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"Furthermore, I couldn't leave. The scene was… it's still on, after all.
- And if I end it now, would you ?"
A breath.
"Would you leave, Al ?"
It happened rarely, but Alastor didn't answer.
Only one way to know, I guess. So, Lucifer took the risk. His hand, shaking again —was it the exhaustion or the tension this simple sound held?— moved into position.
Ready to sound the death knell.
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When Lucifer woke up, after a short night of sleep, he didn't thought his legs would still be shaking that much after what had happened the night before.
He didn't expect neither to sleep so little, yet, a bit before dawn, he accepted the fact that he wouldn't be able to go back to slumber and that he really needed a warm beverage to keep on with his day, trying to not think too much about what had happened. Abandoning the idea of sleeping in, after sliding in his wonderful pink robe, he didn't expect neither to meet anyone when he climbed down the stairs.
Especially not his daughter, in the lobby, still in pyjamas. She always looked so adorable, like this. She used to have the cutest apple-themed pyjama set, and the King still had more than three hundred pictures of the first time she wore it. Yet, today, she wasn't wearing this one, but rather eyebags and worry all over her face.
"Charlie! I didn't thought you would be awake," he exclaimed before quickening his pace on the stairs (ignoring the strain in his thighs), and coming closer to her. "You look tired, sweetheart, are you okay?
- Hey dad. Didn't thought I would be neither… Everything's good, I promise!" she comforted him, rubbing her face between her hands, as he sat next to her.
The whole hotel seemed really quiet that early in the morning. No agitation, no hurried resident. Just them.
So his question seemed to almost echo when he asked :
"You're sure, Char-Char? You look… Well, quite exhausted."
The princess of Hell put her head on her dad's shoulder, sighing.
"Yeah, maybe you're right… I just need everything to be perfect, you know ? The hotel, the never-ending conversations with Heavens… It's a lot. And I should feel lucky, I mean, Vaggi is helping me so much. That's why I told her to rest a bit today, she really needed it.
- And when will you rest, then ?" he hazardly asked.
The young woman gave him a small resigned smile.
"That's a really good question." She took a long breath in. "You know, I have a lot to do today, the day hasn't even started yet and I am already overwhelmed only thinking about it.
- Okay." He put his hand over hers, both joined on their legs, a very sweet symbol of their bond, new and still fragile. "Okay. Maybe you can take a few minutes of rest right now, could you do that?
- Yeah… Yeah, that would be… That would be very nice. Thanks dad."
To these words, Lucifer felt his heart melting. With his free hand, he surrounded the shoulder of the blonde determined daughter, and slowly stroked her hair. He had been so much caught up in everything with Alastor he had been neglected the very own person that was the apple of his eyes. His dear Charlie.
"I'm sorry I haven't always been… the most present dad. I… I missed a lot, haven't I?
- Yeah, but it's okay. You're here now."
Someone's absence hovered over their shoulders. Neither dared to say her name.
"I don't mind, you know. It's my thing, this hotel, and I know you're still here to support me. I know you do your best." She looked, with a bit more joy than worry in her eyes now. "And if I'm being completely honest, I noticed you looked… a bit different, these past few weeks."
Lucifer held this breath. Had she noticed anything ? What could he say ? Haha, yes Charlie, I have been doing bedroom gymnastics with the host of your dear hotel and it has been eye-opening to discover parts of me through BDSM with him ?
…Yeah, let's maybe not say that his daughter.
"H-Have I now?" The King chuckled nervously.
"I mean, yeah, everyone noticed dad. Even Alastor said you looked gleeful these past few days."
Ha. Of course the bellhop had said such thing. Couldn't he hold his ever-smiling mouth for a hot second ?
"I like seeing you happy, you know. I know you can have some rough times, so it's really nice. You're humming old songs when you think no one is watching you, and you get out of your bedroom almost every day, which, not so long along, it wasn't the case at all. You even helped Al with his cooking!"
Lucifer stopped stroking the golden hair. Yes. The cooking. The innocent definition of cooking. Yup. He helped him… cooking. And not another word starting with "c"and ending with "umming". Haha. Not at all!
"I know I'm very busy, but you can still tell me anything, you know ? I may not always be available but I can squeeze some time for my old dad."
Throwing her a glance, he noticed the smile he had always loved to see. The most beautiful smile of both Hell and Heavens. He was glad it was being guarded by another angel now.
"Don't you go stealing my line, little lady," he pinched very gently one of her cheeks, before cupping it with all the love he could. "I would much prefer you taking this time to rest rather to worry about me.
- It's not worry, dad, it's care. I'm just curious if something… happened, that's it."
(Something ? Can a self-absorbed stubborn stupid pesty jackass be called "something" ?)
He let go of her cheek, and took her hand in both of his. Not so long ago, her hand used to be so little, not even fitting his palm. He always knew Charlotte was destined for great things. He just didn't thought it would include the very own place that had banished him.
She had always been very observant, even when she was a baby. Taking the whole world in her so little eyes, understanding everything so quickly. He remembered fondly how she understood to put the little wooden pieces in the play box. He was so proud of her. He still was. Every day, even when she wasn't in his life. Observing her hand, he whispered shyly.
"I don't know how you would feel if I could be thinking about… meeting someone."
The answer was, of course, immediate and very enthusiastic. Charlie-enthusiastic.
"Oh my god Dad that's amazing!!" she almost screamed, throwing herself at his neck. He welcomed the touch, stroking her back (how come she had grown so fast? He still couldn't believe it that she would no longer fit in his hands.) "I'm so happy for you!"
He pushed her slowly back and corrected her.
"Wait, no, no, Charlie, nothing has happened…" Yet, he wanted to add. He didn't. "It's just… a thought. That's it. I just want to know how you would feel if… I mean, if something like that were to happen."
She gave him again the most radiant smile he knew. Again, that smile could melt the strongest iceberg in just a few seconds, or his heart too.
"I miss mom, you know. Every day. And I know you do too. But I would much prefer if the both of us could maybe… miss her less? I am not even sure it's possible. But what I do know is that, if my dad thinks about meeting someone else, I would be very happy for him, that's it. You deserve that. You deserve to have someone by your side."
By his side… Alastor would never accept to be by his side. He was a sinner. An Overlord. An arrogant one, even. He would never be by his side. He would never be by anyone's side, except for business purposes. But what they had wasn't a business. It was an arrangement, yes, but the Radio Demon couldn't exactly use it for his own benefit. It wasn't professionnal, but… it couldn't be emotionnal neither. Physical maybe ? Was it only a physical arrangement ?
If Lucifer deserved someone at his side and that couldn't be Alastor, should they… stop what they were doing ? Was this even fitting for the both of them ?
"Ha… Yes. Someone by my side. But you know, Li-… She can't be replaced, in my heart. The same way you can't be replaced. And I'm not quite sure I could have someone by my side, because it would make me thing too much of her."
The Highness of Hell frowned, and Lucifer softened, thinking about how cute she looked when she pouted, more than a few years ago. It was the sweetest thing.
Of course, he missed what she had said. It happened almost too often now, that he became nostalgic to the point of not listening the being he created.
"—ad ?
- Oh, huh, sorry. I got distracted. Could you say that again?"
She threw him a slightly annoyed glance.
"I said : then you don't have to, Dad. If it hurts you, if it makes you think too much about mom, then don't. But just know that if you do, you have my approval. Not that you needed it anyway, but…
- I did, actually. I really needed to hear that, sweetheart, thank you."
There was a comfortable silence, before Charlie straightened up.
"Dad, be honest with me. …Do you feel lonely? Is it why you asked me this ?"
Not anymore, he wanted to say. Was it the truth ? He was still alone, most of the time. Charlie was busy. Alastor too. (…why did he think of him so quickly? It's not like anyone else acknowledged his existence in this hotel.)
"Sometimes. It's, you know… " Unbearable. Too much. Suffocating. He said none of that, just making his hand move in a small gesture in an uncertain sound."But I don't mind ! I mean, haha, can you imagine the Devil feeling lonely ?
Her voice was soft, too soft for the next few words.
"You don't have to do that with me, you know.
- Do what ?
- Suppress your feelings, Dad."
She confided, putting back a strand of the blond hue behind her ear. She couldn't face his gaze, the same way Lucifer couldn't realize what she had said.
"I used to do that, you know. It's… Not the best, believe me. I know you do that a lot. I know you're not okay, most of the time. I'm sorry I can't exactly be there for you as much as you need it. But, with me, you don't have to do that. You don't have to hide what you're feeling."
Oh. Lucifer had to hold back a sob, a heavy lump in his throat. He couldn't say a word, or tears would flow. He just let Charlie be there, his precious daughter, his beloved miracle of nature.
"Dad ?
- Mh ?
- Why… did you remove your ring ?"
As she spoke, he noticed she was stroking the little metallic jewel, like she had just perceived her presence. her question hided another : why did you put it back ?
What could he say ? Oh, sweetheart, I just… I wanted… He didn't have the words. His voice was a soft whisper.
"To be honest… I don't know. Is that okay ? That I removed it ?
- It was…"
Charlie took a few seconds to find the most ideal word, and Lucifer held his breath.
Hurtful. Stupid. A betrayal to Mom.
"Weird, to see you without it."
The King let out a discreet sigh of relief.
"It was weird too, to not wear it," he admitted, confessing at the same time why he had since then put it back.
She snickered in a breathy laugh, muffing a small "ok", before closing her eyes, enjoying the moment. Relief all over her face.
That was it. He who had been so scared of the moment she would talk about it, it was nothing more than a simple question, a simple "ok" and that was it.
Charlie was truly a wonder.
It's maybe because she was such a wonder, that the Devil shyly dared to mutter :
"Sweetheart, what if someone doesn't want to be by someone's side… ?"
If she had a doubt, she didn't say a word about it. Her thumb gently stroking his hand's back like a melody of endearment.
"Then, it would be very okay. There is so much more than either friends or lovers, you know. Some people aren't interested in that but can still want company. You can have a partner, without it being very romantic. Everyone wants a sort of presence, I think."
Something snapped. Or shattered. Or unlocked. He wasn't quite sure, but maybe it was because he had to hear those words, he also had to hear them from his daughter's lips.
Company.
He immediately hugged her, which took her by surprise.
"Huh?
- Thank you, sweetheart," he squeezed a bit tighter his embrace, and once her confusion had passed, she answered back with the same fondness.
That was when he heard a very annoyed gritted "ahem-ahem" behind them. He was ready to turn around, still holding on to her, but she pushed him a little, and even though it meant nothing (it had to mean nothing, right? right?), his heart still cracked a little. (It always did, when she pushed him aside. It wasn't her fault, of course not. But it still hurt.)
"Alastor! You're early! Or should I say late, you're usually at your tower at that time!
- Charlie, dear, it's always best to keep your audience on the edge of their seats, believe me. Would you mind if I borrow your father for a minute ? I still have to thank him for the cooking lesson.
- Of course!" She got up, and Lucifer's arms stayed for a few seconds mid-air, waiting for her to come back. "I have to go change either way. A long day is ahead of me, today! I have to go, haha." She kissed her dad's forehead, and he finally let his patient arms down. "See you later, dad. It was great, thank you for this little talk."
Lucifer couldn't help but look at her go away. Millenia, and yet she still had grown too fast.
The Radio Demon cleared his throat, indicating his presence once more. Charlie could still hear them, so it was quite natural to slip back into old habits.
"Bellhop! Here to thank me for the cooking ?"
This simple forbidden nickname rose a wave of static noise. Oh, Lucifer knew how to play his part well. (You'd have to thank centuries of depression for that.)
"May I have a word with you ? In the kitchen, please. Now," the last word was ushered with a sort of hurry, a certain form of… anger ?
"Oh, Mh, yeah, sure, lead the way, Allergen."
How long has it been since he hadn't called him "Alastor" ? In the last few weeks, that was what he had become. No Red Guy, no Bellhop (at his specific request, to which Lucifer had listened to!), just… Alastor. Even Al, sometimes.
They had barely entered into the kitchen that dark claws got around his neck, throwing him on the countertop, large tentacles agitating in the air, dials, green stitches covering his sight, and a grumbling demon above him.
Shit. He should have seen it coming, but he didn't thought calling him "bellhop" would drive him this mad. Spices and condiments got thrown to the ground, as Lucifer was trying to remove the hands around his neck. (Yes, he was into breathplay, but no, this was not the moment.)
"What. did. you. tell. her."
It wasn't a question. A threat. A showcase of… what, fear ? Surely not, it couldn't be. And Lucifer would oblige if the hands weren't so tight around his neck. (Look, breathing was technically not needed for a seraphim. But talking did require a bit of breath after all.)
"Is it because of the way of how I hydrated you ? Did you mistake it for a fucking kiss ? I knew it, I knew I shouldn't have….! Why does it always ends like this… !" He squeezed harder his hands, and Lucifer was pretty sure his face was more blue than white now.
In a surge of survival, the Devil found enough strength to push him back and as he could have sent him flying over the room like he had done the day before, but this time, he held the wrists and shouted :
"Alastor! For fuck's sake, what are you talking about ? I thought you were a cannibal, not a fucking choker !
- And I thought you were…!" began the demon, fuming but also struggling to say the word he wanted to say. (Genuine. Truthful. Sincere. How could he say those words ? It was the kettle calling the pot back.)
"Al, I need words. I am not understanding shit right now.
- You told HER !" He finally let out, the dials and the stitches disappeared and… was that a tremble in his voice ? "About our…! Our…"
(He was the Radio Demon. His passion was to talk. To utter the words anyone would dream to hear. He couldn't stutter or struggle, not when it was important. Yet, Lucifer was a force of patience, because he didn't move not spoke until he heard the next word.)
"Our… arrangement.
- Alastor, do you really think I am stupid enough to tell my daughter I have been fooling around with the host of her dream hotel ?"
That idiot deer finally calmed down. Was he really that afraid of Charlie knowing about what they have been doing ? (Lucifer gave some thought, and yeah, he also wouldn't want Charlie to know. But why was the demon so worried about it ?)
Waiting to be certain that his frenzy had calmed down, he put back the robe that had slipped from his shoulder (and missed a lingering gaze from the other) and covered a bit more his thighs, since the fabric had slided all over the place. Shit, was that… was that Alastor's bite that was that much visible, in the tender of his thigh ? He cursed in an old language, tracing with his thumb the red mark that was way too visible (—and also really easy to guess whom it belonged too, these teethmark were not exactly common.)
"You didn't tell her," he concluded.
"No, Al, I didn't tell her.
- Then what were you talking about?"
Lucifer rolled his eyes.
"It's none of your concern. Not everything has to be about you, you know."
(This was half a lie. It was, indeed, none of his business but it was technically a bit about him. But Alastor didn't have to know that. Lucifer still had some things to figure it out.)
Alastor admitted, a bit too easily, maybe blinded by his outrage :
"I thought you rushed to Charlie to tell her after the way I gave you some water. I thought you misinterpreted it for a kiss.
- I mean, when you look at it, it was kinda a kiss.
- It wasn't a kiss.
- Sure thing, big guy. That's why you sound so scared and didn't even mentioned it yesterday.
- It WASN'T."
To these words, the terrifying smile got closer, flickering light blinding the fallen angel.
"Ok. Not a kiss. Fine," Lucifer conceded.
The King of Hell, sat on the countertop, took this opportunity of him being so close to grab the collar of Alastor's shirt, making him lean even closer. He took a long look at the sinner facing him. His interrogative eyes. His smile. His furrowed eyebrows.
He whispered :
"Whatever it was, I liked it a lot, because I know you don't usually do this lips-on-lips contact. And maybe in a selfish way, that's also why I won't share it, Bambi."
(Lucifer didn't grasp it then, but he said a word the Radio Demon had waited for so long : selfish. This simple word calmed him down immediately, even more than the promise of the angel.)
"I am not telling anyone, Al. This… is between us, I told you. I thought you would know, after yesterday." What they had shared. Pieces of them, confessions of deep fantasies. "And no, even if it was a kiss, I won't be running to Charlie to say anything without talking about it with you first."
He held his gaze, steady and truthful.
Of course, he had to add a little joke.
"And believe me, I want to keep it to myself that you're doing pretty good with your mouth, and not just for talking."
Since yesterday, Lucifer was drowning in the memories from what had happened. Alastor's mouth all over him. Alastor learning to suck so diligently. Alastor licking him. Alastor's gentle bite. Alastor, intoxicating him and his mind and his fantasies.
Alastor eating him whole.
And they were alone right now, here. Who knew for how long? They had never done anything in such a public space. Anyone could come in, even though it was still early. It was… exciting.
(That might have been what pushed him over the edge.)
Maybe he felt particularly temptative, tilting slightly his head, showing his neck, and a glint of lust in his eyes. Maybe the talk with his daughter had unsealed something. Maybe he was also avoiding the little thoughts sprouting in his mind. Maybe he wanted to tease the demon, for how good he had been the previous night. But he wanted that mouth more. Anyhow would be fine, but he would not refrain the means he had at hand — which was, in this case, a very close sinner. (Yes, he would poke his ego again to provoke him. So far, it was only but successful. Was it also a way to distract from what Charlie had said ? Was it also scary, for you, Lucifer, to face your need for company ?)
"Yet, there is always room for improvement."
Alastor huffed in indignation, his face backed off a little. (Oh, he was offended. Pride was really any demon's sin, huh.)
"Improvement ? I don't remember you requesting any improvement yesterday.
- Oh, I didn't say it was bad, Bambi. I'm just saying it could be better.
- Better?"
Come on now, Alastor, fall into his trap. Say it. Ask the damn question. You're arrogant, but not that prideful ?
"How?" he painfully asked, visibly annoyed by this little remark, but too curious not to.
"I mean, I have guided you these past few times, Bambi. Don't you want to also… take the lead a bit ? I am sure you have a few ideas in mind. Doing things of your own initiative is greatly encouraged, you know…" he purred, and finally guided the wrists, one on his thighs, slightly under the robe, claws crossing the clothes boundaries ; and the other around his neck, his thumb on his Adam's apple.
"A last piece of advice : I don't mind a bit of choking but at least, set on the scene first. Like this."
He snapped his fingers and locked his hands in Alastor's neck in an angelic smile, implying : you're up for this ?
This was dangerous. They were in the kitchen. Anyone could enter. Flirting with getting caught like a thief robbing in daylight. Yet, Alastor didn't stop him. He had never been refrained by what righteous people thought.
(Something had changed, in Lucifer's behavior, noticed the demon. Usually, he wanted to talk endlessly. Talk, talk, ugh, always talking. Not this time. This time, he pushed the demon in a different manner. Alastor didn't know why it felt so warm, in the turmoil of his stomach. He… liked it. The danger. The possibility of getting caught. Maybe it was the sight of the neck. The hunger for the angelic blood calling in his ears for more. His fingers on the warm thigh, the fabric caressing him like an encouraging hand to the pace of his breathing. Temptation. Lucifer was really Temptation itself because, a month ago, Alastor would have refused to do anything, even less in the kitchen. But now ? Now, how could he say no?)
"I can see you're overthinking this, Bambi," he sinuously whispered. "You know we don't have much time before someone comes here, so you better hurry and get your cervid brain to work.
- It's not my fault you're wearing such an inappropriate piece of clothing," Alastor retorted in a growl, and Lucifer answered in a warm breathy laugh, and a prickly truth.
"So you like the robe to the point that it gets your brain to stop working ? Good to know."
The laugh, the innuendo (what did he mean, "good to know"?), everything lead to Alastor leaning towards the king's neck he was still precautiously holding, mindlessly stroking it with his thumb.
(He could just do it. But he remembered Lucifer's threat from before, how he would stop everything if Alastor would not respect a single no of his. So, only an inch before the skin, he didn't ask. He simply stated : )
"I am going to bite you and devour your blood."
Lucifer shivered, but not from the cold. And just like he had done on his bed, his legs circled Alastor's hips, emprisoned them, pulling the sinner closer to him. The Demon accepted more and more of the clingy side of the fallen angel. His whole body was inciting him to do what he had said. (Yet, Alastor waited for a sign — ugh, yes, consent or whatever it was.)
"Okay," Lucifer simply, heavily, breathed.
The nose caressed in a breath the crease of his neck, waiting there. The moment seemed to last longer than what Lucifer could endure. He wanted more of that mouth, now, now, now. But, just as the first time Alastor had done a scene, he showed patience. No matter how hard he needed more of that… mouth.
So, when the spiky teeth pierced through the ivory skin, Lucifer couldn't help but to grab the hair and pull it, finally showing some impatience. He still couldn't admit to himself that getting eaten by Alastor seemed to become more tolerable in his mind. He was actually starting to get some thoughts about it when the teeth bit harder, and a regular rhythm echoed in the room. Oh. It wasn't in the room, just his own pulse in his ears. Alastor didn't only bite but he sucked, harshly, seeking the ichor he so wanted, his hand that hadn't moved even though it had been invited to, grabbing the skin, the other squeezing the neck with little strength like some fruit he could het more juice from. (It pulled another shiver out of him, to think of himself as a orange and Alastor simply licking every golden fiber out of him.)
It was truly thrilling, knowing Alastor was thirsty for him. How his blood was filling his mouth, and a lick on the freshly wound just pulled a slow, sloppy moan out of his lips. Alastor stopped for an instant, still in control despite the bliss this heavenly liquid gave him, to warn Lucifer.
"As much as I usually enjoy the melody you give me, I would advise you to keep it down if you want me to continue, little bird."
The idea that he could stop made his legs clench, as if they could never let Alastor leave.
"That's what I thought. Now, be quiet, and let me enjoy my breakfast," commanded the gritted voice.
Lucifer held with great difficulty a whimper, and had to bite his own lips when the teeth deepened back to their piece of work, licking the few droplets that had escaped. The King of Hell didn't notice that one of his own hands let go of the other's neck to feel him more, pulling the fabric in his back like the bedsheets, another echo of the day before. He started to pant more as the teeth require more. Shit, was it always good to have his blood sucked ? His mouth was so steady yet so demanding, and Lucifer would never stop him, not until his thirst was satisfied. Of course, after a while, lightheadness started to warn him that he might have taken too much. Has it been too long, could anyone come soon ? Time had passed in a blur, and his voice sounded weaker than he expected as he pulled a bit harder the hair to the hungry canines :
"Bambi, hey, you'll drain me dry."
The demon reluctantly backed off, golden trails along the corner of the lips, hazy eyes. Oh, in large quantities, angelic blood might get sinners high, that's right. Lucifer had forgotten about that. Whoever might have thought of that must have been not that smart — or really in withdrawal, depending on how you looked at it.
Maybe it was his state that allowed Alastor to ask so effortlessly :
"Can't I have more ?"
This sight of him, so accustomed, so dependant, was truly beautiful to see. Lucifer had to hide his face, blushing harder than he thought, to take a deep breath as he mumbled "give me a second", incapable of resisting this simple ask, so rare from a demon usually so stubborn and secretive about what he wanted. The King of Hell muttered :
"This was a very bad idea…"
Alastor licked the corner of the lips, like he needed those little droplets laid on his skin, and it might be because of what he had just ingested and the influence on his mind but the claw of his thumb went up to press the lower lip of the fallen angel, who immediately granted him the access by opening slightly his mouth. It had become a reflex now, to let him have his mouth however he pleased. His finger started to explore the tongue, the sharp edges of his teeth, and Lucifer closed his eyes, appreciating this little unexpected action. He should have warned him that by just doing that, he could drive him crazy, because it was one of his most erogenous areas.
"I hate imagining my tongue there. But when I picture my fingers, it's… tolerable."
(Tolerable, Alastor ? Are you sure it was the most accurate word you could provide ? Not exciting, thrilling, addictive, needed ?)
For Lucifer, it was dizzying. His fingers even gripped him stronger, one in the hair, one in his back, like some anchor on the reality. When he stopped the exploration, Lucifer was breathing even more heavily, him who had hoped for a break. That wouldn't stop him from making a joke :
"Only your fingers ?
- Whatever you allow me to put in there, your Majesty."
Shit. Alastor shouldn't say anything like that, really not, especially not when he dropped to his knees that easily, with such a begging look, with those hazy eyes, and Lucifer hoped no one would enter now, because he wanted to be the only one to see Alastor in that state. Why would he…. Surely he wouldn't…
"May I?"
Fuck. Shit shit shit. Teaching Alastor about consent had been necessary, but why was him simply asking so effective on the Devil ? This firm tone, the fixing eyes, the hands slowly untangling the legs around him. He should make Alastor drink his blood more often, because Lucifer had to look up, searching for some deity's support to keep his composure, a shaky breath escaping his lips. Alastor's mouth was definitely a menace, whether with words or whatever else it could do, and apparently, it was ready to go back to what it had learned a few hours before.
"S-sure," he barely managed to utter. "But be careful with your teeth.
- You weren't complaining yesterday," said the bratty voice, his apparent smile even more insufferable than usual.
(Oh no, he wasn't complaining yesterday, and would do even less now, because this was a blessing, a miracle, call it however you wanted but getting blowed by Alastor himself a second day in a row was… heavenly, and Lucifer wasn't saying no to getting spoiled. )
But, before, he had to remember him of something, and so held his hair before he could get his object of desire, his other hand coddling the chin.
"Before you consume me, I have a proposition."
The demon raised his eyes, and almost shattered his determination. Alastor looking up was a such good look on him.
"I would like you to show me your tail. Not right now, but later."
You thought I would forget an information this valuable, Bambi ?
A groan answered, and the claws digged a bit more in his skin. This was a test. A dangerous test of trust.
"If you accept, I will give you a very nice reward," he promised in his honeyed tone, stroking with gentleness the underside of his chin. "And you want this reward, right, my good little deer?"
Alastor only closed his eyes under this touch, but it was a sign of compliance, docility. (Oh god, don't let Lucifer's inner thoughts win over his temper, he would ruin this sinner with all his might.)
"I'll give you the time to think about it."
Alastor opened his eyes back, and even though it was still the same color, the same widened pupils, they seemed even more sharp, even more deep, even more penetrating in Lucifer's soul. He didn't have to say a single word, everything was clear : It'd better be worth it.
(Oh, it was, don't you worry, dear Radio Demon.)
"May I get back to it now ?
- Go ahe-"
Lucifer couldn't finish his sentence because Alastor bit his other thigh, the one without the bite mark, exactly at the same place. Creating symmetry on the angelic body, like great masters had done. Worshiping Lucifer's skin like it deserved it.
He bit harder. And harder. And harder, until skin broke, and more blood spilled.
Wait.
Alastor had not a blowjob in mind. He actually really wanted to suck more of his blood. (But why was Lucifer acting surprised ? Hadn't he been the one who had suggested the idea ? Remember, Devil, the words you said ? I really liked you biting me and honestly can't wait for you to bite me harder and even drink all the blood you want from me, not because I know you're a cannibal but because I would really really enjoy it. The neck, the thighs, my wrist, all options are super okay. Shit. He had said that. Alastor was following his advices verbatim, only the wrist was missing. Shit, what else had he said that time ? Wait. Lucifer had asked what Alastor had in mind, to take initiative, and that deer just took back his own ideas. Wasn't it cheating ? Of course he would cheat, this vicious bastard.)
But Lucifer couldn't get mad because he wouldn't want him to stop, because it felt even better than he thought it would.
The sensation was different from the neck, which was still pulsing, a few drops slowly dripping along his clavicle, his shoulder, Lucifer could feel some along his back. But down there, it was even more intimate, and only then had he noticed that he was getting hard, the pink fabric slowly raising between his legs. By biting there, Alastor played with the nerves directly connected to his crotch, pulling string of desire hidden until then. (Lucifer had forgotten that pain could be this good when inflicted by a certain sinner.)
"Oh, fuck- I thought you meant- Shit-"
That fucking brat licked the wound with a bit too much pressure, and his fucking arrogant smile glued to his face meant everything. He didn't have to say it, he knew exactly what he had been doing. He went back to it, the soothing tongue contrasting with the unyielding teeth, digging even deeper. If they weren't in a common area, he would actually rip off a part of his skin, right ? (Of course he would, he was a cannibal, why Lucifer kept forgetting about that ?)
It was so good, to have Alastor drinking a part of him, Lucifer hadn't realized how his whole body had once again surrounded the head, tugging the hair, pulling the shirt, the other leg pushing him to stay right there, and Lucifer couldn't resist closing his eyes, focusing on the sensations, the stinging feeling, how empty and pumping his veins must work, and how Alastor's thirst seemed to be endless. When he deemed to be satisfied, he stopped sucking, and licked the wound with a certain… care ? Lucifer remembered the talk they had and he simply, soflty encouraged him in cautious whimpers, gentle strokes instead of needing tugging. He whispered like a confession :
"Look at you, what a good pet you are, licking me clean."
A simple humming of appreciation against his sensitive skin was more than enough to ask for more praises, and Lucifer was very glad to oblige, and provided :
"You take such good care of me, Bambi. You're doing amazing. I can't wait what else you have in mind."
Something glimmered in the eyes of the cannibal, and he stopped his licks, focusing his tongue on cleaning around his own mouth.
"I'm afraid you'll come to regret these words.
- Uh, what?"
Alastor got back up, and turned his heels and uh, wait, wait, was he… leaving now ? Right before, he turned around, and had this smile always seemed to be so sadistic ?
And he raised his hand.
Wait. Ending the scene now ? Letting Lucifer like this, in the middle of the kitchen, covered in blood and pent up ? The King had a small disheartened laugh, as he couldn't believe what was happening.
"Al. Al. Al! Come on! You can't be serious now!
- You encouraged me to take initiative, Lucifer.
- Yes but not like this….!"
The only answer he got was how the smile widened a bit. That bastard deer snapped his fingers, and, even more cruel, held Lucifer's desperate look while doing so.
And then he opened the door and simply left, leaving the King completely messed up, with a bulge between his legs and covered with his own blood, drops still sliding on his skin like golden rivers on a beautiful landscape.
He heard a muffled exchange, and didn't recognize the voice asking something but he did recognize a certain radio host warning that he was simmering a new recipe — which was both very careful from him to guard the door and giving Lucifer a few seconds to escape (bless portals!) but at the same time really mocking him even more. Yup. Typical Alastor. Helping you but if it could flatter his own ego at the same time, of course he would do it.
Lucifer barely had the time to fall backwards, letting the portal do the magic to transport him directly in his room. He didn't thought about his blood probably ruining the bedsheets as much as they did last night, no, he just stared at the ceiling, feeling frustrated but he couldn't help reminiscing what had happened yesterday, maybe because of the blood loss.
After the cooking session.
After Lucifer had asked him if he would stay.