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The day in hell wasn’t anything particularly out of the ordinary, acid rain poured from the sky of crimson, burning holes into the many plants and flowers in Lucifer’s garden– he may have forgotten to put a protective spell on it this time. It was alright though, after all he could just snap his fingers to make the wilting garden bloom again!
Also he is so busy now! He was staying at the hotel with Charlie- it felt as if they were finally rebuilding their relationship as father and daughter. Take that depression!!!
The hotel staff were odd though but seemed nice enough. Lucifer had been living in the hotel for quite some time now, and had grown close to many of the residents; him and Charlie’s girlfriend- Maggie or was it Vagatha?
He could never remember- got on well, well she was friendly to him but still very formal. Maybe soon she’d warm up to him enough to call him Dad? No Lucifer maybe thats a bit much…he mused
The bartender and the pornstar were polite with him– well the bartender was gruff but respectful and the porn star was well…vulgar and extremely explicit. Though what not to be expected from a porn star? How did Charlie deal with him? Lucifer wondered.
The little maid girl, he found odd, very violent and sadistic. And maybe just a tad creepy, but she also seemed incredibly sweet with the bellhop– Alastor.
And then there was Alastor. The only name he remembered out of the unlikely hotel crew Charlie had blended together. At first, Lucifer despised him and Alastor seemed intrigued yet resentful of him. Why? He didn’t know. He never knew when it came to that asshole.
But their rivalry had shifted into something else. Something close to what Lucifer wanted but couldn’t quite get the demon to commit to. He didn’t seem to want to commit to anything serious but if that's the case why was Lucifer feeling as if he was being flirted with? It didn’t make sense.
Afterall isn’t it flirting if Alastor makes him hot chocolate every evening when he can’t sleep, and just how he likes it too, with a touch of cinnamon, and a mountain of whipped cream? Even though the red guy always chastised him on the unholy amount of sugar in his diet.
Or the way those red eyes follow him every time he moves across the room with such hunger and interest? (Not in the cannibalistic serial killer way) The constant arguments always led to their faces being close- so close- too close ... .but it wasn’t unwelcome. Hell if Alastor kissed him, he wouldn’t even care- fuck he would love it.
And that was the reason his wedding ring, so used to being on his finger like glue, now sat atop of a shelf in his room out of sight, out of mind.
Did he sometimes still think of Lilith? Yeah, maybe he did, but she had been gone for over seven years so wasn’t it time for him to start anew with someone else? Yeah he thought so. But what if Charlie hated him for it? Then surely wouldn’t she just want him happy?
“Hell to short king? Yooohooo!” Angel's voice cut through his thoughts.
“Dad, were you not listening again?” Charlie asked, frowning, looking away from the whiteboard with a million different lines, arrows and doodles. Wasn't this meant to be a serious meeting and not a nursery lesson?
“Umm…my bad Char Char, I just zoned out for a sec there,” Lucifer rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well now sire, surely you should be more attentive to your dear daughter’s meetings,” Alastor chided, his grin widening. “Or maybe your short statue has to overwork to keep your ego elevated?”
“Geez smiles,” Angel Dust chuckled and Husk hid a smirk. What the heck was so amusing about a hot- no Lucifer, don’t you dare call the bell hop that- red guy making a shitty remark at him?
“Wow, couldn’t get any more creative could you, bellhop?” Lucifer shot back sarcastically
“As if you are one to talk about creativity, your liege,” Alastor smirked when Lucifer strode over to him, grabbing his collar. A million pinpricks hit the redhead's skin and his smile twisted to a grimace. He hated people touching him, especially if it was all of a sudden.
“Why, I was born at the start of creation, so thats a truly awful argument,” Lucifer grinned,
“And yet you still can’t ‘create’ a good relationship with your daughter?”
“I’d be careful now otherwise I may just go grab my hunting rifle, Bambi,” Lucifer warned, trying to keep the tone playful, as he made a finger gun and pressing it to the deer's forehead. Alastor flinched, his smile slightly faltering and Lucifer saw it- barely. What the heck was wrong with him? What has he got against hunting rifles? “Awww you’re usually so put together. Have I finally hit a nerve, Bambi?”
“Careful now, you don’t want your hat to fall off now? May take off a few feet off your height, right Sire~” Alastor grinned, his smile stitching his composure back together but his ears flicked and it took all his might not to lower them.
“Hey! Lay off about my height!”
“Why I’m surprised I can even see you all the way down there? Do you need a step to reach your throne, or maybe a ladder?” Alastor teased, the same stupid grin plastered across his stupid face.
“Enough you two! Alastor stops picking on him! Dad stopped attacking Alastor and that comment was not necessary!” Charlie interjected, fuming.
“Sorry Char Char,” Lucifer let go of Alastor’s collar and the guy slowly relaxed, the sparking pinpricks leaving the areas which were touched. A wave of concern hit the fallen angel at the sight of Alastor physically recoiling not from fear but something else entirely.
“Dad, you know that Alastor doesn’t like people touching him,” Charlie scolded and Lucifer shrugged feigning indifference, but he watched the way Alastor’s chest rose and fell faster than usual. The way his hands clutched a little too tightly on the cushions, his claws grating into the straining leather. What a strange bellhop…
The little house maid scuttled forward towards the king and clung to his chest holding him by the collar of his jacket. “If you ever do that to King Roach again I will hunt you down like I do with the rats, then stab you over and over and over with my knife,” Nifty giggled maniacally as she spun the knife, softly beating gold, around in front of Lucifer’s face. He gulped. Why the fuck did she suddenly have an angelic weapon? Was that the one which killed Adam?
“Nifty! This is not the way to redemption!” Charlie said, trying to persuade the maid to get off of Lucifer, trying to drag her away but she pointed the knife in her face. “Oh shit, ummm…can anyone help, please?? Husk??”
“Nifty, get off them, come on now,” the bartender called over from where he sat with Angel Dust. Such a help… Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Boss, get her off them,” he turned to Alastor who had just dusted his suit off and brushed aside the pinpricks.
The radio demon stood up and walked over to the short king, Charlie and his tiny friend, before grabbing and lifting her away by the scruff. “Come on Nifty, my dear, let's go,” Alastor said as he let go of her, allowing the tiny cyclops to scale his arm, to perch atop of his head, nestled between ears and hair.
Everyone else looked on in shock at the sight of the big bad radio demon allowing someone to willingly touch him let alone climb on him. “Be careful, bad boy, otherwise I will kill you where everyone can see,” she called, smiling sinisterly, before Alastor closed the door, walking down the hall.
“Well that was something,” Lucifer blinked, before straightening his jacket lapels. What a strange interaction. Also what was up with Alastor? Surely hunting rifles were something he’d indulge in? Afterall by the way he spoke and dressed he was from the 1920s, and wasn’t hunting a big thing back then?
“Soo is no one going to say anything ‘bout smiles being nice to creeps?” Angel asked.
“Alastor was incredibly kind to her, maybe he can be redeemed!” Charlie exclaimed
“Umm, no princess,” the bartender- what was his name again? Musk or Hust? Well whatever his name was. He shook his head before finishing his bottle of whiskey. “Alastor only tolerates Nift,”
“He seems to do more than tolerate her, don’t know why though,” Vaggie shrugged, still annoyed that the cyclops had pointed a weapon at her girlfriend.
“Well whatever it is, its fucking hot! That kinda shit turns me on so-” The porn star smirked and Husk elbowed him. “Ow, seriously Husky?”
“Angel, you know Alastor isn’t like that,” Charlie winced, before turning to her father, “and Dad, you should apologize to Al,”
“Char char, he insulted me first though!” Lucifer scowled. Why should he- the king of damn hell- apologize to Alastor? Stupid, angry, mysterious, and hot….
“Dad! You resulted to violence first, so go find Al and apologize. Properly.”
“I don’t know Charlie-” Lucifer began, rubbing the back of his neck, before seeing his daughter's puppy eyes, pleading, sparkling like the star he used to watch every night before he fell from Heaven. “Okay then Char char, I’ll try to talk to him,”
“THANK YOU!!!” Charlie smiled and hugged him tightly.
After a while of wandering around the hotel, Lucifer found the bellhop with the hotel maid chatting. He was going to go in but he stood at the door of the room- the music hall which was newly added as his daughter liked to randomly demand a musical. Yeahh…she definitely got that from her dad….
“Please King Roach, just a little,” the cyclops pleaded
“As I told you Nifty, I have not played the piece in a while…” Alastor rolled his eyes as he checked inside the piano for any unwelcome substances or objects. Good idea, Lucifer mused. So Nifty was the girl's name?
“Please Alastor, you said you’d do it after I didn’t kill the king after it. Instead I will torture him, rip him limb from limb then wear his entrails around my neck. I would give you his flesh, blood and organs to eat with Miss Rosie as a present! And then I'll make his shiny eyes my new cocktail decorations- it'll be delicious!”
Lucifer winced, stomach churning at the small sinner declaring how she was going to torture him, not like she'd stand a chance against him though.
“My dear, that is enough, you don’t need to describe how you want to kill his majesty,” the red guy stated and Lucifer’s heart hammered against his ribs, he felt so happy that his crush- no..should he dare call the bell hop such a childish label?- was defending him.
“Will you at least play the piano then?” Nifty asked and the radio demon sighed, tilting his head. Lucifer almost chuckled at the likeness of that of a cat. Hell, he was cute. Would cute describe a cannibalistic serial killer? Probably not but this was hell so it didn’t matter.
Alastor in question shrugged and promised the girl a show another time before ushering her away after “spotting” a rat. “Your majesty if you’re going to spy on me you should at least be able to see properly,” he announced, after his ears flicking back, once Lucifer slowly closed the door and stepped properly into the room. Damn, he thought, maybe stealth wasn’t his strong suit after all?
Part of Lucifer wanted to stay where he was, unmoving hoping he’d continue, whilst the other wanted to go and argue with him but then he may not hear Alastor play piano. Fuck he was so infactuated….
“Are you going to stand here all day?” a voice asked from beside him and it was the sinner in question
“Oh god-you!” Lucifer yelped as he jumped at the unsuspected companion suddenly beside him. “What do you want?” Why did he always have to sneak up on him?
“Why do I think I should ask why you were spying on me, my king?” Alastor grinned, eyes full with excitement and anticipation as he bent down, cracking his neck at an awkward angle.
“Why do you do that?” Lucifer asked, nervously. Fuck he was so hot, the angel could already feel the gold blood return to his pale face. Alastor had called him his king- oh thank the stars.
“Oh does this make you uncomfortable?” the sinner asked before correcting his neck so it was now how it was meant to be.
“Kind of?” The king shrugged before quickly rambling, “though I am not bothered by a measly snap of a neck, I’ll have you know,”
“Whatever you say your majesty, and its a good thing I don’t care,” he asked, before continuing, “so why were you stalking me?” The demon tilted his head. My stars he's adorable but such a dick, Lucifer thought
“I was not stalking you! Who do you take me for!?”
“Oh? Well you’re short, impossibly so, stubborn as a mule, as brainless as a-”
“Enough with the damn poetic nonsense!” Lucifer scowled
“Hmmm, does his majesty not know what a simple simile is?” The guy smirked, “oh what will everyone say when they hear our king is short, stubborn and uneducated?”
“Do you ever shut that obnoxious mouth of yours?”
“Hmmm,” Alastor tapped his chin, “no, anyway back to the topic at hand, what pleasure do I owe my little stalker?”
“Why you!” Lucifer scowled, punching him. How dare he insult his king? One of the seven deadly sins, a thing before humans existed. Remain cool, he reminded himself, that’s what Charlie would tell him. “Well Charlie said I had to apologize to this thing” he gestured at the taller man, “so I apologize for grabbing you earlier even if you were being a prick,”
“Now now, isn’t that more of an insult than a formal apology? And here I thought you may have some manners buried somewhere inside that puny stature,” Alastor chuckled, tapping the king on the nose. A golden blush flushed across the fallen angels’ face. The radio demon smirked, summoning the shadows making them pull back and forth like a tide waltzing with the shore. “Now now sire, maybe the others cast you out of heaven for being so mild mannered?”
“You fucking bitch! I was trying to be nice, hope you get shot in the damn head,” Lucifer remarked annoyed, why the hell did he like this prick? He was insolent, prideful, and if the sin of pride was mentioning that it must be a problem.
“But you can't hurt sinners, your majesty,” the radio demon cackled with glee, “and why you need to try harder with your manners, maybe that's why dear Charlie didn’t bother to reach out to you after being ignored so many times, the sheer audacity of neglecting your own poor child!” Alastor chided, his brows knitted together though. The fuck was his problem?
“You know what Bambi, I’ll do the job for you! Lodge a bullet right in that ego full skull of yours, maybe then you’d shut your fucking mouth!” Lucifer sneered. The sinners’ ears flattened, and the shadows around him sharpened to points.
Horns emerged from the devils head, the hell flame bursting to life burning bright in the shadowy corner of the music theatre. “Oh no you fucking don’t,” Lucifer grabbed Alastor by the collar before he could retreat into the shadows. Damn coward, all bark and no bite. “What the hell is wrong with you? One minute you’re acting like a damn maniac, all laughter and pure hate and now you’re acting like a scared child? If you’re trying to get my guard down it won’t work, bellhop,”
They were going to talk this out, he wasn’t going to let such an obvious ploy for empathy be the downfall of him. Alastor may be good at games but Lucifer was the one who created free will, he made the games. And surely if the asshole was as smart as he claimed to be he wouldn’t choose such a basic tactic?
But seeing the way Alastor acted, like a feral scared cat- he had to stop comparing him to a cat, damn it!- this didn’t seem like something he’d do just to get the upper hand. No that bellhop always kept such an impossible front up, Lucifer had tried to get that wall- no fortress- down even a little. So why would the demon so willingly act so scared?
Now that Lucifer thought about it, this wasn’t their usual bickering, this was harsh and spiteful, at first it could be flirting but then it morphed into pure hate filled comments hitting all the rough edges and that red prick knew it for a fact.
The prick in question, writhed and twisted trying to pull himself free from Lucifer’s harsh grip. His eyes were flickering between his normal eyes before switching to a jolting black sclera with red irises, but he hadn’t donned his wendigo form or even branched his antlers out. Something was wrong but what? Lucifer may be powerful but he wasn’t a fucking mind reader!
The king could sense that something was up, this whole ‘act’ seemed too real to be fake and Bambi can’t be that good of an actor surely? This wasn’t defiance but pure panic. “Hey, hey, hey, calm down will you?” Lucifer tried to snap at him, yet his tone was full of concern, as he tried to soothe the man. He really was terrible at hiding his emotions.
It was odd though, his eyes were of pure panic and…fear, but his smile remained. A tad creepy. Though Lucifer already thought the other’s smile was a defect, punishment or stitched due to the green sutures at the corners.
But from what the cannibal lady said to him, the twos deal was broken yet he still had that insufferable smile on his face. So maybe it was a punishment or something more? Whatever that wasn’t his concern. His concern right this minute was to figure out what was wrong.
Taking a deep breath, the blonde quickly teleported to his room, and when the redhead stumbled, failing to adjust to the sudden change in surroundings. He looked like a fawn learning to walk for the first time. Lucifer mused and took both of his hands, pinning them beside his head against a wall.
“Calm down it's okay,” he whispered, yet Al remained hyperventilating, Lucifer sighed, “do I really need to teach you how to breathe properly?”
Yet despite this remark, he rubbed comforting motions in the sinner’s palms, directing his breathing until it slowed to a normal pace, just as he used to do for Charlie when she was younger. It seemed to pay off however, as after a while Alastor regained some form of composure whilst still appearing shaken “Heyyyyy, so what is wrong?” Lucifer asked, awkward as ever. He didn’t get a reply. “I assume that was not a tactic?”
“A tactic? You think I’d be willing to go as low as that!!” Alastor scowled, and to drive the point home, he stomped on the kings foot.
“Fuck you!” Lucifer winced, glaring at him. Well he could of kicked him elsewhere… “So are you going to explain what the hell happened back there?”
“I don’t see how that concerns you,” Alastor snarled, trying to appear menacing, but he was failing miserably.
“Of course it concerns me! I just had to put up with your little melt down for the last ten or so minutes! So I should know what happened,”
“Tantrum!? How dare you compare me to-”
“Then tell me what the fuck is wrong with you!” Lucifer yelled, and the other flinched, before looking horrified with himself. The fuck? Oh…..oh he’d fucked up, he’d fucked up big time. Lucifer grimaced.
“If you’re going to yell at me at least try to not yell right below my ears,” Alastor tried to shrug the reaction off but his ears remained plastered to his scalp.
“why did you react like I was going to hit you?” Lucifer muttered, more to himself then anyone else but Alastor heard, of course he heard. After all those red eyes widened, and the corners of his smile down turned. He looked like a kicked cat, ahh the king needed to stop comparing a cannibal to a cute animal such as a cat.
“W-why your majesty you must be seeing things, I knew you were stupid but hallucinating is a lot even for someone like you-”
“Don’t change the subject,” Lucifer snapped, before looking ashamed of himself.
“Why I would never do such a thing,”
“Alright here is what is going to happen, you are going to be quiet and I’m going to tell you what I think is wrong,” the devil said, manoeuvring the taller man’s hands above his head with one hand.
“Hmmm, how about no?” Alastor rolled his eyes.
Lucifer quickly put his now free hand over the other's mouth barely avoiding the razor sharp teeth snapping at him. He fucking tried to bite of his hand! A mere sinner went to bite off the king of hell's hand. The sheer audacity! “There we go, not that hard is it?” He chuckled to himself whilst the redhead glared daggers at him.
“So, here’s what I have gathered, you hate guns, especially hunting ones and you have deer attributes so I assume you were shot during hunting season? You hate loud noises due to someone in your life, or afterlife always yelling and with that yelling came a negative consequence, whether that be a beating or something else entirely,” Lucifer explained with a sigh, Alastor looked at him stunned, he looked frightened somehow. “I’m not as oblivious as I look, okay!?”
Gently, he removed his hand from the still smiling mouth, he had finally made the radio demon lost for words. There was an awkward silence between the two, the devil looked ready to tackle the other to the ground if he decided to flee whereas the demon was silent, calculating in his head, no doubt.
“What is your price?” Alastor blurted out and Lucifer tilted his head. What was he going on about? “
“What?”
“You surely want something from me hence you threatening me with your information to blackmail me into compliance, so what do you want?”
“No, no, no, you have it all wrong!” Lucifer shook his head desperately. “I don’t want anything from you, and you've just proved to me that I was right, and even if I wasn’t right I would never tell anyone, not even Charlie!”
“Bullshit,” the sinner spat out, “who would refuse a chance to weaken the ‘all powerful’ radio demon? Oh, how Vox would eat it up! So why spout such twisted promises, sire?”
“My stars why do you have to be so difficult? I would not tell anyone, I promise,” Lucifer looked up at the other still pinned to the wall, with a soft yet stern look.
“I don’t trust you,”
“I don’t expect you trust anyone Bambi,” the fallen angel mused softly and Alastor looked away with what could resemble a pout on his face. Lucifer took a deep breath before continuing, “I take it as I am right with my assumption?”
The other scanned his face for a long while looking for any telling of lies or anything bad intentions. He found none, no surprise there. After all Lucifer was terrible at lying. “Hmmm, somewhat, I suppose,” Alastor sighed after a long while.
“I assumed as much, you were terrible at hiding your shock, idiot,” Lucifer teased, and rolled his eyes.
“I didn’t expect someone with such a small brain to guess so well,” Alastor shot back
“Fair enough, I also want to talk to you about another thing, Bambi,”
“And that is, your shortness?”
The king of hell chuckled, “will you ever shut up about my height,”
“Maybe,” the radio demon shrugged and the king raised an eyebrow, “probably not,”
“Alright I’m just going to be blunt,” Why was this so nerve wracking? Using his free hand Lucifer ran his fingers through his golden locks, trying to calm himself.
“You always are,” he remarked
“How charming of you, anywho… ha-ha,” Lucifer looked away, his cheeks gold. “Do you like me? You always flirt with me and you always leave me little peace offerings whether that be sweets or the every evening hot chocolate. So please tell me, do you like me?”
Alastor’s eyes went wide and he tried to slink into the shadows but Lucifer’s room was bright and there were strangely no shadows to retreat to. “Why you’re so far-”
“You’re lying, I can see it, so don’t you dare lie to your king,” Lucifer smirked, repeating the possessiveness Alastor had shown earlier, watching as the redhead's face burned.
“Terrible excuse of a monarch-”
“Will you stop insulting me for one minute?” The fallen angel scowled, fingers digging into the radio demons’ wrists.
“No,” he smirked, and what did the king expect?
“So are you going to continue avoiding the question?” Lucifer asked before teasingly running his finger up Alastor’s neck. “Or are you too scared to answer?”
Alastor remained silent, eyes shining brightly, as a faint blush grew present on his cheeks. Deer in headlights, Lucifer mused, fondly. So the big bad radio demon was actually quite shy when it came to this? How endearing.
“Should I take that as a yes, Bambi?” Lucifer asked, grinning widely as Alastor just avoided eye contact all together. He may be pushing his luck but he moved his hand to grip the radio demon's chin forcing him to look at him. “I need an answer, Al,”
“Well you’re not getting one,” Alastor rolled his eyes attempting to free himself from Lucifer’s grip, and wiggle away from the scrutinizing gaze.
“Oh, really?” The blond grinned, moving the hand on the redhead's wrists to his collar instead, yanked him down to his level before whispering, “well why don’t you show me then?” Lucifer pressed his lips against the others, cupping his cheek, and if Alastor wanted to push him away he was free to do so.
Yet that wasn’t the case, the sinner slowly kissed him back, tilting his head as he gently nipped on the King’s bottom lip, eliciting a groan and the devil’s hand moved to entangle itself in the red hair, pulling slightly, making Alastor let out a sound between a bleat and a whimper. How cute.
Lucifer pulled on his hair and ran his forked tongue over the other's lips, seeking entrance. Would he get his tongue bitten off? Who cares he could regenerate anyway. Alastor however obliged, and the king explored the others mouth with ease, quickly winning dominance in the battle of tongue.
Needing air, Lucifer pulled away smirking at the sight he had made, the usually calm, composed radio demon now a panting mess, golden blood on his lips mixing with their saliva, a red blush coating his cheeks and nose, his hair messy and eyes half lidded. A wave of possessiveness and pride washed over him, he was the one to make the Bambi like this, and it was only for his eyes to see.
“You alright there, Bambi?” the blond asked with a chuckle and Alastor gave him a thumbs up. “Been a while huh?”
“W-what do you-” Alastor asked, tilting his head, licking the blood from his lips, before humming in appreciation of the flavour. My stars he was adorable.“Oh I actually have never done this sire,”
“Really??” Lucifer asked astounded and Alastor nodded, suddenly shy.
“I had no care for such things on earth or in hell, I never saw the appeal of intercourse, relationships or marriage anyway,” Alastor shrugged, straightening up to his full height again.
“So you’re ace?”
“A-what-now?” He frowned, tilting his head. He really did look like a cat- a cannibalistic cute, feral cat ready to scratch out eyes if he wanted…..yeahhh a cute feral cat was what Alastor was.
“Ace? As in asexual? That's what Char Char said you were, you don't feel sexual attraction or you feel little of it, right?” Lucifer explained, confused as he may have got it wrong. Then again Al was from the 1920s so it wasn’t common knowledge what every term meant.
“I suppose I don't feel the ‘normal’ attraction as others if you'd call it that,” he shrugged, uncaring about the new label
“So does that mean I'm your first kiss?” The devil smirked, his tail emerging, flicking back and forth behind him.
“Well no, technically not, but yes?” Alastor glared at the floor, ears pressed back to his scalp.
“What do you mean?”
“Yes you're the first that I have allowed to kiss me, but another did so without a care for my agreement on the matter.” he scowled, ears flicked in distaste. “No worries about that, it was years ago and the guy is still alive before you berate me for murder like your daughter”
A hot flash of anger flared in Lucifer’s mind, who was dumb enough to force themselves on the radio demon and live to tell the tale? Oh that would not do, fuck he would go and sort that son of a bitch out personally if he found out who he was.
“Sire, calm yourself it was years ago-” Alastor tried to reason
“Did the guy do anything else?” Lucifer snarled, horns emerged, eyes burning red.
“I don't see how that is relevant to our relationship,” he rolled his eyes, Alastor was already planning how to kill that TV head anyway.
“But-wait what you'd say?” Lucifer asked, demonic features magicking away with a curious tilt of his head, his tail flicking behind him.
“You said we needed to talk about us, did you not?” The radio demon shrugged, yet he fidgeted with his claws.
“Awwww is the big bad overlord suddenly shy?” The blond cooed, leaning up towards the others face
“I am not!” Alastor huffed, chest heaving, ears twitching, a bold blush coating his face.
“How adorable you are at my mercy,” Lucifer smirked, pride flowing through his golden veins. He gripped the other's chin and kissed him, softly. “And yes we are a couple, if you'd like to call us that, darling,” he whispered against the sinner's sweet lips.
“Hmm, I prefer partners, and don’t you dare call me that in public, otherwise you can bid good bye to all this and I will personally deal with you,” Alastor mused, running his fingers though the golden hair.
"Alright, partners it is, darling~" Lucifer whispered, pulling Alastor's hair gently earning a groan.
"Your majesty-"
"Ah ah ah," Lucifer wiggled his finger in front of the taller's face. The other's eyes following the limb like a cat drawn to catnip. How adorable. "No formalities when we're alone, that okay?"
"Fine, what do you umm..want me to call you?"
"Lucifer, Lu, Luci or just any pet name you choose, which is not an insult, understood?"
"Fine then, my dear," Alastor grinned, and Lucifer pouted. Why did his new partner call him something that he called others? it wasn't fair... "With time, with time, short-ass," Alastor promised, smirking at the jab on the Kings height and the blond playfully yanked his hair in retaliation.
"So what do you want to do?" Lucifer asked, looking around his bedroom with piles of DVDs in one corner with a TV, and the mountains of ducks in the other corner and a few shelves of books dotted here and there.
"I don't know, what do partners usually do? Other than intercourse which I do not-"
"Hey hey hey, you don't have to indulge in anything if you don't want to do, I may be the devil but I am not like that," he reassured and pulled Alastor off the wall leading him by the hand to the couch near the TV. "Want to watch some movies? Vox can't see or infiltrate this screen before you complain about him for the next 30 minutes,"
"I'm alright thanks, why don't you watch some instead?" Alastor smiled and sat down on the couch with a book magickly appearing in his hand. The devil grinned and started watching a musical theatre production about ducks, well it was one of Shakespeare's many plays but with the characters as ducks but Lucifer seemed happy enough
Alastor’s gaze softened as he caught the fleeting glances from those red and yellow eyes peeking at him every few minutes. Lucifer blushed seeing the soft gaze, he really really wanted to cuddle but at the same time would his boyfriend- partner be comfortable with that? He had agreed he was asexual and didn’t enjoy touch but would he want that?
Lucifer became lost in his spiralling thoughts. Should he reach out or leave the other be? Could he cuddle him or would that make Al uncomfortable…?
Pulling him from the mental merry-go-round, a hesitant arm extended out and wrapped around the blonds waist, pulling him in to nestle him into Alastor’s side. Lucifer smiled softly nuzzling his head into the sinner as a head rested atop of his, inhaling the scent of him.
Between the change of a page and the show’s voices fading to a dull hum, the fallen angel’s eyes began to grow heavy and with a yawn, he let sleep consume him, happy that he was finally not alone.
“My dear?” Alastor asked quietly feeling the subtle change in weight and the change in his breathing tried to crane his neck to see before his shadow appeared pointing to Lucifer and mimicking sleeping before cooing and making love hearts with its hands.
All the radio demon did was roll his eyes, and gently shift the angel and himself so he was sitting against the armrest of the couch so Lucifer could lay on his front comfortably. And for the first time in a long time, Alastor’s heart warmed, brushing the stray hairs away from his partners pale face.
“Goodnight mon trésor,” he whispered, kissing the others head. His shadow cooed, pretending to faint in shock. “Oh, enough already..” he scolded, blushing, the shadow continued cooing, swooning and pretending to hug itself making kissy noises whilst grinning. “Sérieusement toi?”