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When Lucifer woke up, it was clear that Alastor was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't mad about it. Before he fell asleep their touches might’ve been a lot for Alastor.
He glanced at the clock, and saw that it was almost dinner. Lucifer decided on skipping it, and he snuggled more into the sheets with a soft huff. He let his body melt back into the bed.
The lamp on the bedside table trembled, and Lucifer opened his eyes.
"Not funny, Alastor." He murmured, hiding his face in the pillow he was hugging.
The sinner materialized right behind him, his back resting against the headboard. He hummed softly when he appeared.
"The little princess asked me to call you to dinner. We've made potato soup." Alastor chimed, turning his gaze on Lucifer.
"We?" Lucifer asked, and decided to also turn his head towards the sinner.
"Precisely! Charlie and I had some bonding time." Alastor replied with a lyrical voice tone.
"You're still not her dad. I am." Lucifer reminded him with a groan. As much as he likes Alastor, Charlie is not something he's comfortable arguing over.
"My, my, dear!" Alastor gasped softly. "Don't I become a step-dad in such situations?" He gazed Lucifer with a questioning look.
Lucifer's previously hostile expression softened, and a soft golden tint covered his cheeks.
"Well..." He mumbled a bit startled, hiding his face behind one of his hands.
"Don't stress your head around it, dearest." Alastor reached out, petting the King's head tenderly. "Let's grab some food."
"I'm not hungry." Lucifer replied with a shrug, and dropped his head back in the pillow.
"Well, was I asking?" Alastor asked, his words coated in a slight predatory manner. Lucifer got a bit creeped out by the sudden tone change.
"Uh, no, but I'm not hungry." Lucifer repeated himself, his voice a bit shaky by surprise.
"Okay then," Alastor stood up, and made his cane appear. "Sadly I'll be the only one cleaning up the kitchen. Mhm." Alastor didn't seem like he actually cared about it. "Alone." he added, glancing at Lucifer.
"You just want to fuck me in the kitchen, don't you?" Lucifer figured with an amused look. He could hear Radio filter screech and crackle.
"Hm, maybe!" Alastor shrugged with a mischievous grin in his lips.
"Well then, I'm starving!" Lucifer declared with a huge grin.
He made a portal appear, and motioned with his head towards it.
Alastor got the memo, and stepped through it together with the King. They stepped out, right in the dining room. Everyone's eyes fell on them.
"Such a tiny portal!" Alastor exclaimed softly, looking down Lucifer.
"It wasn't made for mountains like your kind." Lucifer shot back swiftly.
"Precisely, it was made for people with similar stature to yours. Tiny." Alastor chuckled.
Lucifer didn't exactly care about their little bickering, it was more so to upheld the image of hate. Of spite.
They sat down at their assigned seats, and started to eat, while conversing with others. Well, that's a harsh word for it. More so sit and listen to the others, as they gazed at eachother with bedroom eyes occasionally.
Vaggie kept her eyes fixated on the two, and then turned to Angel when she was done investigating.
"I'm telling you, they're fucking." She whispered to the arachnid, who glanced at them. He nodded.
"Raw." Angel added, and turned his head towards Vaggie, who looked at him with disgust.
"I did not need to know that." she sighed with a grimace.
"I can tell, just look!" Angel whispered, though his voice was harsh. He nodded towards them discreetly. "I know when I see it!"
"Right, Angel, that's... Enough." Vaggie shook her head, and sighed softly.
Lucifer glanced at Alastor. He noticed his lack of missing food on his plate, and with a soft look of anger in his face, he pointed his plate with his fork.
Alastor's smile twitched, as he grasped his fork. He started eating. He didn't want to upset Lucifer that much.
"Charlie, dear," Alastor chimed, the mentioned girl immediately looking at him. "Me and you father will clean up after. Have your rest with your girlfriend." He encouraged, and played with his fork between his fingers.
"Just... Don't kill eachother. Please." Charlie whispered to him.
"Oh, I'd never!" Alastor shot an amorous look to Lucifer, as discreetly as he could. "I could never hurt the King!"
"I'm more so afraid of Dad killing you." Charlie said quietly as she put down her fork.
Alastor's smile twitched. Sure, he knows, but why rub it in his face that he's not that powerful? That the King is more powerful?
"Don't worry sweetie, we'll just clean up." Lucifer reassured her with a soft smile.
Charlie smiled back at him, and nodded.
Though Vaggie and Angel seemed much more suspicious, Lucifer ended up not caring. Alastor kept an eye on them, as discreetly as he could.
After dinner, Lucifer and Alastor cleaned up together, not really saying a word. They both wanted the others to think they still hate eachother.
But as soon as they arrived to the kitchen, their needs were much more uncomfortable to suppress.
Lucifer basically lounged at him, kissing the sinner deeply, who returned it in the same manner. Alastor wrapped his hands around Lucifer's waist, pulling him closer. The King put his hands around his neck.
Their kisses and touches were much more needy and lustful than last night. They craved eachother.
Alastor picked up Lucifer easily, and placed him on the counter. He lightly nipped Lucifer's bottom lip, and brushed his tongue over the scar. Lucifer shivered, and smiled into the kiss.
Lucifer ran his hand up Alastor's hair, burrowing his hand. He bucked his hip forward, pushing their crotches apart, making both of them quietly moan.
"So... Wanna check on 'em?" Angel asked Vaggie.
"I dunno if I wanna see them fuck." Vaggie whispered back, and Angel just shrugged.
"You don't wanna see the King and the Radio Demon in action? How unfun." He joked.
Alastor didn't waste a lot of time, he started to unbutton the King's pants. Lucifer smiled wide into the kiss, while his pants were pushed off.
Alastor easily removed his own pants too, and slid his hands down. The sinner pulled the other closer, and his finger brushed gently over Lucifer's hole, before pushing it in.
Lucifer quivered, and sighed softly into the, grasping on Alastor's shoulders. The sinner's second finger joined shortly, and Lucifer was forced to part from Alastor's lips. He moaned quietly and softly at the feeling.
"Truly blessed by Venus..." Alastor cooed softly at him.
Lucifer shivered, and bit his bottom lip gingerly. He opened his eyes just enough to see, and reached for Alastor's hand. The sinner held it firmly, and pulled out his fingers from Lucifer.
"It costs a kiss...!" Alastor whispered with a witty tone, and Lucifer leaned in for a quick peck. "Mhm, I suppose it'll suffice."
Alastor rested his hands on Lucifer's hips, and slowly pushed himself in. The King wrapped his hands around Alastor's neck.
"Fuuck..." He moaned deeply. Lucifer burrowed his face in the sinner's neck, in an attempt to keep low toned. His knees trembled a bit.
Alastor hummed quietly, and started to move his hips back and forth. He tried to keep his moves slow, and sensual. The sinner started to gently pet Lucifer's head with a hand. He let out a pleasure coated sigh too.
With his other hand, he started to caress the King's spine up and down with his claws. Lucifer shivered, and let out a shuddering mix of moan and sigh.
The King clutched Alastor's shoulders, and rocked his hip forth. He was needy, and he also knew that someone might walk into them if they're not careful.
Alastor groaned, a bit unsatisfied. He wanted to spend more time sweet talking, and hugging, but maybe the King's urgency is right. After all, they're in the kitchen. Alastor decided to speed up, hitting Lucifer's sweet spot.
The King gritted his teeth, trying not to moan loud, and his eyes had watered. He pushed his face deeper into the sinner's neck.
Alastor also tried to keep quiet, only letting quiet, choked down moans escape rarely.
Lucifer legs trembled, and he squeezed them to Alastor's sides. His climax was accompanied by a sweet sounding, wobbly, choked down moan.
The sinner hugged the King tightly to himself, as he also came with a deep moan. In his mind's fog, he cared less about being heard or not, but still tried to be quiet.
For a few seconds, they panted in harmony. Alastor stroked the King's back gently, and Lucifer snuggled closer.
"We need a gardrobe change, dear." Alastor whispered to his ear, leaving a light kiss on the body part.
"Mhm..." he hummed quietly. "Give me a bit..." Alastor nodded, and kept on stroking the King.
After some time, Lucifer snapped, changing their clothes to clean ones. He leaned back, supporting himself on his palms.
"We wouldn't have needed a gardrobe change if someone didn't smother my dick between us." Lucifer said quietly with a wicked grin.
Alastor's face turned a bit blushed, and he cleared his throat, stepping away. He summoned his cane, and shrugged.
"The King didn't enjoy it perhaps?" Alastor looked at him with a raised brow.
"Oh, I did." He exclaimed with a huge smile.
Lucifer hopped off the counter, and went over to the demon. He pulled down the sinner's head, and gave him a quick kiss.
"I have work to do. You be good!" Lucifer cooed, then summoned a portal, swiftly stepping through it.
Alastor's smile twitched as he saw the now empty kitchen. He grasped his cane then turned around. He also had some stuff to do.
Vaggie and Angel chatted in the common room, sitting on one of the couches. A lot of the guests were there too, but Charlie had them occupied with some speech of hers, so the two had time to discuss.
"They're weird as fuck." Angel said quietly. He was leaned onto Husk, who couldn't care about any of the conversations around him.
"I figured they'd say something if it's important." Vaggie replied monotonously.
"Knowing smiley face, he ain't gonna say anything." He shrugged softly. "But if you say so."
"Well, atleast Lucifer might. To Charlie maybe?" she sighed, and dropped her hands in her lap. "Or maybe we're thinking too much into it."
"Oh, no, they're sure fucking." Angel's eyes widened, and shook his head. "Have you seen their eyes? That short king was basically begging for it."
"Yeah." He replied shortly, and looked over at Charlie instead.
Lucifer sat down at his table, and stared forward. What now? At this point, neither of them can act like there's nothing more to this than just sexual tension behind unbound. They're definitely something, even if it only started out as a power play.
Lucifer was just a bit more content in dwelling in his emotions, and dissecting them than Alastor.
The sinner was currently sitting at a café in cannibal town. He was all by himself, mostly just listening to chatter around him, and trying to suppress his thoughts and questions.
There was no reason to pay them any attention. Any feeling that might make him vulnerable to anyone is to be ignored and hidden. And it doesn't matter what that feeling exactly is. It's a sign of weakness.
After all, their sexual acts were only dominated by Alastor. So he still had some power over Lucifer. And most importantly, he still had a grip on his self control.
Alastor sipped his coffee, then gently put it back down.
Emotions are useless to worry about. They don't hold any significance. Maybe if Lucifer brings it up, he might be down to converse. But by his own want? No.
Lucifer started working on a new project of his, while trying to figure out something for this situation he got himself in.
Quick recap. They started having sex not too long ago, and have somehow garnered feelings for one another. Or, well, atleast Lucifer did.
Sure, the demon did say they can try the topic of love, and has been acting very... Adoring, but it's not proof for anything. The radio demon could still play with his emotions, and it wouldn't be out of his league to do so! After all, he's never been a nice person. Not even a pleasant one. Just a sick murder, who's also a cannibal. He never cared about anyone. The most he tolerates is Niffty, and even her antics can make him annoyed.
What's to promise that he wouldn't hate Lucifer once they get a bit closer? And Lucifer doesn't want to get abandoned. Not again.
Maybe he should draw back. Maybe talking might also work, but Alastor is definitely not the person you can talk emotions and feelings with. He's the furthest thing from it.
So maybe, putting an end to their sexual life would be the better choice to make.
Lucifer let out an overwhelmed sigh, and dropped the little duck on the table. He leaned back, his back hitting the backrest of the table. The King crossed his arms, and let out a huff.
It's complicated. Way too complicated. Why does this have to be so complicated and annoying?
Alastor ordered another coffee, and sat back down at his seat. He entertained his mind with the thought of being with Lucifer. Maybe it can work. He already presented his affection.
And by affection he means not gutting out the King, even if his animalistic instincts would be delighted to do so. Okay, maybe one day. After all, Lucifer did allow him, and said he wouldn't die. So just maybe once they could try it out.
He hummed happily at the thought, and flipped the page of the newspaper he was reading. Just some unnecessary and unimportant drama going around the town, nothing much. It wasn't really worth the read, but that's the only thing he could entertain his mind with.
Lucifer wasn't an option, as the little one would only bring his mind more frenzy, or rather his blood flow might decide on another route. Overlord business also wasn't an option, since there really was nothing going on right now. So reading the newspaper was the only thing he could do to keep himself busy.
Lucifer put away his project instead. Okay. He decided on it! He'll speak with Alastor this night, whether the sinner likes it or not.
Is there a possibility that he might make himself look stupid? Sure, but it's better than navigating in the fog. At this point, anything is better than what they have going on.
Lucifer just can't act like there's nothing more. At least in his heart. He can't act like he has zero feelings. Because even if those feelings are only budding, they're important. And he can't act like one day they won't bloom.
Alastor spotted an article about Lucifer in the newspaper. It was just an ordinary interview, nothing more. He did read it fully though. As he saw the picture of the King, Rosie's words suddenly chimed in his mind
"You can cut those buds and flowers off, but you can not stop spring from coming."
Suddenly, it all made sense. It was like a dream unrevealed. The once strange mix of words suddenly chimed with meaning, and Alastor's eyes almost lit up.
He needs to talk with Lucifer.