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“Please Al!”
“No.”
“I'm dying here, can't you make an exception?”
“I said I wouldn't,” the radio demon's static voice boomed as he held his ground.
“Please?” Lucifer looked up at him with his best pouting face.
“Luc, we talked about this,” his wall dropped a little as he took hold of Lucifer's hand, “I agreed to do this with you because you said you could handle it.”
“I know, but I didn't expect it to be this hard,” the King of Hell whined. For a man of his status, he was awfully immature.
Lucifer and Alastor had been forced to get along ever since Charlie involved them both in the hotel. They butted heads at first but after the last extermination, they both decided to suck it up and put their differences aside for her. Lucifer had a hard time trusting the radio demon given his reputation and Alastor had a low opinion of Lucifer considering his absence from local affairs.
In a surprising turn of events however, the two men had more to bond over than they thought. Lucifer never imagined he'd find himself attracted to a man but he came to the realization a while ago that he was bound to be alone forever unless he changed his standards and as weird as it seemed, he let himself be vulnerable around Alastor and they genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. One thing led to another and they had been officially dating for a number of months now.
Alastor had a firm rule though, he didn't like sex. He barely liked touching other people but he softened on that around Lucifer after a bit of time. It took months before he even coerced a kiss out of the radio demon. But he didn't hate it and now even initiates those from time to time.
This was fine with Lucifer for a while. He knew that some couples even waited years to have sex for the first time. But knowing that Alastor will never be interested hurt him a little more than he anticipated. He asked him if he'd reconsider a few times before and the answer was a stern no.
What made today any different?
Well, nothing. Except for Lucifer’s insatiable lust that he hadn't been able to quell in weeks. Not even self helping the problem was doing him any good. It was becoming frustrating and he'd lash out at others unintentionally. Charlie escalated her voice at him the other day and that's when he knew he needed to solve his dilemma. Hence the current argument.
“I don't know what to tell you Luci, I can't do that for you. It's too repulsive,” Alastor said bluntly. He couldn't stand to see his King so desperate but in this case, his hands were tied.
“If you can't, then may I suggest an alternative?” Lucifer asked. Alastor raised a brow.
“What do you mean?”
“I thought… maybe I could get a fuck buddy. A friend with benefits? You know, a casual hookup partner. No romance, nothing like that. Just someone to keep around when I need relief,” He suggested, a little terrified to hear Alastor’s reaction to his thought. But frankly, he wasn't sure what else to do.
Alastor hummed while he thought. The silence was murder and he could feel his heart pounding in his ears but when he was ready to reply, Lucifer perked up anxiously, “you want a sex companion, you say?” He paced the floor until he was standing far from Lucifer. That motion made his heart sink.
“Basically, but you'll always be my number one,” he tried to assure him but that wasn't necessarily Alastor’s worry.
“Of course I am,” he laughed, “but if this means so much to you, I suppose I can accept that. However, I have some guidelines.”
Lucifer’s heart could leap from his body right now.
“Oh Al,” Lucifer jumped up and embraced the red clad demon, “thank you! You won't regret this!”
“I'm already starting to,” he rolled his eyes but he stroked Lucifer’s hair tenderly, “but you ARE the sovereign around here. You might as well reap the benefits.”
“But I won't go against you, whatever you need from me to do this I'll do it,” he assured, still gazing up at his love with starry eyes.
“Right, first of all I want to meet and keep an eye on your subject. They can stay here at the hotel so you won't be venturing out to meet anyone. Not only is that suspicious but it's beneath you,” Alastor insisted.
“Done! What else?” so far so good.
“Two, I still come first. I don't want you spending more time with them than you do with me. It's bad for appearances,” he said.
“Makes sense to me,” Lucifer replied. Another easy request, “anything else?
“Hmmm,” Alastor’s eyes narrowed, “one more thing, no romance.”
“What qualifies as romance?”
“Like what we do, anything that goes beyond the purely carnal desires you have counts. No kissing, no gift exchanges, no dates, just sex and nothing more.”
“I can do that,” Lucifer smiled as he wrapped his arms around Alastor's thin waist, “thank you, my love.” He stood on his toes to give the red headed demon a kiss on the cheek, which over time has been something Alastor liked but would never admit. It always read loud and clear on his face though.
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Finding that perfect specimen for sexual favors was proving to be harder than he thought. Lucifer was the man in charge around Hell, meaning most people were eager to jump at the chance to meet him. Like a celebrity, it's one of the main reasons he sequestered himself into his home. The crowds and bombardment of questions became overwhelming. He can comfortably move back and forth between home and Charlie's hotel and that's about all he has the mental energy for.
Until he heard a rumor that he couldn't help but investigate.
It had been several months since the angel’s thwarted execution and there were casualties on both sides. One of which was the first man and a personal enemy to Lucifer for quite some time. A demon with an uncanny description similar to his was jailed for general misconduct and acts of violence towards citizens and he was taken down and detained by anyone willing to help get him out of their lives. Lucifer couldn’t help but investigate to see if the rumors were true.
If they were, things between Heaven and Hell were about to get complicated, but before thinking about that he needed to see it for himself.
Lucifer draped in a long and ragged cloak to hide his features ventured to the jail in disguise. The warden took little convincing to enter and see the detained once he revealed himself just to him and he asked about the troublemaker in question. The jailer directed him to the cell at the very end of the long hallway, bathed in an almost unnatural darkness. Perfect, he could speak privately there.
His footsteps echoed loudly as he walked through the dreary cement space, alerting other inmates of his presence but none dared approach their bars. When he found the cell he noted a large figure huddled in the corner facing away. Approaching cautiously to peer inside, Lucifer could make out messy hair with horns protruding from the sides in a spiral shape. His clothes were tattered but resembled a robe that was long enough to reach the floor, purple and white in color but filthy from dirt and maybe blood. Yellow blood.
Angel blood.
Despite the overwhelming evidence, Lucifer still didn’t know for sure but there was one way to find out. He inhaled a calming breath and uttered the name, “Adam?”
He could hear the figure’s breathing intensify, growing heavy and angry.
The sinner's ear twitched as he turned his head, his tired sharp, sunken eyes glared at the cloaked figure through the bars.
“You've gotta be fucking kidding me,” he scoffed. Lucifer removed his hood to show his face to the man detained, “what in the ever loving fuck do you want?”
“I see you're still the same as ever,” Lucifer joked but his voice didn't waiver. He was speaking sternly, knowing that if It was truly Adam he wouldn't feel inclined to show him any verbal mercy.
“Fuck you!” The figure turned his head more, enough for Lucifer to see the details of his face. It was Adam alright. Besides the horns, he didn't look much different. The only detail that was missing were his big golden wings.
“Big talk towards the guy that kicked your ass,” Lucifer smirked.
“You’re the reason I'm down here, so do me a favor and go kill yourself,” he turned away and slumped against his knees.
“Where am I gonna go if I did that, stupid,” He shook his head.
“Did you come here just to make fun of me or something?” He barked.
“No actually, “ Lucifer knelt down and grasped the bars to show him a little bit of humility. He sighed, part of him couldn't believe he was about to do this, but something was tugging at him in his mind to follow through, “I have an offer for you.”
“Yeah? You think I want your pity? Fuck off, I'd rather stay here,” Adam replied harshly.
“You won't even hear me out?”
“Fuck no.”
“Even if I told you I may have a way to return you to heaven?”
Adam was quiet. He didn't answer but his body shifted around so he could face Lucifer a little more directly.
“You think I'd believe that?” He asked. In better light, Lucifer could see at least his face fully. He was similar to how he looked last they met. His hair was slightly longer and less kempt and his eyes definitely had darkened more than before. His facial hair grew out around his chin and his sideburns too, but his jawline was still clean. The thing he hadn't noticed before was his ears. From behind he couldn't tell but Adam had formed goat-like ears that were coated in black and gold fur that fell against the side of his head.
“It's already happened. You remember that blimp you took out in the extermination?” Lucifer said.
“Yeah?”
“The man piloting that ship died and reincarnated in heaven, Sera confirmed it.”
Adam's eyes grew wide for a moment.
“No fucking way,” he seemed at a loss for words.
“It's true. Charlie's hotel actually helped rehabilitate him. He died again with honor and selflessness and now he's up in the clouds. Free as a bird,” he said.
“So, I gotta do all this reforming shit and I can go back?” Adam asked. Trying to not sound too eager but clearly, he hated being here.
“Yeah, pretty much,” Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, “however, that's not my offer. That's just a reward for your cooperation.”
“With what?” Adam mirrored his expression.
“You're not gonna like it,” he grinned.
“Spit it out!” Adam yelled again.
“I want a sex toy,” Lucifer said bluntly. Adam's face went blank, like he had to process what was just asked of him.
“You're hilarious, what do you actually want?” He tried to laugh but it sounded strained and fearful.
“I'm not joking,” Lucifer insisted.
“You… with me?” His breathing rate increased, “You take my wives, kill me and trap me in your lame hellscape and you dare come in here and ask me to fuck you? Why don't you take my balls while you're at it and hang them over your mantle? Go fuck yourself Lucifer, you sick bastard,” Adam angrily turned away again. He couldn't fathom looking that fallen angel in the eye after what he just said.
“First of all, I didn't kill you. I was going to leave you alone after that vicious ass whooping but one of our comrades got excited. So that's not my fault,” he began, standing to his full and underwhelming height, “and second, you think you're gonna do any better for yourself in this cell? I'll tell you how your days are gonna go if you stay here. You’ll get one meal if you're lucky, and you better hang onto those clothes as long as they’ll last because they won’t give you any new ones. Every day thousands of other very large and very angry demon's are gonna beat you to a bloody pulp until you die and revive in this very cell again only to rinse and repeat for eternity. It's not going to be pretty and if any of them recognize you for who you are and what you've done, oh you better believe they're gonna torment you until you're begging for eradication because not even death can save you from this Hell.”
“Jeez,” Adam rolled his eyes and stood up, “you're a twisted little fuck, Lucifer.”
The fallen angel grinned, “Do we have a deal?”
“No!”
“What if…” Lucifer pondered. He had one ace up his sleeve that he figured Adam couldn't say no to. Of course he hoped it wouldn't come down to it but it seemed to be the only option, “you can take full advantage of me when we do it?”
Adam was silent for a while. The only noise from his cell was his foot angrily tapping against the concrete floor. He was hesitant to say anything but clearly Lucifer’s prior words had shaken him a little.
“I’d get full control huh?” He mused.
“Whatever you'd like,” Lucifer’s tone shifted, trying to imitate the timbre he hears Angel Dust use when he's flirting but not as over the top, “ever heard of hate fucking? Use it. You can use and abuse me however you'd like. I just need to get off sometimes.”
He sounded sincere.
“You're still gross,” Adam scoffed, “but it'll get me outta here?”
“And eventually, maybe even back to heaven,” Lucifer’s brows rose.
With a huge eye roll and audible groan, Adam reluctantly caved, “fine, just do it.”
“Then it's a deal,” Lucifer grinned while he held out his hand. Adam huffed but gripped Lucifer’s tiny hand in his.
The world seemed to stop when their hands met and much to Adam's surprise, a semi transparent shackle formed around his neck with a chain leading back to Lucifer’s hand. He gasped and tried to tug at the new accessory, but of course it wouldn't budge.
He fucked up.
“What the fuck is this? Did you trick me?” He yelled, throwing his body against the bars in anger.
“This is only assurance,” Lucifer grinned, “I need to make sure you won't be tempted to rampage or hurt anyone.”
“So now I'm your bitch huh? Just great,” Adam groaned.
“The shackles aren't visible to anyone. And you won't notice them most of the time. You can be free of them once I feel that you earned it,’ Lucifer explained with a malicious smirk.
“I already regret this.”