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Alastor had no right to look as tempting as he did.

The sinner was sweating, snarling, and shaking as Lucifer hauled him to his bedroom. 

Nothing about the groggy, volatile, lanky form being forcefully moved over Lucifer’s shoulder screamed attractive.

 Well, except for the slutty waist that Lucifer was currently holding tight to while he carried the recalcitrant deer. 

No one should have a waist that was so graspable if they didn’t routinely fuck, and Lucifer was well aware that, for his many faults, Alastor did not indulge in the sin of Lust. 

“Put me down this instant!” Alastor demanded through a defiant whisper. It was a testament to how badly off he was that it was the only objection he could muster.

“Stop, struggling bellhop, or I’ll have to punish you,” Lucifer warned.

Alastor stiffened under his hold but felt silent. 

Lucifer is surprised that he hasn’t disappeared via his shadows, but he wonders if, in his current state, he can even call upon them.

Leave it to the stubborn bastard to rather die quietly than to ask for help with the massive wound that Adam had left on his chest—one of the many contradictory things about Alastor that fascinates Lucifer.

Lucifer was pleased to be part of his daughter’s life, but he is thriving now that he has someone to banter back and forth with. Lucifer missed Charlie but hadn’t had anyone to be adversarial with in years. At least none that were this interesting.

Charlie had sent him to check on her “friend” when the bastard hadn’t shown up to dinner, and Lucifer had been too happy for an excuse to go needle his favorite target. It had been an afternoon that lacked stimulation and physical contact.

Alastor has been the only source of both that Lucifer has responded to since Lilith left.

Which is why Lucifer thinks his wires have gotten crossed when it comes to Alastor. Lucifer had been looking forward to seeing the Radio Demon growl and grumble when he appeared, but instead, all his thoughts shifted when he found the creepy bastard almost comatose and defenseless on the floor. 

Lucifer doesn’t know why he doesn’t alert the others. 

Granted, he alone is the only person in the building that can deal with a wound of this magnitude, but it would be a good opportunity for Charlie to see her Dad save the day, and show her the limits of Alastor’s powers and flaws.

Except that he knows that Alastor would not appreciate being made a spectacle of, and Lucifer prefers to have him all to himself.

Lucifer quietly picks him up and carries him to his room.

Technically, he thinks that he should have been able to heal him in Alastor’s room and just tuck him into bed, but Lucifer isn’t one to pass up on a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to have Alastor completely under his thumb.

Lucifer hoped that his fixation with the deer demon would dissipate after being able to crack Alastor open and get him to open up.

 Besides, he needed to get to the bottom of whatever arrangement he had made with Charlie before determining his next move.

It would be nice to concentrate on his ducks more fully again and take a healthy interest in the hotel without fixating on that dumb Radio Demon.

Lucifer didn’t know what about Alastor drove him so insane, but he knew that it verged on the realm of sexual attraction. Technically, Alastor is his type. 

Tall, slim, charming, and musical, it was a shame he had such an awful attitude to match. It, however, did little to dampen Lucifer’s desire for him, and since he knew that anything else was unlikely to occur between them, he saw no reason to change how they acted around each other.

Lucifer figured that he was pent up and needed to expend some energy. Charlie seemed to understand that, but would still push for them to be more civil to each other.

Until now, at least, it could be said that life in the hotel was never boring.

Lucifer lays the lean sinner on his bed and revives him by purging some of the putrid angelic energy that is killing him from the inside out. Alastor is still mostly unconscious.

The wound is far deeper than Lucifer had expected, and it is hard to believe that Alastor has managed to hide it thus far, much less function.

“I don’t know if you are strong or stubborn,” Lucifer comments as he begins to look at Alastor.

 However, when Lucifer opens up Alastor’s shirt, he discovers something that intrigues him far more than the wound.

Two sweet, supple small breasts with perfect rosy nipples, begging to be plucked and sucked till they turn dark with attention. Waiting for Lucifer to mark them up.

Well, that clarifies the attraction a little.

Lucifer is roused from his musings by a pained groan. He continues to heal Alastor and changes the thrum of the energy he is using to something a little warmer.

Alastor’s eyes seem to focus on him and widen in shock.

“What are you doing?” Alastor questions, his hands immediately going to close the edges of his shirt. 

“Healing you,” grumbles Lucifer, pretending Alastor’s recoil doesn’t irritate him.

“Why?” gasps Alastor. He had finally taken a full breath that didn’t feel like inhaling glass, and he seemed to be wondering what the cost would be. 

Lucifer knows that look, and he decides that he wants to get to the point of the evening in which he can openly play with Alastor, now that he has discovered what interesting attributes he has.

“What is a favor between friends?” teases Lucifer with a knowing smile that borders on something sharper.

Alastor’s eyes widen in surprise at the word; he is not as controlled as usual and has let his guard down at the worst time.

“Sire,” Alastor begins

“Oh, not your Shortness now, it seems that you have made a deal with my dear Charlotte,” Lucifer summarizes, as Alastor blushes crimson on his cheeks. 

He had been looking so gray lately that Lucifer had forgotten what a pretty color the deer had when upset.

“She is old enough to make her own deals,” argues Alastor.

“So are you, and in a far more vulnerable position. What can be more important than saving you from an untimely, permanent demise? Care to tell me?” demands Lucifer, but something in how Alastor’s eyes shift makes Lucifer pause.

Alastor shakes his head

“Can you tell me?” Asks Lucifer

Alastor shakes his head defiantly, daring Lucifer to try and force an answer out of him. Instead, Lucifer pulls away from him.

“Oh well, I have taken enough out that you should get another week of life. I am sure that after you die, Charlie will be free of whatever deal you hold over her,” announces Lucifer.

“You can’t heal me?” snarls Alastor in disbelief, his hands falling to the side, exposing his chest. 

“Oh, I can heal you, bellhop, but you don’t seem keen to release Charlie from her obligation to you,” states Lucifer. Alastor’s eyes widen, and Lucifer can almost see the chain that binds him to someone pulse as he thinks about what to say before settling on.

“Understandable, Sire,” answers Alastor, but Lucifer notices that he looks resigned to his fate.

 Interesting that he seems so reluctant to disclose this to Charlie, who is so sweet and soft-hearted that she would try to help him if she knew. 

Which means that perhaps it is beyond her skills for now. This would explain why Alastor is adamant about developing Charlie’s powers, and he is either too proud or sure that Lucifer would refuse to help him. 

This means he has few options, which means he is desperate.

Which is precisely how Lucifer wants him.

 “Unless,” laughs Lucifer.

“Unless, what Sire?” asks Alastor, but he can tell where this is going by the lascivious look that Lucifer gives his chest.

“I couldn’t help but notice these; they make me curious,” Lucifer said, tracing a pattern with his long claws from the wound to palm a small breast.

Alastor’s ears flatten down, but he doesn’t move to cover himself up. It is the most docile Lucifer has ever seen him, and he likes it. Lucifer hums as his thumb strokes over the nipple, and he hears Alastor hiss.

“I would think that the King would have far preferable alternatives,” argues Alastor.

“Luckily for you, I am not too keen on dating after my divorce. It would bring about too much drama within certain social circles in Hell I rather ignore,” Lucifer admits, and that statement elicits a sharp hiss of static from Alastor. Lucifer expects that Alastor will insult his disinterest instead his face is surprised when he speaks.

“Divorce?” Alastor snaps, and while Lucifer had suspicions about who Alastor has a deal with that would require him to seek out a favor from Charlie, his statement confirms it.

“You seem a bit more interested in this now, don’t tell me that you draw the line at adultery?” teases Lucifer.

“I do have certain standards, Sire. Is that far too antiquated a view for you, Sire?” huffs Alastor, the blush has traveled down to bring color squarely to his chest, and Lucifer wants to see more.

“Antiquated? I am older than you can conceive of,” laughs Lucifer. Alastor never fails to amuse him. Human views on morality are so arbitrary to him.

Lucifer likes all forms when it comes to sex.

Alastor seems able to read his expression because his ears rise in indignation.

“Let us speak plainly, Sire, I do not wish to humiliate myself further if you find that what I offer isn’t what you expect. I do not have much experience in physical matters of this kind, and I am unsure what you expected from me, or if you will find the rest of me to your liking. I also don’t want to endure more pain than necessary,” offers Alastor

“Healing will be painful, but given that you have endured walking around like this for months, I think that you will manage it. As far as what you have to offer, I wouldn’t have proposed the idea if I had any reservations. I can assure you that both of us will enjoy our time together and that you will be fully healed,” counters Lucifer.

Alastor seems unconvinced by his pronouncement, but eventually they come to an agreement.

Both of them agree that Charlie wouldn’t understand either of them agreeing to this.

Nor is Alastor ready to open up about why he needs that favor.

Lucifer is to heal Alastor in exchange for a night in which Alastor willingly participates in sex with Lucifer. 

Lucifer is sure that he can earn Alastor’s enthusiastic engagement.

There will be no emotional complications after this, and it will not be discussed with anyone outside of them. Lucifer will be able to get his desire under control after he indulges, and it will have the additional bonus of having a definite upper hand with Alastor. 

Alastor gets to continue to live and continue his machinations under Lucifer’s careful eye and knowing smirk.

Hard to be adversary with someone when you have cried out in pleasure at their mercy.

“Well, let’s get you healed up. Take off your clothes. I am eager to get to the next part of the evening,” Lucifer announces. Alastor turns white at the directive but manages to stand up to his full height.

“Typical,” grumbles Alastor, but he quickly removes his already opened shirt. 

“Excuse me?” asks Lucifer, but Alastor doesn’t stop undressing, and before Lucifer can object, there is a scowling, nude deer sinner in front of him. 

Lucifer’s gaze is drawn away from his sour expression as he takes in the rest of him.

Lucifer’s inexplicable attraction isn’t as bewildering as he thought. Alastor has the kind of body that Lucifer prefers tall, slim, and from the looks of it very flexible. His red hooves are smaller than Lucifer thought, a delicate ankle gives way to lovely legs that lighten as Lucifer’s gaze travels upwards, it makes it look like Alastor is wearing thigh highs. Alastor is holding a hand at an angle to cover his sex, while another arm seems to be clamped around his chest before settling at his side. The putrid, pulsing scar, mars the view, but there is no other word for Alastor’s form, he’s gorgeous.

A tad slimmer than Lucifer would prefer, perhaps, but now that he is standing without anything obstructing the view, Lucifer can admit at least that Alastor is as sexy as the TV Overlord thinks he is, probably more.

Lucifer’s eyes fall to the apex of those long legs, and he sees soft downy fur and no visible cock, which doesn’t surprise him, given Alastor’s breasts, but since this is Hell, things can be a little more mixed up once clothes come off. What does take him by surprise is something soft twitching at his lower back.

“You have a tail,” comments Lucifer.

“Obviously, shall we get started, Sire?” barks Alastor, but his voice is too brittle to be threatening, and Lucifer can tell that he is trying his hardest to seem unperturbed by the turn of events. 

“Hold on. Give us a turn,” Lucifer directs as if bored.

 Alastor blanches but seems to be holding up his end of the bargain, willingly complying with Lucifer’s requests. Alastor turns slowly, revealing a back that is beguiling despite being covered in various scars. His features are beautiful, Lucifer decides. It's no wonder he has so much animosity towards him.

Lucifer isn’t sure if Alastor’s trembling is from the wound or nerves, but he figures it is a mix of both.

The idea that Alastor is more apprehensive about sex with Lucifer than murder or cannibalism makes Lucifer half exasperated, half amused. Then again, the stubborn idiot was ready to pass silently rather than ask Charlie or himself for help.

It would have made things at the Hotel too quiet for Lucifer’s entertainment.

This deal is looking better by the second.

Lucifer would be more solicitous with a normal sinner; he considers himself an attentive partner, but the opportunity to needle Alastor while he is at his mercy is too good to pass up.

“Lie back,” Lucifer instructs while he takes off his coat.

 Alastor makes a face as though he has just swallowed a lemon and been told to lie back and think of England, but he turns to follow Lucifer’s instructions.

To his credit, he walks back towards the bed with all the dignity one can while being exposed, and Lucifer appreciates the view.

 Impossibly small waist and a compact backside. Which is outlined with a short tan that merges into the white outline of a heart. Anyone else would be coyly looking over their shoulder with a come-hither stare, but Alastor climbs on the bed and freezes as he realizes that Lucifer will get an unobstructed view of his sex.

His tail twitches downward for a beat before it rises, shaking, and Alastor crawls on the bed to the point that Lucifer tells him to stop.

“On your back, Alastor, I have to heal you first,” directs Lucifer, and Alastor complies but keeps his eyes on the ceiling. His large eyes dart down when he feels Lucifer crawl to take his place next to him.

Alastor relaxes when he sees that Lucifer is still clothed for now.

 Lucifer studies his chest and traces the wound. It is hot to the touch, and Lucifer knows it must hurt. 

“This part will hurt a bit; you might want to close your eyes,” Lucifer admits before beginning to manifest healing energy.

 Alastor closes his eyes, and Lucifer begins to undo green stitches that practically dissolve at his touch. 

Alastor, for his part, remains stoic and endures what Lucifer knows must be a very painful shifting of flesh as he tears away the pieces that have begun to rot out. Lucifer heals as he goes, replacing the diseased flesh with healthy tissue. 

It is slower but will allow Alastor to have a shorter recuperation window. Which Lucifer needs if he wants to cash in their deal tonight.

Alastor grits his teeth and, save for a few tremors, manages the ordeal almost silently. 

Lucifer digs in his claws harder than he needs to, and he finally earns a restrained sound, but when Lucifer reflexively soothes him, he whimpers.

It is a lovely response.

It leaves Lucifer thinking about what it will take to get a reaction from him in bed. 

Most people need roughness to fall apart. Lucifer knows that, in this case, a soft touch may turn Alastor into a sobbing mess. In order to make the softness elicit the biggest impact, Lucifer needs to push Alastor to his limits.

“You are doing very well. If you are up for it, I can go faster,” proposes Lucifer. 

Alastor opens his eyes and looks down to where Lucifer has his bloody hands buried in his chest. Alastor huffs weakly at the sight.

Lucifer is studying his expression as if trying to read his thoughts.

Alastor is precisely where he has had so many other souls, but he realizes that there is a stark difference between his victims and himself. 

 Lucifer will have far more mercy with him than he ever had with anyone. The Devil will take less from him than Alastor has taken from others, and the realization makes Alastor chuckle.

There is something already so intimate about the moment. Lucifer has his claws wrapped around Alastor’s unbeating heart and then Lucifer’s mouth quirks upwards in bewilderment at his reaction.

 Their eyes meet, and a sliver of trust is acknowledged.

They have made an agreement, and Alastor knows the strength of that vow and trusts it.

“Do it,” answers Alastor, and he closes his eyes again.

A feeling of euphoria that Lucifer recognizes but had almost forgotten travels through his body like electricity; it is reinvigorating.

Lucifer's smile is sharp as he grabs more flesh than he has previously dared to, and gives a harsh tug that rends a sizable chunk of flesh, that drags a howl from Alastor’s chest. Before he can recover, Lucifer does it again, but Alastor remains placid.

Lucifer removes the rotting flesh and begins healing Alastor with meticulous care. Neither Lucifer nor Alastor are aware when Alastor falls asleep but he does.

Alastor opens his eyes to Lucifer running his still bloody hands over the fully healed scar and Alastor’s breasts. Alastor scowls at how freely Lucifer touches him, but he feels it hypocritical to blanch at him touching his breasts when he has had his claws inside his chest cavity.

“You seem to be breathing better,” comments Lucifer as Alastor groans.

He looks down and runs a hand down his own chest. The flesh is as it was before his fight with Adan, in fact Alastor thinks that Lucifer has removed scars that were there prior to his fight with the First Man. He can’t remember the last time his chest looked so pristine.

“I’ll give you a few minutes, and then we can…” Lucifer starts

“Seeing as how you were already taking your due, I'd rather get started,” proposes Alastor, but Lucifer shakes his head.

“I'd rather we get the blood off,” counters Lucifer, holding out his bloody claws. 

“You don’t want to snap your fingers,” responds Alastor. Lucifer sees him try to spark his magic, but the power coming from him is still regenerating. 

“I prefer soap and water for something like this,” answers Lucifer as he stands. He holds his hand out to Alastor to help him rise. Alastor looks at it for a beat before taking it and finds that his legs are still rather wobbly. 

Lucifer can tell that he isn’t particularly thrilled with this development, but he settles Alastor into a large walk-in shower with warm water and watches as Alastor begins to get the blood off. It is always interesting to see how someone treats their body when they cleanse. Lilith would make a show of it, but she was always gentle, sensual. In contrast, Alastor seems to be suffering through touching himself. He is thorough but far too clinical in his movements. 

Lucifer ventures to say that this body isn’t what Alastor was used to in life

He used to love showering with Lilith, worshipping as they got each other clean. 

“Is this clean enough for you, Sire? I am starting to feel like a drowned rat,” snaps Alastor. 

When Alastor clears his face of water with his hands, he finally sees that Lucifer has stripped off everything and is walking towards him.

 Alastor instinctively walks backwards further into the shower as Lucifer gets under the shower head. Lucifer sees that it isn’t just awkwardness around his own body that makes Alastor move so stiffly. His hooves are ill-fitted for wet tile, and he is about to slip. Alastor moves to grasp the wall, but Lucifer simply wraps an arm around his waist to keep him steady.

Alastor only had a few glimpses to admire the King, as vertically challenged as the monarch is, he is almost built like a Greek statue. Defined muscles and an angelic face, the difference is that Alastor can not recall ever seeing one depicted with a cock that looks so ridiculously large. The shorter body pressed against him feels like breathing marble encased in silk. Lucifer’s body heat flush against his wet skin makes him feel as if steam should be rising from his skin. Alastor doesn’t know where to put his hands until he feels a washcloth placed in one while the other is pulled around Lucifer’s shoulder by that whiplike tail. 

“I’ll do your back if you do mine,” Lucifer proposes, and Alastor wraps the free hand around Lucifer, burying the King’s head in his newly healed chest.

Alastor is glad that Lucifer can’t see his face; he is less glad that he can feel what he would be sure is a third arm pressed against his trembling thigh. Alastor is beginning to rinse off Lucifer when he feels a warm, wet heat envelop one of his breasts and suck.

Alastor squeals at the sensation and tries to writhe, but Lucifer has him anchored in place with the strong arm around his waist.

“Sensitive, aren’t we,” hums Lucifer as he looks at Alastor’s face. Alastor’s face is brightly flushed.

“I would prefer that any further explorations take place on a bed, Sire, or at least out of the shower,” demands Alastor, and Lucifer chuckles as he quickly cleans the rest of himself off.

“Let me just finish here, unless you want to give me a hand,” Lucifer muses.

Alastor watches as the King wraps a hand around his cock and gives himself a stroke. He knows that erections get bigger, but Lucifer’s cock is obscene.

Alastor feels his heart rate increase as he realizes that in a few moments, he will become Lucifer’s plaything.

Lucifer guides him out onto the bathroom and since Alastor is having trouble maneuvering the wet tile, Lucifer ends up carrying him to the bed in some sort of perverse mockery of a bridal carry. 

They arrive back at a perfectly clean bed and Alastor doesn’t know if this is how things typically go, but the King slowly directs him on the bed. Alastor sits stiffly at the edge, he keeps looking at Lucifer’s cock apprehensively. 

“Back on the bed as you were before,” directs Lucifer, and Alastor isn’t even aware of standing up and stepping backwards.

 Every instinct he has is telling him to run, escape, bargain for a different outcome. Even though Lucifer has not done anything terrible to him yet. Even though he knows that there is no going back because Lucifer has fulfilled his end of the deal, and now Alastor must comply.

They never specified that Alastor had to be fully willing.

“Alastor,” growls Lucifer

“Sire,” protests Alastor

“We have a deal, get back in this bed,” Commands Lucifer, and it is the first time that Alastor has been afraid the whole evening. He has never seen Lucifer be so upset with him.

“Just a second,” Alastor feels tears build up in his eyes. Lucifer has been pretty patient up until now; surely a few more seconds won’t matter. Alastor should tell him why he needs a second. He doesn’t know why he is so embarrassed about his inexperience.

He realizes his mistakes when he feels a smooth rope wrap his wrists together and drag him forward. Alastor lands face down on the bed, his hands are still bound, and it makes him feel so vulnerable that his ears and tail drop in submission.

Lucifer notices and takes a few breaths to calm down.

“I expect you to comply the first time I ask for things. If you promise to do so, I’ll remove the rope,” clarifies Lucifer before he effortlessly drags Alastor to the middle of the bed.

“Understood,” answers Alastor breathlessly, and he feels the ropes vanish into thin air. Alastor digs his claws into the sheets and holds tight to give himself something to ground him.

Good little deer, thinks Lucifer. 

“Let’s put your promise to the test. It provide me with an opportunity too good to ignore,” announces Lucifer before he starts mapping out every vulnerable inch of Alastor’s body. Alastor has a beautiful body, slim waist, perky breasts, wide hips, and slender thighs that beg Lucifer to put his face between them. Lucifer touches every part of Alastor at leisure.

Despite remaining as still as possible, Alastor feels his breathing increase, and Lucifer takes it as a good sign. 

Lucifer seems to be fascinated with his ears and tail, with his thighs, and breasts, and Alastor feels a strange, unfamiliar heat begin at the apex of his thighs. It still isn’t enough for him to feel as if this is welcomed, and when Lucifer licks the space between his shoulder blades, Alastor gives out an undignified squeak. The silvery scars are a delight to trace with his tongue.

“I like your reactions,” comments Lucifer before pressing his hand against his thigh, and Alastor shakily complies. 

He’s now on his forearms, and his knees are wide apart. Alastor knows that Lucifer is seeing what must be a pornographic scene worthy of Valentino’s films.

It is a moment that seems to stretch on for longer than Alastor thinks it is necessary. Alastor is utterly exposed, the King is studying the most intimate part of his body, and he has yet to say anything.

“Is everything ok?” asks Alastor, wondering if Lucifer is having second doubts.

“I have to say that it is a crime that your pussy is so pretty,” announces Lucifer, and before Alastor can say anything to that, he feels Lucifer’s mouth on him.

“Sire!” gasps Alastor.

Lucifer sucks the sensitive bundle of nerves before pulling off with a pop.  Alastor is trembling underneath him but responding beautifully.

“Say my name,” commands Lucifer.

Alastor complies. 

 That long, sinful tongue slips out and licks a stripe up Alastor’s inner thigh. Eventually, the tail stands up straight, a clear invitation that Alastor’s body is ready for more, though those ears remain in a submissive position.

Lucifer loves the way that Alastor can’t hide his reactions, and seeing the usually reserved and controlled Radio Demon turn into a shivering mess with a few touches is something that Lucifer will think back on often.

Anytime Alastor irritates him in the future, Lucifer will remember reducing him to this.

 The fact that Alastor is soaking his face in slick with just a few touches makes Lucifer feel a gratification that he hadn’t felt in a few years.

Of course, Alastor would give him the kind of reactions that were unpretentious and real. The most reserved ones usually turned into total whores in bed. 

Lucifer hasn’t even brought his hands into play; they are merely holding Alastor’s thighs open and alternating between soft and harsh kisses, licks, and sucks. It is easy to bring Alastor to the brink and then pull back, and Lucifer can hear as his voice grows hoarse as he keeps repeating his name. 

Lucifer loves to eat pussy and aside from Lilith he hasn’t enjoyed going down on a pussy this much ever. 

Alastor tastes surprisingly sweet, and Lucifer wants to see what they taste like together. He will eat him out again after he buries his seed inside Alastor’s womb.

“Agh, ah, ah, Lucifer!” Alastor screams, and he comes into Lucifer’s mouth.

“Fuck Bambi, so responsive, you were made to be fucked,” announces Lucifer. Lucifer could go on for longer, but his erection is now bordering on painful, and he has the rest of the night for more. 

Alastor is a sweaty, incoherent mess when Lucifer situates himself between his legs. Alastor glances back quickly before facing forward again, but it is too late. Lucifer saw everything, how Alastor’s bright red hair and ears are messy from where he has been thrashing around during Lucifer’s treatment of him.

Lucifer even caught a glimpse of how wet his eyes are, and he feels his chest grow with pride at reducing a feared Overlord into a flustered mess. 

Lucifer takes his cock and begins to rub against Alastor’s wet slit, the sight of such a small opening next to his tip makes his horns grow out of his skull. 

Lucifer is expecting a tight fit, but the reality of it is unlike anything he has ever experienced before.

“Fuck you are tight,” Lucifer comments, and he pushes forward slowly until it feels as if he can’t go further. Alastor gives out a soft bleat, a whimper, and he tightens his hold into the bedding beneath him in desperation.

“Too much,” moans Alastor.

“I haven’t even started Bambi,” smirks Lucifer, but there is no levity or relaxation to be had from Alastor. 

Alastor is too tense, practically not breathing, and burying his head into the sheets to muffle some of his sounds.

 Lucifer tries to soothe  Alastor by running his hand down his side, but Alastor remains tense under him.

 It irks Lucifer because it feels like a rejection. He is trying so hard to make this pleasurable for the both of them.

“Alastor, try to breathe,” commands Lucifer, but Alastor only continues to let out more pitiful whimpers.

“It hurts,” confesses Alastor, his voice wavering and younger than Lucifer thought it possible of being.

Lucifer doesn’t know why he feels such intense anger.

Except that Lucifer has been very kind, considering their history. Ensured that Alastor has felt pleasure. If the notorious Radio Demon is trying to pull at his heartstrings, he will find that it will not conclude their deal.

“You can take having me pull your chest cavity apart, but a little bit of cock leaves you crying?” asks Lucifer, but Alastor refuses to look at him.

Well, if it hurts anyway thinks Lucifer.

Lucifer pulls back before pushing forward with a brutal thrust. Nothing about Alastor’s scream seems artificial, and Lucifer worries that perhaps he’s somehow broken something.

He knows that he is bigger, but Alastor is acting like it is his first time having sex, quietly sobbing.

It takes Lucifer longer than he cares to admit to put the pieces together when he looks down and sees blood on the exposed part of his shaft. Lucifer thinks his eyes might pop out of his head due to the shock, but also because it is a captivating sight.

 Alastor’s slender, delicate frame, his cunt opened wide around Lucifer’s cock, his torso shuddering with every sob, the uncontrollable tears that slide down that elegant face and graceful neck.

The shock and guilt that Lucifer felt for a moment morphs into a yearning possessiveness that eclipses everything that has come before this moment.

“You are mine,” growls Lucifer as he thrusts again.

A virgin, Alastor belongs solely to Lucifer.

 Alastor can only sob as the pain gives way to more acute pleasure than what he felt earlier.

 It is deeper, more intense, and when Lucifer pushes against something deep inside Alastor’s belly, it takes his breath away. Lucifer does not seem satisfied with that reaction and seems determined to pull even more out of Alastor. 

 Alastor tears the sheets to shreds when Lucifer grazes the tip of his sharp tail on a spot above where their bodies join together. Alastor knows that it is his clit, but he has seldom paid any mind to that diminutive part of himself.

The stimulation makes him see stars and brings out more tears.

“Lucifer, please,” begs Alastor, though he isn’t sure what he is asking for.

Alastor is left desperate to cling to something other than the bedding to ground himself.

Lucifer feels an obsessive lovesickness bloom in his chest at the sight.

 He has had virgins before, but none have meant anything, none have ever made him feel as feral as he does now.

Lucifer feels so many emotions coursing through him, he braces himself on his elbows so he is flush with Alastor’s back. From this angle, he can make Alastor look at him with that freaky flexibility of his.

Lucifer doesn’t want to miss a single microexpression. The poor deer mewls at the contact of Lucifer’s hard chest against his back and falls forward so his soft breasts rub against the bed. It is overwhelming for Alastor.

For Lucifer, it feels as righteous as Heaven likes to believe it is, as intense as the sea during a storm. It is a feeling that Lucifer hasn’t felt since the conception of Charlie.

Destroying Alastor on his cock makes him feel as euphoric as creating life.

Lucifer can feel how Alastor begins to pulse around him, and he has the presence of mind to push Alastor into the bed by intertwining his hands over Alastor, and guiding him so he is flat against the bed.

Lucifer wants to be as close as possible to Alastor when he cums. Wants to feel as much of that lean body pressed against him as he can get.

Alastor clings to Lucifer’s hands in desperation

Alastor feels Lucifer’s magic compel him to move his head so Lucifer can capture his mouth and bring them together for a frenzied kiss. 

 Lucifer wraps his tail around that slim waist and has the pointed tip of it wriggle between Alastor and the bed till it finds Alastor’s clit and pushes against it with rough, determined strokes.

Lucifer feels Alastor clenching around him, and he sees the way his pupils blow wide as his nerves transmit the sensations that Lucifer elicits from his core. 

“Be a good doe and cum for me,” Lucifer compels Alastor in a voice that is a demonic, rough gasp, and Alastor’s body complies. 

There is the fraction of a second in which Lucifer can feel Alastor’s apprehension as his cum floods his womb. A panicked bleat as Alastor comprehends that Lucifer has marked him, before the deer’s core milks him again and again with each pulse of his cunt.

Lucifer continues to kiss the pliant body beneath him and feels Alastor weakly and naively push his tongue against Lucifer’s to try to reciprocate the kiss.

Alastor’s eyes are fluttering softly, his ear quivering, he seems on the verge of passing out.

Lucifer slowly pulls out of Alastor’s warmth, and he feels the wet gush of his cum spill from Alastor’s abused hole. Alastor’s pussy is bruised and so bloody that Lucifer thinks he might have torn him a bit. It is even more beautiful now than it was before.

Alastor belongs to Lucifer.

Lucifer’s dick throbs at the sight, and he feels himself begin to harden again.

Lucifer remains motionless as he recognizes that he wants to have Alastor like this again, and again. How was he to know that a deal to get Alastor out of his system would ensnare him further?

“I’ll….” mumbles Alastor as he opens his eyes.

Lucifer cuts him off.

“The night is not over yet,” Lucifer reminds him before flipping him on his back and placing his head between Alastor’s thighs once more.

Alastor hisses and clutches at the messy sheets beneath him when Lucifer begins to gently lick him clean. Alastor finds one of his hands being guided to thread through Lucifer’s hair and pulls.

Alastor should know that the Devil always gets his due, or in this case his doe.

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The morning after

“Delicious, as always, Alastor,” groans Lucifer, licking his lips after taking a sip of coffee that Alastor managed to prepare.

Alastor almost drops the coffee carafe he is holding at the sight and averts his gaze. However, it does very little to help him ignore the reactions that Lucifer elicits.

 Every step Alastor takes aches in places he didn’t know he could ache, every bit of skin that Lucifer touched and licked seems to react to the King’s voice. 

The bastard has the gall to take another sip and repeat the vulgar behavior in front of his daughter.

The way that Lucifer’s tongue sensually darts out and precisely flicks at some imaginary drop is too much for Angel Dust to ignore. 

“Do you devour everything you enjoy with such gusto, Short King?” asks Angel suggestively. The porn star makes sure to lean over as seductively as possible to push a tray of biscuits that Alastor baked a short while ago. Blatantly offering the food and himself with a wink.  

Alastor didn’t need Angel’s input to vividly recall what that tongue is capable of doing; he feels the color rise on his face. Charlie looks at Alastor and gives him a soft smile before turning to Angel.

“Angel, remember that we are trying to make everyone feel welcome at the table,” interjects Charlie.

“What I was just making conversation. Not my fault if the King words things in such a way that makes it irresistible to respond,” objects Angel. 

“It’s been a long time since I have tasted anything so mouth-watering, ” Lucifer comments before taking a bite of the food and moaning softly at the taste. It is almost the same sound he made when he went down on Alastor.

 Alastor takes the sound as a test to see if Alastor will dare to look him in the eye again or respond. 

“Thank you,” Alastor replies, but he keeps his eyes downcast for a few seconds. Alastor believes in the basic niceties and can always rely on manners to set a barrier between himself and others.

Lucifer is beaming at him, admiring the way that his lashes look as he keeps his eyes on the cup that he is pouring for Charlie.

Alastor has been unusually quiet, but Charlie was too happy to see him hale and healthy and moving around with the rest of the group, and to be getting along so well with her father has put her over the moon.

“Oh, Dad, I love how well you are getting along this morning, thank you for checking on him last night,” mentions Charlie, as she watches Alastor flush with what she assumes is surprise at being so openly discussed.

“Oh, I bet that Daddy knows exactly how to take care of someone,” stammers Angel. He trails off but finishes with a wink.

Husk must have hit him under the table because Angel glares at him accusingly. 

Husk is well aware that Alastor is barely holding it together from how his eye twitches. It makes the monocle reflect the light in a way that the feline has a hard time ignoring.

Angel notices it and starts laughing.

Alastor rolls his eyes and hopes no one notices how his blush lingers. 

 Alastor can’t take it anymore and excuses himself under the pretense that he needs to plan his show and balance his personal accounts.

Alastor hopes Lucifer will respect his boundaries and stay far away from his domain. Unfortunately for him, his thoughts stray back to the night before.

After the first round of sex, Alastor had been left feeling thoroughly wrecked and used. He had been ready to crawl off the bed and head for his rooms when Lucifer pinned him to the bed.

“What are you doing?” Alastor demanded as he reached down to attempt to pull at Lucifer’s hair when the fallen angel placed his head once again between his thighs.

“I have the rest of the night, and I want to see how we taste together,” announced Lucifer before locking his mouth around Alastor’s aching slit and guiding Alastor’s hand to wrap around those blond locks.

Lucifer seemed to have endless stamina and no need to breathe when he was between Alastor’s thighs. He seemed to derive as much pleasure from hearing and feeling Alastor fall apart as he was giving Alastor with his experienced tongue and fingers.

Alastor cried himself hoarse, somewhere between his third or fourth orgasms, and he thinks he passed out, but Lucifer remained relentless in bringing him pleasure. Alastor regained consciousness but remained limp under Lucifer’s ministrations.

Lucifer devoured Alastor as if he were a feast, and he might never get to eat again. Which, if Alastor has his way, he would never again be on Lucifer’s plate. 

Unfortunately for Alastor, Lucifer feels differently. He has found the taste of them together to be addictive. Lucifer knows that he will think about the taste of Alastor’s blood and their combined orgasms for the rest of eternity. 

When Alastor finally begged for mercy, he pleaded with Lucifer to please stop.

The King had risen from his place with a smirk so dangerous that Alastor thought the King was about to demand that he release Charlotte from her deal. At that point, Alastor feels that he would have capitulated.

Instead, he had kissed his inner thigh and chuckled.

“I’ll switch positions if you ride me,” Lucifer declared.

“What?” asked Alastor, not exactly knowing what Lucifer meant. 

Lucifer laughed softly at Alastor’s puzzled expression before he crawled up to where Alastor lay. 

He directed Alastor to straddle him and lower himself onto the massive, throbbing cock. Alastor didn’t think he could do such a thing even if he wanted to, his legs felt like they were made of gelatin but Lucifer insisted and maneuvered him. 

The King was far stronger than Alastor thought, and he easily held Alastor up, his hands held firm to Alastor’s shaking limbs and torso.

Alastor managed to lift himself up and line his sore opening with Lucifer’s cock. 

He felt as if he could no longer cry, but he hissed and mewled as he took more of Lucifer. He forced his thighs to move, and Alastor hated that his body clenched and shuddered at every sensation. He hated how, despite his thighs burning, something within him wanted more.

“Fuck, Al, you look so good like this,” Lucifer commented. Alastor had no idea what Lucifer could mean.

 He knew that he must look a sight, his hair was bedraggled, his pussy felt swollen, and his tits shook with every labored breath. Alastor had been in territory fights that had been less strenuous than this. 

“Ah, agh, ah…Lucifer, please.” Alastor begged again, but the only answer he received was a harsh slap above his clit, and a tug to his tail that made him wail as he came.

His orgasm triggered Lucifer’s, and the last thing that he remembered was Lucifer groaning as he buried his cock as far into Alastor’s body as it could go.

Lucifer felt Alastor’s body go soft and pliant, and gently placed Alastor’s unconscious body next to him.

Unlike when he found him a few hours ago, Alastor looks healthy, but thoroughly fucked. He will have bruises on his thighs that will remain even after Lucifer cleans the blood and cum that stain them now. Lucifer commits the sight to memory.

Lucifer can only smile smugly as Alastor begins to emit a soft static sound that Lucifer can’t imagine giving up after tonight.

“Fuck, Alastor, I am going to have to find a way to keep you,” Lucifer murmured before gently placing a kiss on his forehead and getting up to create a bathtub fit for the both of them to clean up.

Alastor remembers Lucifer holding him against his chest in the tub, cleaning him. He was shocked at being treated so gently after what they had just done. The bathroom has been turned into something easier for him to use. It mimics a step-down round hot tub with a bench large enough for them to sit together. Alastor doesn’t understand why Lucifer insists on keeping him so close, but he is silently thankful because he fears that in his exhausted state, he might slip under the water.

Lucifer kept the water warm as he massaged Alastor’s tired muscles. He vaguely remembers Lucifer bringing water to his mouth and forcing him to drink, trying to entice him to eat some fruit. Eventually, Alastor relents and allows the King to feed him a few grapes that burst in his mouth. They are sweet, and while Alastor doesn’t usually seek out such things, he is thankful for the sugar. He feels like he can now move on his own accord.

When Alastor mentions that he is uncomfortable being in the water for so long, he finds himself being helped out of the water. Unlike before, Lucifer has changed the traditional bathroom tile to something with more traction, but he still keeps a good hold of him.

Alastor feels himself tremble and finds himself wrapped in a towel so soft he almost wants to drag it into bed, except that. Lucifer is talking to him as if he were something precious, and Alastor can’t stand it.

 Surely the night must be over. Either way, he doesn’t think Lucifer will demand more of him when he can scarcely function. When Lucifer gently kisses his neck, Alastor tenses, afraid that he has again miscalculated Lucifer’s appetite. 

“Have I satisfied the terms of our agreement?” Alastor demanded as Lucifer pulled away from him. There is a flash of red eyes that vanish in the blink, before Lucifer gives him one of those charming smiles that he has seen him use on others.

“Yes, but I am not done with you,” Answered Lucifer before snapping his clothes back on Alastor.

Alastor is too anxious to challenge Lucifer in the moment, but he doesn’t have to wait long before seeing what Lucifer means about not being done with him. 

He isn’t surprised that the King has decided to use this particular incident to tease him in front of others, but he is sure that as long as he keeps his reactions to a minimum that he will grow bored of it.

He has been sitting at his Radio Tower desk for hours now, recalling the events of the night before, and hasn’t accomplished anything. Despite knowing that Lucifer’s wing is on the opposite side of the building, he can’t help but keep turning towards his door. 

It will be like that for the next few days. Lucifer doesn’t make any direct comments, but his gaze lingers on Alastor longer. Alastor is more aware now of his presence than before, and he finds himself using his shadows to escape being in the same room together.

It starts to be such an issue that Charlie asks Lucifer if something is wrong because it seems that every time Lucifer shows up, Alastor leaves.

Lucifer assures her everything is fine, but he will talk to Alastor and smooth things over. 

Charlie smiles sweetly as she sees her Dad going upstairs to talk with Alastor.

Over the last few days, Lucifer hasn’t been merely waiting on the sidelines. He has been researching and has found a myriad of interesting things that his new interest in Alastor has helped uncover.

Leave it to the ambitious Radio Demon to help Lucifer uncover treason within his realm without even trying.

During his divorce from Lilith, she was granted a lot of powers and privileges under the clause that she would not hold dominion over any souls in Hell.

While married to Lucifer, she could own some of the souls in Hell, but once the divorce was finalized, that deal was null and void. While Overlords can own souls and torture them to the point of destruction, that essence becomes part of Hell and remains in Lucifer’s possession. 

 Lucifer allowed such a thing to set up some sort of power hierarchy in Hell that he didn’t have to oversee daily. Overlords can hold souls and amass them for their power, but in the end, everything belongs to Lucifer, and if so inclined, he could rescind and remake deals between sinners as he saw fit. He could even unmake souls and disperse them if it pleased him, but he hasn’t felt the need to do such a thing in a millennium

Lucifer allowed Lilith to keep a large number of assets, powers, and her title, but no souls.

 Her history of trying to orchestrate an uprising had deemed her unworthy of such a thing. 

Besides, Heaven was rather clear about who was to hold dominion over Hell, and while Lucifer was a very hands-off ruler, he was still the sole power in Hell. 

With this betrayal, Lilith risks destruction of herself and Charlie unless he agrees to deal with it quietly, which he will do in exchange for Lilith giving up her title and agreeing never to speak to Charlie again unless Lucifer clears it.

The discovery that she and Mammon have been orchestrating a covert operation of holding souls for her under a business arrangement will be dealt with expeditiously and quietly. 

It has been long overdue for Lucifer to remind everyone in Hell that there is only one true power, and that while he is a permissive ruler, he isn’t a pushover. 

Lucifer already has Alastor’s deal in his hands, making his upcoming proposition much sweeter.

Lucifer arrives at Alastor’s Radio Tower and feels the atmosphere shift, he feels eyes on him that can only belong to Alastor’s shadow. 

Keep quiet, and run along now, he commands the being

The blank eyes widen in surprise at being unable to disobey the command. He watches the shadow dissipate into nothingness before knocking on the door.

There is a pause, and Lucifer knows Alastor is trying to summon his shadow. Since it doesn’t come, he is left with either ignoring Lucifer or answering the door. Lucifer knows exactly how to get him to answer.

“Alastor, I know you are in there. Let me in unless you want me to discuss the limitations of your power in front of the group,” states Lucifer. 

The door opens in a flash, and Lucifer is ushered in under Alastor’s scowl.

“Your Highness,” Alastor’s greeting is the coldest one he has ever received, but Lucifer can only smile fondly at finally being in his presence. The door shuts after Lucifer walks in and looks around the room. A nice sitting area and fireplace give way to the swamp and trees. It is actually an impressive bit of magic.

“May I have a seat?” asks Lucifer, and he enjoys the way that Alastor’s eyes widen, and he blushes at the reminder that he has foregone his usual niceties because he is off balance.

“Of course,” concedes Alastor before guiding him to his sitting area and taking a seat across and away from Lucifer.

“Nice place. What are your plans for dinner?” asks Lucifer as if this is a regular occurrence. Alastor thinks that Lucifer is finding his decor lacking. What he doesn’t know is that Lucifer is trying to see what he can incorporate into his rooms to make Alastor feel more at home.

“Since the group is dining out tonight, I hoped to enjoy some quiet time. May I ask what brings you to my rooms?” queries Alastor. He is not interested in being the King’s bed warmer.

Lucifer does not give up so easily. He conjures up two wine glasses and a bottle of red wine to open in front of Alastor. Lucifer makes a show of pouring the wine, and when he moves his arms over the table, not only are their seats closer together, but there is also a charcuterie board on the table.

It looks as if they are in the middle of a rather intimate date, rather than Alastor’s sitting area. Alastor is about to say something when he watches Lucifer pop a grape into his mouth and moan appreciatively.

“They’re sweet, you should try them,” comments Lucifer.

“I rather not, will Your Highness please explain why you are seeking me out? Our deal is quite finished,” counters Alastor, and Lucifer watches as he very pointedly pushes the glass of wine away, a subtle signal of what he wishes he could do to Lucifer.

“True, that particular deal is done, but since it was such a delightful experience, I figured I might propose another one,” answers Lucifer while maintaining eye contact. Alastor misses the way that he moves up and towards him, and before he knows it, Lucifer turns his chair into a loveseat and slithers his way to sit next to Alastor.

“Please stop that,” demands Alastor, trying to create as much space between himself and Lucifer.

“You didn’t seem to mind my touch so much that night,”  Lucifer points out.

“Those were very different circumstances, and if you do not tell me precisely why you are here, I will request that you leave,” snaps Alastor.

The flush of anger on his face is far too similar to the one he has when he is overcome with pleasure, and despite his words, Alastor has yet to move away truly. Alastor is more than capable of getting up and putting some real distance between them, but he has remained at Lucifer’s side. Whether it is again sheer stubbornness or terror, Lucifer does not know or care.

“I wanted to talk to you about the limits you are restrained by. What would you give to be free of the one that holds your leash?” asks Lucifer.

“The limits aren’t worth discussing as I have nothing left to give for my freedom that you would want,” Alastor counters.

“I can assure you that is not the case,” answers Lucifer

Alastor refuses to make eye contact with Lucifer. The idea of being free from Lilith and Mammon is something the he craves more than anything.

He has given his escape a lot of thought. The idea that he might end up free because of a whim from Lucifer had never even entered his thought process.

“I doubt that the trouble such a thing would take would be worth a night with me. It is cruel to give people false hope,” huffs Alastor before trying to turn away from Lucifer.

“What did you ask for?” inquires Lucifer, and he dares to place a gentle hand on that slim shoulder. 

Alastor hates that he stops when he feels those hands on his body again, Lucifer’s touch isn’t alien, it feels comforting. 

“Power, the power to make my own decisions, the power to stop those that would force their decisions upon me,” confesses Alastor. 

“That is a very understandable desire; free will and the power to choose are all that anyone has. However, I am sure that the more power you accumulated, the more restrictions were placed upon you. Am I correct in that assumption?” presses Lucifer

Alastor gives him a long blink before looking away.

“I should not be discussing this with you. It would be better for both of us if we never mentioned this again,” states Alastor.

“Just tell me, would you prefer me over them?” asks Lucifer, though he knows the answer just from looking at Alastor’s eyes.

Alastor scoffs as if the question is ridiculous. 

Lilith is cruel and short-sighted, and as the embodiment of Greed, Mammon is one of the worst sins to be beholden to.

Alastor has no desire to upset the delicate balance that has maintained the order in Hell and Heaven. Besides, even if Lucifer has divorced Lilith, she remains the Queen of Hell and Charlie’s mother.

Because while the chaos might allow him to rise, he would never be free of them. There is no outcome that isn’t worse than his current situation.

Up until the night they spent together Alastor had thought of Lucifer as Lilith had described him. 

Powerful but immature, ill suited to rule over a Kingdom that should have more power than it does now. That his sweet nature and flights of fancy meant that he was more of a figurehead than a true leader.

Of course he would prefer that it be Lucifer if he has to have someone hold his leash, but what he wants is to be free, even if it isn’t possible.

“Yes, but they won’t give me up so easily. I am sure that they rather see me dead than to see me under your power Sire. Plus there are other repercussions to consider and…” Alastor stammers.

He hates that he seems to be more emotional since spending a night with the King. He has no wish to see and Charlie dragged away or hurt, and while the risk of Lucifer losing is probably small it isn’t impossible.

“And? ” asks Lucifer though he suspects that if his ex wife and Mammon have greatly exaggerated their powers and abilities, nothing prepares him for what Alastor says.

“I am not worth it Sire,” confesses Alastor.

“Oh, dear, I assure you that you are,” laughs Lucifer, and Alastor sees a fire and light in those eyes that make him feel as if he might just be. He doesn’t understand why the King wants to have him, except for the fact that he is a novel experience.

“If you could manage such a thing, what would you want from me?” Asks Alastor.

“If? Do you have so little faith in me,” Lucifer chides him playfully, and Alastor can’t help himself from answering.

“You are very small, Your Highness, I think I have an adequate amount of faith in you,” teases Alastor, and Lucifer gives him a smile as if he had been wanting that answer.

“Not where it counts,” points out Lucifer, and Alastor feels himself blush from his neck to the roots of his hair.

In short order Alastor finds himself pressed against a wall.

 Alastor thinks that the wall might yield more easily if he were to push against it than Lucifer’s muscular chest.

There is a playful gleam in Lucifer’s eye that reminds Alastor that he should not take this exchange too seriously.

All that the King is doing with him is using Alastor to distract himself from the drudgery of daily life by bantering with him. Since it has ended in bed play before of course he wants to try again.

Men are very one track creatures when it comes to that.

Alastor remembers what Lucifer said last night.

He has no desire to seek out a replacement for Lilith and upset the life that he has now, so it makes sense that he wants a bed warmer for the interim.

Alastor has no real desire to be such a thing, even if it would be preferable to his current situation. Not when his feelings are so out of whack. Rosie is right, sex complicates things.

Alastor can’t think clearly.

The King makes Alastor and offer to free him from those that hold onto him. In exchange for Alastor’s soul, for his loyalty, and to take on a role as his closest advisor. 

It sounds too good to be true

Lucifer promises to not place the same amount of limitations on him that the others have, that he would always allow Alastor to chose for himself. 

Alastor doesn’t like the vagueness of that statement, but since it is all theoretical, there is no harm in going along with it. 

Lucifer can not mean a word he says, he is the Father of Lies.

Furthermore, he needs to push Lucifer away from him before he caves into his desire to be held by him again, or worse.

Fuck, Alastor wonders if this is what everyone else has to deal with, but he knows that if he creates some space between them again, he can master it himself.

“I do not have the power to enter such a deal with you officially, Sire, but you have my word that if you manage such a thing, you will have me by your side as you wish,” answers Alastor.

Lucifer’s smile is as luminous as the star that bears his name when he hears Alastor concede.

“Consider it done. Now, would you be up to join Charlie and Vaggie for dinner? Apparently, a new chef from Bee’s circle is setting up shop in the Ring,” asks Lucifer before grabbing Alastor’s hand and placing a delicate kiss on the back of it.

Alastor feels his ears turn up in surprise. He had expected Lucifer to either leave or seduce him into bed. Alastor allows Lucifer to lead him out of his radio tower to join the others.

At least the evening will be entertaining.

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Dinner is a pleasant enough event. Alastor, though used to being in the center of the public eye, is almost overwhelmed by the amount of attention that Lucifer receives wherever they go. 

Lucifer treats him as if he is on equal footing with Charlie and Vaggie.

When Alastor sees him pull the chair out for Charlie, Alastor copies him and pulls a chair out for Vaggie. The ladies sit, and Alastor looks up to find that Lucifer has pulled a chair out for him.

“Sire?” Alastor starts, but Lucifer places a large hand on his lower back and guides him into his seat. Lucifer takes the seat next to him.

When Alastor gives him a look that questions what the hell just happened occurred it isn’t missed by Charlie.

“Dad’s just being Dad,” Charlie whispers, and Alastor decides to bury his face in the menu for a beat to ponder what that could possibly mean.

It is a lovely dinner, the best food that Alastor has had in recent memory. Lucifer is attentive and 

His worry is that there is no way of hiding this from Mammon of Lilith. If either has eyes in this restaurant, Alastor wonders what they will report back to them.

Lucifer offered him a bite of his food, and Charlie and he sang a song after she turned her big eyes on him and pulled at his coat. 

 Alastor will have to reach out so they hear it from him first, or at least don’t accuse him of lying by omission. 

Once back home, Alastor sends a quick message letting Lilith and Mammon know about Lucifer’s first public appearance in ages, and makes it sound like he only attended to keep tabs on him for them.

He hopes they buy it, and he knows they have no reason to think that anything has changed since the last time he gave an update.

Alastor reminds himself that Lilith thinks Lucifer is not a threat, which cements his belief that the Queen is either dangerously overconfident or dim. Probably both.

Alastor awaits a message from either of them anxiously and finally receives one from Lilith that seems as if she is unconcerned.

 If she is unconcerned, Mammon couldn't care less. He has enough on his plate trying to run the Greed Ring.

Alastor is more than happy to return to the Hotel and fall back into their daily routine, though he remains alert. 

It wouldn’t be unusual for Lilith to pretend everything is well and then summon him. The last thing he needs is for her to figure out that Alastor and Lucifer have slept together. He doubts that her ego will be able to handle that.

Furthermore he still hasn’t been able to summon his shadow, and his smaller minions seem less substantial, perhaps that is what Lilith has chosen to do to further rein him in.

Alastor notes that Lucifer seems to be having long conversations with Charlie, and she is smiling brightly. She seems to be far more solicitous and concerned with his well-being, but that is not much of a change from their previous arrangement. She is, after all, a sweet girl.

If she finds it odd that Lucifer seems more invasive of Alastor’s space or how his behavior has changed, she says nothing. In fact, she seems to be much warmer to Alastor and even indulgent.

Alastor does enjoy her fawning over him at meal times and deferring to his preferences for certain things. 

He doesn’t know why Lucifer has decided they need a music room, but Alastor has been enjoying working on that particular project with Charlie.

Alastor has been integrated into the core Morningstar group in a way he didn’t think was possible.

Breakfast at the Hotel is more intimate when it is only the four of them. It makes it seem like they are living together as a family unit rather than business partners.

When Lucifer announces that he will be out of the Hotel for a few days, Alastor tells himself to take the opportunity to create some much-needed space between them. 

To recalibrate how he feels and hope that Lucifer finds an alternate source of entertainment.

Lucifer kisses Charlie’s forehead before embracing Vaggie and Alastor in a hug.

“Keep an eye on my favorite people, Vaggie,” Lucifer directs the angel as he leaves.

That statement indicates that Alastor has been completely mistaken regarding Lucifer’s intentions. Alastor’s eyes widen, and his ears perk up after he processes it. Alastor remembers to breathe when he hears Charlie laugh sweetly as his face blushes. Alastor is a bundle of anxiety, and he deals with it by expecting the worst. This serves him well when, a week after Lucifer has left, Alastor feels darkness wrap around his body.

He takes a deep breath before darkness engulfs him. 

He knew that it would be inevitable, that Mammon or Lilith were only waiting for the opportunity to summon him and with Lucifer out of the Hotel it is the perfect opportunity.

Alastor stays as still as possible and awaits the assault that he has learned to expect.

In its place, there is an energy shift that makes his hair stand up, but no hit ever comes. It feels almost as if someone has pulled his chain taut and released it. In fact, he can’t feel the weight of the chain that connects him to Lilith and Mammon.

 In its absence, Alastor realizes he can’t see or hear anything.

Strangely, he feels as if he is trussed up, his hands above him in a way that reminds him of the way that Lucifer had him when he pulled him into bed a few weeks ago. 

Even if he were to try and touch around he wouldn’t be able to feel anything around him in this void. 

Time passes and nothing happens.

Alastor wonders if Mammon and Lilith have decided to drive him insane by ignoring him. Alastor reminds himself that Lilith might forget about him and let another few years pass before retrieving him from whatever dark little corner she has stowed him away in, but this isn’t like the dungeon she held him in last time.

Alastor jolts as he feels the first touch and braces himself for pain.

 It doesn’t come, instead he feels an arm wrap around his waist and hoists him over their shoulder. It is far too narrow to be Mammon, and he can’t imagine Lilith holding him way. She is much more likely to drag him in chains and enjoy his misery.

Eventually, he feels himself placed on a surface far softer than he expected. 

When he inhales, it is the first time he realizes he can smell the faint scent of brimstone, apples, and something sharp. 

“Lucifer,” Alastor whispers, and he can’t hide his relief.

When he feels a comforting hand on his shoulder, Alastor leans into the touch.

He wants nothing more than to cling to Lucifer. He must make a sound that Lucifer can hear because Alastor can feel the vibrations of Lucifer’s laugh against him, and Alastor sighs again despite still feeling lost.

A strange pressure around his head lifts, and Alastor feels his ears flick as they pick up sound after being kept in the deafening silence so long. Alastor can hear the sound of wings rustling. 

“Lucifer?” Alastor groans, his voice sounds alien and rough to himself, as if he is speaking after being ill for a long time.

“Easy, I’m bringing you back slowly,” Lucifer informs him

“Bringing me back?” asks Alastor.

“Yes, I had to put you somewhere safe while things were transferred to their proper place,” Lucifer summarizes. 

“Transfer what? Is Charlie…” Alastor hesitates, what can he even ask, does he have a right to ask? Lucifer gently pats his arm and gives him a reassuring squeeze, but his arms remain above his head as if tied to a post.

“Charlie is perfect, more than perfect. How do you feel? Anything different?” inquires Lucifer, his voice even warmer than before.

“I feel good,” answers Alastor, aside from feeling a little confused, he feels fine. Energetic even, as if he has spent some time in one of the weird relaxation tanks that Vox used to swear by. 

Never did Alastor think that being locked up in a dark, water filled coffin would ever appeal to Alastor but after spending time in whatever pocket of Hell Lucifer stuffed him in, it didn’t seem as awful.

“Excellent, I guess that this is a good time to catch you up. I have dissolved the ownership of your soul and reminded all of Hell who is in charge,” Lucifer states as if telling Alastor what new duck he has designed over dinner.

“You did what? ” demands Alastor, and he gets a summarized version of the events.

“I found out that Lilith and Mammon had pulled a little bit of legal skulduggery to hold souls, which is strictly against the rules,” Lucifer recounts. He breezes over Lilith losing her rightful place as Queen and Mammon being reverted back to what he was when Lucifer first molded him as if it were an interesting bit of celebrity gossip.

That casualness which he described his power and maneuvering frightens and astounds Alastor.

“Lucifer, I swear I didn’t know,” gasps Alastor. He is trembling underneath Lucifer’s hold. 

Lucifer seems to find that irresistible because the next thing that Alastor feels is that wicked mouth against his. 

Alastor gasps at the sensation and melts into Lucifer’s hold as the latter kisses him until Alastor feels dizzy. When Lucifer presses himself against Alastor’s thigh, he can feel that pulsing length that he has become so intimate with. Alastor gives out a whorish moan that seems to please Lucifer because Alastor feels his mouth curl up into a confident smirk.

“You’re as responsive as you are smart. I doubt you would have indebted yourself to either of them if you knew how precarious their power was. Bit of a Ponzi scheme that was bound to fail eventually,” Lucifer answers as if he hasn’t just kissed him.

“I knew that something was off, that is why I kept trying to find a loophole, but they were very secretive with their methods, and it was hard to determine who fell under their domain,” answers Alastor. 

The chain around his neck isn’t pushing down on him, but he swears that he can feel a new bond materialize in its place.

“You are really something, aren’t you? I bet you would have informed me if you had known that I could easily set things right,” Lucifer muses.

Alastor nods.

“What happens now?” asks Alastor.

“I think you know what happens now. Do you remember what I wanted in exchange for setting you free of their hold?” asks Lucifer.

Alastor is trying to remember the exact words they spoke about previously because, like it or not, the Devil has come to collect.

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Alastor gains sense in his eyes but he still can not see anything.

 It is immeasurably better than before, though, because though he seems to be blindfolded, his eyes have adjusted and begun to pick up the presence of light beyond the fabric.

Still, he feels as if every nerve ending in his body is on edge, waiting for contact. He knows he is still wearing his clothes because he can feel the fabric against his body, at least for now. 

“Lucifer?” whispers Alastor. He turns his head, and Lucifer smiles as he watches those ears turn to try to zero in on his position. Lucifer gently grazes the tip of those sensitive ears and watches them shudder and flick at the sensation.

“I love your ears, do you know that?” asks Lucifer.

Alastor jerks upwards, surprise evident in his eyebrows, it seems he had forgotten that Lucifer can suspend himself weightlessly above him.

Alastor huffs in annoyance at his words, and Lucifer can now see his lashes and eyelids shift under the fabric of the silk blindfold. The softest murmurs of French curses reach Lucifer’s ears.

“Alastor,” teases Lucifer, and he watches Alastor try to remember what Lucifer was referring to earlier.

Lucifer doesn’t understand why he seems so nervous.

“Will I be allowed to see again?” asks Alastor, and Lucifer has to fight the urge to undo the blindfold. He doesn’t want to be too soft. It had disastrous results with Lilith.

“Of course, sweet thing, I just need to ensure that you see things my way before I undo the blindfold and release your bonds,” informs Lucifer.

Alastor huffs at his insipid joke, but his words are steady when they come out.

“The agreement,” Alastor recalls.

“Do you remember what I wanted from you?”

“Yes, my soul, and that I would function in the role of advisor,” recalls Alastor. He feels a gentle hand touch him, but it is almost like having electricity running down his body.

“What else?” presses Lucifer.

“My loyalty,” supplies Alastor.

“That is one that I will insist on an additional ritual to cement,” Lucifer interjects.

“A ritual?” wonders Alastor, What kind of ritual would the Devil require him to partake in.

“If you wish it,” answers Alastor, fearing that this is far too good a deal for his freedom from Lilith. 

What has happened to Lilith, to Mammon? Surely, he will not be allowed to live a stress-free existence after upending their plot.

Alastor is distracted from his thoughts when he feels Lucifer begin to tug at his coat and undo some buttons. 

“Hmm, I take it that you are partial to this coat,” wonders Lucifer, and Alastor nods. The fabric may be frayed, but it is still good work from his tailor to make the waist cling just so and hide his tail.

Alastor hears Lucifer snap his fingers and feels the weight of the coat vanish. Alastor gasps when, not a second later, Lucifer undoes his bow tie and unbuttons the collar of his shirt to expose his neck. Alastor feels Lucifer rub his thumb across his pulse point and rub upwards towards his head, and a groan escapes him before he can stop it.

Alastor can feel some tension ease under Lucifer’s ministrations, and the shock of learning what has occurred is wearing off and allowing him to feel another type of relief.

“You have an exquisite neck,” Lucifer whispers in his ear, and Alastor swears that he feels the pointed canine teeth threaten to bite him, and he bleats unwillingly.

“Are you trying to drive me mad? It would be easier if you would let me undress,” pleads Alastor.

“Easier, yes, but not as much fun. This is better than opening up any present. Besides, you are the one driving me mad with lust,” objects Lucifer.

“You have already seen and used this toy,” Alastor reminds him.

Lucifer wraps his hand around a fistful of hair and pulls until Alastor whines.

“Do not refer to yourself in such a way. You are far more than a toy to me,” reprimands Lucifer, and Alastor nods his understanding.

Lucifer pulls at one of Alastor’s nipples, and Alastor arches against his bonds.

“Lucifer,” ALastor wails

“So fucking sensitive,” comments Lucifer.

“I would be less reactive if I could see,” argues Alastor.

“It isn’t a bad thing. I like you like this, this gorgeous body at my mercy,” Lucifer states before undoing Alastor’s pants and pulling them down. Lucifer places a kiss on Alastor’s flat stomach as he goes down, and Alastor grumbles.

“I guess there is no accounting for taste,” asserts Alastor.

“Is this your way to fish for compliments?” wonders Lucifer.

“I can assure you it isn’t. I don’t understand why you have gone through the trouble of this when…” stammers Alastor as he feels Lucifer’s hands caressing his torso.

“Do you dislike what I am doing?” asks Lucifer.

“I…that’s not,” stammers Alastor, he hates what Lucifer does to him, and he hates more that he doesn’t hate it.

“This body belongs to you again, and I want you to reconnect with it,” states Lucifer. Alastor is silent at that statement, and Lucifer takes it as a sign to continue.

Lucifer squeezes his ankle before running a clever hand towards Alastor’s sensitive hooves and eliciting another bleat from him when he gently massages the tendons of his feet.

“Oh…oh,” moans Alastor.

“So much tension, I’ll have to remember to take special care of these adorable hooves,” muses Lucifer as he looks at the slender structure that forms the foundation for the perfect body before him. 

Lucifer takes in the sight of his soon-to-be consort. Elegance and sensuality combined. 

Lucifer praises him slowly, talking about the curve of his limbs and thighs. He thankfully skips over his sex, but between the praise and the kisses, Alastor feels as if he might go mad.

“Lucifer what is the point of this?” demands Alastor, his body feels as if the slightest provocation might make him seize, he needs Lucifer to touch him.

“To get you to appreciate your body as much as I do. Tell me that you agree that you are absolutely gorgeous,” answers Lucifer.

“ What does that have to do with anything!!” exclaims Alastor.

“If you say that you are as gorgeous and deserving of my touch I will grant it. Otherwise I won’t,” proposes Lucifer.

“I’m gorgeous, please….please just touch me,” concedes Alastor.

“I have been touching you, do you want me to touch you differently?” teases Lucifer.

“You know what I mean!” snaps Alastor, his thighs are slick with want even though Lucifer has kept his touches respectful.

“Tell me,”requests Lucifer and he runs a sharp claw between his breasts, eliciting fragmented static.

“Damn it, Lucifer, stop teasing and fuck me,” demands Alastor.

“As you command,” answers Alastor before descending on him.

Though the King is compact, he is heavy. Alastor huffs as his mass hits his slender frame and arches into him to increase their contact. Lucifer seems unable to hold back anymore.

Before his kisses were reserved, now they devour. 

In short order, Alastor is curving into his touch and chasing the sensations. Alastor remains blindfolded with his hands above him, preventing him from doing anything but receiving. Lucifer grinds against Alastor’s slick, wet heat but only teases the small opening. Shuddering and moaning as he drags pleasure out. He wants to break Alastor. Instead, the deer's needy little whimpers are almost his undoing, and his request is almost too sweet to resist.

“Please, please, I need to touch you, I need to see you,” moans Alastor.

“Let me worship you properly first, at least once,” groans Lucifer, and Alastor has to lie there and surrender to Lucifer’s hungry mouth. 

Eventually, the King leaves his breasts and finds his way between his thighs. Alastor’s pussy is swollen and puffy with need, and Lucifer kisses his inner thigh as he takes himself in hand and squeezes around his engorged shaft. Lucifer knows it will be a tight fit and doesn’t want to end their encounter too soon. Lucifer licks Alastor’s opening from the bottom to the top, and feels Alastor gasp as his thighs wrap around Lucifer’s head.

 The King gorges himself on deer pussy. He loves having his face buried against the most perfect creation in the universe. Being able to feel Alastor’s breath and pulse when he inserts his tongue into that tight opening. The taste of Alastor makes him hum appreciatively, and then when he sucks that top bundle of nerves and hears the way that Alastor moans his name. Lucifer can’t help but chase that reaction again, and again, and again.

 Alastor doesn’t take long to reach his peak, but Lucifer works him through it again. 

After all, he wants his sweetheart to be sweet and docile before Lucifer properly marks him as his consort.

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Alastor is boneless but needy when Lucifer releases him from the rope and removes the blindfold. He has orgasmed three times under Lucifer’s ministrations but his cunt has remained empty, and Alastor wants, he wants to feel Lucifer fill him out and stretch him to his limits. He doesn’t understand why Lucifer is holding back, why he hasn’t taken him 

Even if all that Alastor can find the will to do is to cling to Lucifer’s shoulder and demand a kiss by tilting his head up, Lucifer places a soft kiss as he settles beside him. 

“Lucifer, please, I want…” moans Alastor as Lucifer gently touches his face and neck. Lucifer moves to hover above Alastor, and Alastor allows his legs to fall open so Lucifer can slot himself between them, a blatant invitation that Alastor never thought himself capable of.

Lucifer obliges, and Alastor is granted a view that can only be classified as a breathing work of art. 

Lucifer’s face is flushed, his blonde hair falls into his eyes, and he is all broad shoulders and strong muscles that Alastor yearns to feel pressed against him. His abdomen is slim, but where Alastor curves out to give way to his hips, Lucifer has defined abdominals that flex with every twist of his body. However, the star of the show is the thick cock that curves up towards Lucifer’s core. Alastor swears that he feels his mouth water and feels his pussy leak shamelessly as he watches Lucifer stroke himself, so a thick bead of precum trails along the pulsing vein.

“Is this what you want?” asks Lucifer, smirking like the devilish temptation he is. 

“Have I been too subtle with my request, Sire?” demands Alastor as he looks up at Lucifer from beneath his lashes. 

“No, but I love hearing your pretty voice make filthy demands,” admits Lucifer as he places one of Alastor’s legs over his shoulder so he can lean back on his haunches and watch as he rubs his swollen cock head, dip and tease Alastor’s pussy. The wet squelching sound is loud and unmistakable, and Alastor’s blush deepens.

“Lucifer, fuck me, please,” Alastor whines, and he rocks his hips to try and take Lucifer inside, to tempt him.

“I want to hear more. Do you want me to split you open on my cock? Do you want me to fill you up and leave you full of me? Do you want me to make you mine?” asks Lucifer, and he presses himself against Alastor’s chest to kiss him, and then he places a trail of kisses until he gets to Alastor’s nipples. Alastor moans when Lucifer takes a hard nipple into his mouth and sucks hard.

“Yes, Lucifer, I want that, please,” pleads Alastor. He doesn’t know why he is so shy when he asked outright a few moments ago. The Devil isn’t satisfied. He needs Alastor to agree to wear his marks.

The bastard continues to rub himself against Alastor’s clit, and Alastor feels his heartbeat in his clit, but it isn’t enough.

“Still so proper. Do you know what you do to me, what seeing you like this makes me want? I want to possess you, to own you, to consume you. You have seduced temptation itself. Tell me that you will be mine, that you will bear my marks, and I will fuck you full,” propositions Lucifer.

Alastor is so desperate for Lucifer that he agrees and almost sobs when he feels Lucifer finally enter him. Lucifer pushes behind Alastor’s knees so that he is in a full mating press.

Alastor looks down and sees how his flat belly distends when Lucifer bottoms out until Lucifer changes the angle and chooses to direct his cock head to Alastor’s tender cervix. 

Alastor can only take that womb-abusing cock and the warped, painful pleasure it elicits before he feels pleasure overcome him and wail. Lucifer is saying something that Alastor can’t comprehend.

Lucifer must use magic to keep his legs up and wide because he moves those blackened claws to Alastor’s nipples and plucks harshly.

Simultaneously, Lucifer’s tail has found Alastor’s clit and started to place precise slaps that make Alastor scream Lucifer’s name. It is all the stimulation that Alastor needs, and he cums so hard he almost misses the sharp pain that hits his nipples and clit. Lucifer grunts above him as he pumps Alastor full of his seed.

A metal glint catches Alastor’s gaze as he recovers from his post orgasmic haze. He feels Lucifer send some healing pulses to his nipples and clit, and Alastor finally realizes what Lucifer meant when he said that he wanted Alastor to bear his marks.

The adrenaline that rushes through him gives him the energy to move his left hand down to one of his breasts. Only for another metallic glint to catch his eye. 

A wedding band adorns his finger, and only then does Alastor realize what Lucifer meant by owning his soul and loyalty and keeping him as his closest advisor.

It seems that he has become Hell’s newest Royal.

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When Lucifer wakes up alone, he isn’t surprised. He expected Alastor to run.

In fact, he thinks he would have been disappointed if he hadn’t managed to run away for at least a few hours. 

However, he had not expected the pain in his heart upon finding the wedding ring he bestowed on Alastor last night. 

Precisely placed on the nightstand so that it would be the first thing Lucifer saw when he woke up. Lucifer has no difficulty imagining Alastor planning that, and while it stings. The thought of Alastor’s face when he realized that the other gifts weren’t as easily removed.

Lucifer is thankful that no one is present to see his smirk or his erection. He briefly toys with himself, but it is hard to find satisfaction after knowing what Alastor feels around him. 

Until he thinks about how he planted his seed in a newly revived garden, and while it might take years to turn it fertile Lucifer knows that it is possible. 

The thought of his cum inside Alastor is enough to get Lucifer to finish.

Other sinners will be able to tell, even if they don’t understand that he belongs to Lucifer, which means that he can attend to other matters. Let his new consort blow off some steam.

Furthermore, allowing him time and space might give him the opportunity to reflect and return to the Hotel on his own accord. It has been a shocking turn of events.

Besides, there is nowhere Alastor can go that is out of Lucifer’s reach, and if he has to go find him, he will punish him for trying to cast aside the bond he has so generously offered him.

Lucifer will enjoy hearing Alastor moan, whimper, and cry once Lucifer teaches him the error of his ways and punishes him accordingly. Though the same thing will happen if he comes back on his own.

Lucifer will use the time that has unexpectedly freed up to have another talk with Charlie. 

He has been dropping hints for a while that he is sweet on Alastor, and now that he has to inform Charlie of her mother’s latest betrayal, he will have to tell her of how he has come to value Alastor’s company during this trying time

. In a few months, they can have a whirlwind wedding that will delight his daughter and the rest of Hell.

Meanwhile, across at the Doomsday District, even more destruction than usual is being rained down on the inhabitants.

When Rosie called him up a few days ago, Alastor told her that he would head over at the first opportunity to let off some steam while helping her out. 

And right now, he needs to let off some steam.

Alastor rips the would-be encroachers limb from limb and eats the pertinent parts that prevent them from pulling themselves together. 

Hearing sinners scream in terror has improved his mood a bit, but he remains irate and sensitive.

The piercings seem to have intensified his need for Lucifer, and Alastor wishes he could hate this newly awoken desire. 

That he could go back to his sexual indifference before Lucifer introduced him to sexual pleasure.

Leaving that bed was one of the most difficult things he had ever done.

Out of all the conniving, awful things that Alastor has been subjected to, none have ever been as insulting as his ravishment and the proposal that Lucifer tried to get away with last night.

It was bad enough that he was in bed with the King, fornicating like a common slut, but then to think that Alastor would settle for that lewd offer of marriage.

If that King thinks that Alastor will follow along with his deranged whims as if he has been swept off his feet, he has another thing coming. Alastor may be unable to escape Lucifer’s possession, but he can alter their dynamic a bit. He must if he doesn’t want to end up becoming a glorified fleshlight for the King.

It isn’t Alastor’s first rodeo with someone who has a sexual obsession with him. 

And even Vox built Alastor a tower for his radio station. 

Lucifer would have to do a lot of groveling to get the kind of relationship he wants from Alastor, but things have changed.

However, it offers Alastor ample opportunity to cement his position in Hell and form something that has long seemed out of reach for him.

Alastor looks at the empty ring finger on his bloody hands and has a thought about how to get that back on its proper place under his terms.

Lucifer thinks he already has him, he has to remind him that Alastor still has free will, and he has to entice him to stay.

If Lucifer wants him, he'd better be able to catch him and deal with the consequences when he does.

Alastor returns to the Hotel and avoids the common areas; he does not hide from Lucifer as the King expected. Instead, he is back to pretending that Lucifer does not exist.

Lucifer decides to try for some patience, even though what he wants is to drag that lithe body to him and kiss him senseless. 

Lucifer decides to carry the ring in his pocket to place in back where it belongs when Alastor calms down.

Alastor is acting as if nothing has occurred between them. 

The tension between them is so apparent that Charlie decides it might be in everyone’s best interests to have a night out on the town.

She knows that her dad means well, but he is slightly out of practice courting. She hopes some alone time will allow them to get together.

The second that Charlie leaves the Hotel, the atmosphere changes. Alastor seems to disappear from Lucifer’s grasp within seconds of Lucifer popping into a room.

“Darling, may I have a moment…”Lucifer requests in the foyer.

“Sweetheart?” Lucifer calls out as he portals to the library, only to catch Alastor’s retreating back walking out of the room.

“Alastor?” Lucifer yells as he steps out of the portal and takes hurried steps. He speeds up when he hears Alastor’s steps scamper away from the hallway and take the elevator.

“ALASTOR!” Lucifer calls, but the stare that Alastor gives him rankles and unsettles him into faltering.

Until Alastor snarls at him and pointedly turns away from him as the doors close.

The elevator rises faster than expected, but there can only be one place that Alastor is trying to get to. His rooms, and Lucifer refuses to let him spend one more moment away from him.

He has been too indulgent, and now he must discipline Alastor.

Alastor barely makes it to his room when a portal appears beside him. 

“Did you really think that you could run from me? I am the King!” snarls Lucifer as he pounces on Alastor’s slim frame. 

They both crash to the ground in a tangle of limbs. Alastor is expecting this, and he pushes and rolls accordingly until Lucifer twists his arm behind his back and forces his left hand to release the fist.

Lucifer releases him when he finishes placing the ring back on his finger. The screech of static drowns out what Lucifer had hoped would have been a firm reprimand for Alastor’s behavior.

Alastor looks down at his hand to find the ring back on it again, and the rage that consumes his features is something that Lucifer knows terrifies the Pride Ring.

Lucifer is about to flex his power as King and Husband when Alastor again removes the ring and throws it so it hits him square in the face.

“Do you think I will accept being married to you without you asking properly!” screams Alastor.

The rage that Lucifer had felt rising in his chest becomes a heavy weight that drops into his stomach.

 He had been so focused on the end goal that he lost sight of some important things.

“What?” Lucifer gasps, out of the things that he expected Alastor to be upset about, that wasn’t what he thought would be the issue.

Alastor is no longer running from him, he has risen to his full height and is walking towards Lucifer like an avenging angel. An image that Lucifer didn’t think he would see again.

“What were you even going to tell Charlie when she saw the ring? Did you think that I was going to inform our daughter that you proposed while you were balls deep inside me like a common whore?” Demands Alastor as he pushes Lucifer back and turns pointedly away from him.

Beneath the rage, there is a crack of hurt that makes Lucifer feel shame for the first time in a long time.

It is a feeling that even the most well-meaning husbands will experience at least a few times during marriage. When the realization that they have made their partner feel unloved or unworthy by neglecting something important.

“Charlie adores you. I have told her how much I value you. She is aware of my intentions towards you,” asserts Lucifer, though now he deeply wishes that he had added some candles or flowers to his proposal.

Alastor doesn’t move his body, he instead turns his head around on his shoulders in a move that is featured in horror movies.

“Well, you failed to show me with your offer of marriage. If one could call it that. I had no idea what you were implying until I saw the ring,” Alastor huffs before turning away.

The Radio Demon has wrapped his arms tightly around himself and is now refusing to look at Lucifer.

Lucifer finds himself apologizing when he had expected to be the one receiving the apology.

Ultimately, Lucifer agrees to do it properly and involving Charlie in picking out a new ring.

“I suppose that will suffice, for now,” announces Alastor before relaxing his long limbs and turning around to face Lucifer.

Lucifer takes it as an invitation and reaches out for it, only to find his hand slapped away.

“I think I want you to work a little bit harder than that,” proclaims Alastor.

“What?” huffs Lucifer, wondering what Alastor wants now. His new consort is really pushing his luck, and Lucifer is hoping that Alastor’s nature will give him the opportunity to correct his behavior.

“The other pieces of jewelry you gave me…” Alastor blushes and stammers when he finds Lucifer looking at him hungrily.

“They are just piercings. I needed to mark you as mine,” explains Lucifer. Alastor gives him a slow blink. There is nothing normal about the piercings, but Alastor will not get stuck on that argument.

“I fail to see the purpose of the piercings,” counters Alastor, though his face is flushed with want. Lucifer can almost see the metal pressed against the fabric of Alastor’s shirt and feels blood rush south.

“That is because you left our bed before I could give you a demonstration,” Lucifer reminds him.

“Perhaps I may allow you to show me now, if you indulge me first,” teases Alastor, being near Lucifer has been far more stimulating that he had expected.

“Indulge you how little doe?” asks Lucifer.

“As you are now aware, I have some prominent deer features,” mentions Alastor, pointing to his ears while Lucifer’s eyes trail towards the lower end of his spine.

“They are lovely features,” murmurs Lucifer, leaning towards Alastor to pull him closer. Alastor moves away from him another two steps, drawing Lucifer further into the swamp area of his room. The night sounds seem to have given way to silence, the darkness within appears to have intensified.

“There are things that I have heard get sinners like me excited. Tell me, Sire. Are you up for a chase?” demands Alastor 

Lucifer feels his blood rush to his cock, and he is about to pounce on Alastor when he feels his feet sink into the soft marshy ground that he has followed Alastor into. 

Lucifer looks down, cursing when he hears Alastor’s laugh move farther away from him. His prey seems to be able to easily move in his natural habitat. 

Alastor disappears into the shadow, and in the scant seconds, it takes Lucifer to pull himself out of the muck and shift his form into something that is more suited to this scenario.

An impressive rack, muscles that scream virility, and long, buck legs that move easily through the soft ground.

Lucifer comes to the edge of a dense wooded area and finds that Alastor has discarded his clothes and left them hanging on a branch. A clear invitation of what he wants Lucifer to do to him once Lucifer catches him.

Lucifer takes off through the marshy ground and picks up the scent of his newly claimed consort. Whiskey, dirt, static, and want. Alastor knows these woods, but he hasn’t counted on the devil pulling every advantage, and Lucifer shifts again and brings his wings into the game. 

He moves silently and is able up into the trees and easily finds that slim form moving in the dim light.

 Alastor is beautiful, and predictably, his doe has ended up hiding in the woods near a clearing. 

Lucifer waits for him to move further away from the trees, and when he does, he descends on Alastor from above and earns himself shocked gasps as their naked flesh meets.

“You underhanded bastard,” screams Alastor, though he winds his arms around Lucifer’s neck as the latter settles himself between Alastor’s legs. His doe seems ready to surrender to him now that Lucifer has caught him.

“You didn’t say I had to chase you on foot,” points out Lucifer before kissing Alastor and pushing him against a tree. Alastor welcomes his touch in a way that is far more enthusiastic than their previous encounters. He keens sweetly when Lucifer gently plucks a turgid nipple and moans when Lucifer rubs the piercing adorning his sensitive clit.

“Fuck!” exclaims Alastor as he feels Lucifer rub himself against his slit. 

“I will, sweetheart,” promises Lucifer, but he only teases Alastor with more kisses and calculated touches. Alastor is trapped between the tree and Lucifer’s hard body and can only allow himself to be played with.

Between the stimulation, Lucifer’s massive wings, and how those red eyes look down on Alastor, it isn’t long until his doe is eager to breed.

Glassy, needy eyes look up at Lucifer, but he needs to hear Alastor ask him for this. Wants to hear from Alastor that he wants this now that he has initiated it on his terms.

Lucifer wraps his strong, agile tail around Alastor’s thigh and rubs against the sensitive nub, rubbing against the metal until the flesh is swollen.

 Alastor wraps his legs around the Monarch silently, requesting more.

Lucifer buries his cock inside his doe and fucks into the soft, yielding body of his consort. Spurred by desire and an animalistic need to reclaim what he wants, he bites Alastor’s slender neck. 

Alastor moans and clings to him and buries his face into Lucifer’s neck. He is currently overwhelmed by feelings so intense that he bites Lucifer’s shoulder and feels the Devil falter in his movement until Lucifer pulls Alastor’s head back harshly by his hair and returns the love bite with an even more aggressive one.

“Lucifer, be mine, be with me, love me,” pleads Alastor, and the Monarch is helpless at the note of mutual possession and desire in Alastor’s voice and cums inside his deer. 

The feeling of the King spilling his seed inside Alastor triggers his own orgasm.

They end the night with the understanding that Alastor belongs to Lucifer as much as Lucifer belongs to Alastor.

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A few months later, after the official proposal and a small wedding, in the Royal bedroom

“Ah, agh, aahh, ahh,” Alastor moans in time with the resounding wet slaps of Lucifer’s heavy balls hitting his new consort’s impeccable, swollen cunt. 

Alastor can’t think past every intense sensation coursing through his body.

Lucifer’s thick cock stretches his sensitive pussy open. Sharp, black claws are stimulating his small, sensitive breasts. Those sharp, trim hips rutting into his yielding body. How every thrust hits his clit piercing. Everything is sending intense waves of pleasure through him. 

Everything exquisite sensation has robbed him of all his faculties.

Alastor can hardly hold himself up, and when he feels Lucifer’s lash-like tail wrap around, he allows himself to lean into the support it provides. It allows him a chance to give his trembling limbs a respite.

“Ahhh, Lucifer,” Alastor moans, his voice has a huskier tone from how long he has been calling out to Lucifer.

The glittering metal ring on Alastor’s left hand announces that he is taken and claimed. Finally, Alastor seems to be enjoying being in his proper place, in his proper role.

“Look at how well you take me, my sweet doe,” praises Lucifer as he thrusts into the pliant body beneath him. 

Alastor clenches tightly at being praised and mewls wantonly. 

“Such a fucking good wife, taking my cock like you have always been meant to,” Lucifers adds and receives a series of pleased wags and more sweet, broken sounds he showers Alastor with praise. Lucifer gazes admiringly at the long, graceful spine, the adorable fawn spots, and that gorgeous ass framed in a white heart. It still isn’t enough for the insatiable King.

Lucifer needs to see his consort’s blissed-out face. Needs to admire the look of complete surrender, and that is what he decides he will do now.

Alastor whimpers as he feels Lucifer press himself into his back and slither his arms underneath his slim thighs. 

With a thought, an ornate mirror appears before them, and another thought manifests an intricate shibari on Alastor’s body.

Alastor’s hands are bound overhead, his knees are up towards his chest with his legs splayed open, he is completely displayed, and Lucifer has to take a breath to enjoy the sight of his newest consort seated on his cock.

Alastor’s hair is stuck to his face, the delicate crown that rests on his head, despite their vigorous lovemaking, is the only article of clothing he has worn over the last few days.

Alastor’s eyes are glazed over in pleasure, pert breasts and hard nipples bruised from Lucifer’s affections, the deep blush on his abdomen, and the promise of a deep bruise around that slutty waist from where his tail had been holding fast and pulling earlier.

It is the loveliest, filthiest thing that Lucifer has seen.

Alastor’s mouth is slightly open as he orients himself to the change in position, but he closes it to breathe and swallow his saliva as he processes the picture they make together.

Lucifer catches the moment that Alastor realizes that he can see himself in the mirror. The crimson blush that spreads over his lover’s face as he sees how wide he has opened up for Lucifer. How that thick cock has a thick smear of deer pussy drool around the base of the shaft.

“Lucifer, more, please,” moans Alastor as their gaze meet, and Lucifer grips Alastor’s hips to pull him down on his cock again. It earns him a mewl that makes Lucifer’s horns grow large on his head.

The sounds of furious fucking resume because how can Lucifer resist such a request from his new Queen.

Chapter Text

It had been a long day of televised celebrations.

Charlie’s Hotel successfully redeemed its one hundredth guest, and Lucifer declared a Hell-wide holiday to celebrate.

In addition to a parade and general celebration, the King decided to throw a garden party for the higher-ranking members of society.

 The Royal Family enjoyed the view from a balcony while their guests mingled in the garden and the ballroom. Charlie and Vaggie had long gone down to the ballroom to start the dance hours ago. Lucifer allows himself to be led downstairs to close the party.

 It is a long day for Alastor and Lucifer, though the latter excels at keeping the guests captivated, entertained, and calm. 

Every Ring has brought for performers and artists to put on a variety show. It has all been televised throughout Hell, but the King only has eyes for Alastor.

His consort, his doe, glows from the inside out. Standing before him, clad in jewels and red silk.

 Lucifer has slowly shifted magic and power into Alastor, allowing his body to reawaken and adapt for what lies ahead now that they have settled into their married life. 

Alastor has thrived with Lucifer and vice versa. 

Lucifer follows besides him as people come up to bid them farewell and thank them for the invitation.

Lucifer is there to place a possessive hand around Alastor’s waist, his elbow, his neck.

If his subjects think that he looks like a besotted fool, Lucifer pays them no mind, but the King is well aware that there are cameras that follow Alastor as closely as his shadow once did. Lucifer senses the drone and knows that signature and that the images are being sent to only one viewer.

A glowing, red-eyed stare warns the drone to cut the view away lest it end up a pile of ashes when Lucifer wishes to pull Alastor in for a kiss that isn’t meant for the public to see.

 The drone moves back to the side and rounds a corner to continue sending footage, but stays out of Lucifer’s line of sight. Lucifer pulls Alastor into a dark corner away from prying eyes.

“Lucifer! We have guests to attend to,” objects Alastor in between kisses, and even though he sounds annoyed, he has yet to push Lucifer away or demand that he stop. 

Alastor is aware that Vox’s drones are more than capable of capturing images at this distance, and if the bastard insists on watching, then that is his problem. Alastor refuses to feel shame about what happens between married couples when no one is supposed to be looking.

“They are overstaying their welcome,” growls Lucifer as he buries his face in Alastor’s neck and pulls him closer into his embrace.

“You are the one who insisted on ending the night with fireworks for all to see. Now you have to deliver,” argues Alastor, and he feels Lucifer’s tail find the side slit of his dress to wrap around his thigh.

“Don’t worry, I plan to, and then I have something else planned on the balcony just for us,” discloses Lucifer as he rubs and pushes his sinuous tail against Alastor’s slit. Lucifer pulls Alastor in for another kiss before they resume their duties.

Charlie and Vaggie let them both know they are returning to the Hotel. 

The rest of the stragglers clear out quickly when they see that their King’s eyes and appearance have taken on a more territorial look. 

Once alone, save for the staff who know to make themselves scarce, Lucifer portals them back up to their balcony and settles Alastor to stand next to the railing while Lucifer admires him.

“If all that you are planning to do is stare, I should have started getting ready for bed,” comments Alastor, as he raises a challenging eyebrow towards Lucifer.

“You know, you can have everything you want as long as you are mine,” states Lucifer as he walks towards Alastor, whose eyes widen as he takes in the sizeable outline of his husband’s cock.

“You know I have been yours far longer than we have been married,” answers Alastor. The memory of Lucifer whispering mine as he thrust into him floats across his memory, bringing the same blush that Lucifer remembers fondly.

It also brings a pulsing, yearning hunger between Alastor’s legs that he has become familiar with. Additionally, wetness gathers between his thighs.

“Turn around, keep your hands here,” commands Lucifer, guiding Alastor’s hands over the railing.

Alastor shivers as he feels Lucifer pick up his skirts to his hips and vanish his undergarments. He tightens his grip around the stone, and he’s about to ask Lucifer if something is wrong when he feels those black claws open him up to be devoured by the Devil.  If anyone were to look up, they would only be able to see Alastor, with his torso bent over the railing as if he were breathlessly admiring the view.

“Lucifer! What is the purpose of this?” flusters Alastor. He has become much more comfortable with bedroom activities, but they have kept it to the bedroom. 

“I want you to see your Kingdom, as you cum on my tongue,” answers Lucifer.

It is reminiscent of their first time, when Alastor knows he must have planned this. Lucifer licks, nibbles his thighs, kisses his pussy, and prods at the opening with his tongue until Alastor begins to whine.

Alastor blinks and looks around. The palace grounds lie before him, but he can easily imagine all of Hell. The entirety of it is his now, and while he never thought this would be how he would get it, he doesn’t regret it.

However, despite having everything he ever wanted in front of him all he wants is to turn around and pull Lucifer in for a kiss. Lucifer has turned him into such a foolish romantic.

“Lucifer, please, I need you,” moans Alastor, but all he receives in return is a pleased chuckle from the King. 

Lucifer is far too enamored in worshiping who he values most.

The King licks a long stripe and sucks Alastor’s clit before he rubs and toys with him until he wrings out an orgasm from his half-exposed consort. He pulls away when Alastor begins to tremble and moan his name.

Alastor jolts when he feels his clothes vanish from him, and gasps briefly as he feels Lucifer’s muscular body line up behind him. The glint of the nipple piercings flash before Alastor lowers his chest into the stone.

 Alastor bent his knees, so Lucifer has no trouble driving himself into him, and he keeps his hands on the banister as directed. Lucifer begins to thrust into him while placing reverent kisses on his back and on his shoulder. 

Even after all their time together, Lucifer is still a lot to take, and Alastor can feel his hooves twitch as Lucifer bottoms out within his body. Everything has always been intense with Lucifer, but over the last few months, Alastor can’t seem to get enough of the feel of Lucifer hitting deep inside him. Instincts that have gotten more acute as the time has pased drives

Alastor to meet Lucifer’s thrust without thinking about it. 

His clit feels even more sensitive than usual as a hard thrust slaps Lucifer’s heavy sack against it, and Alastor wails Lucifer’s name as he feels an orgasm begin to build in his core.

He is so close, but he needs more.

“Lucifer! Please, I need…”Alastor stammers, and he hears Lucifer’s questioning moan turn to indulgence.

“Show me what you need, doe,” Lucifer demands 

 As soon as the words are out of the blond’s mouth Alastor releases one hand from the balcony and uses his uncanny flexibility and height to turn around and pull Lucifer into a desperate kiss. 

The feel of Alastor’s needy mouth on his, along with his clenching cunt around his length, makes Lucifer feral, and he moves his hips hard enough to lift Alastor off his hooves for a few seconds.

Alastor feels his orgasm clench so tightly around Lucifer’s shaft that Lucifer is helpless to do anything but shoot his seed inside Alastor’s warm womb.

“I need you, only you,” moans Alastor as the kiss slows down, and their foreheads meet. 

The admission that Alastor has all of Hell at his feet but that he needs Lucifer makes his heart clench as much as Vox’s shatters at hearing those words. Lucifer places another kiss and smirks over Alastor’s shoulder, where he knows a drone remains. 

Lucifer snaps it out of existence with a thought before slowly pulling out of Alastor while keeping him upright with a strong arm around that slim torso. 

Neither of them cares if they leave a mess on the balcony; fortunately, most remains inside Alastor’s body and thighs.

Alastor trembles like a newborn fawn momentarily before Lucifer carries him bridal style back to their bedroom. Lucifer hopes that he has been able to plant a new addition to their family tonight, and if he hasn’t, he looks forward to trying again until it takes.

Fin