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Alastor woke up in Lucifer’s bed well rested. He didn’t want to credit the lumpy mattress, but the alternative was to admit he found the weight and heat of his lover on top of him comforting.
With a satisfied sigh, he thought back on their date last night. For their one month anniversary, after Alastor officially moved into his room, Lucifer brought him to one of the most high end restaurants in Pentagram City. Paparazzi caught sight of them, but they were able to avoid them through teleportation.
They booked a private room for the occasion. Instead of sitting face to face, Lucifer brought his chair to his side to cuddle up, implicitly offering himself up for consumption. Alastor was happy to say he ate more of Lucifer than his meal through the evening.
His partner stole bites of him too, but he mostly kissed him, slow and tender. After they ate dessert, he laid Alastor down on the table and had another kind of feast entirely.
He was pretty sure the staff heard them, but they didn’t say anything when Lucifer paid, his breathing short, his clothes askew, and sporting a beatific smile.
Alastor always found Lucifer attractive, much to his dismay. His favorite expression was when he was looking at him with unbridled hunger, but his second was his look of pure satisfaction once their love, or hate, was consumed. His entire face would soften up, but his eyes became especially bright.
They fucked again after they made it home to their bed, and they spent the rest of the night pressed together, naked, drawing shapes in each other’s skin or lazily play fighting. There was a part of him that hated how disgustingly domestic and romantic their relationship was, but a bigger part reveled in it.
After reminiscing about the date, Alastor became thoughtful. They announced their relationship to the rest of the hotel, but they never made an official statement to all of Hell. There were a lot of rumors circulating after they were spotted on their dates, but nothing was made official.
Perhaps they should remedy that. Lucifer was his, and it was about time all of Hell knew it too.
When his partner stirred awake, Alastor rolled them on their sides and sought his mouth. Lucifer kissed him back lazily.
“Morning, honey,” he whispered against his lips.
“Good morning, my dear,” Alastor answered cheerily. “I’ve been thinking.”
“That’s never a good sign,” Lucifer retorted. His smile was smitten, but there was a hint of annoyance in his eyes already.
“We’ve been together for a month, officially dating for three weeks.”
“So that’s why I paid an astronomical bill yesterday,” Lucifer teased him.
“I’m sure you know there are rumors about us and our dates,” the deer went on, ignoring his joke. “It’s been a topic of discussion among most of Hell.”
“Yeah, I see it on my socials all the time,” Lucifer admitted. He looked to the side, furrowing his eyebrows.
Alastor rubbed his back. “You always say you want to claim me, but you have yet to make it official.”
Lucifer’s eyes darted back to his, wide. “You want to make an announcement? To all of Hell?”
“Why are you so shocked?”
Alastor sat up, and Lucifer followed him. He looked sheepish. “I’m not, but I didn’t think you were, you know, ready?”
He said the word through a hiss, as if he realized he was making a mistake while speaking.
“Haven’t I made my commitment to you clear enough?” Alastor pointed out, turning cold.
“No!” Lucifer cried out in panic, then amended, “I mean, yes, you have.”
“So, what’s the problem?”
Lucifer glanced at his eyes, then looked down at his lap. They were naked, but the sheets were covering his intimate parts. He twiddled his thumbs anxiously.
“Sorry, Al, the truth is, I’m the one who wasn’t ready. We never officially divorced, with Lilith. It’s one thing to tell our family about us, but all of Hell? It’s on another level entirely and I’m scared. What if I screw it all up again?”
Alastor sighed. “You are screwing it up.”
Lucifer looked up at him defiantly. There were unshed tears in his eyes. “Al, I’m being vulnerable here, it’s not the time for one of your cruel jokes.”
“I’m not joking,” Alastor insisted. He took Lucifer’s shoulder and rubbed it soothingly. “You already failed. You should have made it clear you were separated from Lilith before dating me.”
He let out one humorless laugh. “Gee, thanks, I really needed that this morning.”
“I’m never leaving you, no matter how many times you mess up,” Alastor reiterated. “That doesn’t mean I won’t tell you when you’re making mistakes.”
Lucifer scoffed. “That’s rich, coming from mister ‘I can’t talk about my feelings without running away’.”
“I want a partner who can claim me to anyone, at any times, without reservations. I am yours, but you need to take me too, Lucifer.”
The king sighed, and his anger seemed to fizzle out. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I do want to claim you publicly. How do you want to do it? You hate social media and television, so, what’s left?”
Alastor shook his head. Lucifer could be so dense sometimes. “What am I known for, my dear?”
“Killing people? Making deals? Being the busboy at the hotel?” Lucifer listed, apparently forgetting the most obvious.
“I’m called the Radio Demon,” Alastor asserted. “I have a program I host every weeks.”
“Why do I keep forgetting about that?” Lucifer asked rhetorically.
“Because your brain is hilariously small, as is the rest of you.”
Lucifer jumped on him, making Alastor fall on his back. He straddled him, his anger playful.
“I’ll show you one part of me that isn’t small.”
The fire in Lucifer’s eyes burned his skin. In response, his dick showed interest.
“I could air a special episode this evening,” Alastor suggested. “With one very special guest.”
He booped his nose for emphasis, making Lucifer laugh. It broke the mood in the most delightful way.
“Are you sure?” Lucifer wondered, leaning down. “People will judge you. They’ll say you’re only sleeping with me for power.”
“They’re already talking,” Alastor reminded him. “I don’t care what anyone will think. I only want to hear you say I’m yours to all of Hell.”
“Fuck,” Lucifer swore, “that’s so fucking hot.”
Alastor circled his shoulders and kissed him passionately. Lucifer moved between his legs and rubbed their erections together.
“I love you,” Lucifer confessed, pulling back to admire him.
“I love you too, darling,” Alastor answered.
Smiling, Lucifer reached for one of his hands and removed it from his shoulder. He put it down on the pillow besides his head and glided his fingers between his. He pushed down with the heel of his palm, and Alastor pushed back up by reflex. They did this back and forth a couple times, their eyes locked together.
The king trailed his fingers on his cheek before cupping it. Both of his palms became hot, but not enough to burn him yet.
“You’re impossible,” Lucifer confessed. His eyes moved down to his lips. “You’re a menace to society. Instead of going on your little radio show, I should lock you in this room, never let you leave this bed, until everyone forgets your name.”
The heat in Alastor’s belly grew hotter and his breath became shorter. Why did it sound so appealing, when Lucifer was the one telling him he would take away his freedom?
“You can’t leave either,” Alastor ordered him. “I want all of Hell, Heaven and Earth to forget your name too.”
Alastor moaned. Lucifer’s hands were covered in Hellfire, and he breathed it out on his lips, melting them with sweet, searing heat.
“You’re mine, Al,” Lucifer insisted, his voice distorted by his demonic form poking through.
Clinging to his back, Alastor hooked one leg around his hips. Lucifer unfortunately let go of his face, but his fingers left a trail of red on his chest. He bypassed Alastor’s dick to take his in hand and guide it to his lubed entrance.
Moaning again, Alastor sank his fingers in his back and sought his mouth. Lucifer kissed him, breathing fire on his tongue until none of it was left.
It didn’t take long for both of them to come, almost at the same time. Lucifer fell on his body, sated and sweaty, but he didn’t let go of his hand. Alastor jiggled his healing fingers, but he didn’t struggle free. He wanted to be trapped by Lucifer forever.
“I hate you so fucking much,” Lucifer confessed lovingly in his chest. “I can’t stand you.”
“It’s a good thing we’re laying down,” Alastor joked.
Lucifer laughed with him.
“You’re too smug,” Lucifer accused him, even though his confidence was, by his own admission, his favorite trait. “Would it kill you to show a bit of worry for my mental well being?”
“You don’t seem overly concerned with mine.”
Lucifer deadpanned a laugh. “You’re the one who wanted to cure my guilt. You don’t get to complain about that now.”
“You will feel better once you’ve told all of Hell your marriage is over,” Alastor informed him. “Keeping secrets is not your forte, nor do you like it.”
His partner kept silent for a moment. Alastor had a feeling he wanted to protest, but he didn't have any arguments. Eventually, he sighed and admitted, “You’re right, it has been bothering me.”
“I’m always right, dearest,” Alastor teased.
“As if,” Lucifer retorted, laughing more genuinely.
Alastor rubbed his thumb on the back of Lucifer’s hand. His fingers squeezed his in gratitude.
How disgustingly wholesome.
Even if he would stay here forever and ever, Alastor let his partner know, “It’s time for breakfast.”
Lucifer rubbed his face on him, but he didn’t protest. He stood up and Alastor followed him. They dressed with their powers and faced each other. Lucifer took his lapels to lean in, his smile irresistible.
They kissed. Alastor was that close to pulling Lucifer down for another round, but, in the end, he was able to control himself.
Breakfast was a mundane affair, and Alastor left for his morning errands. He noticed people glancing at him and whispering among themselves. They showed a lot less fear at his sight since he moved in the hotel, and his potential relationship with Lucifer seemed to have made most people forget their survival instincts.
It was no bother. Alastor ignored them and concentrated on killing and butchering his next victim.
When they met for lunch again, Lucifer was behind the oven, hard at work. Alastor hugged him from behind, rubbing his cheek against his soft hair.
“Al,” Lucifer called out in pure delight. He was so bright. Alastor wanted to crush him in his hands.
His partner turned his head and Alastor met him halfway for a short kiss.
Lucifer resumed cooking, but Alastor stayed in his back for a while longer. He didn’t understand most of his urges towards Lucifer, but his need to be touching him as much as possible was by far the most troubling. He used to think of himself as somewhat averse to touch, and yet, he could never have enough of Lucifer’s heat. It was infuriating.
Chuckling, his partner stepped slowly to the side to let him know he was moving. Alastor followed, only to notice movement from the corner of his eyes, around Lucifer’s hip. Without thinking, he moved one hand lower, making Lucifer yelp.
“Al, we’re in public,” the king reminded him. They were alone, but someone could walk in at any time.
Despite his assertion, he didn’t sound opposed to what he no doubt perceived as a sexual advance. Alastor, however, avoided his dick and explored his hip until his fingers found fur.
Lucifer let out a little sound of recognition.
“What is it?” Alastor wondered, taking the furry thing in his hand and squeezing it. Why did the curve of it feel vaguely familiar?
Chuckling nervously, Lucifer put down what he was doing and turned around to face him. When Alastor spotted what he had been groping, he let out a gasp.
It was his tail, attached to a belt loop on Lucifer’s pants like a key chain.
“What are you doing with my tail, Lucifer?” Alastor asked in a neutral voice.
His partner laid back against the counter, crossed his arms and chuckled. “I’m sorry, I was working on my ducks to calm down. When I saw it hanging on the wall, I thought it might help with, you know, my stress.”
“Because of tonight?”
Lucifer nodded, then reached for his key chain and grabbed it. His fingers expertly caressed it. Alastor’s mouth became dry and his heartbeat picked up.
“It’s soothing,” Lucifer admitted.
Alastor couldn’t move his eyes away from his fingers. His own tail, the one still attached to him, fought against his clothes to stand at attention. The deer hated that he had two organs that perked up because of Lucifer.
“Al, don’t tell me you’re jealous?” Lucifer asked, tilting his head to the side teasingly. His smile was too bright, his eyes too shiny.
“Why would I be jealous of my own tail?” Alastor challenged him.
Faster than light, the king reached out behind him and exposed his tail to the air. His fingers reproduced the same movements, making Alastor’s legs so weak he fell on him.
Lucifer gathered him in his arms. His other hand grabbed his hair and tilted his head to the side until he could speak directly in his ear.
“Wanna bet I can make you come only by touching your tail?”
Alastor swallowed, then moaned against Lucifer’s throat. As pleasurable as his touches were, he could feel the fear creeping up in his chest.
Lucifer ruffled his hair, then assured him, “Don’t worry, I’ll burn you too, honey. I wanna make you feel good.”
As soon as he was done speaking, he moved to his cheek and burned it with his breath. His hand moved to his nape and similarly burned him. Meanwhile, he rubbed his tail like he would his dick.
Alastor utterly humiliated himself until he came in his pants.
“I knew it! Your tail is so sensitive, it’s adorable.”
Alastor wanted to retort something sarcastic, but he didn’t have his words yet. Lucifer shouldn’t be able to undo him so thoroughly without even removing his clothes.
Gently, he put his abused tail back under his jacket and rubbed his back. Alastor hid in his throat while he healed, pacified by his smell and heat. His partner’s presence was unfairly soothing, especially considering how much he could scare him too.
Once he felt like himself again, Alastor pulled back and glanced at the tail key chain. He wasn’t sure what he felt about it. On one hand, he loved the idea of Lucifer using a part of him to sooth himself, but it also felt too private to show everyone.
Then again, wasn’t Alastor the one insisting he wanted Lucifer to claim him publicly?
They shared a look. Lucifer’s expression softened, and he let him know, “If you want me to, I’ll put it back in our room.”
Alastor cleared his throat. “I hope you’re prepared for everyone’s questions.”
Lucifer seemed to ponder his sentence, before breaking up in a blinding smile. “There’s not much to tell, is there? I took your tail and made it a key chain. That’s all.”
Alastor sighed. He patted Lucifer’s head, then pulled away and walked around the counter. He settled against the breakfast counter to put some distance between them, so he wouldn’t be tempted to touch him again.
Discreetly, he cleaned his pants.
Lucifer resumed the lunch preparations with renewed glee. If he was left sexually frustrated by their one sided encounter, he didn’t let it show. He hummed a song to himself, until Alastor put some jazz on.
Not long after, people started coming in. Since the counter hid it, nobody noticed his tail hanging on Lucifer’s pants until he came to the table.
“Dad, what’s that on your pants?” Charlie asked, as he sat down. She didn’t look like she had any idea what kind of Pandora’s box she was opening.
Lucifer glanced at him, and Alastor nodded. He unhooked the key chain and brought it over the table for everyone to see.
“No fucking way,” Angel exclaimed.
“Those colors...” Charlie trailed off. She didn’t look like she wanted to connect the dots.
“Don’t say it,” Vaggi pleaded.
“It’s his fucking tail,” Cherri exploded in laughter.
Angel turned to Husk, an obvious question in his eyes.
“How would I fucking know?” The cat exclaimed, peeved.
“You never got a peek?” Angel wondered. He sounded disappointed.
“No!” Husk insisted vehemently. Alastor would have never made such a rookie mistake.
“It’s his tail,” Lucifer confirmed. “I pulled it out of Al, tanned it, filled it with fluff and made it a key chain.”
“That’s weirdly… cute,” Charlie admitted, conflicted.
“It’s the cutest shit imaginable,” Angel confirmed.
He brought up his phone and Alastor noticed him taking a picture. He sent his shadows to take it out of his hands, but he was too late. When he looked at the screen, he noticed it was already online. He deleted the post in less than a minute, but he saw some people had time to like it, which meant there would be screen shots of it.
Angel must have written the caption before taking the picture, because it said, Our short king has a new accessory… wonder where it came from?
Accompanied by a winking emoji, a face with tongue emoji and the sweat emoji. Clearly, he wanted people to understand it was, indeed, something sexual.
Growling, Alastor broke the phone in his hands
“Hey!” Angel protested, standing up. “You can’t do...”
He trailed off as all the light in the room was obscured by shadows. Alastor appeared behind him and extended his body until he was much taller than him. Angel swallowed audibly and turned around, laughing awkwardly.
“I mean, it’s fine, I’ll just buy a new phone,” the spider pacified him.
Alastor made one shadow tentacle sharp and pierced Angel’s shoulder with it.
“Do that again and I’ll be using angelic steel instead,” Alastor promised. He made sure to accompany that statement by a nightmarish appearance and the right amount of effect in his voice.
“Honey, stop,” Lucifer called to him.
Alastor grunted in disapproval, but he made his shadows disappear and sat back down besides Lucifer. His partner looked at him with an exasperated expression.
“You’re the one who wants to go public,” Lucifer reminded him.
The deer put his arm on the back of his chair and leaned in his space. “I know, but I want it to happen on my own terms,” he admitted in a whisper.
Chuckling, the king pecked his lips and told him, “I thought you didn’t care what people think?”
Alastor pushed his nails in his shoulder. “I don’t.”
“So, there’s nothing to be angry about,” Lucifer asserted, oddly happy and calm.
It might have been a bad idea to remove his guilt after all.
“Come on, let’s eat,” his partner suggested.
Groaning, Alastor pulled back and did as told. Nobody asked more questions about the tail key chain. Quietly, Lucifer attached it back to his pants. Every time he fiddled with it, Alastor’s breath caught in his throat.
Angel startled and looked away when Alastor caught him staring. He doubted his fear would surpass his curiosity for long, but it was nice not to hear his teasing for once.
The afternoon was peaceful. They sat back from the activity of the day, in their corner of the lobby, curled up on their couch. They kissed, talked, teased each other, and, all the while, Lucifer pawed at his stuffed tail.
After dinner, Alastor brought Lucifer to his studio with him. They might have been dating for a month and entertaining a charged rivalry for weeks beforehand, but it was the first time he visited.
“It’s, um...” Lucifer trailed off, looking around, before deciding on, “very you.”
“Is that a compliment or an insult?” Alastor wondered, twirling his mic around.
Looking up at him with a teasing smile, Lucifer retorted, “I love you. That makes it a compliment.”
“You also hate me,” Alastor pointed out.
The king laughed. “You caught me.”
“Would you find it more to your taste if there were ducks?” Alastor belittled him.
“Yes! Obviously,” Lucifer deadpanned. “Have you met me?”
“I have, unfortunately,” Alastor sighed.
He twirled his mic towards the desk and made a rubber duck appear on it. Lucifer squealed and jumped to pick it up, stars in his eyes.
“He’s so cute, he’s just like me,” Lucifer commented.
He wasn’t wrong. Alastor dressed it like him on purpose.
“Oh, I know!” Lucifer exclaimed, excited. He put the duck down and made another appear in his hands. It was red and black, it had ears, and there was a little mic attached to a stand in front of its beak.
It was, in fact, an Alastor duck.
Lucifer reverently placed both ducks side by side on the desk, then turned to him. His overjoyed expression made Alastor’s fists tighten so hard his palms became wet with blood.
Leaning in, the deer chomped on the red circle on his cheekbone and ate it.
“Ouch,” Lucifer complained, but he was laughing. He pushed his body against Alastor’s, giddy.
“You made a duck of me,” Lucifer repeated. “Al, I love you.”
“Is that all it takes to get your love? Had I known, I would have offered one to you instead of my deal.”
Lucifer slapped his chest, but he laughed with abandon. “I would have understood your intentions far better,” he admitted once he calmed down.
He pulled back to face him. “But, Al, I loved you already at that point. Or, at the very least, I liked you. I wouldn’t have admitted it, but you already had all of my attention.”
Alastor kissed him. He guided Lucifer to sit down on the couch, then sat on top of him, sideways. He cupped his face to kiss him again, kicking his feet over the armrest.
They put some distance between their mouths. Alastor fidgeted on his lap, gratified to feel the heat of his erection. He himself was getting awfully in the mood.
“How does it work?” Lucifer asked, his voice hoarse.
At first, he thought he was asking about sex, which left him very puzzled. Lucifer was the expert who showed him everything, after all. However, he quickly realized he was asking about the broadcast.
He brought his mic in front of Lucifer’s face and explained, “You talk in this, I do the rest.”
Lucifer swallowed. He squirmed, no doubt to alleviate the pressure on his dick. Alastor pressed closer to it on purpose.
“Al, before we go on air, can we–”
“Good evening listeners,” Alastor interrupted him. He talked in his mic with a delighted smile on his face. “I’m making a special broadcast to address rumors that have been circulating about me.”
He paused, looking at Lucifer. The king was squeezing the tail key chain in his hand hard enough Alastor worried he would break it. His previously amused expression left place to nervousness, although the deer could feel he was still very much aroused.
His erection probably didn’t help him feel more at ease, but it made Alastor smile wider.
“People have been speculating about my relationship with Lucifer, the King of Hell. I thought it was time to set things right.”
Clearing his throat, he pushed the mic towards Lucifer. His partner looked at him with wide, panicked eyes, but he dutifully took it. His voice was shaking when he finally spoke.
“It’s true. Al and I, we’re dating.” As an after thought, he added, “It’s me, Lucifer.”
“I think people could tell,” Alastor informed him, chuckling. “You heard it from the Devil himself. We are indeed in a committed, monogamous relationship.”
“Lilith isn’t in the picture anymore,” Lucifer added helpfully. “We’re separated.”
“I won’t confirm or deny I have anything to do with her disappearance.”
“He doesn’t,” Lucifer asserted. They shared a charged look. “Y-you don’t, right?”
“Of course not,” Alastor answered sarcastically. “Do I look like the type to kill someone’s wife in order to seduce them and therefore accede to the throne?”
Lucifer regarded him. “Actually, yes, you absolutely do.”
“Oh my! My own partner is slandering me,” Alastor complained.
“Jokes aside, we’re serious,” Lucifer insisted in the mic. “I promise Alastor isn’t seducing me to take over Hell.”
“I would have killed him instead,” Alastor added. He put on a laughing track.
Lucifer looked at him in the eyes. “I love him.”
It was easy, in their little booth, to forget all of Hell was listening to them. Alastor was however reminded when he tried to return his confession and failed.
Noticing his discomfort, Lucifer pushed the mic away and leaned in to kiss him softly on the cheek. Wasn’t he supposed to be the nervous one? Alastor hated that their roles had reversed without warning.
“It’s okay,” Lucifer whispered against his cheek. “You don’t have to say it back on the air. I know how you feel.”
Alastor stared at his partner as he pulled back, beyond angry. How much did this man intend to twist him? He barely recognized himself nowadays, and he could tell it would only go downhill from now on.
Bringing the mic back in front of his mouth, Alastor claimed, staring Lucifer in the eyes, “Putting it into words is futile, because there are no words to describe how I feel for Lucifer. I hate what he’s made me into, I hate how deep he burrowed inside me until he became an integral part of my life, my heart, my soul. Lucifer is the person I hate the most in the entire universe, and I’m in love with him.”
Having said his piece, Alastor threw the mic away. It did a horrible feedback sound as it hit the wall, but he was too busy kissing the life out of the man he loved.
His partner stood and pushed Alastor against the desk. The deer laid on it readily, reaching over Lucifer’s shoulders. He didn’t need to ask out loud. Lucifer appeared his wings and Alastor clung to them, their feathers tickling his fingers.
His lover burned his jacket and shirt off his body until his skin fizzled with heat. Alastor circled his hips with his legs, delirious with want. When Lucifer leaned down to kiss him, he stole his tongue.
Alastor was the one who made the rest of their clothes disappeared. He let the King of Hell claim him in his own domain, where he was the most powerful, calling to him with an abandon only rivaled by Lucifer’s.
In his ecstasy, he forgot his mic was still broadcasting everything.
The next day, Angel informed him nonchalantly, “I didn’t know radio porn was a thing, but, I gotta say, you’ve got talent, Al. If you ever need pointers, you know who to ask.”
The only reason he didn’t die was because Lucifer held Alastor back. Unfortunately, it only made the spider more smug.
In the following weeks, the Radio Demon did his best to delete that mistake from the internet, but, every time he took it down, another source posted it. Much to his dismay, even the Vees were talking about it. Vox seemed especially angry every time the topic came on.
Except for some embarrassment, Lucifer took the situation with much more levity than him.
“You wanted me to claim you in front of all of Hell,” he reminded him, his smile crooked. “That’s what happened.”
“Are you saying I made a deal with the Devil?” Alastor joked right back.
Lucifer hummed. He kissed him softly before adding, “‘Be careful what you wish for’ would be more apt.”
“I hate you,” Alastor reminded him.
“I know,” Lucifer answered. “I hate you too.”
With that, Alastor moved on.
Lucifer was right. Although he wouldn’t have chosen to do it that way, he could tell it worked. His ardent confession, coupled with what they told each other during the throes of passion, made sure no one would question the legitimacy of their relationship. Few people argued he slept his way to power, and those who did were booed away.
In some weird twist, they became Hell’s new sweethearts couple. Most of the chatter online was about how cute they were. When Alastor walked alone outside, he saw people giggling instead of cowering in fear.
Eventually, he would put things right and make sure everyone feared him again, but, for a little while longer, he allowed himself to savor their attention.
Lucifer was his and he was Lucifer’s. Now, everyone knew it.