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It should’ve been assumed that when Charlotte called him downstairs this December morning, the morning that Hell decided it would fucking snow, that perhaps he’d be smart to expect something different. Something out of the norm from the Princess’s chaos.
After escaping his deals and freeing himself, Alastor had been busy pestering and watching Lucifer, but that was becoming dreadfully boring. All the King did was surround himself with ducks… though Alastor wasn’t sure if they were made by his majesty, or by the magic that Lucifer had. That was still something that he was trying to deduce.
Still, he wasn’t expecting to see a fucking purple portal glowing in the lounge when he got to the fifth floor, the floor where all the common rooms were.
“Alastor! I’m so glad you could make it! Look, I know this is different, and I know you don’t really participate with us, but I think you might want to this time!” Charlie smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder.
Alastor picked her arm up by her sleeve and dropped it. “No, thank you, my dear. I am much too busy with other matters than to deal with this frivolous hand-holding kumbaya you do.”
“Well, that’s terribly dreary.”
Alastor froze. He turned around quickly to really take stock of the room, eyes landing on… himself? Or a much taller version? “...what is this?”
Charlie spoke first, waving a hand in front of the other Alastor. “This is you! From a different world… or dimension? Either way, he’s here! Everyone’s buddy is here! They’ll be here for a few days, and everyone is paired up already. I just needed you to come get yours! This will be an excellent bonding experience! Healing!!”
Alastor watched as the Princess left with… the Princess. His eyes narrowed as he looked at his counterpart. The deer smirked at him, and Alastor scoffed. “Do with what you will. I’m going back to my room.”
“Our room.” Came the reply.
“My room. Good day to you.” Alastor sank into the shadows, melting away to reappear in his room. Just as he went to sit down, he felt someone in his seat with something poking his backside.
Alastor bleated, a rather undignified noise for a man of his stature, as he scrambled away. He narrowed his eyes at the demon sitting in his favorite reading chair.
Of course, when he went to speak, his counterpart raised a hand. “Ahn ahn ahn, let me speak now, won’t you?”
Alastor sighed, rubbing his temples. “So long as you get the fuck out of my goddamned chair and put your raging boner away. Imbecile!”
The bigger buck smirked. “Of course, darling, not a problem at all. Call me Al, won’t you?”
“Move. Al.”
“Take a seat, little buck.” Al stood, leaning against the side of the chair as he watched the shorter demon go take a seat. The fireplace flicked on, and suddenly things weren’t too terrible anymore.
“Do you know what a rut is?”
“Fucking Christ, man, I’ve known you for all of five minutes!”
Al shook his head, caging the deer in. “You’ve known me your entire life. I am you, and you are me, now tell me, buck, do you know what a rut is?”
Alastor huffed, a light tinge appearing on his cheeks. “Yes, I do! What self-respecting demon in Hell doesn’t know what a r-” He stared at the other man, eyes trailing down. “...you’re in one.”
“Yes.”
“....how do you handle it?”
“Same as you. But now I have something I am much more interested in using to handle it.” The demon pressed closer, one hand trailing over Alastor’s crotch. “And it seems like you were gifted the opposite of what I have, like Hell I’m going to waste this pretty little cunt.”
Alastor kicked his counterpart in the nuts, causing him to wheeze. Then the smaller buck stood and moved away. “Fuck you! I’m just not hard! I don’t have a fucking vagina, I am a goddamned male! What an idiot, stupid fucki- eep!”
Alastor’s pants hit the floor, the loss of warmth causing him to tremble slightly as his counterpart strode over. Alastor moved to cover his crotch, but it was much too late. Al had seen it and was happy to yank his hands away.
“Oh darling.”
“L-Let go! Fuck you!”
“No, no, I believe I’ll be fucking you today. What do you hope to do with such a tiny cock? Why, it’s not even as big as my pinky finger.” Al trailed a claw over the small prick, watching as it started to harden.
“Leave it alone! Let me go!”
“Little buck, I need to see what’s going on here. Are you a grower?” As he watched the small cock harden, he let out a deep chuckle. "Oh, you poor thing, are you even a buck at this point? Look at this little cock of yours..."
Al slowly traces a line over the tiny prick, watching Alastor tremble and whimper.
"A-Absurdity! This is a normal size!"
"Is it?" Al pulled his own cock out, and he watched his little buck whine wantonly, the way his eyes traced over his own hot and heavy package. "Because I think not, little buck. I think you got the short end of the stick, your tiny little cock isn’t made to please, it's made to spray while I shove my massive dick into that tight little ass of yours. I'll turn you into my perfect little doe."
Alastor whined as his hips bucked forward slightly.
“Now then, I know you normally use a pillow that you steal from Lucifer, I do the same, but I bet you’d very much enjoy me inside, wouldn’t you?” Al kneeled and pressed a kiss to the tiny cock. “Alright, sweet thing, lean against the wall, will you? I’m going to give you a new form of pleasure.”
Alastor sucked in a breath as he felt a long tongue press against his cock, trembling as he felt the bigger buck sucking on his tiny little cock. It twitched consistently in his counterpart’s mouth, and Alastor whined and squirmed several times over.
Alastor panted as one hand moved to hold the much bigger antlers that were on his counterpart, gripping for dear life as he hiccuped. He was already sobbing from the pleasure.
His counterpart slurped and sucked until Alastor’s knees got weak, and he came with a static-laden whimper.
Al pulled back with a loud pop. “Poor little fawn, you’ve never had an orgasm, have you?”
“N-No! The pillows never work, so I deal with my rut alone! And it… It’s miserable! I even stole Lucifer’s jacket once! Nothing helps… f-feels… mm, wan… want more.” He whined as the familiar shadow magic wove between them and left them both nude, trembling as he was picked up into strong arms.
“Believe me, little one, I’m going to give you more. You’re going to get it all. I need you to be a good boy and lube my cock up properly, though, okay?” Al brought them to Alastor’s bed.
As expected, Alastor immediately opened his mouth obediently. Al didn’t waste time putting that pretty little mouth to use, either, happily thrusting his massive dick inside.
Alasrtor might be small, but Al sure as hell was not.
Ten inches of thick cock barreled down Alastor's throat, pulled back, and went again. Over and over and over again, slobber and spit slipping out as the smaller buck moaned. He never knew how goddamn satisfying having his throat filled was.
Alastor felt the thrusts pick up, and he whimpered. He wanted to taste this big buck’s cum so badly, wanted to be filled by him like no other!
Al pulled out before he could cum, though, and Alastor whimpered, a choked sob leaving his lips. “Nooooo… please..”
“You’ll get what you need, sweet little buck. Roll over, present for me.”
Alastor did as told and squeaked as a hand grabbed his tail. “Ahn… mmmf!!”
“Good boy.”
Alastor shivered in delight as he felt the pain of his double thrusting in. His counterpart knew him well when it came to anal. He preferred no prep; the pleasure was well worth the pain in his backside that he’d feel tomorrow.
Alastor flopped onto the bed, face down, ass up for his partner as Al pulled back and thrust back in. A fast and rough pace was set immediately, and Alastor had no intentions of keeping it down. Maybe if he had and would pay attention, he’d notice the pair of Lucifer’s flying outside his window.
Maybe he’d notice the duo were jacking off to the sight.
Maybe he’d notice Al blowing a kiss to the much taller King of Hell. The one with the purple snake and regular clothes who blew a kiss right back.
Maybe he’d have noticed that his world’s Lucifer, one wearing the large pink sweater, was much too focused on Alastor’s facial expressions, even if the demon didn’t notice the Devils.
Alastor gasped as Al’s thrusts got more erratic, and then he was seeing white, static rising in crescendos as he sprayed cum all over his sheets.
He was being milked for all it was worth, and then he felt the much bigger cock pumping him full.
“Such a good boy for me, you needed this, didn’t you?”
He really, really did. But now? Now he needed fucking sleep.
“Did everyone enjoy the group activity? It was Charlie’s idea!” Both of the princesses were talking simultaneously as Alastor shifted on the couch, watching his counterpart leave. Lucifer was seated next to him as the other Lucifer left.
Alastor leaned over to the King to whisper. “....surely you left them an open portal in your room?”
Lucifer nodded, whispering back. “Of fucking course I did, Bambi, all three of you were the best sex I’ve fucking had in forever. Maybe ever! Like Hell I’m losing that. You’re mine.”
That he was. He was Lucifer’s.
And Lucifer’s.
And Al’s.
Mostly Al’s.