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It all started with a cup of coffee.
Lucifer knew something was up. He wasn’t dumb. The Radio Demon suddenly playing nice and bringing him coffee was so completely suspicious that it was laughable. Did Alastor think he was a complete idiot? (Don’t answer that.)
However, what Alastor didn’t know was that he was pretty much immune to all poisons. So he was going to drink it. Just not without giving Alastor a little grief first.
Lucifer put his phone down on the kitchen table. He’d been doomscrolling for too long anyway. Then looked at the cup. Alastor sat himself across from him without asking permission, his own cup in hand. “Isn’t it a little late for coffee?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Heresy,” Alastor replied lightly, smiling as he took a sip from his own mug. As if that would make Lucifer any less suspicious.
“And you got me a cup... why?” Lucifer pressed.
“Why, I never! I’m just being neighborly,” the deer demon said, affronted as he put a hand to his chest. “Isn’t that what Charlie would want of us? To be friendly?”
“Uh-huh,” Lucifer replied flatly. He was pretty sure that Charlie wouldn’t want her father to keel over dead either, but that clearly wasn’t stopping Alastor. Well, might as well get this over with and rain on Alastor’s parade. “Fine, but this better not be poisoned,” he said for effect, picking up the coffee and taking a sip. To Alastor’s credit, it was done exactly how he liked it with lots of milk and sugar. He finished half the cup in one gulp, but the deer demon kept looking at him expectantly.
“You should finish it while it’s still warm,” Alastor said sweetly.
As if that wouldn’t be a clue on its own the Radio Demon was up to something dastardly. However, Lucifer tilted it back and finished the rest. He set the mug down on the table with a clack and slid it over. “Happy?”
“Quite,” Alastor smiled, sitting back in satisfaction. Waiting.
Well, he was going to be waiting a long ass time. Lucifer picked up his phone again, intent on just waiting him out. After a long minute, he looked up from his phone and found Alastor still staring at him. Studying him like a bug. Lucifer tried to pay attention to his phone again. Then after another few minutes, he looked up again. Alastor was still watching him, in that eerie non-blinking way. Lucifer began to fidget, growing weirdly flustered at being stared at so intently.
The smile suddenly stretched wider. The deer demon scooted his chair closer, getting uncomfortably close into his personal space. “My, my, is that a blush?” he crooned sweetly, so close that Lucifer could feel his breath. “How delightful. Whatever is going on in your mind right now?”
The fuck?
Alastor just about giggled to himself, scooting away and holding up his mug of coffee in a small gesture of cheers. “Well, I hope you have a good rest of the night!” With that he simply pranced away, looking inordinately pleased with himself.
Lucifer stared after him.
...Okay, so it probably wasn’t poison.
~o~
It happened again with a tequila sunrise.
Which, by the way, absolutely delightful drink. If only it weren’t drugged with something that Alastor very clearly put into it.
To be fair, he didn’t realize at first that Alastor put anything in it. Husk made the drink at the bar. And he’d been having a perfectly nice conversation with Angel as he sipped his drink.
Which is when the Radio Demon suddenly appeared. Sliding himself right between him and Angel ostensibly to get himself a rye neat from Husk. “Oh hello, lovely evening,” Alastor smiled, keeping himself cozy right in between them. Lucifer didn’t miss the way that his eyes flicked to his half finished drink. “Lucifer.”
“Alastor.”
Lucifer looked down at his drink, then as if he was dared he downed the rest of it. Then he turned to the bartender, “Husk, another-“ Before he got a chance to fully turn, he felt a claw at his jaw. Keeping his eyes on the deer demon.
“Ah-ah~” Alastor smiled, “Eyes on me, dear.”
Again. The fuck?
Lucifer couldn’t help but blush, feeling the tip of Alastor’s claw along his skin like a hot brand. The self-satisfied look on Alastor’s face grew. Without turning to look at Husk he ordered, “Husker, get our dear king a new drink, why don’t you?”
“...Yeah, okay,” Husk said after a pause, also staring at Alastor. Good to know he wasn’t the only one thinking Alastor was acting strange. A new tequila sunrise was poured, but before Lucifer could pick it up, Alastor snatched it up along with his own drink.
“Come along, Luci~” he singsonged, hopping away from the bar to head across the lobby floor.
Luci? Luci?! When did he suddenly get a nickname?!
Lucifer briefly turned to look at Husk and Angel, mouthing, ‘What the Hell?’ However, they were just as confused as he was. Eyes wide, Angel shrugged helplessly while Husk looked like he had just swallowed a lemon. The king was a little tempted to not follow Alastor and just get a new drink, but he also wanted to figure out what was up with him. So after a moment’s hesitation, he trailed after Alastor across the floor.
Turned out Alastor was leading them to the library. Reading wasn’t exactly a vice, so the place was nearly always empty. Just as it was now. A fire crackled in the fireplace, making the place a lot toastier than it really needed to be, but the atmosphere was nice. The Radio Demon led them to a loveseat in front of the fire, patting the seat beside him as he settled down.
“Well, this is cozy...” Lucifer said, a little weirded out to be sharing a couch with the Radio Demon.
“Isn’t it just?” Alastor smiled, handing him his drink as he sat. He was very close, though not quite touching.
A little unnerved, but holding it together, Lucifer sipped his drink which was already beading up with condensation from how warm it was in here. Did they really need to sit next to the fireplace? He pulled at his own collar, trying to let out some of the heat. He nearly jumped when Alastor put a hand over the back of his as he fidgeted with his bowtie.
“Now, now. None of that,” the deer demon chided, pulling his hand down from his bowtie. “Why don’t we chat?” He kept his hand enclosed around Lucifer’s though, making the king’s face inflame even more. Alastor only watched him, enjoying the view. “I must say, it is such a treat to see you like this,” he said, a claw once again trailing down his glowing cheek. “So, tell me. What is it that you like about me?”
...the fuck did Alastor put in his drink?
“You are absolutely shameless,” Lucifer said incredulously.
“Why thank you,” Alastor hummed, pleased. “What else?”
That wasn’t even a compliment!
“Your confidence holds no bounds.”
“A riff off the last one, but I’ll allow it. Next.”
“Well, I guess I like that you use a cane.”
“How cheeky. Complimenting yourself at the same time?” Alastor said, amused. “What else?”
Good grief. How long was the compliment fishing going to go on? Lucifer studied him for a long moment. “You have a lovely voice.”
Alastor seemed to freeze up at that, eyes widening a fraction. He suddenly pulled back, letting out a shrill little laugh. Then choked, putting a hand over his own mouth. “Well, that’s quite enough of that,” he said, abruptly standing.
Seeming to regain his composure, he gave a little wave, “Well, ta-ta, Luci~ Do hope you have a pleasant night.” It sounded almost like a threat. Albeit a teasing one. Then he left, leaving Lucifer to his confused thoughts.
He really, really needed to figure out what Alastor was dosing him with.
~o~
So what people may not realize is that while duck making was an absolutely legit way to pass the time, there was actually a hidden feature in all of his little quacky creations. Each and every single one of them was imbued with one of his infinite eyes. Letting him spy through each and every one of them if he so chose. Sometimes he just liked to toss them into the Styx and just spent the day vicariously coasting lazily down the river. More often than not he gave them away as gifts to vassals and enemies alike and made it abundantly clear that it would be criminal to toss away a royal gift. Silly or not.
Was that a gross violation of privacy? Absolutely.
Did he care? Not at all.
So with that in mind, Lucifer made a duck for Alastor. Pretty standard, no extra frills besides just customizing it to look like the Radio Demon. It was pretty cute though. He reached out to open the little eye in the tiny radio cane, watching himself watching the duck watching himself etc. etc. It was always a little trippy. At least it worked.
However, he couldn’t just give it to Alastor out of the blue. He had to wait for Alastor to dose him again with whatever he was doing to his drinks. Clearly something that he thought would make him pliant or something. There was a pattern.
The third time was not even remotely subtle. Alastor brought him a strawberry milkshake to his ensuite study, which, yum. At least the deer demon was bribing him with the good stuff. However, clearly he miscalculated. Lucifer looked at the very large glass with a thick straw at his elbow. Alastor looked eagerly down at him.
Deciding to mess with him, Lucifer took a sip of it and then got back to his letters. The deer demon let out a small noise of impatience. “Aren’t you going to finish?”
“It’s a giant milkshake, Alastor. I’ll get brain freeze!” Lucifer protested.
“We’re in Hell. It’s going to melt,” Alastor argued back.
With a put upon sigh, Lucifer took another dainty sip. Smiling internally as Alastor gave him an agonized look.
It took him a whole hour to finish the milkshake. By the time that he slurped up the very last little bit of it, the deer demon looked ready to crawl up the walls. Instead he grabbed Lucifer’s face between his hands, staring into his eyes like he wanted to bore into his soul. “You really made me work for it today, Luci,” he growled, tracing his thumbs over Lucifer’s cheek bones. “No more milkshakes for you.”
“But they bring all the boys to the yard,” Lucifer snickered. Alastor gave him a baffled look, clearly not understanding. The king sighed. “Nevermind.” Nothing was more sad than a bad joke that fell flat.
Then he froze up when Alastor cupped his chin, turning his face this way and that. “No blush today?” he queried, mostly to himself. “Odd. Are you getting used to this, Luci?” He smiled wider, almost menacing. “Do I need to do more to you?”
Without warning, the deer demon suddenly sat in Lucifer’s lap, making himself cozy as he wrapped his arms around the king’s shoulders. Lucifer’s face went bright gold, causing a self-satisfied look to cross Alastor’s face. “There we are,” he purred, his claws ghosting over the heat of Lucifer’s cheeks. “Lovely.”
What on earth...?
Lucifer was already starting to suspect what Alastor was dosing him with, but why? It was probably some kind of lust potion, meant to get him all hot and bothered. So what, did Alastor just enjoy being a complete tease? Having power over his body and not giving him what he wanted?
Alastor grinned wickedly, distracting him from his thoughts. “Is that a flashlight in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”
Lucifer blinked. Then remembered. “Oh! No, no,” he said, then pulled out not a flashlight, but the little duck he made. Alastor looked quite put out at first, until he realized what it was. “I made this for you,” Lucifer said with a charming smile, holding it out for the Radio Demon to take. “Do you like it?”
The deer demon stared at it. “When did you make this?” he asked slowly.
“Oh! Uh, after last time. In the library. I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” Lucifer said, wondering if that was right or if he’d just given the game away. It looked like it worked as Alastor visibly relaxed and plucked up the little duck from the king’s outstretched palm.
“C’est trop mimi,” he said to himself, though it was unclear if he was talking about the duck as he looked straight at Lucifer. “Why thank you, Luci. I’ll treasure it.” He pocketed the duck into his long coat, then wrapped his arms around Lucifer’s shoulders again. “Now, where were we? Oh, yes, you were telling me how lovely and dashing I am.”
“Was I?” Lucifer asked, genuinely amused. “Are you sure? You got all flustered last time.”
“Lies,” Alastor replied. “Now go on.”
Well fine. If he wanted to play that game.
“On a scale of 1 to 10, you’d be a 9.” A frown briefly knit Alastor’s brow, before Lucifer finished, “And I’m the 1 you need.”
That was when the Radio Demon realized what was happening. “Oh no.”
Oh yes.
“Did I tell you I know how the universe started? It started with u-n-i.”
“Please stop,” Alastor said, pained.
Oh he was on a roll now. “Do you have a map? Because I got lost in your eyes.”
“Lucifer, stop.”
“Are you a beaver? Cuz daaaaaaamn~”
The deer demon finally just slapped a hand over his mouth. “Luci, will you behave?”
“Can I just say one more?” Lucifer asked, words buzzing muffled under Alastor’s palm as he held up one finger.
“…fine,” Alastor relented, letting go.
The Devil grinned. “You know I think I saw your picture before. It was in the dictionary next to the definition of gorgeous.”
For some reason, that one landed. A gentle, almost charming blush touched Alastor’s high cheekbones, before the Radio Demon abruptly pulled himself away. “Well, I hardly think that was worth waiting an hour,” he said, though his flushed face downplayed his disgruntlement. “I will see you later, Luci.”
Lucifer smiled at him, propping a chin on the heel of his hand. Perfectly smug. “Later gator.”
Alastor let out a kind of strangled sound between buzzing and a screech. Then left without another word.
Grinning to himself, Lucifer got back to his work. Then opened up his mind to the eye he kept in the little Alastor duck. Doing a little ride along. It wasn't exactly a long walk with Alastor being just down the hall from him. Claws pulled the little duck out of the dark pocket and to the deer demon’s face. Alastor looked the little duck over, expression unreadable, before he put the toy on a shelf before he went on with his day.
A shelf that very helpfully had several delicate corked vials with elegant script written on them.
Love Potion no. 9
Lucifer recognized the name immediately. A potion of love at first sight. An absolutely vile concoction meant to make someone fall in love with whomever they first lay eyes on. And then completely forget about what happened afterwards. It was like a much more twisted roofie. He thought they’d gotten rid of them all ages ago.
Obviously it was back. And in the Radio Demon’s claws. To use on him.
That cad! That fucking scoundrel! Did he really think he could get away with playing with Lucifer’s heart and mind like this?! Not that it worked at all, but that was besides the point! How dare he?!
Part of him was tempted just to storm Alastor’s room and have it out with him. Grab what he could of vials and use it to force Charlie to kick the Radio Demon out of the hotel once and for all.
But then a thought occurred to him. What if he… didn’t? What if he kept up the ruse? What if he could play Alastor instead? It would serve him fucking right.
A devious smile crossed Lucifer’s lips. To quote a certain deer demon: Oh, this will be fun.
~o~
This time it was a cup of tea. Served with a slice of lemon cake.
Lucifer glanced up at the little plate placed on the side table next to where he’d lain down on the couch and had been doomscrolling. His eyes flicked up to Alastor who smiled innocently down at him.
This was starting to happen more frequently. The first two times had been two weeks apart. The third was a week. Now this was only five days.
“Bribing me again?” he asked, rolling up to a sit as he looked at the cake and tea. “Alastor, some people might get the idea that you like me.”
“Ha! What a fanciful idea!” Alastor laughed. “Only an insane person would believe such tripe.”
“Uh huh,” Lucifer said, taking a bite of the cake. He couldn’t help the delighted little squeal at the taste. Soft, sweet, fluffy, with the perfect amount of zing. Oh this was really, really good cake. (Mixed signals much?)
“Don’t forget to wash it down,” Alastor reminded him, giving him a pleasant smile.
Now that he knew what was up, Lucifer knew exactly how to act. Unlike a completely clueless deer demon who probably never had a loving bone in his body. Lucifer had millenia of experience. So he downed the cup of tea at once, turning his attention back to the cake. A claw gently tilted his chin upwards, turning his eyes up to meet Alastor’s red.
Aaaand Action.
Lucifer didn’t blush. It was hard to fake that. Instead he softened his gaze, looking on the deer demon as he would Lilith. Alastor seemed to note the marked change, blinking rapidly. Lucifer smiled gently at him, which also seemed to make Alastor falter. He drew slightly back, unsure. Lucifer pressed in, clambering over the arm of the couch to grin softly at the deer demon. “Could you feed me the rest?” he asked, nodding to the mostly unfinished plate of cake.
“Oh, uh,” Alastor said, somehow flummoxed for words. “Y-yes, of course, Luci.” He plucked the fork from Lucifer’s hand, using it to feed Lucifer bite by bite of that absolutely luscious cake. Lucifer kept making his genuinely happy noises, enjoying being hand fed by an unsuspecting doofus. The cake wasn’t even done before Alastor abruptly stood. And without preamble just walked away.
Lucifer stared after him. Honestly, if that was all it took to fluster Alastor it made him feel just a little skeezy. …then again this was totally Alastor’s fault to begin with. So he happily munched on the rest of the cake himself.
~o~
It was two weeks until Alastor tried again. Lucifer honestly thought he might have scared him off last time, but it appeared the deer demon wasn’t done yet. It made him wonder again what the Hell Alastor was getting out of this.
But he just watched Alastor (through his little ducky) pace the length of his room for nearly half an hour. Then grab a vial to do the deed.
Now Lucifer just had to wait.
Well, after giving Alastor a little bit of a hard time.
Lucifer found an excuse to hang out with his daughter as much as he could on an unofficial father-daughter day. He could almost feel Alastor simmering with impatience in the shadows. However, he didn’t dare approach until after dinner when Lucifer and Charlie finally parted ways.
Scarcely a step after he left the dining room, he felt a clawed hand on his shoulder. “Ah, Lucifer!” Alastor said cheerfully, giving no indication he’d been waiting all day, “I don’t suppose I’ve ever introduced you to a Sazerac before?”
“And I suppose you just happen to have one on hand?” Lucifer asked, amused.
“Would I tease you like that?” Alastor asked, feigning indignation.
“Absolutely.”
The deer demon let out a bark of laughter. “Well, I suppose you’re right. But in this case~” He produced the aforementioned Sazerac, a dark brown liquid in a glass tumbler.
Lucifer took one sniff and knew he wouldn’t care for it. “No thanks.”
Alastor narrowed his eyes. “I didn’t realize the King of Hell would be so averse to strong drink. Can’t handle something that puts hair on your chest?”
“I can handle it fine,” Lucifer said nonplussed. “Doesn’t mean I like it.”
“I’ll believe it when I see it.”
This little…
“Fine!” Lucifer plucked the tumbler from Alastor’s hand, tossing the whole thing back in one swig. It burned all the way down, forcing him to let out a little huff of flame just to take the taste away. He tossed the tumbler back to Alastor, forcing him to catch it. “There, happy?”
“Quite,” the Radio Demon replied, smiling darkly as he dropped the glass down into waiting shadow. He pressed into Lucifer’s personal space, tracing a thumb down a cheek now flushed from alcohol. “How pretty,” he murmured, causing the flush in Lucifer’s face to worsen.
“Yeah, well, you’re pretty,” Lucifer replied tartly, internally cringing at how lame that sounded.
The deer demon let out a laugh. Then he took Lucifer’s hand, interlocking their fingers. “Shall we take this somewhere more private?”
Wow. Okay. He didn’t expect Alastor to escalate. That was fine though. He’d just use it to his advantage. “Let’s go to my room then.”
Alastor blinked. Then said slowly, “Very well.”
Lucifer led the way, strangely self-conscious about holding hands with the fucking Radio Demon in the short walk across the foyer to the elevator. He breathed just a little bit easier once they made it to their floor.
Once they made it to his room, safely behind closed doors, Lucifer whirled around and backed Alastor up against the door. Hands placed either side of Alastor’s hips. “So, we’re alone now,” he smiled up at the deer demon, enjoying the way Alastor suddenly looked trapped. “What did you have in mind?”
The Radio Demon suddenly dissolved into shadow, reappearing in the center of the room. “Well, this place looks about as gaudy as I expected,” he said, blatantly changing the subject as he looked around Lucifer’s bedroom. To the bed, the reading nook, to the plush sitting area next to a fireplace. All branded with colorful carnival themes. “I can’t imagine how well you can sleep with all these bright colors.”
“Well, I do better with a bedmate,” Lucifer replied, holding his hands behind his back in a non-threatening way. He sidled up to the deer demon who had gone very still. “Want to volunteer?”
“HA!” Alastor cried, startled, forcing a laugh. “In your dreams, Luci. I don’t sleep.”
That seemed like a blatant lie, but whatever. “Have you ever thought about it though?” Lucifer asked, “About what it’s like to wake up next to someone you love?”
Alastor stared down at him, keeping his expression carefully inscrutable with his sharp smile. “Why don’t you tell me?” he finally said.
“I mean… I’d rather show you,” the Devil responded. But that seemed a slight step too far as Alastor looked ready to flee again, so he quickly amended, “But alright.”
He looked away in thought, remembering those blissful mornings with Lilith. In what seemed like ages ago. “It feels warm. Safe and cozy. And when you see your love’s face, it just makes you happy. Like all is right with the world.”
Lucifer glanced over to the Radio Demon, giving him a fond smile. “Is that something you think you’d want?”
Alastor didn’t answer for a long time. Just looked at him intently. “…I’ll think about it,” he finally said. Then his cheerful demeanor was back as he took Lucifer’s hand and placed a gentle kiss to his knuckles. “Sweet dreams… darling.”
Then he disappeared into shadow, leaving Lucifer weirdly flustered.
Damn, that smooth motherfucker.
Lucifer stayed up that night, watching through his duck to see if Alastor really was telling the truth about not sleeping. What he did see was Alastor sitting at his table and drinking straight from a bottle of rye. Then leaned his chin on his hand as he looked unblinking out into his bayou. Staying that way for the rest of the night.
~o~
The next time was only four days.
Honestly what Lucifer wouldn’t give to know what was going on in Alastor’s mind. But the Radio Demon was giving nothing away as he cheerfully accosted him again at breakfast.
“This is a café au lait made with chicory,” Alastor offered. “With beignets of course.”
Lucifer all but drooled at the little donut things that were piled high with powdered sugar. “Oh my God, this is the best thing ever,” he said as he chain munched through several of the beignets. Then he paused, realizing that Alastor wasn't pressing him into immediately drinking his coffee. Weird. He narrowed his eyes at the deer demon with suspicion. “Why are you being… like this?”
“What, I can’t treat our most important resident with sweets now and then?” Alastor asked.
“I’m not really a resident, Alastor,” Lucifer reminded him.
“Well, I have high ambitions. Why not try to redeem the biggest sinner of all?” the Radio Demon said playfully.
Lucifer’s eye twitched. “Now see here, you-!” He was suddenly interrupted as Alastor pressed the rim of the coffee cup against his lips.
“Ah! Before I forget, you should wash down all that sugar~” the deer demon laughed, tilting all the contents into Lucifer’s mouth. All the king could do was glare furiously at him for a half second before he had to force his face to soften up. Oh, but it was taking all his willpower to do so. It was a fucking power trip. It had to be.
Well fuck this guy. He was going to make him regret it.
Without warning, as soon as the cup was down, Lucifer reached out and yanked the back of Alastor’s neck down to his level. He smashed their lips together in a forceful kiss, taking advantage of choked startled noise to plunge his tongue into Alastor’s mouth. He tasted strongly of iron and rye, which was not altogether pleasant. But then Alastor let out this soft, delicious sound, which sent a warm tremble down to Lucifer’s bones.
Fuck, when was the last time he kissed someone like this? Why the fuck did it have to be Alastor?
Well, maybe the Radio Demon didn’t need to sleep, but he sure as hell needed to breathe. He wrenched himself back, gasping as he clenched Lucifer’s shoulders. He stared at the king, wild eyed. Lucifer only smiled and pressed in again, fisting Alastor’s lapels to pull him down to kiss him again.
Only for Alastor to dissipate like smoke.
Cursing, Lucifer looked around and found the Radio Demon nowhere to be found. Well, damn. He might have scared him off for good.
~o~
Or so he thought. Until Alastor showed up the very next day in his en-suite study with a pink lemonade.
Lucifer stared at him. “Where’d you get-“
“Just shut up and drink it,” the deer demon said, shoving the glass into his hands. Deciding that maybe Alastor wasn’t playing, Lucifer went ahead and slurped it down, wincing at the slight pang of brain freeze. However, as soon as he was done, Alastor slapped the glass away for it to shatter into the ground. He bodily hauled Lucifer up to sit on top of his desk for better height. Then he cupped Lucifer's face to press an almost desperate kiss against his lips.
Lucifer couldn’t help but feel just a little… smug. Smiling, he loosely wrapped his arms over Alastor’s shoulders, noting that Alastor tasted much better today. Like cloves and cardamom. Though the kiss was slightly awkward, like the deer demon hadn’t actually had that much experience with it.
“Tilt your head just a little, baby,” he coached gently, murmuring against his lips. Alastor did as he was bid, giving no indication that he minded the pet name. Only deepened the kissing further now they had a much better angle.
They must have stayed like that for at least an hour. Because Lucifer was starting to cramp up a little from sitting on the flat wood top. And this was the first time Alastor stayed instead of playing with him and just disappearing. He didn’t know what to make of it.
Finally, the insatiable demon seemed to have his fill, panting softly as he cradled Lucifer’s face in his hands. “Sins Below, but you are lovely,” he spoke, threatening to make the Devil’s heart pitter-patter even without the help of a love potion.
Lucifer didn’t understand it at all. “Why me?” he asked, flushing as Alastor stroked his cheeks. Apparently the deer demon’s favorite part of him.
“Why not you?” Alastor asked, amused.
“Because you hate me?” Lucifer said, as if it were obvious.
“Do I?” the Radio Demon chuckled. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t. What do you think, darling?”
Well, damn, that was a pretty good question. “I think there’s such a thing as hate fucking,” he replied, letting a sour look cross his face. “Are you really not going to tell me?”
“I’ll let you figure it out,” Alastor hummed, graduating to stroking Lucifer’s hair, claws scraping against his scalp. It felt really, really nice actually.
But his legs direly needed some circulation. “Can I get off this desk first?”
“If you must.” However, instead of simply letting Lucifer hop off the desk, Alastor grabbed him by the hips and stole the king’s seat to pull him into his lap. Looking far too amused for his own good.
“This isn’t what I meant,” Lucifer said, face flushing brighter.
“You’re complaining?” Alastor asked, raising an eyebrow.
Well, shit. “N-no…”
“Good,” the deer demon said, pleased. His arm wrapped loosely around Lucifer’s waist, claws continuing to stroke his hair and face. Like he was some kind of treasured pet.
All Lucifer could do was keep up the ruse. And it didn’t look like Alastor was going anywhere anytime soon. Damn, there went his agenda for the day.
Over the course of the next few hours, they migrated to different positions with Alastor being fucking handsy the whole goddamned time. Made out a couple more times, which was nice. But all it did was confuse the Hell out of Lucifer. Did he accidentally flip a switch in the Radio Demon somehow? With just a kiss? Because hot damn.
However, then Alastor began checking the time. The Devil glanced at it himself. They were getting close to six hours. Good to know. “Something wrong, baby?” he questioned, fully knowing what was up.
“Nothing, darling,” Alastor replied smoothly. His grip tightened around Lucifer’s waist just a fraction, before he slid away. He pressed a chaste kiss to Lucifer’s cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that he was gone.
Lucifer blinked. Tomorrow?!
~o~
As nice as it might have been to spend another entire day just making out, Lucifer couldn’t actually afford to do that. So to take preventive measures, he brought his laptop down to the lobby bar and posted up there to actually get through his correspondence.
Husk gave him a strange look as he finally made it down and got the bar ready to open in the late morning. “Kind of early for you, isn’t it?”
“Oh, no, I’m not drinking.” Lucifer said and tapped the filled water bottle he had beside him. “I’m set for the day, thanks. Unless you need me to move?”
Both of them looked around at the empty bar. “You’re just fine,” Husk replied as he went about getting all the garnishes ready. Lucifer grinned and then got back to work.
Which is where Alastor found him hours later. He looked… unamused. His red eyes glanced over Lucifer’s setup. Particularly at the enclosed water bottle at his elbow. “Not happy with your own office?” he asked in a clipped tone.
“Oh, I just thought I’d come down here for a change of pace,” Lucifer said innocently. “Charlie says I need to make more of an effort to socialize more, y’know.” Then he added airily, “Sorry for being such an eyesore, but you’re just going to have to deal.” Because they were still enemies after all.
Alastor narrowed his eyes. Then spun away on his heel without a word.
Husk looked between the two of them at that exchange. “Something going on between you and Boss?” he questioned, able to see that something was up immediately. As any good bartender should.
“Something’s always going on between me and Alastor,” Lucifer replied, smiling as he took a sip of his water. So he passed a perfectly nice afternoon sitting at the bar. Chatting with the day drinkers as he got on with his business.
However, as evening came, Alastor would have the last laugh. Honestly, he should have seen it coming.
When Lucifer headed up to his room, now well past dinner, he didn’t even notice how the shadows were just a little bit too dark. A little too menacing. Until it was too late.
Shadowy tentacles lashed out of the dark, piercing straight through his laptop and yanking the water bottle away until it was a mangled scrap of metal. Lucifer let out a strangled noise of protest, then recoiled as the Radio Demon emerged from the shadows, eyes glowing in menace. Alastor was pissed, which was fucking laughable because he didn’t have any right to be.
“That was my laptop, you fucking asshole!” Lucifer cried, puffing his chest out to the enormous beast that loomed over him. However, the Radio Demon didn’t answer him verbally. Instead, he let out a growl of pure frustration as he cornered the king up against the wall. Lucifer raised an eyebrow, smirking. “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”
Alastor suddenly smashed his lips against Lucifer’s, the Devil caught so off guard that he made a startled sound of surprise. Wait, was Alastor really desperate enough to kiss him without the potion? Had they gone that far? But then he felt a liquid being forced between his lips. Eyes wide, he nearly choked, swallowing it down. Okay, so not that desperate then. Just desperate enough to risk swallowing down the love potion himself.
For some reason, Lucifer found himself irrationally disappointed in him.
However, Alastor’s hands were doing all they could to make him think of absolutely nothing at all, roving down underneath his clothes to claw against his skin. His touch felt hot, like he was burning. “Bedroom,” he rumbled, teething against the skin of Lucifer’s neck.
Fuck, maybe Alastor did swallow down a little of that potion after all.
Lucifer protested, “T-that’s really fast.” But he was given no room for argument as he was scooped up into Alastor’s arms like a doll with a squeak. The tentacles navigated all the obstacles, until they were safely ensconced inside Lucifer’s ‘gaudy’ bedroom as the deer demon put it. Well, he wasn’t complaining now as he dropped the king on top of the covers of his red and white striped canopy bed. Alastor followed, bed dipping with his weight as his mouth continued to try to devour Lucifer’s every breath.
The clothes mercifully stayed on. Barely.
Alastor’s claws might have shredded them up a little bit though, so rough was he with trying to palm and feel Lucifer’s skin. Which was alright, because the king popped several of his buttons of his form fitted shirt in retribution. And not at all because he wanted to feel just what Alastor felt like under all his clothes, whether it be fur or flesh. Turned out it was a buttery soft velvet that would feel addictive if he wasn’t careful.
They stayed in the realm of heavy petting for hours, though Lucifer knew it could have led to more if either were inclined. Rather than press forward to its natural progression, Alastor simply stopped, shivering and overstimulated. He cringed away from Lucifer’s hands, until the king murmured softly, “Shh, shh, it’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” He curled an arm protectively around Alastor’s waist, just letting it lay there as a warm presence. The deer demon relaxed, focusing on just the rise and fall of his breaths. “That’s it. You’re okay, baby,” Lucifer smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to one of Alastor’s glowing cheeks.
Before he knew it, it was morning. Lucifer woke up groggy, cold and alone. Still dressed in his clothes from the night before, he looked over to find his arm splayed over nothing. Groaning, he rolled over onto his back, staring up at his striped canopy.
What the Hell was he getting himself into?