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Lucifer squinted and stuck out his tongue as he oh-so-delicately used his powers and left hand to hold his latest duck themed creation still (a cute little robot duck that would follow you and quacks !) while he worked the tiniest screw into place with the fingernails of his right hand.
Almost got iiiiit.
Something slammed against his apple shaped window. He startled, his wings bursting out with a panicked squawk as he toppled off the side of his chair. His duck went sailing ass over teakettle while gears and springs went flying about his workbench.
“Fuck!”
His gaze snapped to the window where a bloody dismembered arm was slowly sliding down the pane of glass.
Oh, fuck no !
He didn’t know what idiot sinners were outside “throwing hands,” but they were not doing it on Morningstar property. Charlie had worked too hard to give her hotel a good reputation. He wasn’t about to let a blood bath happen in the courtyard.
Lucifer let his anger flare, manifested his demonic form, and portaled outside. He was going to put the fear of himself into some lesser demons.
He hovered in the air for a second to scan the courtyard and didn’t even need to blink to see the problem. He couldn’t have missed it if he’d tried.
Alastor was, at present, a massive, unhinged monster in the middle of ripping limbs off of a sinner and using the dismantled appendages as projectiles to knock others down. A gruesome yet surprisingly effective deterrent to them from running away. His aim was impeccable.
Lucifer immediately switched tactics. He dismissed the tail and horns. The last thing he wanted was for Alastor to see him as a potential threat.
He glanced toward the hotel doors and saw Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie looked horrified, shaking her head as she held onto Vaggie’s spear while Vaggie looked determinedly up at Alastor. Vaggie didn’t stand a chance against Alastor like this. Lucifer flew over to the two of them.
“Both of you, go back inside. I’ll handle this.”
“Dad!”
“But Sir—”
He held up his hand.
“You’re no match for him,” he told Vaggie. “Get out of here and keep my daughter safe.”
“I—”
He shot her a look.
“Yes, Sir,” she snapped, pulling Charlie close.
“Thank you,” he smiled reassuringly at them. “And please stop calling me Sir.”
He spun and flew directly toward Alastor’s face. The massive demon was in the process of chewing up one of the sinners, and Lucifer watched in horrified fascination as he spit out a bloody lump of bone, sinew, and torn clothing.
He flitted about in Alastor’s line of sight until those giant radio dials fixed on him.
“Heeeeey, big guy,” he said placatingly, “Whatcha doin’?”
“D̶͈̀̂͊e̶̠̳̿͋̂̕͠s̸͉̈͛̚̚t̷̢̢̯̓r̵̫̩̜̎o̸̫̮̫̳͔̾ỷ̷̫̺̊ḯ̴̛̛͍͘n̷͔̜̒͛̀g̵̜̭̣̦̠̉ ̶͎̤͍̎̉͒͆ͅt̷̢̡̟͕͚̓̇̿́̈́h̵̤̫̄ẽ̸̗̰̩̭̱͝s̵̱͐̅͂̚ë̷̲́͠ ̷̡̹̙̮̇̽̚f̷̡͍̰̈́͆͜o̵͎̘̅o̵̧͎͌̐͒l̷̼̩̫̭͐̒s̵͚̓̑͘,” he boomed.
“Yeah, I can see that. And you’re doing a great job. Seriously, did you play baseball when you were alive? You’ve got a killer pitch.”
A screech of static split the air and Alastor shrunk slightly.
Alright, we’re getting somewhere.
Alastor’s shadow tendrils brought two (slightly concussed) sinners toward them.
“ P̶̨͝a̵͎͆̈́͠ţ̸̟̙̯͛͆̒͐h̶̢̼̯́e̵̠͗t̷͍̟̹̎ǐ̸̛͍̺̭͙̞́̒c̸̢͉̮̀.̵͙̈̌̐̚ ̴̲̼̾L̴̢̦͉̲̬͗y̴̩͎̐̋̕i̴͈̭̺̰͒n̵̮̄͋̈́͐̚ͅg̴̛̛̱̈́̓.̵̛̛̞͊̂ ̷̧̛̛̭̝̤͈̟̘͖̪͕̱̊̈́̈͗͐́̅͂̅̓͐͂́͒̐F̶̡̟͍́͂̽́̓̋͐̈́̎̒͂̚i̶̢̛͙̗͙̞̭̝̯̮͆̈́̒͑̃̇͋͐͋͋͛̓̈́̿͒̾̔̎̍̐̚͘͝͝͝ļ̷̡̥̰͓̭̜̥̗̳̤̹̱̊̈́̾̔̅̾̿͛͒̄̋͋̒̽͐͂̆̔̕̕͝͝t̸̞̞̳̺̞̝̼̖̫̟̗̪̏̀ͅh̴̨̡̦̠̥̻͕͙͚̲̘̲̗͔̤̞̦̽̒͋́͐͂̋̽͜͝͠ͅͅ! ”
He growled as he squeezed one of them so quickly and tightly the sinner fucking popped in a shower of blood and viscera.
“Aaaw, Al,” Lucifer whined as he wiped his face with his sleeve, “warn a guy!”
“Please,” the remaining sinner squealed as they thrashed in Alastor’s inky grip, “please spare me!”
“ Ņ̴̨͉̼̲͉͔̮̏̄͆͗̉̀́͐͋ͅơ̶̧̢͔̖̠̠̭̲̺͎͈̙̜̐͗̐̄̀̆̆͂̄̈́̉͘̕͝ .̸̛̰̿͆̊̓̂͐̀̈͛̋̉̈́̉̇̚”
“Woah, hang on there.”
Lucifer flew between Al and his would-be victim.
Alastor’s colossal hand wrapped around him, snatching him from the air. He squeezed and Lucifer squeaked out a strangled breath. And fuck his body for the flash of arousal that ran through him at the rough treatment. Alastor pulled him close and glared.
“ Ș̵̢̡̭̪͈͐̆͛͗̍́̊̉͜͝i̵̛̗̲̊̾̊̆̉͊́͝r̷̗͎̖̆̌e̵̡̛̼̿͛̏́̐̕͠͝ ,̷̮͕̗̳̻̓̊̓͝ͅ” he growled in warning.
His breath was hot and humid and smelled like blood as it washed over him. Another wave of arousal made his whole body flush. God , he was fucked up.
He shook his head and refocused on the task at hand.
“One of the most important rules of a good massacre is to leave someone alive to tell the story,” he told Alastor. “A reminder to everyone of what happens when they mess with the Radio Demon.”
He hummed and it made Lucifer’s whole body vibrate. Alastor’s giant eyes slowly flicked back and forth between Lucifer and the unnamed sinner.
“ R̶̬̗̹̭̬̅͗̏̈́̽̈́̉̈u̸̢͕̼̐̑͊̀͌̆n̴̪̳͑͆ .̶͙̺̰̻͍͖̪̥͐̑͝” Alastor dropped the sinner on the ground and he landed with a hard thunk and a cry of pain. Alastor shuddered and shook and his body began to twitch and contort while his bones broke and shifted under his skin. It was as horrific as it was mesmerizing.
As he slowly shrunk down his fingers slid across Lucifer’s body, making him shiver. Once they were too close in size for Alastor to hold him with one hand, Alastor gripped Lucifer by both arms. Alastor stopped changing size somewhere between his typical height and “too tall with a side of feral glowing.” His eyes were still wild dials, but they were fixed firmly on Lucifer, whose legs were still a good meter off the ground.
“ Ị̴̐ ̴̯͋̑ẖ̴̖̐́ủ̷̗̌ǹ̷͉͋g̷̘̻̈́̉ȇ̵̞̓ȑ̷̪͘ ,” he grumbled.
“You can’t possibly be hungry. I watched you eat a whole person…whole!”
He looked Lucifer up and down, then licked a wet stripe up his neck and cheek. And fuck that should have been gross not sexy, but here was was getting hard.
Alastor pulled Lucifer closer and buried his nose in Lucifer’s neck, against the space between his chin and shoulder. He inhaled deeply.
“ I̴̮̮̫̗̞̭͙̬̫͍̐̌̈̂̔͋̕.̵͎̭͔̱̦̯̝̇̎̕ ̴̢̥̺͚̠̭̣͑̃̕ͅH̸̡̞̣̻̱̙̳̒u̵̼̭̱͌̃̚ͅn̶̨̙͍̥̼̹͚͉̓̄́̎̃͝g̴̻̣̻͚͋̅̀ẽ̵̢̈́̈́͒́r̵̩̟͙̳̘̯͈͇̮̒̃͗̔̋̄̄.̷̭̰̭̳̖̼̭͙̖̱́̆̉̇͂̈́̂͘͘ ”
Whether Alastor was talking about sex or cannibalism, the answer was definitely yes. He could take a chunk out of Lucifer’s neck, it would grow back, and what did he need all of his fingers for anyway? Fuck. The thought of having his body inside of Alastor like that shouldn’t have been such a turn on, but tell his half hard dick that.
“Okay. Okay,” he soothed. He glanced around to see if anyone was still around. He didn’t see or sense a soul, but he didn’t take Alastor for an exhibitionist regardless.
He opened a portal beneath them and it dropped them straight on Lucifer’s bed. Alastor’s eyes went wide and he looked frantically around. He seemed to realize where he was and shrunk a little closer to his normal size. He sat Lucifer firmly down.
Alastor dropped onto his knees and began tearing off Lucifer’s clothing.
“Woah, okay, easy there Al,” Lucifer said softly as he tried to help, or at least not impede Alastor’s progress.
In a matter of seconds his clothing was unfastened and in tatters, hanging off of him in entirely unhelpful ways—not to mention his boots were still firmly in place—so he just snapped it all away.
Once he was naked, Alastor flipped him around and pinned him against the headboard. He rocked his still clothed hips against Lucifer’s ass and ran his tongue up Lucifer’s shoulder blade and neck, then grazed his teeth across the skin there.
Lucifer moaned and rocked his hips back against Alastor’s erection. He was likely straining his pants and Lucifer couldn’t wait to get that monster inside him.
Alastor’s teeth scratched against Lucifer’s neck again, this time scraping, and irritating, and sending goosebumps across his body.
He tilted his head to the side.
“Yeah, go ahead Al, take what you want.”
Alastor bit down, immediately piercing the skin.
Lucifer cried out at the warring sensations of pleasure and pain.
Fuck that’s good!
“Go ahead, Honey, take as much as you need.”
Alastor started to suck.
Lucifer moaned and began rocking back rhythmically against Alastor’s clothed cock, desperately wishing he was really riding it.
They went on like that for ages, both lost in an endless loop of pleasure, until Alastor pulled off with a wet pop. Lucifer shuddered.
Alastor lifted and yanked Lucifer’s hips back and he scrambled to grab the headboard for stability. He could hear Alastor breathing heavily behind him as he worked to get himself out of his pants.
Lucifer had a moment of lucid panic.
He’s not going to—fuck, he doesn’t know that he needs to—
With a wave of his finger Lucifer was stretched, lubed, and ready. It was an unpleasant and odd sensation to be so suddenly prepared, but it was far better than the alternative.
He forced himself to relax and thanked past Lucifer for working up the courage to ask Ozzie for some new toys to practice with. Then he felt the tip of Alastor’s cock against his entrance, but that was all the warning he got before Alastor’s inexperience and state of mind had him pressing forward with no time for Lucifer to adjust. Before Lucifer could take a breath, Alastor moved to pull back. Lucifer reached behind him and grabbed his hip, holding him there. It took more strength than he expected as Alastor growled and kept trying to fuck Lucifer senseless.
“ R̶̟̩̗̦̅́̈́͛͘͝ȩ̵̛͙̬̺̟̖͉͎͋͒̐̇͘l̷̛͕͕̻̼̰̪̥̂̓̊̅̕͠ę̶͙̙̲̖̼͕̿̈́́͌á̷͙̥̣̃͂͋̀́͜s̷̨̖̺̬͐̏̌͜͠ë̴̗̼͉̠́ ̴̨̻̹̺̒͊̄͗͜͝m̶̧̡̯͚̥̳̻͌͜ē̷̱̳̂̑͂́ ,̴̢̨̧̗̖̝̩͙̏̒͝” he demanded.
“Just give me a second here, Deerest.”
Alastor growled and bit down on the other side of Lucifer’s neck.
“Yes, just like that Al,” he sighed as he kept the demon still and distracted so he could allow himself time to accommodate the other man’s impressive girth. When Lucifer was ready, he huffed out a shaky breath and released his grip on Alastor, but the same wasn’t true of the sinner. With awareness spreading to other parts of his body, Lucifer noticed the pinpricks of pain on his hips where Alastor had no doubt pierced the skin with his claws.
It was nothing compared to the exquisite agony of the twin bite marks on his neck that pulsed in time with each beat of his frantic heart.
Alastor didn’t stop his feast, but did start jutting his hips in jerky little movements. They quickly grew harder and more steady until Alastor pulled his mouth from Lucifer’s neck and the real pounding began.
His entire body rocked forward with every thrust, knocking his chest into the headboard. He clambered for purchase, eventually placing his hands on the wall, which let him meet Alastor with each drive. Lucifer was just about to shift the angle when Alastor surged forward and with chilling speed covered Lucifer’s left hand with his own.
“ Ÿ̶̞o̷̯͝u̸̮̿'̶̠͋r̷̳̈́é̵͖ ̵̨̐m̸̈͜i̵͈̋n̴̯̎e̴̤͒ ,” he growled.
“Mhmm,” Lucifer whimpered in agreement as Alastor’s cock grazed his prostate just enough to tease.
“̶̭̽̍̓ S̶̼̺͉͗o̴̦͔̦̓̊̐l̸̛̔ͅë̴͎͇͐l̶̟̎͑y̷̰͛ ̵̭̙̽̐̀m̴̭͎͓͗̆ȉ̶͍̥͔̇͝ǹ̸̙̗ẽ̴͎͗̓ ,̷̼̄̎͝” he emphasized, pressing down on Lucifer’s hand so hard that he felt something pinch his finger as it pressed into the wall.
What was…fuck, my wedding ring.
“Yes, Alastor,” he affirmed, “I’m yours, only yours.”
“̶̥̐Y̵̝̒ǒ̵͉ū̴̥ŗ̵̏ ̸͇͌b̵͎̎o̸̼͘d̵̻̽ý̶͖,” he said with a particularly rough thrust that had Lucifer’s eyes rolling back into his head, “̵̬́y̵̲̅o̶̗̦̒͝u̴̬͔͝r̶͉̠͆̈́ ̶̛̪s̵̡̙̔͌o̷͓̩̔͑u̴̻͠ḻ̷̓͛ͅ,” another grind, “̴̡͙̘͎͔̆̄͝a̴̟̯̘̲̽̋ľ̴̘̱̦͂̽́l̶̛̠̱̺̺͔̮̓̌́.̷̺̥̼̥̯̳̔̿̉̈́̀ ̷̹̓ö̴̧͎̜̉̚f̴̨̱̃͘.̴̢͎̞͉͈͝ ̶̢̤̹͉̯̇͝y̴̡̲͈͍͑͗̉͛̾͘o̴̦͌̅́̏͑ǘ̴͎̜̱͗̈.̶͍̀̏́̊͝ Ḿ̴̪̯̙̙̑̾ͅI̵͔̰͋̅̅̇̈́̀̏̀N̶̢̜͉̪͖͙̰̳̉͌̄͝E̵̩̰̞͈͖̲̋̾͑͒́͘ͅ!̸̭̖͕͊͒̏̊͂̆̔͐̚”
Lucifer was so close it hurt. He could barely think, but he knew he needed to be careful with his words, careful not to speak anything that could bind him in ways he couldn’t afford to be bound. He needed to be careful to only speak the truth. “Yes, Alastor. I’m yours, yours to mark and claim and fill!”
Alastor came close to Lucifer’s face, so close he could feel each panting breath against his cheek. With his mouth nearly brushing Lucifer’s ear he growled, “ S̸̬̄u̷͍͑b̷̔͜ḿ̵̘i̴͕͆t̸̨͛ .”
Lucifer’s mind, body, his very soul obeyed the command without question. He came untouched and went limp in Alastor’s arms as the world went white around the edges. Alastor pulled Lucifer’s listless body against his chest, thrusting until he reached completion.
Lucifer sighed with contentment as he felt the steady pulse and heat of Alastor filling him, leaving him marked inside and out.
Alastor’s posture shifted, suddenly less relaxed, as he carefully set Lucifer down chest first on the bed. Lucifer groaned as he pulled out and cum immediately began running down his inner thigh. He was too fucked out to do anything about anything, other than keeping his ass high in the air. Too much effort. He lowered himself down, leaving his knees tucked under him, causing more semen to dribble out of him and onto the duvet.
He blinked slowly and watched Alastor stiffly get off the bed and tuck himself back into his pants. Alastor slowly–hesitantly?–turned around. His eyes went wide and he ducked his head in clear embarrassment.
Upon getting a good look at the man, Lucifer was suddenly reminded of the state the two of them were in.
Gross.
Alastor was covered in blood, head to foot, splotches of it staining everything from his ears to his shoes. And were those… chunks ? Yeah, those were person chunks. Lucifer remembered the guy Alastor had squeezed to death and realized he was probably just as filthy.
Without lifting his hand from the bed he waved the mess away.
He left Alastor’s spend in his hole. He wanted it there, the memory of Alastor’s wild and possessive “ MINE! ” still making his heart flutter.
Alastor was hastily taking off his coat, eyes on the floor. Once it was off, he draped it over Lucifer like a blanket. It smelled like Alastor, a soothing blend of loamy Spanish moss with cypress trees and hints of chicory root. Lucifer immediately flopped to the side and snuggled into it.
Alastor stood a good meter from the bed, ramrod straight, with his hands behind his back. He seemed to finally be able to look at Lucifer now. His shadow was directly behind him on the wall, frowning and wringing its hands.
“Good to have you back Al.”
He cleared his throat. “Sire,” he began. “I…I am terribly sorry.” His smile was nearly non-existent.
Lucifer smirked at him.
“Don’t apologize for great sex.”
Alastor blushed. “I…I was aggressive and forceful and I hurt you.”
“Hey,” Lucifer soothed, “you didn’t do anything I didn’t want. I, uh, sometimes I like it when it hurts.” He smiled sheepishly at Alastor.
“Be that as it may, my behavior was ghastly and for that I apologize.”
“You’re not going to let this go are you?”
Alastor’s smile was a tight grimace.
“I’m afraid not.”
“Apology accepted then.”
“Excellent.” Alastor took a step back as if ready to leave but Lucifer still had questions.
“So what exactly did those guys do to you?”
Alastor’s countenance immediately shifted. All signs of shame or embarrassment were gone, replaced with barely contained rage. Behind him, his shadow’s body and antlers grew as it spread itself across the wall and ceiling.
“They came to the hotel under the guise of seeking redemption, but their pursuits were far more carnal in nature.”
“Oh?” Lucifer reached up and grabbed a pillow, settling it under his head then snuggling back under Alastor’s coat.
“They had…untoward intentions toward Charlotte,” his smile went so wide his stitches began to show, “and yourself.”
Ah. That explained the possessiveness.
He blinked and snapped back to his prim and proper self. His shadow remained wild and looming behind him.
“I’m afraid I let my…self control momentary lapse.”
Lucifer frowned.
“You protected Charlie and the hotel. That’s all that matters in my book.”
His shadow shrank and looked at him with a frown and large simpering eyes.
Alastor took a step forward.
“Do you think so little of yourself , My Dear?”
Lucifer smiled softly at the endearment.
“Not while you care about me.”
Alastor blushed and coughed into his hand. His shadow darted around the bed, rushing to Lucifer’s side, making him chuckle. Alastor’s eyes went wide.
“Get back here,” he snapped.
His shadow gave Lucifer a forlorn look before returning to its master’s feet.
Alastor took a deep breath and summoned his cane.
“I’m afraid I must take my leave,” he said with a bow. “Important matters to attend to.”
“Of course,” Lucifer agreed. “You might want to start with apologies to Charlie and Vaggie,”
Alastor winced. “Ah, yes. And I suppose a head start on clean up wouldn’t hurt either.” He clapped his hands twice and from behind him his shadow dropped its shoulders and head with a put upon expression that Lucifer hadn’t seen the likes of since Charlie’s teen years. He chuckled at the display. The shadow perked up at his laughter and blew him a cheeky kiss. Lucifer waggled his fingers back flirtatiously.
Alastor spun around just as his shadow slithered away.
“Don’t encourage it,” he grumbled.
“Aw, but it's so cute.”
Alastor sighed heavily, but didn’t argue.
“Farewell, My Darling.”
“Goodbye, My Deer.”
Alastor melted into the shadows. Lucifer sighed happily and settled in for a nap, surrounded by the scent and warmth of the man he loved. As he dozed he made a resolution. He was never giving Alastor this coat back.
Alastor never asked.