame, honestly. With how much Al was clinging to him, there was no way he could remain unaffected, especially when he was being so eager for touch and attention too. Six glasses of pure, fine rye did their job, though, turning him into a cute drunk instead, just like every other time Alastor let himself drink a tad too much. Lucifer really shouldn’t be surprised much here.

“Perhaps it’s for the best,” he whispers, smiling gently when Al pressed his forehead against his cheek and hiccups softly in his sleep. “You truly went all in, didn’t you, Bambi…?” He rubs his cheek against Al’s head with a hum as he stands over the large bed, looking over it thoughtfully. “I’m sorry, love,” he sighs heavily, pressing his lips to Al’s temple as he lays him down on the mattress. “It is partially my fault. I left you waiting… and despite my promise, I didn’t manage to come back on time, leaving you to find your entertainment alone… how terrible of me, isn’t it…?” He hums, stroking Al’s rosy cheek as he proceeds then to take off some of his clothes, taking off his bow tie and popping open the rest of the buttons of his shirt. Alastor doesn’t even stir, only hiccups quietly as the back of his head buries into the pillows around him.

Lucifer sighs again as he proceeds to take off his shoes and pants. He unbuckles them and pulls them down Al’s long legs, uncovering the soft skin of his thighs that he so loves to kiss and bite into, especially when they encircle his head.

He tries to shake off these thoughts but suddenly his eyes lay on something which nearly turns off his rational thinking.

Lucifer gulps as he slowly touches the hem of Al’s shirt and pulls it up a bit, exposing his hips and the thin, pink material of the delicate, lacy panties that he’s wearing, definitely not a kind of underwear that Al usually wears. With how much he always complained about this particular fabric whenever Lucifer tried to convince him to wear something decidedly sexier for him, this is actually so hard to believe and if he wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t believe it real.

“Fuck…,” he curses under his breath, biting into the inner side of his cheek as he tries desperately to keep himself in check but his body is already reacting on its own as his arousal grows rapidly now. Al wearing this little piece means that he has planned to engage in this sort of activity after the movie night. Lucifer coming late strongly reevaluated these plans, though and now he feels even more miserable about it, with a hard on already growing in his pants.

His eyes slide over the soft, satin elastic band, keeping the panties in place around the subtle curve of Al’s hips and he nearly moans, noticing the cute little ribbon on their front, just below Al’s navel. They cling so tightly to his body that not much is left to imagine, making Lucifer’s face glow in intense golden as he tries to collect himself.

Fuck, that thigh gap, that plump skin of his inner thighs, these endless legs that always feel so good when they are wrapped tightly around his hips, only pulling him closer...

Lucifer grunts and turns his head forcefully away, shutting his rapidly reddening eyes for a moment. This is a bad idea from the beginning to the end. He will not jump him while he’s sleeping and it doesn’t matter that Al once said that he wouldn’t exactly mind if—

“Fuck,” Lucifer curses again, shutting his mouth with his hand as his horns rapidly tear the skin on his forehead and grow out sharp and long. His pants now have a very clear tent at their front, restraining him uncomfortably beneath the clothes. A dangerous situation. Especially with Alastor sleeping soundly and completely unaware of the threat currently looming over him.

Lucifer grits his teeth, shaking his head and turning his eyes away from the tempting view as he slips Al’s pants completely off and quickly conjures up a soft blanket over him, cocooning him up and covering his bare skin before he might lose his fucking mind.

Not looking over him anymore, he turns around on his heel and tries to think of anything but the cute pink color of Al’s underwear and the way it hugs his hips in that impossibly flattering way. The way Al sighs deeply in his sleep is fucking indecent and Lucifer just wants to scream in frustration at how immorally turned on he is right now, wanting nothing more than to come right back and lay in between Al’s long legs to see him better and get a taste of what he desires so much.

He does no such thing, though, quickly walking away, straight to the bathroom where he locks himself in, in hopes that he will manage to cool down somehow. He’s feeling hot in his clothes, nearly burning up from within which makes it uncomfortable to wear even his loose pants, now not-so-loose anymore with how nearly all of his blood flew south, making his head empty and his cock so full.

He tears his vest and shirt off of his shoulders and pulls down the fly of his pants, kicking off his boots as he walks towards the shower cabin, hoping to kill all of the dirty thoughts that have dominated his mind with a splash of cold water. Before he manages to get in, though, his eyes catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, turning his attention to it immediately.

He looks over his silhouette, the white, porcelain skin of his torso and the blackness of his arms. His demonic features are still present, his eyes red, matching in color his horns that curl towards the ceiling. His long tail swishes in the air behind his back nervously from side to side, easily giving away his unsettled state of mind, even if his flushed in golden cheeks weren’t telling enough. The obvious boner in his pants makes him miserable because he knows well that no matter what he did, doing it alone would not satisfy him. The sole thought of the pink, lacy panties and what’s underneath makes his longing nearly unbearable, making him realize how much addicted he has grown to that one demon who made him see colors again.

It doesn’t mean he cannot try, though and with how painfully hard he is by now, jerking off in the shower seems to be the only way to bring some kind of relief.

Lucifer clenches his lips in a thin line as he shakes off the rest of his clothes and gets inside the cabin, turning on the water. He leans his hand against the tiles on the wall and looks down over his front, staring accusingly as his own cock, now filled to the brim with golden blood and already leaking with how massively turned on he is. This seems pathetic and he is sure that Alastor would laugh at him if he knew what he is going to do but ignoring it is a pain and he is way too weak for all the indecent thoughts he has about his impossibly alluring lover, currently sleeping soundly in their bed, completely unaware what he has caused.

He grunts, taking himself into his hand and squeezing the dick at its base with a soft sound. His brows furrow as he makes a first slow movement of his palm, stroking lazily up his whole length and feeling himself dripping as his knees grow quickly weak. He bites into his bottom lip and huffs, brushing the tip of his thumb against his slit and adding some pressure as his mind imagines some very different hand doing it for him instead.

After all the years together, Alastor has grown confident and quite skillful in giving Lucifer exactly what he needs to reach his peak embarrassingly fast when he only puts his mind to it. Lucifer can clearly see in his head how he would look at him up and down with that wide grin all over his face before swiftly falling down to his knees in front of him and unbuckling the front of his pants all too easily, making Lucifer’s hard cock nearly fall out and smack him in his face with how awfully hard he would be by then.

Al would hum, admiring him in all of his glory for a second or two before looking up at him with a teasing spark in his eyes as his hand would enclose around the base of his cock to give a first slow stroke, adding just the right amount of pressure to make it feel good but not keeping him tightly enough just yet.

“Look at this big boy right here…,” he would purr teasingly, taking his sweet time and obviously enjoying having that little moment of total control over Lucifer, knowing that he has the power to make him squirm right in the grasp of his palm. “Leaking already too, aren’t we…?”

Lucifer can nearly hear his smooth voice in his ears, getting lost in his fantasy as his hand picks up the pace.

“Seems like I might want to get a taste myself…,” Al would whisper, looking straight into his eyes as he would open his pretty lips wide enough to guide him deeply inside with ease, him being adept at this kind of thing enough not to have any problems with swallowing up around him. “Mhmm…,” he would hum, lidding his eyes and making a slow, teasing bob of his head, trying to keep the eye contact still and making Lucifer’s face burn in golden blush and his eyes ignite in the Hellfire fueled by his lust.

Al might never say it aloud but he does enjoy giving him head a lot, being good at it too and always making it seem all so easy to make Lucifer come very quickly and in some generous amounts too. Lucifer cannot resist that totally unforced appeal of his, though, being so impossibly sexy even if he doesn’t really try, simply taunts him, knowing well where to touch and what to do to make him go truly feral.

He would swallow around him, soon moving faster and trying to take even more of him down his throat, his lack of any gag reflex coming in very handy, especially with Lucifer’s full size. His eyes would tear up a bit along with his cheeks coloring in pretty red too as he would grab the base of Lucifer’s cock again and stroke him to the rhythm, touching where his mouth wouldn’t reach.

Lucifer would be nearly at his limit by then, letting out quiet curses and weaving his hand into Al’s soft hair, anchoring his fingers in between the red curls as his hips would make a small thrust, gaining a sharp grunt from Al when he would hit the back of his throat.

Alastor would gulp and pull away slightly, looking up again with a thick string of drool still connecting his lips with the tip of Lucifer’s dick.

“Getting greedy, aren’t we, dearest…?” He would choke out in a weak voice, betraying that he’s affected equally, even if would never admit to it. His hazy eyes would tell all the truth about it, though. He would stick out his long tongue and lick up the underside of his cock in an obscene manner, making a little squeeze around its base again with a teasing smirk at the gasp Lucifer would let out. “Well, I might be too, after all…,” he would add quietly, kissing down the side of his dick and before taking him back into his mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a stifled moan in between the filthy slurps and swallowing sounds, being already on the straight path to making Lucifer come deeply down his throat, drinking up dutifully every single drop he would offer.

“Fuck…,” Lucifer swears, yanking at his dick harshly and grazing his claws along the bathroom tiles. His hips jerk as he lives out the scene in his mind, painting the wall with his seed as he rides out his orgasm with his head full of Alastor who would look up at him again, letting him out of his lips with a very self-satisfied smirks, kissing the tip of his cock as he did so, having enjoyed himself as well. “Fuck, I want him…,” he whines, letting himself out of his grasp and looking over his stained hand, the white of his seed standing out against the blackness of his skin.

He sighs deeply, calming down his breath as he steps into the stream of water, letting it wash away the rest of his pent up emotions. The fantasy was good, he can’t deny it, especially that he has lived through enough encounters like this one to know that Alastor does enjoy blowing him. It’s still nowhere near the real thing but at least it settles down his libido for a while, now even more so as he stands under the shower of cold water, trying to cool off his body and chase away any horny thoughts.

Since the moment Alastor let him touch him for the first time, his own hand has never been enough but now at least he can think somewhat clearer. He turns off the water and snaps his fingers, drying up his body and hair in a matter of seconds, using his powers rather than a towel as he steps out of the cabin, conjuring up a pair of silly pajama shorts in a duck print over his hips as he combs his hair back, trying to get a hold of the storm of his blond wisps.

It’s been quite some time since he entered the bathroom in the first place too, meaning that it’s probably late enough to lay down right by Al’s side and at least try to fall asleep, despite some obvious difficulties that Alastor’s current attire creates. However, as much as it pains Lucifer, he is definitely not changing him into anything else. Al chose to dress up like this for him (or at least this is what Lucifer chooses to believe here since his usual underwear is distinctly different) and as such he will enjoy it, even if all it remains this time will be the view.

He opens the door and steps out to the dimly lit room with a smile on his face which stills as soon as his eyes fall upon their bed again, thinking that this is what will finally appear to be the end of him. Yes, after ten thousand years of existence, this is how he meets his demise, by facing this picture. The one which will burn out in his memory forever.

He watches in full focus the way Alastor stretches his arms over his head with a sleepy hum and kicks off the blanket of his long legs as he makes a deep sigh and turns onto his side, burying his face into Lucifer’s pillow and hooking his left leg over the covers, a movement which exposes not only his sweet, fluffy tail but also the pink panties again, clinging to his behind tightly and pinning into his hips in the infuriatingly tempting manner.

And curse Lucifer and every other being down in Hell but this is the sight which instantly sets his senses on fire, despite having just jacked off minutes before, now ready to go again at any given moment.

Alastor only grabs the pillow tighter, deeply asleep and unaware of the internal battle Lucifer is currently having with himself, presented with this view. His deer tail gives a small wag as he sighs again, clearly dreaming about something engaging and giving Lucifer the hardest time he’s ever had. He’s unconscious and still he manages to remain the biggest tease Lucifer has ever known.

The Devil hides his face in the palm of his hand for a moment with a silent groan, feeling how his shorts fill up again, no matter his little solo play before. His libido and stamina are rather unmatched and it’s quite difficult to tire him out, even in the long run. Seeing Alastor like this, so defenseless and so inviting, lying on their bed so exposed just for his eyes, puts him in a difficult position, especially that he is forever under his spell, wanting and desiring him like nothing and no one else in his entire life.

The sudden quiet hum coming out of him sounds a bit different than before, though and immediately turns Lucifer’s attention as he snaps his head up again and stares at Al in disbelief and silent, arising want that slowly makes it hard to concentrate at all.

Alastor’s hand clenches on the pillow as he presses his cheek harder against it and his tail wags behind his back again, only to rise up and expose the perfectly white fur of its underside when his hips sway a bit when he raises his left leg higher over the sheets. The sound he lets out next slowly makes Lucifer realize what kind of dream he might be having and it makes him gulp as his heart pounds against his ribcage.

His head fills up with a litany of curses as he makes a few stiff steps towards the bed, hardly ever able to turn his eyes away from his tail and the nice curve of his ass, now stuck out on display for him which drives him literally crazy.

“Fuck…,” he repeats a curse like a mantra, breathing out the puff of smoke as he observes the way Al’s hooves dig into the mattress when he moans next, pressing his thighs together and rubbing them against each other. He can clearly see the blush slowly creeping up Al’s face, coloring it in lovely red, the color which has always looked best on him, undeniably. His half-unbuttoned shirt raises even higher, exposing his loins and lean back along with its clear arch and this immorally tiny waist that Lucifer loves to grab with his hands so much.

Alastor poses to him the ultimate temptation right now, being everything he desires and more, especially when he mumbles out his name into the pillow rather clearly, a few seconds later, sending Lucifer nearly out of his orbit.

Lucifer’s hands shake lightly as he presses his knees against the side of the bed, trying to find a good solution to this situation. None seems good enough, though, with how his fingers tingle and the blood in his ears rushes, making him acutely aware that most of it has already accumulated down around his groin again, making him hard and miserable because wanting this in such circumstances seems wrong on so many levels.

He rolls out his tongue and tastes the air around, nearly moaning himself when all he feels is arousal and need, only cementing his belief that Alastor’s dream is far from innocent and that he is right with him in it. His eyes slide over Al’s back and settle on the pink, lacy underwear again, so very different to what he wears on regular basis.

Its material is thin, almost transparent, letting him see the few sweet fawn spots over his hips that have always been his enormous weakness. The panties clung to his skin so much that the shape of his bum leaves literally nothing else to imagine, especially with how his back arches. His sight slowly slides lower yet, looking over his most private parts and his knees nearly buckle when he notices clearly a small stain over his core, painting the delicate material in a darker shade and leaving absolutely no doubt about how the dream affects his body all the same. He’s already so—

“You’re so wet,” he whispers in a strained voice, biting into his inner cheek before breaking into small, hopeless laughter. “Fuck, Al…,” he chokes out. “The things you do to me… I’m gonna lose my mind…,” he whines, slowly sitting on the edge of the mattress with his legs spread out indecently but given how hard he is, any other position is largely uncomfortable.

His hand reaches out to Al’s side but hesitates just before touching, knowing that once the tips of his fingers as much as brush against his smooth skin, this will be well over for him.

He said it was okay…, the small voice in his head whispers as his own, long tail makes a sharp swing in the air behind him in clear agitation. That he wouldn’t exactly mind every once in a while…

They have talked about this particular thing a few times in the past. With how Alastor doesn’t always seem to be in the right mood all the while Lucifer well on the contrary, they have mutually agreed to this and Al did give his permission to use his body like this while unconscious if only it could settle Lucifer’s desire. They have never engaged in this particular play so far, though and the sole idea that they might now, makes Lucifer equally excited and stressed out. Especially that Alastor seems very much into it, despite being deeply asleep still.

“Fucking Heavens, Al…,” he breathes out, feeling his resolve breaking when Alastor huffs in his sleep again and grinds his thighs together. “I hope you really meant what you said back then,” he adds, leaning closer and looking over Al’s figure with a dark spark in his reddened eyes. “Because when it comes to you, all I become is weak,” his voice turns into a low growl at the end as he finally touches around Al’s hip, feeling the warm skin and the soft material of the pink panties, the ones responsible for his current state and actions.

His hand strokes along Al’s side as his eyes stare at the way Al’s tail wags stronger, clearly reacting to his touch already which honestly only messes him up further. He slowly reaches higher and pushes the front of Al’s shirt further apart, uncovering his torso and abdomen and trailing delicately his fingers along the soft skin until it buries briefly into his chest fluff, the part of him that he loves particularly.

His fingers quickly find a small nipple and tweak it lightly, getting a small sound in return when Al lets out a heavier breath into the pillow. He continues his caress over his front, feeling the shape of the sickle shaped scar over his chest lovingly, touching the tender flesh there in silent worship, knowing how special it is that Alastor has shared this tiny secret with him. The red shirt falls down his shoulder, exposing his arm and a few fawn spots there where he places his lips immediately, kissing it gently.

“I could just eat you up, Bambi,” he whispers into his skin, inching closer yet as his hand continues its exploration, touching the flat of his stomach and going lower still, feeling the shape of his hip and teasing the hem of his panties.

Al’s tail wags again, tickling lightly Lucifer’s front with how close they’re currently are. Lucifer bites into his bottom lip as his fingers touch over the pleasing curve of his bottom and slowly sneak in between his legs, brushing against the flesh of his inner thigh. He knows already that Al’s body is nicely aroused by now and relaxed but the moment he presses against the wet stain of his underwear makes him nearly lose it all without any point of return.

“…fuck…,” he repeats once again in a tiny whimper, rubbing a small circle into the plump flesh of Al’s pussy, still covered by this single layer of thin, lacy material that drives him out of his mind. The fabric is soaking, nearly making the tips of his fingers sticky and the way Al’s breath hitches only proves further how much affected he is by the simple touch.

He pushes gently up to the front, finding his clit easily and feeling the way Al’s thighs tremble when he puts more pressure against him.

“If you don’t wake up soon, Al, I can no longer vouch for myself…,” he drawls through set teeth, feeling the fire consuming his insides already, raging only stronger with every little sound Alastor makes now, while stimulated more directly and clearly enjoying it, still asleep after having drunk enough to knock him out completely. “I’ll devour you whole, little doe…,” he adds in a voice so low that it resonates between them, giving Al some visible goosebumps.

Lucifer suddenly presses against his clit much stronger than before, tearing an unconscious bleat out of him as he arches his back against him.

“…aaaah…,” he moans in a heavily distorted voice, visibly drooling over the pillow by now and only confirming Lucifer’s conviction that no matter what now, he will proceed with this, not able to hold back any longer.

He quickly pushes down his pajama shorts, setting his hard cock free at last and huffing out in relief. It bounces up at once with how turned on he is by now, totally mad with desire for his little sinner here, so shameless in showing off all of his best assets, even while deeply asleep. He grabs lightly under Al’s left knee and parts his legs just enough to slip in between his thighs, groaning softly when he feels the nice pressure against his aching cock, now pressed up Al’s cunt and trapped in between his legs. He grunts, grabbing Al’s plump asscheek and thrusting his hips against him slowly for now, savoring the sensation as he presses his forehead against Al’s back.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good already,” he huffs into Al’s shirt, picking up the pace and making sure that his whole length rubs pleasantly against Alastor’s clit, making him gasp as the static noises buzz around his head. He barely controls himself anymore, especially when Al pushes back, rutting against him just as desperately as the scent of his arousal only becomes more prominent in the air between them. “Damn you, Al…,” Lucifer growls as he suddenly reaches in between them again and pushes his fingers beneath the material of his underwear aside and touching him directly at last, feeling how he’s literally soaking, wet beyond any comprehension and so ready to accept him deeply inside.

He pushes his fingers inside easily, feeling the soft tissue and swearing in his mind without any stop as he moves them, longing so much already to simply dive in. When he presses against some particularly good spot, Al tenses around him with a heavily distorted cry of his name, which makes him stop altogether as he slips his fingers out and rolls Al onto his back, looking over him carefully.

“Al…?” He asks quietly, seeking any signs of discomfort but the demon remains asleep, as unbelievable as it seems, only panting lightly, with his face blossoming in lovely red and his orbs moving quickly beneath his closed eyelids, giving away how the reality impacts his dreams.

Lucifer’s eyes ignite in Hellfire as he slowly makes himself comfortable in between Al’s parted legs, pushing his thighs apart and bending closer, rolling out his tongue hungrily. He hums, pushing the lacy material out of the way and slowly licking up in between the swollen lips of Al’s pussy, enjoying the way he shivers beneath him. His thumb spreads him gently as he buries his face into him further, drinking all the wetness which gathered there with a deep noise of contentment. Alastor’s breath quickens again as the static distortions crackle around him and his hooves dig into the mattress on both sides of Lucifer’s head.

The Devil peppers a few open-mouthed kisses over him before pressing the flat of his tongue against the prominent clit, now swollen and so sensitive that Al momentarily jerks and lets out a long moan. Lucifer digs his fingers into the backs of his thighs, keeping his legs open as he continues eating him out and listening closely to all the precious sounds that Al gives out, still asleep but definitely enjoying himself in his dream. He’s soaking so much that in mere minutes Lucifer’s chin drips with fluids as he keeps the panties pushed to the side and touches lightly the soft skin around Al’s tiny opening. He can see clearly the way the hole clenches around nothing, as if calling out to him soundlessly, mesmerizing and tempting to fill it, so pretty and so wet, oozing the slick fluids in such generous amounts.

He hums again and encircles it with the tip of his long, forked tongue, tasting him before diving in and drinking all the wetness that flows down. Alastor reacts nicely to his actions, giving out some small, deer noises and moans as his hips try to rock a bit, clearly seeking contact and asking for more even in his sleep, the greedy demon he is. Lucifer is just about to give him more anyway, well seduced by his unforced appeal, lured by the very promise of reaching that desirable high together.

He retreats a bit, sitting up and licking his lips over as he quickly slips his fingers back inside, hooking them up skillfully and looking closely over the way Alastor’s face contorts in an expression of pleasure once he aims just right. Al’s head thrashes from side to side as his ears pin down to his scalp, his hips jerk and chest heaves in the rapid huffs of air he lets out.

It doesn’t take long now, not when Lucifer really puts his mind to it, jabbing mercilessly at that one spot which makes Al’s eyes water and his abdomen clench so hard that it makes it hard to breathe. He presses his thumb against his clit and rubs it to the rhythm, watching the way he grabs the sheets desperately and arches his back, letting out a sharp cry when soon he erupts with a gush of fluids, soaking the sheets around along with his panties and wetting Lucifer’s front accordingly in some astonishing amounts.

“Fuck… how can you be still asleep, Bambi…?” Lucifer grits his teeth, pressing against him for a few moments longer to make him ride it out nicely. “If you don’t stop me now, I’ll—“ he cuts off with a hiss, seeing how Al’s hips chase after his fingers when he retreats them, clearly still asking for more.

Fuck it, he’s not holding back anymore. All of his blood has already left his brain anyway.

He keeps the pink panties in place still, just pushes them to the side, them being solely to blame for how this situation turned out as he slips inside easily, groaning when the wet and hot embrace of Al’s walls encloses around him.

Alastor’s grin trembles at its corners as he lays beneath him, grabbing the pillow below his head and panting. He makes such a sinful picture too, with his hair in a total mess, cheeks as red as the shade of his curls, glistening with pleasure tears and lips slightly parted, letting out the rapid breaths.

“Holy fuck, Al, I can’t— this is all your fault,” Lucifer barks at him, pushing his legs down to the mattress as he makes a first thrust of his hips, quickly building up the pace, relishing in the feeling of his tight walls clumping down on him. “How can you be so impossibly sexy while you’re not even awake…?” He grunts, rolling his hips and aiming higher yet, knowing well where to strike to coax another wet orgasm out of him. “I have lost my head, I’m fucking doomed for you, this is insane…,” he sees it a few milliseconds before it happens in the way Al’s hips jerk and his thighs twitch under his touch. His back arches off of the bed so impossibly high right before he squirts again with a distorted scream, opening his eyes widely at last as they roll over and making the lights around them flicker out of any control along with the radio suddenly turning on and screeching, mirroring Al’s own voice before it quietens down again.

He’s a fountain by this point, making Lucifer pull out for a moment and watch in fascination the picture beneath him, illuminated by the flashing lights, before he grins widely, slapping his hard dick against Al’s oversensitive by now pussy a few times which gives a filthy wet sound between them.

“Look who’s finally awake now,” he teases and dives in again once their eyes briefly meet. “Must have been a damn good dream, huh, Bambi…?” He asks in a strained voice, keeping the pace slower now but diving deep enough to make Al’s eyes cross. “Is this what you meant by telling me to make it up to you, love…?” Lucifer asks without an ounce of mercy, pinning Al down and making him nearly fold in a half. Al tries to say something back but all that comes out is a static screech and a muffled cry, his mind certainly remaining incapable of formulating any coherent thought.

The noises between them are sinful, their skins slapping against one another with that wet plop every time Lucifer thrusts in with how soaked Alastor is, only leaking more the longer they’re at it. He squeaks at the particularly good thrust, ripping the pillows beneath his claws, feeling it building up in him again as his world spins, still not sober but not solely because of alcohol anymore.

Lucifer picks it up just as easily as well as he grins down at him, nearly breathing fire by now as he rolls his hips up, making Al tense around him as his hooves kick in the air helplessly.

“Will you give me one more, Bambi…?” Lucifer growls, knowing well the answer without Al ever giving it as he suddenly pulls out completely, ripping the pink panties in his claws and replaces his cock with his fingers, hooking them up and looking over him, watching as Al all but falls apart, without any strength left to protest, even if he wanted to. “Come on, Al, be good for me, will you…? My good boy…,” he praises, nearly exploding himself, seeing how Al’s eyes go distant and dazed and his hips jerk and he comes again, wetting everything around to the sloppy sounds and broken statics around his head.

Lucifer’s fingers slip out as he slaps them over Al’s clit rapidly, making him nearly crash out in absolute overstimulation as he bleats helplessly, writhing over the soaking sheets beneath him.

“There we go, love…,” the Devil purrs, pressing harsher against him and rubbing a few circles over the hard nub of his clit. “Let it all out—“

“Lu…,” Al manages out, grabbing desperately his arm and trying to see anything through the haze of tears of overstimulation. “Please…,” he begs in a voice so heavily distorted that barely understandable, nearly at his limit, as he trembles all over and his hips pull back and forth, as if undecided whether to run away from the touch or not because it’s quickly becoming overwhelming, bordering on painful with how sensitive he is.

And Lucifer is a weak man, just like he admitted before himself earlier, especially when it comes to his darling little deer pleading so sweetly for him, desperate and eager still, despite it all being quite plenty for him already.

“You sure, darling…?” He grins devilishly, spanking his palm against his wet cunt a few times more, making it even redder and wetter, much to his enormous delight.

“Luci…,” Al croaks, torn again between moving away and pressing against him, so on edge still, seeking the satisfying finish at last, instead of the endless teasing.

“I know you had this in mind,” Lucifer smirks even wider, seeing the way Al’s face burns under his gaze. “If you wanted to rile me up, Bambi then be sure that it fucking worked,” he purrs, rolling in between Al’s legs again and pushing his thighs apart widely, using his insane flexibility to his own advantage. “This little idea of yours has nearly driven me mad more than once tonight…,” he plays with the pink remains of the lace around Al’s hips as his cock bounces against him, making him twitch and whine quietly. He suddenly closes his legs around Lucifer’s hips and pulls him closer, making him grunt when their groins grind against each other.

“Lucifer…,” he whispers, leaning in so close that their noses touch. One of his hands travels in between them and touches over all the wetness gathered there, teasing lightly along Lucifer’s shaft, pressing his fingers against him as he thrusts his hips up impatiently, trying to guide him where he wants him currently the most. His other hand anchors in his blond hair and yanks his head closer as he pants heavily into his lips, locking his gaze as he looks up. “Get back in this instant,” he means to sound demanding but his breathless tone comes out more as pleading instead.

He sees the way Lucifer’s eyes first widen and then glint in clear amusement as he shifts a tiny bit above him, touching briefly around his tail and teasing its root.

“What’s the magic word, darling…?” He asks with a small laugh when Al bleats at him impatiently.

“You can shove your magic words up your arse— aaaah…,” he gasps, looking straight into Lucifer’s eyes when he enters again, slow and steady, savoring the way Al opens up for him once more. “…Lu…,” he whispers, falling back into the pillows below him, feeling how his body goes limp and relaxes, easily giving in and welcoming everything given to him.

“…smile for me, love…?” Lucifer whispers back, trailing his thumb along Al’s prominent cheekbone and crooking up the corners of his own lips as his hips start moving again, finding the rhythm just perfect for the both of them. “Yeah… like that…,” he breathes just before kissing him deeply and devouring his moan as he slowly guides Al right to the powerful completion that would be his final one today, considering how absolutely powerless he already is in his arms, barely keeping up with the kiss and moaning into it instead.

“I– I’m… mhmmm, Lu– I, nearly… ooooh…”

“I know,” Lucifer assures, aiming a tiny bit higher, just to hear that static buzz around Al’s head again. “Me too,” he adds through set teeth, feeling his own orgasm approaching now with the speed of light, especially with how Al clenches around him, nearly to the point of crushing him inside at the subtle change of angle. “Together,” he throws harshly, thrusting his hand in between them and pressing his thumb against his clit which seems to be the stimulation enough to send him right to his peak.

Alastor chokes out a curse as he tenses up only to relax a moment later, letting go as the wave of relief washes over him, making him numb to any other sensation. He doesn’t really notice that Lucifer finishes deeply inside him only a few seconds later, pumping him so full of his cum that he most certainly will leak. He doesn’t hear any of the ocean of praise that he floods him with, whispering sweet little nothings into his skin and peppering it with his gentle kisses. The rush of blood and broken static fade out any other sound, making him deaf to all the noises around.

The lights above their heads finally went black on their own now that Alastor’s uncontrollable burst of radio waves settled down. All that left in the background is some quiet buzz of his radio, playing softly some cheesy jazz songs from the twenties, the kind that Al would never admit to listening to, but knowing them all the same.

The demon lies limply, buried in the pillows, with his red shirt hanging loosely off of his shoulders and the lacy pink panties around his hips, now ruined beyond any repair by someone’s very impatient hand.

Lucifer still remains within him, hovering over him from between his legs and caressing lightly the skin of his smooth thighs and sides, waiting patiently for Al to come back from his high.

Alastor doesn’t seem to be in any hurry here, though, still living through some powerful aftershocks of his orgasm, clenching and unclenching in small intervals around Lucifer, not strongly enough to consider it teasing but definitely making Lucifer feel something, despite having had enough of the fun for one evening. He’s willing to give him all the time in the world, though, knowing that alcohol makes Al sluggish and even though he’s not that wasted anymore, he’s most likely not sober yet either. Besides, he makes such a pretty picture beneath him that all Lucifer can do is stare and store in his memory the way his hair curls lightly while sprawled all over the pillows, how his cheeks bloom in prominent red, how his lips part in quiet breaths he lets out and how his long lashes cast shadows over his face.

The fear of being vulnerable in his presence is well in the past now with how Alastor has learned how to trust him over all the years they’ve been together and vice versa, he too is no longer afraid to open up his heart and just feel, without restraints that once tied him down.

He leans in closer, brushing up Al’s sides and eventually cupping his cheeks into his hands before giving a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“I’m sorry, Al,” he whispers his apologies once more, knowing that his absence is what pushed him to drink way more than he should have.

Alastor’s nose wrinkles as he slowly opens his eyes to shoot him an accusing look. “You know how I despise picture boxes,” he mutters in a voice lightly distorted and quiet.

“I do—“

“And that I agreed to this only for Charlie’s sake because you specifically asked me to.”

“I know—“

“And yet you didn’t come back on time—“

“I know, I know!” Lucifer exclaims, feeling definitely sorry but this time it was not his forgetfulness that had held him back but the duties that he had as the ruler here, now present and active. It’s not an often thing but sometimes they thwart all of his intentions, despite Alastor having been the center of his world for long years now. All he does is for him and his daughter primarily, even if at times it means coming home so late. “I really am sorry, I know that I have promised—“

He cuts off when he finally notices the sparks of amusement dancing in the depths of Al’s pretty, red eyes, now staring right back at him from below those immorally long, doe eyelashes.

“I don’t like to be kept waiting…,” Al whispers into the tight space between them as his fingers caress over Lucifer’s shoulders and shoulder blades. “… but I suppose I could forgive you this time… I seem to be in a good mood today,” he smiles wider, seeing how Lucifer arches his brow at him.

“How gracious of you, Bambi,” he comments in a sarcastic tone, brushing off one unruly lock out of Al’s forehead and trailing his thumb along his brow.

“It is, isn’t it…?” Al grins, bumping his nose against Lucifer’s cheek. “Although perhaps I should get angry instead that you had so much fun at my expense—“ he lets out a tiny bleat, opening his eyes widely when Lucifer rapidly inches closer, shifting a little above him while still being inside.

“Something convinced me that you were quite willing tonight, though,” he murmurs in a low tone, brushing his fingers down Al’s body again and digging them into his hips, right above the sad remains of the ruined panties. “All things considered.”

Alastor bites into his bottom lip and tilts his head to the side with a playful spark in his gaze.

“Did you like my underwear that much, Lu…?” He asks a very rhetorical question when both of them know the answer all too well.

Lucifer’s pupils ignite faintly as his fingers tease the hem of the ripped panties, feeling the soft skin of Al’s abdomen and the clear bulge right there which satisfies him impossibly much.

“Do I really have to answer that…?” He asks in a darker tone, making Al’s heart flutter stronger in his chest.

“Makes you look like a giant pervert now,” he makes a biting remark, feeling how his face reddens all over.

Lucifer only laughs at that as his hand slips below Al’s waist, touching lightly around the root of his fluffy tail, now wagging and anxious.

“Perhaps you’re right,” he agrees easily, enjoying the feel of the tender flesh below his fingertips so immorally much. “It’s you who put it on in the first place, though, baby,” he snickers, knowing that Al won’t have anything to say back to this. “And you who then moaned out my name so filthily in it—“ he laughs louder when Al pushes a pillow into his face. “I’m only stating facts here—“

“No one asked,” Al hisses, falling back to the mattress and observing the way Lucifer puts the pillow aside, towering over him, with his hair sticking out in every direction and his pale skin glowing softly in the ethereal lights coming from the bayou corner and suddenly the next words that come out of his lips, fill the space between them without his mind having any control over it. “I missed you,” he whispers, quite mortified at his own honesty but not able to help himself.

Lucifer’s eyes soften as he leans in closer again, giving him a slow kiss that makes Al’s nerve endings tingle pleasantly.

“I missed you too, Bambi,” he whispers back, brushing his thumb lightly along Al’s cheekbone. “Have been every single minute of that boring court hearing,” he adds, placing a few little pecks along Al’s jawline and wherever else he’s able to reach, always enjoying leaving marks on his neck. “Think I can pull out now…?” He asks into his skin in between the kisses, feeling explicitly how tender Al still seems to be, so oversensitive and overstimulated that he’s still trembling lightly under his touch.

“…just… be slow,” Alastor’s muffled words reach his ears, despite how much it crackles with distortions. He doesn’t seem too keen on letting Lucifer move away much either, keeping his arms and legs around him even when Lucifer has already managed to leave his body entirely.

The silence between them is filled only with their calming breaths nearly mixing together now, with how close they are to one another, the quiet jazzy notes that Al is unconsciously playing through his radio and the faint buzz of the cicadas coming from the bayou corner of the room, somewhere in the background. Lucifer has long learned that this is a sign of Alastor being comfortable around him, for once letting his gestures and body show it instead of a river of words with which he usually fills the bothersome for him quietness. There is one thing, though, which doesn’t leave his mind, no matter how much he tries to discard it.

“Hey, Al…,” he says, raising his head a bit to look briefly over Alastor’s elegant profile as much as the current position allows it.

The demon only hums sleepily without any other sign that he has heard him and spared him a tiny bit of his attention.

“You aren’t mad, are you…?” Lucifer blurts out a question before he manages to stop himself.

Alastor definitely takes his time with his answer which only feeds his anxiety about it.

“…about what exactly…?” He finally mutters, thinking the question stupid, especially in the light of their previous activities and how they’re both clearly enjoyed indulging in them. “You being a few hours late to our date…? Perhaps I am because it forced me to suffer through that movie alone, with only my glass and Husk’s hand pouring one after another—“

“About me going down on you while you weren’t exactly able to express your consent,” Lucifer cuts in, feeling a bit ashamed of himself for not being able to control his urges and desires around him.

Alastor blinks a few times before the sense of his words gets through to him but all he does is giving a small, muffled chuckle.

“Are you feeling remorseful here…?” He asks, digging his claws into Lucifer’s back and purposely leaving deep scratches, knowing that they won’t remain but they will be there at least until tomorrow and that’s satisfying enough. “Finally regretting that impossible perversity and dirty mind of yours…?” He feels Lucifer’s cheek now pressed against his own rapidly heat up which adds up to his satisfaction. He’s too tired for much teasing now, though, to torture Lucifer for longer.

“Have I crossed the line this time…?” The Devil whispers, tightening his embrace around Al’s body. “I just thought… you once said… and fuck, those lacy panties destroyed all my reason—“

“As I had hoped they would,” Al interjects swiftly, letting his lips widen in a smirk as he hums in Lucifer’s ear, biting lightly on the lobe. “It’s rare of me to say it aloud so listen carefully now, dearest… apology accepted,” he says, laughing softly when Lucifer raises up immediately, looking down at him with a golden blush all over his face.

“…really…?”

“It’s a shame that you ruined my panties beyond any repair, though,” Al adds, feeling the remaining shreds of lace around his hips and ripping the rest of them off, throwing them somewhere to the side. “I liked that pair.”

Lucifer’s grin turns lopsided once he relaxes again, seeing that Al clearly isn’t angry at him for anything, just jokes around with that teasing note just underneath his words.

“I did too,” he says, looking over the mess they have made, the sheets all soaking wet all around them, giving away how much both of them enjoyed what happened between them.

Alastor slowly raises up on his elbows and looks down as well, momentarily stiffening when he realizes what Lucifer’s smug face means. His face heats up immediately as he quickly turns onto his side and curls up into a ball, embracing his front and pressing down his tail, having a very uncomfortable smile on his lips.

Lucifer arches a brow, seeing Al’s clear discomfort as he snaps his fingers and tidies up the mess, making the sheets as good as new.

“Hey, Bambi, don’t tell me now that you’re embarrassed—“

“Shut up!” Al hisses, huddling even further and hearing the crackle in his ears, nearly overshadowing any other noise.

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of—“

“That’s filthy,” Alastor snaps in a cutting tone. “So much of it too—“

“Only means that it felt good, though, no…?” Lucifer purrs, leaning closer and touching lightly Al’s bare arm, rubbing soothing circles into his skin.

Alastor’s silence is answer enough too, along with the static noises buzzing around him.

Lucifer places a few small kisses up Al’s shoulder only to bury his face into his neck, nuzzling him a bit.

“You were a fountain tonight, darling, I loved it—“

He laughs lightly when Alastor thrusts his elbow back, trying to push him away with an angry bleat.

“I love when you let go completely, Al,” he says suddenly, brushing his fingers against his arm calmingly. “It’s a clear indication that you feel safe with me…,” he murmurs, counting silently the small fawn spots around Al’s hip, now barely visible, bathed in the scarce light of the bayou only. He observes happily the way Al slowly relaxes again and his small tail makes a wag behind his back. He doesn’t say anything more but his body language lets Lucifer know enough so that he can continue being cheesy and touchy-feely a little bit longer because Al’s tolerance and patience seems unnaturally high tonight which only betrays how much he indeed had been craving their intimacy, a thing so rare, especially on this scale. Lucifer wouldn’t be himself if he didn’t use the occasion to the fullest too.

He smiles wider, hearing Al’s huff when he presses tightly against his back, spooning him from behind and holding him close as he covers them with clean blankets.

“You’re too close, I can hardly breathe—“

“You can breathe just fine, baby. Stop pretending you don’t like my cuddles—“

“Too clingy,” Alastor complains further but doesn’t do much to move away anyway.

“Humor me tonight, Al?” Lucifer murmurs into Al’s nape, not planning on letting go too easily.

The demon doesn’t say anything else but him pushing back right into the tight embrace tells how much he doesn’t mind this time and all of his nagging is simply for the show.

The dream comes quickly and easily again, especially when Alastor is filled with a feeling of everything being just in the right place at last. He’s nearly asleep again when suddenly he hears a quiet whisper near his ear as a hot breath caresses over his fur.

“I will never be late to our date ever again,” Lucifer murmurs softly as his long tail slowly wraps around Al’s leg, like during most of the nights.

Al only rolls his eyes, knowing all too well how empty his promise is.

“Famous last words,” he breathes into the pillow, in all honesty not even expecting Lucifer to keep the promise like this one. Especially considering who he is. “I won’t mind all that much, though, as long as you always apologize properly afterwards,” he adds with a sigh, done with pretending that he doesn’t enjoy Lucifer’s touches. “Now go to sleep already,” he adds quickly in a stern voice, foreseeing already that Lucifer is about to blurt out something stupid. “I need to get up early tomorrow—“

He gasps when suddenly the Devil rolls him onto his back and kisses him deeply and Alastor, against his better judgment, simply lets him do that, finding enjoyment in their mutual affection even though once such concept was a completely foreign idea.

“I love you, Al,” he whispers into his lips with a goofy smile all over his face, looking like a lovestruck idiot but deep down Alastor doesn’t mind, more so, the pleasurable tingling in his chest betrays just how much he enjoys these frequent confessions.

“I have told you already to go to sleep, I really have to wake up at dawn—“

He chuckles into another kiss he immediately gets, letting Lucifer pull him closer until they lay side by side, chest to chest in a tight embrace.

Lucifer’s fingers comb through Al’s soft locks as he places a few more kisses over Al’s forehead and cheeks. “We are—“

“Much too close,” Al cuts in with an ironic smile as he presses his nose into the crook of Lucifer’s neck. “But it’s fine. Just for tonight, though.”

Lucifer refrains from making any comments as he thinks about all the other times they tried to fall asleep with a decent space between them only to wake up tangled in one another again. Al may say what he wants but they both know the truth anyway.

This sole awareness is most certainly enough.

***

As expected, the following morning Alastor wakes up way too late to be on time with everything he has had in mind before.

After disentangling himself grumpily from Lucifer’s limbs and tail and a very quick visit to the bathroom, he hurries downstairs to the kitchen to at least make himself a coffee which might finally wake him up properly.

He already feels the upcoming headache brewing under his skull, the result of too much alcohol and too little sleep but he only sets his teeth, trying to ignore this fact.

He nearly trips over his own legs on the way there too, feeling them still quite weak in his knees after everything that the previous evening has served him.

The Hotel seems quiet and unnaturally dark, with all the lights off, something rather rare. Al narrows his eyes, adjusting his monocle as he flips the kitchen light switch but it brings no effect at all, as weird as it is. He frowns deeper, walking around the parlor and trying to switch on any other lamp but without any success.

“Don’t even bother,” he hears from behind and turns around abruptly, facing Angel Dust in a pink satin bathrobe, smoking a cigarette and Husk by his side, looking as if he had the worst hangover ever, definitely miserable that he had to get up from bed at such an ungodly hour. “The whole Hotel’s power is down. The electricity box is fuckin’ fried, Whiskers checked that. We don’t even have a fuckin’ WiFi now,” Angel puffs out a generous amount of smoke, clearly irritated.

“Could have something to do with that weird ass short circuit last night,” Husk says, scratching his head tiredly. “We already called for an electrician, but fuck if I know when they actually appear—“

“A short circuit?” Al asks, having a very bad feeling about it already but keeping his tone neutral.

“Yeah, nearly gave me a heart attack when the lights suddenly started to flash rapidly all around my room,” Angel shrugs, taking another puff of his cigarette. “Along with the screeches and buzzes when my TV suddenly switched on all on its own. Weird shit, I’m tellin’ ya.”

Alastor’s face slowly heats up as his mind starts connecting the dots. Angel has no way of knowing, Husk, on the other hand…

Their eyes meet briefly and Al suddenly realizes that perhaps he isn’t all that hangover because his gaze seems suspiciously sober and quite clear, out of the blue, already too close to figuring it out.

Al’s eyes turn into radio dials ominously as he silently dares him to as much as whisper a word about his suspicions and he will be as good as dead, this time for good as he disappears in the shadows, definitely not keen on staying even one minute longer in this company. This already bodes disaster as it is.

“What’s his deal?” Angel asks, arching a brow and staring into the place where just seconds ago Alastor was standing.

Husk only groans, thinking that he’s too old for such dramas as he lumbers towards the bar to at least have a drink or two. The mental image that his imagination is already providing is disturbing enough, though.

“Ya know somethin’, doncha…?” Angel hurries behind him, hopping onto a bar stool as he leans his elbows against the counter. “Tell me.”

“There ain’t nothing to tell,” Husk grunts, hating that he even is in this situation in the first place.

“Bullshit, c’mon, Husker,” Angel presses, fluttering his eyelids at him as he puts out the remains of his cigarette in the nearby ashtray.

And even though Husk is deep down still quite wary of Al, their deal still in place and his soul in Al’s hands, he is too weak for this impossible charm that Angel Dust has around himself. He breaks every single rule he, as a bartender has, but he just cannot resist those pretty eyes and smile.

“Lucifer was late yesterday,” he suddenly says, trying to keep disclosing the information to the bare minimum. Angel doesn’t seem to get it yet but his next words will surely change that. “Seems he kept his promise of making it up to Al, after all,” he blurts out before turning his back to Angel and pretending that he hasn’t just brought his own demise onto himself.

Angel blinks a few times as the cogs turn in his head for a moment before it all aligns in the whole picture and he burst out laughing so loud that his voice echoes in the parlor.

“Fuck, that’s whatcha get when ya are a Devil’s lover,” he chokes out, nearly falling down to the floor when he sways to the side. “Whadaya mean he caused a fuckin’ blackout, damn, Smiles is one lucky guy, eh…?”

Husk leaves that without any further remark, the mental image is already disturbing enough as it is. He will never be able to look at Alastor the same way either and that’s just another curse that he now has to live with. He only groans and pours himself and Angel a glass, hoping that the alcohol will mess up with his memory because any knowledge of his boss’ sex life is definitely not something worth remembering. And even if he strongly doubts that this will change a thing, it definitely doesn’t hurt to try. Especially in such a lovely company too as he and Angel fall easily into a small and easy talk. One good thing coming out of the blackout situation, it seems.