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sinner-sunflower · 2 days

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P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21

I totally forgot to post this yesterday alksjdlksajkl

It's literally in my drafts but the day was too busy I honestly forgot. So here's a treat!

Also, I know there's a lot of mystery and questions of what's going on but I never planned to fully stay on the POVs of those in Heaven. I just wanted to give you guys a glimpse but I didn't want to tell it all.

You are all as clueless as Luci. Just as I intended hehe

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Lucifer feels cursed. He can sense it. Even without Roo, he's certain that all this misfortune is deliberate. Given everything that has happened in the past few months, he didn't think it could get any worse.

He should've known not to jinx it.

Everyone jumped up, alarmed by the cannibal demon's frantic cries for help.

Outside, they were met with a chaotic battle as sinners and Hellborns fought against the supposedly dead angels. Both side have bodies that lay lifeless on the ground amidst the pandemonium.

Lucifer: What the fuck is going on?!

Cannibal Demon: We were piling the bodies up in the Embassy for burning, as you instructed, Your Majesty. But then—a body suddenly sprang back to life and attacked one of our workers! The next moment, we were all being attacked by the other bodies! They don't seem conscious, sire. They were snarling like rabid animals.

At that moment, an angel turned in their direction and charged straight at Lucifer. He extended his hand, and the angel burst into flames, collapsing to the ground and writhing in pain until it died.

Charlie, the hotel residents, and the other Overlords sprang into action, fighting to kill as many angels as they could.

Lucifer saw what the cannibal demon was talking about. The angels didn't seem truly alive. Instead, they screamed and attacked blindly, targeting anything in their path. Their forms were as mangled as the one that had fallen before him.

Then an angel was tossed at his feet. It twitched but the body was too destroyed to attack again. It looked up at him with blank eyes, black liquid streaming down its face like tears. The angel reached a hand towards him and tried to speak.

Heaven Angel: K-k-ki- me. P-ease

Lucifer was too petrified with shock to even register what the angel was trying to say. Was it begging him to kill it?

The angel gasped and attempted to crawl closer until an axe buried itself in its head, instantly killing it. Lucifer looked up to see Adam standing there.

He wondered when Adam had arrived.

Adam: Dude! Snap out of it! The fuck are you doin'?? And what the shit is happening?

But Lucifer couldn't answer. He just stared at the first man blankly.

Lucifer: I thought you were at the palace?

Adam: Seriously?! Gah!

Adam swung his axe again, killing an angel that had gotten too close.

Adam: One of these fuckers got in and I'd rather not die in your stupid house!

Another swing, another fallen angel.

Lucifer: They're angels....

He saw Adam's gaze harden but he does not falter one bit.

Adam: Are you just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna do something?!

Lucifer snapped out of his daze, the reality of the situation sinking in. He looked around, seeing the chaos unfold as his allies fought for their lives. Taking a deep breath, he summoned his strength and stepped forward.

Lucifer: Let's end this madness.

He extended his hand, conjuring flames to incinerate the embassy, illuminating Pride like a giant flaming beacon.

Lucifer: Toss them all into the fire!

Lucifer's voice boomed across the city, echoing with authority. Soon enough, angels were screaming as they were engulfed in flames.

He took to the sky, setting fire to every zom-angel he could see. Reminding himself that they were no longer their normal selves, he saw this as an act of mercy.

Lucifer flew higher, his eyes scanning the chaos below. He could see Charlie, the hotel residents, and the Overlords fighting fiercely, holding their ground against the onslaught. Each flame he conjured was a prayer for the end of this madness.

As he incinerated bodies left and right, a troubling thought gnawed at him: Was this still Roo's doing? The state of these angels bore a striking resemblance to the infected creatures he had encountered in Sloth.

Roo: Not me, fallen. Looks like someone upstairs messed with something they shouldn't have. How thrilling~

The voice startled Lucifer.

Lucifer: What are you talking about?!

Roo: Hell's not the only one harboring a dark entity.

He cursed her silently but the Root of All Evil just laughed.

Roo: Corruption is such a wonderful thing.

The battle continued, and it didn't take long for them to rid the area of the reanimated corpses. However, the toll was immense. Everyone was on the verge of collapsing. The relentless series of events in the past hour had drained their remaining strength. If Heaven were to attack now, they would be fighting for their very lives.

Lucifer landed, breathing heavily, his mind racing. The angels’ corrupted state pointed to something far more sinister than he initially thought. If Roo was telling the truth, then Heaven itself was compromised.

Charlie: Dad!

Lucifer: Char-char, you guys okay?

Charlie: We're all fine.

Adam: Speak for yourself, girlie.

Charlie was only slightly surprised by Adam's appearance but didn't question him.

Lucifer: Are we sure that's the last of them?

Charlie: Alastor has his shadows canvassing the city right now.

Lucifer looked around at the carnage, wondering how much more they could handle. Before he could think further, Adam spoke up again.

Adam: I know those angels.

Lucifer: What?

Adam: Most of these are my girls.

There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Despite being a misogynist douche, Lucifer realized Adam genuinely cared for the angels in his army.

Lucifer: Exorcists?

Adam: Yeah... shit, what the fuck is going on up there? Why did they turn into these things?

Lucifer had no answer, so he remained silent.

They see something twinkle in the sky, followed by a beam of light. Lucifer quickly raised his hand to create a barrier just in time to deflect the blast. Even he struggled against Michael's powerful weapon. Multiple blasts rained down, but they were erratic, not aimed directly at Hell.

Something in the distance was getting closer and closer, dodging left as another blast exploded nearby.

Was Michael aiming for that?

They couldn't tell what it was until it drew nearer. It was an angel, struggling against another as they plummeted. Soon, more angels came into view. A particularly strong blast from Michael shattered Lucifer's barrier, and they could only watch as more angels fell into Hell.

The war had arrived.

And there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Roo: Play time~

Lucifer should've known not to jinx it.

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inuhalfdemon · 2 days

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No One Can Know...(16/?)

Word Count: 5, 842 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 16

"Now there's nothing left behind, nothing left of you.

Voices start to change...faces re-arrange,

Eyes roll back and hands are pulling you down,

They're dragging you beneath,

Blood between your teeth...

You'll sleep when the shadow moves over your...black eyes."

- The Birthday Massacre

With less than a few weeks left before extermination day; Lucifer and Alastor were finding less and less alone time for themselves.

It was becoming clear that not all fortifications that could be made would be made on time.

There just was too much to do with such a small group to get it done with. Lucifer and Charlie met regularly now; deciding what areas deserved priority and what areas could be sacrificed in the line of defense. Alastor checked and double checked that the cannibals were fully prepared; that they would be armed appropriately; that they knew which wave would advance and when; ensuring that each and every one of them were still fully willing and dedicated to the cause.

Satisfied and confident that the cannibals were, in fact, ready – Alastor then began collaborating with both Vaggie and Sir Pentious; using their knowledge and experience in formulating the best plans for attack – knowing very well that Alastor’s shield would very likely only serve to buy them some time to prepare for the full assault.

Alastor too, took special care in monitoring the comings and goings of all Voxtech drones into their territory. Finding no real threat from the tech, he let Vox be as nosy as the pompous prick wished to be – finding the TV man’s outward involvement entirely inconsequential to the ongoing preparations.

Because there was less free time and because there was potential for added risks to Alastor being away for any length of time now, Alastor made it a point to invite Lucifer to the Hazbin Hotel every night. Some nights they discussed plans, some nights they bickered in the lobby or over a few drinks at the bar, and some nights they just spent time together – reading, playing at cards or just….conversing. Some of the later nights turned to fucking or intimacy of some form; others found them simply tiredly dragging themselves together into Alastor’s bed, sleeping soundly beside each other; and still - on other late nights - Lucifer would bid Alastor his own goodnight before taking leave and returning to the hotel to continue their work in the morning.

One week before Heaven’s planned attack; Alastor and Lucifer were asleep together in Alastor’s bed. It was very late when Alastor felt his shadow touch him; waking him in complete darkness. His ears twitched and tweaked swiftly; then nodding to his shadow he sat up to wake Lucifer.

“I’m very sorry to wake you…but, do you think you could shift form? Someone is coming.”

“Huh, what?” Lucifer blinked at him; clearly not fully awake yet.

“I said-“ Just then, the faintest, most quietest of knocks came from the hotel room door.

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he jolted up, realizing.

“You can stay….if you’d like.” Alastor offered. “Or you can go home, but I have to see to this.” Alastor told him, getting up; he quickly found his pair of black sweats to slip into before drifting into shadow and disappearing completely.

Alastor’s shadow motioned for Lucifer. Waving his hand, Lucifer made sure all of his belongings were moved from the room and then he quickly shifted his form into a small, white ermine; quickly darting off of the bed and after the shadow. Lucifer curled himself under a dresser and the shadow pressed in on him as Alastor drifted back into the room; carrying a very distressed Niffty.

The small demon clung to him with little hands; her tiny body shaking with sobs.

Alastor held her close; his ears drawn back as he spoke softly to her. “It was just another night terror, my dear…I’m here.”

Niffty choked out more sobs, whimpering against his chest as Alastor stepped up and into the bed, sitting with her held tightly in his arms. He rocked her back and forth; humming to some old southern tune that Lucifer didn’t recognize.

Lucifer laid still, listening intently with perked small and round ears.

It took some time but Niffty’s sobs and whimpers slowly died; turning to a soft crying. Alastor spoke to her again; talking to her in hushed tones…asking her about her day and what funny thing Angel or Sir Pentious might have said or done that made her laugh recently. Niffty struggled to verbalize at first; making small noises and nods before she found her voice and was able to softly speak with him. She said something to Alastor that Lucifer didn’t quite catch and Alastor chuckled lightly; still holding her close. Not long after that, she was asleep in his arms. Shifting himself slowly and carefully so as not to wake her; Alastor laid down with her – her little body tucked tightly underneath one arm.

Alastor’s shadow lifted; darting to Alastor and disappearing into its master.

Lucifer slunk himself out from underneath the dresser; glancing at the space just beneath the door and wondering if he should leave. A movement at the corner of his eye turned his head and he saw Alastor’s arm stretching to him from the bed; palm open and dipped to the ground.

With smooth movements, Lucifer’s ermine form leapt from the floor; onto the palm of Alastor’s outstretched hand and up his arm. Diving into the covers; he turned and slid himself against Alastor’s side – opposite from Niffty – and poked his ermine head out just enough to look up at Alastor with small black eyes.

Alastor brought his arm back up; wrapping it around the ermine and scratching the little head gently between the ears with the tips of his claws. Lucifer grinned at him with small, sharply pointed teeth; flicking a small ear at the pleasurable scratching before circling in place to curl himself into a tight, soft ball of fur against Alastor.

Pulling both small and tired bodies close to his sides; Alastor drifted off to sleep.

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“Well, you look like shit. Didn’t get much sleep last night, huh?” Lucifer joined Alastor on the sofa; leaning back and holding his steaming cup of tea.

Alastor was visibly tired; his smile less stretched across his face, eyes and ears all drooping. He was dressed in his black dress pants and shirt but his jacket and staff were placed aside.

“Not really…” Alastor sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “And, with everything we’ve had to do around here, I don’t get much time to sleep throughout parts of the day like I’m used to either.”

“Ah, yes because your…creep-, creeped-…uh, no fuck; creepy-?“

“Because I’m crepuscular.” Alastor finished, lifting his coffee with a groan.

“Yes! That!” Lucifer smiled as if happy with himself. “Well, I had a lovely night of restful sleep myself. I should weasel my way into your bed more often.” He lifted and dropped his eyebrows; grinning widely.

“Keep making jokes like that, and you’ll never be allowed in my bed again.”

“Oh…tired and cranky.” Lucifer prodded him.

Alastor lifted his mug, taking a deep swallow from it, while lifting his other hand and giving Lucifer a very raised and very pointed middle finger.

Lucifer erupted in a bout of snickering.

His giddiness subsiding, Lucifer asked Alastor, “So…does she get the night terrors often?”

“Niffty?” Alastor looked at Lucifer; surprised that he was asking and blinking with tiredness. “Not as often...no. I think this is the first one she’s had since coming to the hotel. I’m sure the stress from everything that’s happening is what brought it on. She’s more attune to things than she lets on; more than what people normally would perceive. The night terrors they…come from a place of horrible trauma.”

Lucifer nodded, understanding.

Alastor had moved his coffee so that he was holding the mug in both of his hands; his eyes staring off into the cup, lost in his thoughts.

“Does it bother you?” Lucifer asked him quietly, tipping his teacup and swirling the contents absent-mindedly. “That you have to keep secrets from her?”

“Heh, not really.” Alastor chuckled. “The girl is obsessed with writing something she calls ‘fanfiction’…I really don’t wish to add any kind of fuel to that fire.”

“Fan-what?”

“Fanfiction.”

“What is it?”

“I haven’t the faintest idea.”

“Well, is it like a genre or?”

“No…it’s- Well, she writes a collection of stories about people she knows - or imagines - in the most bizarre and absurd situations you could possibly envision. It’s….well, I can’t explain because I simply don’t understand it.” He shrugged.

Throwing back his coffee; Alastor set the mug down and asked, “What about you? Are you bothered that Charlie can’t know about….well, about any of this?”

“Yeah…I mean, it just makes everything feel kind of…off, you know? I’m trying to be there for her and support her in every way that I can, but at the same time…I can’t be honest with her and that’s…well, it’s hard.”

“What do you think she’d say about…whatever this is?” Alastor gestured awkwardly.

“This? This? As in us? What you and I are doing?” Lucifer asked him.

“Yes.” Alastor told him; exasperated by Lucifer needing the clarification.

Lucifer laughed. “Eh, she’d get it.”

“What?” Alastor stared at him, waiting for the punchline. Then, when none came: “You can’t be serious.”

“Why wouldn’t I be serious?” Lucifer asked him, clearly not joking. “She’s an adult. She’s the Princess of Hell. She’s not sheltered, Al. She knows what Lilith and I get up to; we’ve never been secretive with her – well, not until now, anyway. She won’t care about the things you and I have been doing. behind closed doors but...” He sighed. “She is going to care that we kept it hidden from her. You’re supposed to be someone she can turn to; look to for guidance and I’m her father…we’re supposed to be the people she can lean on; not the ones who are there to deceive her.

Alastor’s ear tweaked at that, but he offered nothing for a reply.

“I’m very…proud of her.” Lucifer said, becoming emotional. “She’s finding her own way…really coming into her own. Lilith was right – we should have pursued this long ago.”

“So…no cold feet this time, then?” Alastor asked him.

“No…” Lucifer shook his head, swallowing down his emotion. “Not this time.”

Alastor considered him; seeing a hard look in Lucifer’s expression and he knew that the angel was fully committed.

But, will you hold to that commitment…once you’re faced with Adam?

Alastor was made very aware of the deal made between Adam and Lilith; that Lilith had promised him an eventual powerful and ruling position over all of the sinners in Hell in exchange for whatever access she had currently been granted into Heaven. Her and Lucifer had even sweetened the pot; offering the annual exterminations for Adam to exercise and establish his authority; use them as a means to “reduce Hell’s growing overpopulation” – the exception to these killings being: all Hell-born kind.

It wasn’t lost on Alastor though, that despite all of this – and Adam’s obvious greater newfound lust for power and control – Lucifer was one of only a few beings to be both alive and present for the creation of Adam. Alastor wasn’t even entirely sure that Lucifer hadn’t had a hand in it.

Per Lilith’s instructions, they were to do everything they could to spare Adam – refrain from killing him, if they could avoid it, but if push-came-to-shove…they would do so.

Alastor had no reservations with killing Adam, but he suspected Lucifer might have a few.

“So, speaking of time…we’ve got some now.” Lucifer pulled Alastor from his thoughts, shooting him a coy smile.”

“No, we don’t.” Alastor told him. “Charlie wants us to attend another one of her activities this morning. Did you forget?”

“Well, no…I hadn’t forgotten. But, there is something called a ‘quickie’.” He smirked.

“Don’t you and I already have…plans? Tonight?” Alastor asked him, steadily.

“….yes.” Lucifer allowed.

“Then, let’s stick with those.” Alastor told him grumpily; getting up to go get his jacket and his staff.

“Well, fuck…you really do need a nap.”

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“Okay, everyone: Charlie’s on her way down but I’m going to go ahead and split everyone off into pairs before she gets here. We don’t have a lot of time - with everything we still have left to get done this week - so this will be a quick one!” Vaggie started right in, directing them. “You guys are going to pair up and find a common interest that you share with each other!”

“Lucifer, Angel – you’re a pair! Alastor, Cherri – time to hit it off! Husker, Sir Pentious….”

Everyone broke off and went to find their partners. They were in the lobby again and Charlie had left out one of the long tables with the stacks of papers and pens; should anyone like to utilize the resource. Lucifer and Angel immediately began talking and laughing with each other; both heading over to the table. Angel slipped a sheet of paper from the stack and quickly went to scribbling something on the blank page as they chatted happily.

Cherri strolled up to stand next to Alastor; not a hint of hesitation in her approach.

She blew out a large bubble from her gum, popping it loudly.

“Hello, Miss Cherr-“ Alastor started in, meaning to start into his typical and polite greeting.

“Ah, fuck yeah!” She burst in, interrupting him – clearly excited. “Your radio show kicks ass, mate!” She threw an enthusiastic punch to the air and Alastor’s teeth clenched in his wide smile, thinking for a moment she meant to hit or touch him amidst the outburst.

“Do you take requests!?” Cherri shifted back, leaning heavily on one hip; smiling and staring widely at him with her one gleaming eye.

“Pardon?”

Charlie came down to the lobby then, smiling widely and bouncing happily until she noted one of the pairings. Gasping, she went and found Vaggie.

“You put my dad with Angel!?”

“Yeah…is that not okay?” Vaggie asked her, looking toward the pair.

“I just worry things might turn to…inappropriate subjects…between those two.” Charlie told her.

Vaggie laughed. “Charlie…Angel knows your dad is the King of Hell. He might make a few distasteful jokes but I doubt that even he’d be that leud in front of your dad.”

“It’s not Angel that I’m worried about.” Charlie confessed.

“Huh?” Vaggie looked at her, saw the serious expression on her partner’s face then looked back to Lucifer and Angel. They were leant over the table, very focused on what Angel was doing with the paper and pen; conversing very seriously with each other. Oh…no.

Just then, ACDC’s Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap erupted loudly from where both Alastor and Cherri were standing from across the room. The song boomed from Alastor’s microphone staff that he held in front of him. Alastor was smiling impishly as Cherri head banged beside him to the lyrics, her voice singing with the rock music:

“Dirty deeds and they’re done dirt cheap! Dirty deed and they’re done dirt cheap!”

Whooping and cheers filled the lobby; the music dying as laughter followed.

Meanwhile; Angel and Lucifer’s enthusiasm for what they were discussing rose, their voices becoming louder so that others in the room could hear what they were saying:

“….and, this is very important,” Angel was saying. “You wanna go slow; alright? You don’t wanna just get things all hot and heavy before you add a little spiciness in to the mix, if you get my drift.”

Lucifer nodded quickly, “Hm, yes…I could see why.”

“Right?” Angel was telling him; “And, make sure you get those juices flowing, you know. A bit of pounding here and there is all good and fine but you really want things dripping and wet before you –“

“ANGEL!!!” Vaggie yelled and everyone froze.

“What!?” He glared at her over his shoulder; obviously annoyed by the interruption.

“Family…friendly.” Vaggie growled between clenched teeth.

“What’s more family friendly than sharing an Italian Pot Roast recipe?” Angel asked innocently, lifting the paper and showing a list of ingredients and directions for cooking the dish. Vaggie deflated; slapping a palm to her face.

Charlie gripped her gently by the shoulders; reassuring her. “Sorry, guys…” Charlie told them. “Judging from context, we thought you both might be discussing…other things.”

Lucifer and Angel looked at each other; seeing the look on each other’s faces they burst out into loud and shaking laughter.

Lucifer was bent over; holding his gut. “You thought…you thought I was asking the porn star for tips!?” He choked out and they both roared louder. “I mean…” Lucifer started to compose himself, wiping tears from the corner of one eye. “Maybe…if he had any good ideas for something suspensory.”

“Oh, I’ve got a few!” Angel told him excitedly, reaching for another piece of paper. “We talking rope, cable, chains; vertical, horizontal, inverted…whatcha want?”

“Hm…maybe something simple to begin with, I’ve never actually tried it before.” Lucifer told him and they leaned back over the table while the others stood staring at them both in complete silence.

“Okay, so first you need to consider the kind of suspension you’re going for. You’ll likely need a solid counterweight too - Oh! And, a release! - So…” Angel was quickly drawing.

A long black tentacle quickly slid itself across the table; touching the paper and combusting it into a bright flare of green flames.

Angel and Lucifer both jumped back; Angel yelling an indignant: “Hey!”

“Okay, well I think…that’s good work…for today!” Charlie awkwardly managed, watching Alastor’s tentacle retreat back into his back as he glared at Angel and Lucifer with open disgust. “Great job, everyone!”

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“Does that feel okay? It’s not too tight, is it?” Lucifer asked Alastor, finishing with a knot.

“No…I think it feels fine.” Alastor told him; testing the restraint.

Lucifer sat behind him, fully naked; focusing on the Shibari-styled chicken wing tie he was applying to one of Alastor’s arms. Satisfied with the one he had completed; he moved to Alastor’s other arm – lifting the arm above and behind Alastor’s head, setting it folded against his shoulder and neck so that it rested comfortably in place. Uncoiling the length of soft, twisted cotton; he wound the rope in a spiraling pattern; replicating all of the previous knots he had made to the other limb.

Alastor leaned forward in the bed; giving him room to work. He, himself, sat in the bed dressed in only his black boxers; the sheets and covers draped across his bare legs as Lucifer went about placing the rope restraints that he wanted.

“You couldn’t just do all of this with a wave of your hand?” Alastor asked him.

“Well, yeah, I could.” Lucifer told him, securing another knot. “But, that kind of takes the fun out of it. It’s foreplay.”

“This is foreplay?” Alastor snorted; then Lucifer finished what he was doing behind him and moved to the front; eyes on the placement of his rope and knots. He was already sporting a sizeable erection. “Oh…okay.”

“I-uh…I really like this sort of thing.” Lucifer told him, blushing. “Okay, everything still feels alright?”

Alastor tested both arms now. “Yes.”

“There’s no pinching or extra tightness anywhere?” Lucifer asked.

“Luci…” Alastor sighed, exasperated.

“I know, I know, but I want to make sure it’s done right. This is all still new for you and I- I don’t want any of it to be a bad experience because of something I did.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, your majesty, but I am quite alright.”

“Oh, I am your majesty, now?” Lucifer teased him; moving himself and pushing Alastor into laying down so that he was sitting straddled on Alastor’s chest – still checking and making adjustments.

“Luci…your dick is in my face.”

“Well, just deal with it for a second, I gotta do a couple of more things.”

“Hm…” Alastor shifted; lifting his pelvis and lower back sharply so that Lucifer slid closer to him, the devil’s hips resting at his shoulders.

“Hey!” Lucifer objected sharply before Alastor took his dick into his mouth. “You sly fucker…”

Alastor grinned up at him; eyes wickedly gleaming.

“Whatever, I’m still doing this.” Lucifer went back to his adjustments with the rope – doing his absolute best to ignore the fact that Alastor was presently licking and softly sucking at his tight cock.

It became quickly apparent that Lucifer wasn’t going to maintain his composure for much longer. Satisfied with the results of his intricate bindings; he pretended to be re-evaluating everything further – out of sheer spite – while Alastor loudly sucked and slurped at him below.

Lucifer shuddered and Alastor hummed against him; eyes closed – tongue and mouth working slowly and sensuously against Lucifer’s throbbing sex.

Fuck…is he making up for lost time? For a guy who’s never sucked cock before he seems really into it now.

Alastor tilted his face and Lucifer’s penis slid in deeper. The angel’s head leant back and he groaned as he began to move his hips; griding himself against the roof of Alastor’s mouth.

Tasting pre-cum; Alastor tightened his suction – tongue teasing at Lucifer’s tip as the angel loudly began to huff and pant – his member curving and twitching sharply just before he released himself.

“Ah…” Lucifer panted; pulling himself away from Alastor’s wet and lapping tongue. “You’re a fucking natural at that…”

Alastor grinned; sharp-pointed yellow teeth flashing back up at him.

Lucifer shifted himself; pushing the sheets and covers away with his feet as he lay himself across Alastor.

His clawed hands raked down the skin of Alastor’s chest – leaving raised and red markings in their path. Feeling the effects of his restraint; Alastor bent backward; lifting himself into the intensity of the touch. Lucifer leant close, kissing and nipping at the skin stretched taut at Alastor’s collar bone; sending tingles and ripples of pleasure traveling downward.

Alastor’s back felt like it could curl with pleasure and he strained against the intricate webbing of ropes that held him bound. The soft lines and knots pressed into his skin; held him fast - sending more pulsing sensations all throughout his body from the nerve points they laid against and made contact with.

Lucifer pressed himself closer; hands kneading and exploring Alastor’s upper body. Teeth scraping and tongue lapping at heated skin. Alastor groaned deeply; his body lifting and twisting beneath Lucifer as he became flooded by sensual sensation.

Shifting; Lucifer slid himself down – pressing a hand to Alastor’s lower abdomen and sinking his palm down behind the waistband of Alastor’s black boxers and finding his groin. He palmed and teased at Alastor’s bulging length; encouraging a gentle buck from Alastor’s pelvis into his hand.

Lucifer laughed softly; hand twisting and claw piercing through and into the fabric; slicing through it with ease.

“Hope these weren’t precious to you in some way.” Lucifer growled, pulling the torn cloth from around Alastor’s waist.

Panting and sweating now; Alastor offered him no reply.

Chuckling; Lucifer appreciated the vibrant red he had flushed into Alastor’s chest and face. It made the radio demon look so lovely – laying there; strung up and wanting beneath him- all by Lucifer’s own hand.

Taking the boxers, Lucifer tore at the cloth. Winding it into a thick strip; he raised himself so that he was leaning over Alastor.

“How about…we try something else that’s new.” He breathed; raising the strip to Alastor’s face with both hands and tying the clothing securely behind the deer demon’s twitching ears.

Cutting through the fog of pleasure; Alastor felt a sharp tightness in his chest before his world went completely dark…

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“ALASTOR!”

Alastor slow blinked, slowly coming to but feeling terribly disoriented.

“Ah, hell…Al! Can you hear me!?”

Lucifer was slapping at his cheek; but Alastor could barely feel it.

Alastor tried to lift his head – the room was full of the scent of burning dust and wires…he could feel a static humming all across his skin…

Alastor blinked more quickly, and his vision became less and less blurred.

“AL!?” Lucifer continued to yell at him; a panicked worry set across his face.

Finally, Alastor tilted his head. “Wha-what happened?” He mumbled, nearly incoherently.

“Oh, fuck!” Lucifer gasped out at him. “Oh, fucking Christ….you’re good. Okay…”

“Luci…what -?” He tried to sit up but found that his neck was shackled to the bed.

“I thought you passed out!” Lucifer was nearly yelling at him; clearly frantic. “But, then you started shifting form and I – I had to –“ He gestured at the heavenly bonds. “You…you went wild, Al…I didn’t know what else to do!”

A sharp clarity cut into Alastor’s psyche and he suddenly jerked; feeling the restraint of the ropes pinning his arms behind his head, the chains and the shackles binding him tightly to the bed; an overwhelming panic gripped him.

“Al, don’t!” Lucifer told him, loudly but no longer yelling. “You need to calm down.”

Alastor fought harder against the restraints. “FUCKING LET ME GO!” He snarled; spit flying from his mouth.

“I can’t!” Lucifer told him desperately. “You need to chill the fuck out; you could hurt yourself if I do, and I don’t want to turn this into an even bigger stress response.”

A terrible heart-wrenching keening tore from Alastor’s chest – his eyes widened in a crazed madness; glazing as he saw the coils of wire tightening against him; flares of electricity sparking through the darkness and flashing consoles erupting across his vision.

“FUCKING HELL!!! STOP IT!!!” Lucifer roared at him. “IT’S NOT REAL!!!”

Lucifer shifted form; his six wings bursting from his back and quickly unfurling around both of them.

“LOOK AT ME!!!” Lucifer was yelling. “I’M REAL! I’M HERE!”

Alastor’s head bent back; seeing the wings – the brilliant colors of red and white feathers…hearing the soft sounds of their movement and feeling the soft rush of air that their sudden existence created.

Immediately; all the smells and imagery that Alastor had been perceiving diminished and he shivered and shook- stretched out and naked in the bed; drenched in a cold sweat. Tears – involuntarily - were running down his face; his ears flattening tightly against his head.

“There! There we go!” Lucifer told him; shifting his wings so that they bent securely around them; not daring to touch Alastor quite yet.

Alastor’s shaking became more violent; he was very nearly chattering his teeth now.

“I’m not going to touch you….okay, but I’m going to pull up some of these blankets.” Lucifer yanked at the duvet; lifting it and covering Alastor with the heavy comforter. “Just…breathe for a second…you’re fucking hyperventilating. Can you feel it?”

Alastor’s ears twitched at the question and he tried to focus on what Lucifer was directing him to do. His chest was so painfully tight… Tilting his head back, he groaned low in his throat as he mentally fought with himself, forcing air through his nose and out through his mouth.

“That’s it! Good.” Lucifer encouraged him; eyes wide.

Alastor took more breaths in that way – each inhale becoming stronger, longer…and his body finally began to respond. The tightness in his chest loosened; giving way to even slower and fuller breathing. His heart rate began to lower by steady increments; locked muscles releasing in incredible relief.

Lucifer sighed, feeling a relief of his own.

“I’m going to take these away now.” Lucifer lifted the golden links. “I know your first instinct might be to burn those ropes away once I do but, please…try to endure it a little longer.” Lucifer moved his hand, and the shackle and chains were gone.

Alastor gave a huge and shaking breath out; closing his eyes and squeezing tears onto his face. With the heavenly bonds gone; his shadow slid from him – attaching itself to the wall; moving and watching Alastor from there with concern.

“Did you want to sit up?” Lucifer asked him; hovering close to Alastor but still not touching him.

“No..” Alastor’s throat felt tight and he swallowed. “I think-I think I’m fine.”

Lucifer nodded, watching him closely.

“Do you think you’ll be tolerant to my touching you?”

“Yes…Luci.”

Folding his wings and shifting back to form; Lucifer climbed onto the bed. Helping Al sit up and forward, he quickly checked his ropework; being especially attentive toward finding any lacerations or areas where Alastor’s circulation had been cut-off. Finding nothing amiss or concerning; he touched the ropes, and the binds immediately dissipated beneath his fingers.

Alastor went to move his arms and Lucifer cautioned him: “Slowly…”

Carefully stretching his arms out in a slow motion; Alastor felt the aching twinge of overworked muscles.

Lucifer watched him work out the stiff soreness from his arms; noting that Alastor’s breathing had settled and he was no longer shaking.

“You feeling ok? Think you can get yourself dressed while I go find you some food?”

“I don’t really feel like I could stomach anything cooked right now…”

“I thought you might say that; I was actually going to haul that smelling deer carcass you’ve been gnawing on for the past several weeks out from the bayou.”

Alastor’s stomach made a loud squelching sound; almost as if in answer to the suggestion.

“God, you’re such a fucking freak…” Lucifer shook his head

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Lucifer left Alastor to dine as he liked; choosing instead to explore Alastor’s bayou in the form of the white ermine he had taken most recently. It still amazed him; how flawlessly and naturally the dimension butted up against the room in the hotel. Nothing about it was synthetic in structure; the bayou was a natural bayou – through and through. Lucifer found genuine enjoyment in darting and trotting through the reedy cattails; and in climbing over and under dead logs to cross the mud-filled bogs. He chased and leapt at the buzzing dragonflies and even hunted a field mouse; pausing briefly only when he heard the sound of a grunting gator coming from nearby in the swamp – the sound of it sending the fur along his back and down his tail to stand straight on end.

When Alastor had finished with his meal; his shadow slinked out into the bayou to retrieve Lucifer; finding him curiously investigating some bank burrow – possibly belonging to a muskrat or a nutria that utilized the resource. He quickly turned away from his investigations; darting playfully and agilely after the shadow as they cut their way from the swamp and back to the hotel.

Stepping back into the hotel room; Lucifer shifted back to form - dressed in only his grey sweatpants. He found Alastor tired and sitting on the sofa, likewise, wearing his black sweats. Lucifer produced a glass of water; setting it down on the small coffee table beside the sofa and close to Alastor. Alastor eyed the glass; lifting an eyebrow.

“I’m going to run you a bath and then I’m going to change out the sheets; that glass better be empty when I’m done.” Lucifer told him; walking away.

Alastor made a disgusted sound. “I’m not a child.”

“No.” Lucifer told him, stopping and turning to look at him. “But, I’m holding myself responsible for…what happened. Our session wasn’t what I wanted it to be, but things still got intense, Al. Let me at least do this part right.”

Alastor sighed, looking away. Even if it wasn’t your fault…?

“Do you want to talk about it?” Lucifer asked him.

“No.” Alastor’s answer was reflexive but firm.

“Then, we won’t.” Lucifer told him, leaving the room.

Lucifer started on the bath and switched out the sheets to the bed in Alastor’s bedroom. Seeing the lengths of rope that were left and finding the makeshift blindfold – he sent it all away. Done with that; he went back to the sofa – noting the empty water glass.

“Bath is ready. I’ll let you go do your thing.” Lucifer told him; sitting down heavily onto the sofa.

“What are you going to do?” Alastor asked him.

Lucifer laughed. “Probably have a fucking drink; I don’t know…”

“Are you going to go?”

“Do you want me to?” Lucifer asked him.

“…no, not particularly.”

Lucifer assessed his demeanor; quickly realizing…

He doesn’t want to be left alone…

Lucifer sighed. “Fuck…I’m sorry, Al.” Alastor’s ear turned at that and Alastor looked at him.

“I’ve only ever been on the one side these…sort of things.” Lucifer explained. “I don’t know what the Hell I’m doing…Thank god, for Lilith. She always knew what to do.”

And, your not exactly an open book…

“What…what triggered it?” Alastor asked him; ears raising – standing straighter.

“I don’t know. I wanted to ask you that….maybe, the blindfold? Maybe the ropes? Both? When did something change or feel different?”

“I’m…not sure. I’m having trouble remembering…If anything, it should have been the ropes but, I don’t think that did it.”

“Well, we’ll avoid blindfolds for a while.” Lucifer then made a face. “Actually, maybe it’s best that we stop what we’re doing entirely.”

Alastor’s head snapped to the side at that. “I don’t want that.”

“I didn’t mean-“

“I don’t care.” Alastor shook his head. “I don’t-“ He swallowed, ears tilting back. Then, he sighed.

Alastor tilted his head back, pressing his eyes closed. “Could I…forgo the bath? Could we…could we just…?”

“Yes. Of course…”

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They entered the bedroom. Alastor paused as Lucifer went to the bedside; pulling back the freshly made covers.

“Why don’t I get see more of your wings?” Alastor asked him, wondering.

“Heh,” He laughed lightly. “Probably for much of the same reasons that I don’t get to see more of your tail.” Lucifer told him. “I’m not exactly proud of my wings, Al.”

“I find that hard to believe.” Alastor replied.

“But, you understand?”

“I might if they were the same things.”

“Because, I wouldn’t choose to hide my regrets from the world if I could be given such a choice?” Lucifer asked him, icily.

Alastor’s ears laid back at that.

“God, Al…” Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose; squeezing his eyes shut. “I didn’t mean to be so…bitter. I’m…sorry.”

Lucifer looked at Alastor and his heart sank.

“You’re exhausted…”

Reaching for Alastor; Lucifer pulled him with him into the bed.

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Late into the night - Alastor shifted; unable to sleep. He moved himself so that he sat at the edge of the bed – steadying his breathing. It seemed like every time he closed his eyes…sparks and flashing screens haunted his mind. His smile twitched at the ends of his mouth and he lifted a hand to his face; leaning into the palm and feeling a sharp sting at the corners of his eyes.

There was a movement behind him and then wings unfurled and stretched out over him – curving up and around him as if they were his own - feathers caressing him softly as they closed gently around him; pulling him back so that he was pressed tightly against Lucifer as the angel held him in his arms. Lucifer tightly held him there – saying nothing; wings securely folded and pressing him closer. Alastor shook against his bare chest; refusing to release the ragged sob that meant to claw its way out of his chest.

I can’t change the damage that’s been done…

But, maybe…you could help me to forget….

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