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Lucifer sat at the shiny new Hazbin Hotel's shiny new bar and observed its shiny new lobby with mild interest. He'd done well designing it, of course, but ennui always set back in so quickly after the rush of a new project faded.
He was itching for interest—anything to keep his attention and beat back the encroaching mundanity that was his eternal existence—so he tuned in on the conversation playing out around him.
All cleaned up and devoid of his perfumes, Angel Dust's omegan scent was surprisingly mild. He smelled vaguely of vanilla and warm laundry when he wasn't drenched in whatever strange pheremones he was when Lucifer first met him. It had been a few weeks now since the rebuilding of the Hazbin, and Angel disappeared at regular intervals to attend to some job he clearly hated despite denying that fact when Lucifer asked. He always reeked of poison and perfume. Sinners. They lied even when they'd nothing to gain, didn't they? It was another quirk of humanity that Lucifer never fully understood but used to find endearing.
Angel was ignoring Husk's half-hearted pleas not to bother Alastor, chattering on about porn. He didn't seem to actually care whether Alastor was listening, only that what he was discussing was bothering the man.
"So's I said to the guy, 'well I know a pretty feisty omega you wouldn't wanna meet, guy'd probably bite you for even thinkin' of it!'" Angel said, and then continued, "then, 'cause he's a fuckin' sleaze, dude told me he'd pay upfront if I got this 'mystery omega' to bite me on camera! 'Course, I told him to fuck off. But that got me thinkin', Toots, we'd make preeetty good co-stars, don't you think?"
Husker cringed, and Alastor closed his eyes for a moment as if trying to convince himself that eating Angel Dust whole was not a good idea. He then turned to the spider and said, very seriously, "I don't bite unless I intend to eat, little bug. Wouldn't want to accidentally mate myself to the likes of you, now would I?"
That seemed to halt the room in its tracks, and Lucifer, belatedly, piped in with a confused, "Alastor's an omega?"
Husk eyed him like he was the biggest idiot in Hell. To be fair, he might've been. Lucifer just hadn't really thought about it. He'd never heard of an omega being an overlord before. They'd probably tried, sure, but he didn't think any had gotten past the whole 'cabal of rabid, power-hungry alphas' thing. He knew what Alastor smelled like, of course. Lucifer's own alpha nose was more sensitive than most, and with the snake's tongue he chose to keep, it was a wonder Lucifer hadn't noticed before.
Alastor just… didn't smell like a typical omega. He smelled of ashes and decay and iron, but, if Lucifer opened his mouth a little more, let the whirl of scents hit the roof of his mouth, swished them like a fine wine. Well. There it was, wasn't it? The faint smell of magnolia flowers.
Alastor didn't look like a typical omega either. Sure, they could be tall sometimes, and Alastor certainly was that, but he lacked softness. Gentleness. But, now, as Lucifer looked upon Alastor, he thought he could see it. Sure, his face was angular, handsome in a sort of androgynous way, and his body was muscular but lean to the point of being underfed. But… his lashes were long and pretty. His fluffy deer ears were well-kept and perky and shiny, his hair healthy and soft. His hands were spindly but delicate and smooth.
It recontextualized everything Lucifer thought he knew about Alastor. It felt like Lucifer was seeing him for the first time, and whoever had been there before was a particularly talkative figment of his imagination.
Angel blinked at Lucifer and said, bluntly, "yeah. You didn't know? It ain't like he hides it. Sadistic motherfucker likes to flaunt that he kills alphas on the reg like the rest of us squash bugs on the sidewalk."
Alastor preened at that, prideful thing that he was, "I am, and I do. Perhaps if they didn't want to be squashed, they oughtn't have been so very far beneath me!"
"Yeah, we know, Al. You're a big scary monster and you've never felt a maternal instinct in your life. That ain't the problem here, pal. The problem is you think you might accidentally leave a mating mark on someone. You. An omega."
Hold on a minute, yeah, that was weird. Omegas could, technically, leave mating marks of their own, but it was exceedingly rare. It certainly didn't occur more than once, and not by accident.
Alastor shrugged casually, as if what he was saying wasn't insane, "I am confident I am capable, and as I have no interest in any of the stinking alphas roaming this plane of existence, nor the omegas, I only bite to kill."
Lucifer scoffed, "please, you're all talk, bellhop. Doubt anyone would want a bite from your sorry ass even if you could do it.
Alastor looked to him then, his eyes gleaming with something Lucifer didn't quite recognize. It didn't matter, because Alastor rose to the challenge spectacularly, and Lucifer gave as good as he got. He was looking for interest, wasn't he? Well, he certainly found it.
Looking back on it, Lucifer really should have recognized that as the first sign that he would wind up thoroughly and irrevocably wrapped around Alastor's clawed finger.
Not that Alastor isn't just as bad.
He recalls, distinctly, the first time they had sex. It took them a year and a half of arguments and prodding and dancing around each other but they did, eventually, come to appreciate each other's presence. Another half a year went by before Lucifer finally caved and nearly begged Alastor to kiss him.
Asshole was so proud of himself, but he melted like fucking butter under Lucifer's hands. That first kiss became several, and then it became shredded clothes and Alastor clawing into Lucifer's back as he was filled and fucked and Lucifer's headboard cracked down the center.
He'd bitten into his own arm as he came on Lucifer's knot, moans muffled into his marred flesh. It was then that Lucifer remembered that first conversation. Afterwards, Alastor had sprawled atop Lucifer's chest, content and purring with Lucifer's fingers in his hair, and said, "one day, I'm going to bite you, and then everyone will see you're mine for good, Cher."
Against all logic, Lucifer believed him.
He found that he didn't mind the prospect.
Now, Lucifer thinks that time might be coming.
He's really trying not to ruin the surprise. Alastor likes to pretend he isn't the terribly sentimental creature that he is, but their two year anniversary is coming up. He knows because Alastor has been adamant that he not forget, and that if he wants to keep Alastor he'd better come up with a very good gift. Not that Lucifer minds, he'd shower his tetchy omega in all the gifts the universe has to offer if only Alastor wouldn't complain about the clutter. He also knows that Alastor doesn't care about the gift, he just wants Lucifer out for the day so he can prepare… whatever it is he's preparing.
So Lucifer is wandering around a quaint little town on Earth with his daughter, listening to her chatter happily as he looks for the perfect gift.
He finds he loves Earth now just as much as he did when it was first created. Until Charlie and her peace agreements with Heaven, he had not seen it in a very long time. Now, well, he is still the Devil. Some things may never change. But he has more freedoms than he used to, and while Heaven is forever out of reach, Earth is no longer.
"So…" Charlie begins, and he knows that tone of voice, it means she's about to ask something awkward and a little invasive.
Lucifer braces himself.
"When are you and Al gonna form a bond?"
Lucifer chokes on his spit, "fuck, Kiddo, don't be subtle now."
Charlie laughs, and he can't really find it in himself to be bothered. He supposes the question has been coming a long time. But… Well, Charlie has known about him and Alastor for years now, but getting into a relationship and forming a mating bond are two very different levels of 'I'm okay with my dad falling for someone who isn't my mom.'
"I'm just curious! You've been together a long time now," Charlie says, prodding Lucifer's shoulder a little too hard with that strength of hers she's still never gotten a complete leash on.
Charlie is an alpha too, much to Lilith's chagrin when she first presented. She's the kind of alpha that fiercely protects those she considers hers, her own little pack right there at the Hazbin Hotel, and despite the rocky nature of their relationship when Lucifer first stumbled awkwardly back into her life, he seems to be included in that now. It's healing cracks in Lucifer's heart that he didn't think could be healed.
Lucifer inhales the comforting, sunshine-and-chocolate scent of his daughter and is reminded just how fucking proud of her he is, and how grateful he is to be in her life again. This, here, her insisting on helping him choose the perfect anniversary gift for Alastor, then asking when they'll be mated… it's all he could ask for. Because he knows her, better now than he used to, and he knows she's asking because she wants him to be happy, and she believes that Alastor makes him that.
And he does.
So Lucifer smiles brightly at her and says, "soon, I'm sure."
Charlie's expression turns a little sad, painted with empathy and kindness as she tentatively says, "and… what about mom?"
"Wwwwhat about her?" Lucifer says as he opens the door to a crumbling old antique shop, trying for nonchalance but landing somewhere between awkwardness and sheer fucking terror.
For a moment, Charlie says nothing, and Lucifer is certain she is going to ask him to choose between her and Alastor, conditional upon his loyalty to Lilith.
"Dad, I just wanna know that you're ready for this."
Lucifer moves among the dusty shelves and tries to focus on the objects lining them, but it is little use. Is he ready for this? Lilith has been gone a long time, but once, centuries ago, they'd loved each other. They were mates. Bonded.
Lilith and Alastor share some similarities. Both tall, clever, sexy, and driven. Both powerful in their own rights. Both so very human.
But Lilith does not love Lucifer anymore, and Alastor does. Lilith had been Lucifer's omega, but she hated it. Struggled against the pull of instincts god had bestowed upon her in punishment. Rankled at the notion of being owned.
Once, during her pregnancy with Charlie, Lilith had tried to carve the mating bite out of her skin herself.
She'd said it was too much. The feeling that Lucifer was her keeper, king, master, owner, alpha. That he'd left too many claims on her. The bite in her scent gland. The child in her womb. The demonic traits that came after she fell with him, for him, from Heaven.
Lucifer fumbles through a box of old records, quietly grateful that Charlie is letting him think this through on his own. She's nearby, a solid, grounding presence, looking through a glass case at an assortment of old jewelry.
Alastor differs from Lilith in that he… seems proud to be an omega. He doesn't shy away from those instincts, rather he uses them to his advantage. His keen nose and omegan ability to soothe lend him an edge in politics and battle that Lucifer has never seen before. Alastor detects how the people around him feel, and that clever wit of his can poke holes in an opponent's psyche like nothing else. That soothing charm hides dangerous intentions, or calms situations that Alastor deems too risky to escalate. And all of it is so subtle that very few even realize he's doing it.
Alastor prides himself on being a powerful, dangerous overlord with too much blood on his hands to ever wash off, and he prides himself on using what nature had given him to do it.
Alastor is also possessive. Scarily so, but Lucifer is equally possessive, and Alastor seems to love it. He loves that the king of Hell is so beholden to him. He loves that Lucifer wants to hold him, keep him, show everyone exactly who Alastor belongs to. Lucifer loves that Alastor wants the same. Wants to defy logic and god and place a mating mark of his own on the most beloved of angels and the first alpha.
Lucifer shudders at the thought of carrying Alastor's bite. It's an enticing thought. Knowing that not only can he claim Alastor, but that Alastor might claim him. Forever. Eternal.
Lucifer abandons the records and stands by Charlie's side. Quietly, he says, "yeah, Charlie. I'm ready for this."
She smiles at him, relief on her face that morphs into excitement as she says, "good, because I think I just found your perfect gift."
Alastor stands back and studies his handiwork. The lights in the suite he shares with Lucifer have been dimmed. The floor has been smothered in plush rugs, the walls draped in curtains in shades of red and gold, the fireplace lit and keeping the space warm and cozy. An old record player fills the space with soft jazz. The best part is, of course, the nest.
Alastor and Lucifer have shared his heats before, and Alastor knows Lucifer will love the nest regardless of how it looks if only because it was Alastor who made it. Still, Alastor has his pride, and he won't be caught dead half-assing his nest.
The bed has been forgone in favor of a new pit in the floor, lined with cushions. Alastor has filled it with soft, luxury fabrics, each carefully scented and tucked in between pillows to form the nest's main structure.
Additionally, Alastor has gathered a number of Lucifer's clothes. Knowing him, he hasn't noticed any have gone missing. Alastor has taken great pains to hide the fact that his heat would fall on the eve of their anniversary, and he won't have Lucifer ruining the surprise by trying to find his stolen laundry.
Alastor placed the clothes at strategic places around the nest, pieces he knows Lucifer finds comforting, and pieces Alastor himself will enjoy because they are soaked in Lucifer's familiar scent of honey, smoked paprika, and spiced apples. His own clothing is there too, of course, and there are a handful of items from their little hotel family tucked behind pillows and between blankets.
Charlie caught him in the midst of stealing a jacket from her laundry basket this morning. She'd smiled knowingly and scented a couple of fresh shirts just for him, then told him she was excited that he and Lucifer would finally be mated.
He didn't tell her his plans for today, but he isn't surprised she guessed. She's more perceptive than she looks when she wants to be.
Alastor had grinned wickedly and told her this time tomorrow that Lucifer would bear a mark in the shape of Alastor's teeth. She'd laughed good-naturedly and told him she was glad her dad had someone so assured in their relationship.
She too doesn't believe Alastor can leave a mark on Lucifer, but he doesn't care. He knows he can, and he will, and the rest of them will be eating their words when Alastor's heat ends and they both rejoin the world freshly mated.
Alastor nudges a plushie shaped like a squat little cat into a better position, adjusts one of Lucifer's shirts near the pillows where Alastor's head will rest.
There.
Perfect.
The whole nest is surrounded by a drape of heavy, silky red curtains, and the interior is lit with motes of golden light that float lazily around the space. It's cozy, comforting, and exactly where Alastor wants to be when he takes Lucifer as his own and marks him for Hell and Heaven to see.
Alastor goes to the standing mirror near the closet and summons a box from his shadows. In it lies the final piece to his plan.
A set of lingerie. Deep red, with sheer, flowy fabric that wraps enticingly around his shoulders and ties over his chest in an elegant bow and falls over his body in pretty crimson waves. Beneath that is a set of silky panties decorated with gold lace along the edges. The fabric clings to his cunt, already wet from his preheat.
Alastor took the time to rub these new panties against Lucifer's belongings before he put them on so that they reek of Lucifer's alpha scent where they sit snugly against him.
That, especially, Alastor is excited for Lucifer to find.
He glances out the window to see that it is nearly nightfall. Good. Lucifer should be home soon, and just in time.
Alastor's heat is beginning to make him feel quite needy, and before long even more than he wants to surprise him, he will just want his alpha here.
Alastor gives himself one last appraising once-over in the mirror and nods in approval, then moves to settle into the center of the nest and wait.
Lucifer approaches the door to his shared suite with Alastor, already a bundle of nerves and excitement. Charlie had convinced him to get a pair of matching rings, special because they were made when Alastor was alive. They're gold, with thin bands and large, ornate settings where a gem surrounded by tiny diamonds is laid into each one. One holds a dark garnet, the other a pale pearl.
He told Charlie they looked like wedding rings, and she grinned and said, "exactly."
It'd taken some convincing, but it isn't as if Lucifer doesn't want to give this to Alastor. He just… hopes it will go well.
It will, won't it? It has to! Alastor wouldn't—
Fuck, maybe Lucifer should go get some other gift.
He stands waffling outside the door for a few moments before a shadowy hand grips his wrist and tugs. He jerks his head to look and sees Alastor's sentient shadow emerging from the door, trying to pull him inside.
Lucifer smiles at it and pats his pocket where the rings sit in their velvety box. The shadow quirks its head cutely just like its master does, its inky ears flopping to the side. Lucifer winks at it, like they're sharing a secret, and it grins before tugging more insistently at his wrist.
Lucifer obeys.
He opens the door, only to be hit by heat-scent so strong Lucifer's knees feel weak.
Lucifer shuts the door hurriedly and ventures further inside, eyes wide as he looks at his transformed suite. It's… beautiful. Homey. Is this what Alastor was preparing all day?
He searches the room and his eyes land on a pit in the floor, like a conversation pit, which has been transformed into a sturdy, luxurious nest.
He spots Alastor in the center of it, and all thoughts of rings and nerves fly out the window.
Alastor is a stunning creature on a normal day, but today he is wrapped in crimson fabric that teases his slim body beneath, with a pair of panties sitting high on his hips. His hair has been left, for once, in its natural curl. Alastor knows Lucifer loves it like that. He's lounging temptingly among the pillows, one hand massaging the flesh above his womb and the other holding one of Lucifer's shirts to his face, purring contentedly.
Alastor opens one eye lazily and singsongs, "you're laaaate, Cher."
Lucifer shakes out of his haze and smiles softly as he approaches, shedding his clothes as he goes and holding them in his arm.
"You did all this just for me?"
Alastor laughs and takes the bundle of clothes that is passed to him as Lucifer enters their nest. He arranges them carefully as he replies, "no, I did it for me, you're just a bonus."
Lucifer presses up against his back, fingers fiddling with the soft, sheer fabric and skimming up Alastor's stomach. Alastor puts up a good front, but the muscles in his abdomen are jumping from the touch, his fluffy little deer's tail is fwipping excitedly back and forth against Lucifer's stomach, and the scent gland at Alastor's neck that Lucifer is nuzzling up to pumps out the magnolias-and-pralines scent of a happy, heat-dazed Alastor.
"Well, you've done an incredible job, my love. Your nest is perfect, and you look gorgeous."
Alastor likes to pretend he doesn't care, and it is true that compliments usually don't seem to matter to him, but from Lucifer the praise always makes him melt.
"Of course, Cher, it's my work," he murmurs, but a healthy omegan purr has kicked up and it rumbles into Lucifer's chest.
Lucifer pulls away and settles into the comfort of the nest, his arms open to receive his omega. Alastor climbs into them eagerly, sighing at the contact.
Lucifer pets gently through Alastor's curls, carefully detangling knots and taking care not to ruin them. He scratches at the base of Alastor's ear and murmurs, "why didn't you tell me your heat was coming?"
Alastor's reply is muffled into the skin of Lucifer's neck, where he is snuggling happily into Lucifer's scent gland, "wanted to surprise you."
The warm breath against his skin makes Lucifer shiver.
"You succeeded," he says, squeezing Alastor tightly against him with one arm, knowing Alastor loves those casual shows of supernatural strength, "consider me surprised. And honored. You look like a fucking dream, Al. Can't believe I get to see you like this."
And it's true, he can't. Alastor is singular. Singularly gorgeous in his odd, inhuman way. Singularly proud, though it is not hubris but hard work and hard earned power from which his pride is derived. Singularly clever, always seeing things Lucifer never would have considered and using that information in ways Lucifer never would have thought to try. Singularly picky, too, and it fills Lucifer with unmatched pride to know that Alastor has deemed him worthy of seeing this.
Seeing Alastor soft, vulnerable, and trusting.
And wriggling.
Lucifer snorts a laugh and flips them to put Alastor on his back beneath him, "someone's excited, hm?"
Alastor's world spins as Lucifer flips him and he looks up at his alpha dazedly. Heat is well and truly upon him now, and it's showing in the sensual hunger that claws at his insides and the slick pooling in his new panties.
Alastor scoffs, but his words come out soft and intimate, "well? Do something about it then, my alpha."
Lucifer is a fucking vision tonight.
Nothing has changed, not physically, but Lucifer looks starved as he devours Alastor's body with his eyes. His devilish form is beginning to show, those shiny, sturdy horns poking from his forehead and that spaded tail making an appearance to thud excitedly against the cushioned floor of the nest.
His eyes are glowing, and Alastor preens at the way Lucifer's snake-like tongue flicks in the air, tasting Alastor's heat scent like he can't get enough of it.
Lucifer leans down and buries his face into Alastor's throat with a muffled groan. Alastor gasps as a soft, wet tongue laps at his scent gland, coaxes more of that sweeter heat scent out for Lucifer to taste.
Alastor holds Lucifer close with desperate, grasping hands, one in Lucifer's hair and the other trying to coax Lucifer's hand downward where he wants it.
Lucifer suckles at the gland and Alastor lets out a whine that morphs into a possessive snarl at the feeling of sharp teeth on the swollen gland. Lucifer's hand finally ventured between his legs to pet his cunt from outside the pretty panties and Alastor grinds down into it, needy and impatient.
"Did you want to mark me tonight, pretty omega? Is that what this is all about?"
Mark him. Mark him. Lucifer says it likes he believes Alastor can and isn't that the headiest feeling of all? That Lucifer, first alpha, most beloved of god's children, fallen archangel and lord of all Hell, has full faith that Alastor will mate him with a lasting bite. Wants that just as badly as Alastor does.
Alastor growls and sinks a little further into his heat.
Lucifer continues, "got our rooms all nice and prettied up just for this? Bought this lovely lingerie just so I get to see it when you finally make me yours? Because you will, won't you? You're gonna make me your alpha."
"Fuck, Lucifer, yes" he gasps, "touch me."
Lucifer complies.
He unties the pretty fabric around Alastor's shoulders and lets it drape over him. He kisses Alastor's lips first, robbing him of sense and filling his brain with the taste and smell of him. He kisses his chest, gives devoted kisses to Alastor's nipples, and travels down his quivering abdomen until Alastor is whining and beating his fist against Lucifer's shoulder to hurry up.
Lucifer between his thighs. Lucifer licking the sweat beading on his skin. Lucifer burying his nose into the silken fabric that grows more soaked by the second with Alastor's slick.
Lucifer, his Hellish glory bursting forth in a wave of heat and fire that warms Alastor but does not harm him. Alastor grins wickedly, because he knows that Lucifer has found his little surprise.
Lucifer drowns himself in the smell of himself soaking the panties Alastor wears. He inhales the scent of Alastor's slick that mixes so beautifully with it. He muffles a rasping, broken whimper against Alastor's clothed cunt.
He looks up, and god Alastor loves this man. His own personal devilish devotee. His eyes are flooded with hellish red, his irises gleaming gold in the center. His curved, sleek horns the color of freshly spilled blood. His wings, curved around them to block out the rest of the world.
"Well?" Alastor says.
Lucifer swears in some ancient, unknowable language and tears clean through Alastor's expensive new panties. Alastor has half a mind to protest, but it disappears alongside the rest of his lucid thoughts as Lucifer's mouth descends upon his pussy, gluttonous.
That tongue, forked, soft, wet, relentless as it passes over his folds reverently. Lucifer dives into every crevice and soft, blood-flushed patch of flesh in pursuit of the taste of Alastor's slick. His voice comes out in rumbling moans and animalistic whimpers. It feels like love. Like worship. Like obsession.
It is perfect.
Lucifer's lips grace his cunt in sucking, fleeting kisses between his desperate licks, until finally he lands on Alastor's aching clitoris. He suckles the swollen little nub between plush lips and moans when it pulses against his tongue. Alastor shrieks, his spine arching as pleasure spikes in his core. It crawls down his thighs, warm, electric in his nerves.
The heat sweeps him under, and Alastor is all animal. He is nothing but sights, sounds, scents, and the pleasure delivered upon him like a bloody sacrifice by his alpha. Alastor whines and rolls his hips, aching for something more. He feels so empty. He kicks at Lucifer's side, and his alpha grunts into his flesh.
Lucifer seems to get the message, though, because he slips a hand down beneath his dedicated mouth and pushes two fingers into Alastor's hole. He spreads them wide, stretches Alastor's wet walls, pushes his finger tips to curl against that soft, spongy spot at the top of that channel. Alastor gasps, heaving for breath.
He curls up and around Lucifer's head, gripping one horn in his hand like a lifeline and clawing bloody golden marks into the skin of Lucifer's shoulder blade.
"A-aahn, fuck! Alpha, a-alpha!" Alastor cries. Lucifer whines against his cunt, doubling down, desperate to please. His lips look so good around Alastor's clit, his tongue feels incredible laving against it insistently. His fingers go from two to three and curl deliciously upwards. Alastor's thighs squeeze around Lucifer's head, and he moans contentedly.
Lucifer reaches around to grip Alastor's fluffy tail and tugs lightly. Alastor breaks.
He falls back with a breathy keen and spasms with it. His orgasm washes over him, only barely dampening the arousal flooding his veins with his heat. Lucifer drinks down more of his slick, eager for it, as he works Alastor through the lasting waves of his climax.
Lucifer eases off with a loving kiss to Alastor's cunt.
Alastor lays quivering in the center of the nest, warm with his heat and already craving more from his alpha. Lucifer crawls atop him and Alastor purrs into Lucifer's kiss that tastes of his slick.
"I like it when you call me that," Lucifer murmurs against his lips.
Alastor stretches languidly, spreading his legs to invite Lucifer even closer.
"Alpha," he says teasingly.
Lucifer growls and nips at Alastor's jaw.
Alastor wraps loving arms around his neck and pulls him close to whisper in his ear, "my alpha. My devil. My love. Knot me so I can claim you."
Lucifer shudders visibly, a whine sounding from his throat, "anything for you."
Lucifer looks down at his omega and he is drowning. Happily. The sight of him, not docile like one might expect from their omegan mate, but demanding, confident. He is perfect. He is in the middle of their nest, draped in red fabric and settled among soft pillows. His skin is flushed red, damp with sweat, prickling with goosebumps in response to Lucifer's touch. His eyes are half-lidded, pupils blown wide. His ears are drooping with contentment.
Lucifer clings to him and Alastor claws at his back. The pain is another mark of possession, and though it will heal within the hour, Lucifer treasures it all the same. His wings shudder, feathers rustling as he situates himself against Alastor's body.
Alastor tugs at Lucifer's hair impatiently, and Lucifer kisses him on the cheek, "I'm here, I'm yours."
Lucifer wraps a hand around his cock. The other one squeezes the plush flesh of Alastor's thigh as he pushes the leg up to Alastor's chest. He lines himself up with Alastor's hole, aiming to enter him slowly, but as always, Alastor has other plans.
Alastor's free leg wraps around Lucifer's hips and pushes him forward suddenly. Lucifer is suddenly sunken deeply and fully into Alastor's warm, tight cunt and he shouts. His throat releases a watery whine at the feeling of pulsing-hot-wet-squeezing around his cock.
Alastor sighs happily, and Lucifer thinks he's going to pop his knot here and now.
"Fuck, Alastor, I—"
"Hush, Alpha, come here."
Lucifer, entranced by his omega as always, obeys without question. He grinds his hips slowly and leans in close, chest to chest.
Alastor nuzzles into his throat, "I could bite you right now, Alpha."
Lucifer grinds in a little deeper, and Alastor moans, his cunt fluttering around Lucifer's cock.
"I won't last a minute if you do."
"Then you'll just have to keep going, won't you?"
Lucifer groans and nods rapidly, his hips stuttering.
Alastor takes the approval for what it is and latches his mouth over Lucifer's scent gland. Lucifer grinds slow circles into his omega as Alastor licks at the sensitive flesh, and Lucifer's body feels aflame with anticipation at the feeling of teeth lightly scraping his skin.
Alastor bites down.
Lucifer cries out, the pulse of a mating bond hitting him like a bullet to the skull. The shockwave radiates through his body, pleasurable and overwhelming. His hips stutter and jerk forward and he climaxes then and there. His whole body shakes with pleasure as his cock pulses and he fills Alastor with his cum. His knot expands faster than Lucifer thought it could throughout his orgasm and locks him into Alastor's divine cunt.
It fades slowly, and Lucifer pants as he looks down at Alastor with wonder. There is blood on his lips, and he looks smug and proud and greedy and all of the sins they both share. He knew Alastor could do it, but believing it and having the mark to prove it are vastly different things.
Alastor surges into him, kissing him with bloodied lips. Lucifer returns it viciously, eagerly, tangling their tongues until he hardly knows whose body is whose. He shouts in surprise, though, as his world is tipped over and suddenly he is on his back, staring up at his omega seated around his knot.
Alastor has a dangerous gleam in his eyes, a hunger Lucifer knows can only be sated with unfettered indulgence.
"More," Alastor snarls.
Lucifer sucks in a breath. His eyes widen up at his omega and he nods silently. He knows what Alastor wants 'more' of, and it isn't sex. He left a mark, permanent and binding, and now he wants to leave another. It shouldn't be possible. The first mark was rare enough, but another?
Lucifer believes.
He believes because this is Alastor, the most capable, driven person he's ever encountered in his long life. He believes because Alastor does, and if Alastor says he will do something, then he will. Lucifer tilts his head back and offers himself up like a sacrifice to his beautiful, deified omega.
Alastor squeezes down on his knot and leans into mouth at the fresh bite on Lucifer's neck. Lucifer shudders, pleasure sparking through his nerves, and Alastor picks a spot a couple inches to the left, so his teeth overlap partially with the first bite. He closes his jaw and Lucifer wails.
Another orgasm rockets through him as he feels the bond lock in tighter. Alastor moves to the other side of his neck and does it again.
Lucifer feels overwhelmed tears slip down his cheeks, but his omega is here and claiming him a third time and there is nowhere else he'd rather be.
Alastor shudders through an orgasm, his cunt fluttering around Lucifer's cock, and Lucifer is so gone on the pleasure of letting his omega use him that he isn't even sure how many Alastor has had. They remain tied together by Lucifer's knot, and the cum is building up inside Alastor, who seems to be revelling in the sensation even as he goes in for another bite.
He takes Lucifer's wrist this time. Brings it to his mouth and sucks on the scent gland to taste the pheremones with a satisfied, rumbling purr. He bites down slower this time, savoring it, and Lucifer writhes as another permanent mark tightens their bond and Lucifer shudders through what has to be a dry orgasm.
Another on the same wrist, another climax. Another on the other wrist. Each one is a testament to their bond, to Alastor, to the love they share and to the incredible omega Lucifer has been chosen by.
Alastor is slowing down now, and Lucifer takes the opportunity to flip them again and grind hard into Alastor's cunt. He's oversensitive, his cock twitching in the wet mess inside Alastor's hole, but he gives a please rumble at the mewl it pushes out of Alastor's lips.
"You're so fucking amazing," Lucifer says as he grinds slow and loving into his omega.
Alastor whines and tilts his head in a rare show of total submission, and Lucifer is more certain than ever that this is what he wants.
"Alpha… mate me," Alastor says breathlessly.
And he does. He reaches down to rub tight circles around Alastor's clit as he dives into Alastor's neck. Alastor arches and gasps and screams when Lucifer bites him. He comes as the bond hits him, and Lucifer keeps his teeth there for much longer than he needs to. Longer than the entirety of Alastor's twitching, gasping orgasm.
When he does finally let go, Lucifer looks down at the fresh bite on his omega's throat and growls, "mine."
Alastor sighs, content and, for now, sated. His heat will rear its head again soon enough, but for now, he can rest.
"Yours," he agrees.
Lucifer needs to make it stronger, though. The alpha within is roaring for it. So he presses his fingers up to one of the bleeding bite wounds at his neck and smears them in shining golden blood.
Alastor watches, smiling.
Lucifer presses the blood against Alastor's new bite and smears the blood into the open flesh. It settles like it has always belonged there, and Alastor's bite pulses with light alongside the rhythm of his purrs.
Soon, Alastor is happily resting in Lucifer's embrace, recovering from the first wave of his heat. Lucifer is nearly asleep when he hears an indignant squeak from his partner and opens one eye.
Alastor shifts and grumbles, digging around in the nest beneath him, until he pulls an object out. A velvet box. The same velvet box that had been in Lucifer's pocket when he walked into the room. The same one containing the rings.
Lucifer bursts into a flaming blush as Alastor inspects it curiously.
Alastor, of course, notices immediately.
"Lucifer… what is this?"
"It uh…" Lucifer tries, then clears his throat and steels himself, feeling a little braver with six fresh marks still throbbing in his skin, "it's your— your anniversary gift."
Alastor opens it and gasps softly, looking at the rings. He studies them for a moment, and Lucifer is going to bite clean through his tongue from sheer nervousness if Alastor doesn't say something soon.
Alastor turns in his arms to look at him, holding the box over Lucifer's chest, and says, "Lucifer, you are aware these look like wedding rings, are you not?"
Lucifer swallows dryly and nods. His entire world in this moment is Alastor, nothing could tear him away from his omega's enchanting eyes, and Lucifer prays that he hasn't just ruined everything.
Alastor smiles and kisses Lucifer chastely on the lips, "good. Just making sure you hadn't overlooked that. You are never to take yours off, understood?"
Lucifer feels himself smile brighter than he thinks he ever has and he kisses Alastor between Alastor's amused chuckles and his own relieved laughter.
"Understood," he says, slipping one of the rings onto Alastor's finger, "and the same goes for you, love. You're all mine now."
Alastor puts the other ring onto Lucifer, his expression soft and happy and for Lucifer's eyes only, "it's a deal."
By the time his heat is over, Alastor has left another five mating marks on Lucifer's holy flesh. Three for the scent gland at his right inner thigh, and two for the other. That's eleven. All permanent. All marking the lord of Hell as his.
Pride colors his expression as he helps Lucifer dress the morning after his heat has ended.
Lucifer snorts, amused, when Alastor tosses Lucifer's bowtie aside and unbuttons the top of his collar, "I'm surprised you're even letting me wear clothes."
Alastor hums, "the first six will do well enough to make it clear who you belong to, my alpha. The rest, though," he says, brushing his claws against the inseam of Lucifer's pants teasingly, "those are for me."
Lucifer shudders, and Alastor makes sure that his sleeves are rolled up to show off those beautifully marked wrists.
"And you?"
Alastor looks to the mirror and his grin widens at the golden ring of toothmarks branded on his throat. There is certainly no mistaking who did that. It peeks above his collar enough to see even when he closes his shirt, but just for today, for Lucifer, he will lose his tie so he can show it off in its entirety.
Angel Dust is sat down for a normal breakfast on a normal day in Hell. He's drinking coffee, nibbling at a slice of toast, and scrolling mindlessly through his phone.
Then, just to ruin his day, because Alastor loves to do that, Alastor marches into the kitchen with the king in hand. Angel glances up and he drops his toast. Alastor isn't wearing a tie. That in itself is a shock, but what's more shocking is the perfect ring of teeth in gleaming gold right over his scent gland.
Angel cheers, " finally! Was waitin' for the day like fuckin' Christmas! You two sure take your time."
Alastor grins proudly as he takes down two mugs from the cabinet, and Lucifer waves happily with a tired, "morning, Angel!"
That's when Angel sees it. His wrist, clearly marked with a set of tooth marks.
"Holy SHIT! Smiles, you actually did it?" He says, and then he notices the state of Lucifer's other wrist, his neck, "wow… you did it a lot… fuck, Smiles is that six?"
Lucifer blushes, and Alastor takes a long, smug sip of his coffee, "of course I did, I said I would, didn't I?"
Angel gapes.
Lucifer mumbles, barely audible, but Angel catches it anyway, "it's eleven, actually…"
Angel gives up on breakfast, because his entire worldview has just been altered, and Husk will be hearing about this no matter how much he doesn't want to know about his boss's sex life.
He cannot fucking wait for what the headlines will have to say.