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“What the fuck! Don’t you villains know when to quit?”
A dark, devious laugh answered Lucifer as he jumped back, narrowly avoiding a tentacle that seemed determined to knock him into a nearby crate of boxes. He twisted his body through the air, landing a few feet away from the writhing appendage. Unfortunately for him, it seemed like sticking the landing was something easier for his younger self to pull off. A sharp pain radiated up his leg, signalling that he hadn’t touched down as gracefully as he hoped.
Which was a mistake that he really couldn’t afford to make right now.
He didn’t get a chance to chastise himself, though. Not when the villain yelled and flung another slimy, suction cup tendril his way. This time, he couldn’t get away quickly enough. He grunted in pain as the tentacle made solid contact with his chest, knocking him back hard enough that the heel of his boots squealed against the concrete. Likely taking off a few layers of rubber in the process.
Goddammit I just got these too!
“What’s the matter, Morningstar? Is your age finally catching up to you?”
Lucifer’s head snapped up, his attention torn away from ruminating over his boots to the man who stood about twenty feet away from him. He was an interesting sight to say the least. A mutant quirk user whose head resembled that of a Pacific Giant Octopus. A gush of frothy, white foam dribbled from what constituted as the man’s mouth which he cackled, his already wrinkly eyes crinkling in joy as he cheerfully shouted. “Fine with me, it’ll just make it easier to take you down!”
God, youngsters were too cocky for their own good.
“Well, it’s good to know that punks like you still have aspirations. Even if they are nothing more than a pipe dream.” Flashing a confident smirk, Lucifer activated his quirk: Molecular Shift. In a flash, six wings sprang from his back, taking him into the air. He circled the villain, ducking once to snarl into the guy’s- erm- head, “But did you ever stop to think there’s a reason I’ve been around so long?”
A strange, almost gurgling-like sound escaped Lucifer’s opponent as he manifested his tail and wrapped it around the villain's waist. With a shout, Lucifer flung him across the warehouse, ensuring that he’d land amongst a pile of various crates that hopefully would slow him down.
Or, at least, that had been his plan.
What Lucifer didn’t expect was for the villain to catch himself in midair with his tentacles. He used two of them to keep himself off the ground while sending the rest of them Lucifer’s way. All Lucifer could do was bring his arms up to cover his face as six of the connected, each one hitting harder than the last. He cried out, pain radiating throughout his entire being as he was thrown back, only to let out a sharp cry when he found himself implanted in a nearby concrete wall.
Fuck!
“Shit, guess I need to heed my own words,” Lucifer grunted, pushing down the pain to peel himself from the wall. He shook his wings out, sending the once again cackling villain a dirty look. “But a piece of calamari shouldn’t be giving me this much trouble unless—”
“Oh? Is the great Morningstar finally admitting someone is too strong for him to take on?”
Lucifer practically jumped out of his skin as a staticky voice came in through his earpiece. He felt his face automatically twist up in a sneer, irritation flitting through him as he pushed away from the wall to charge the villain.
“Ugh, now is not the time, Alastor!” Lucifer growled as he used Molecular Shift to change his fingers into sharp talons. He swiped at his opponent, narrowly missing one of the thick tentacles. It swung around, slamming against the side of his head and knocking him back a few feet. “Fuck! If you have advice then give it. Otherwise, keep this channel clear.”
Another deep, and frankly, too fucking attractive chuckle came from the other side of the earpiece. Lucifer shivered at the sound of it, biting down on his lips to stop a rather embarrassing noise from escaping him.
Damn him for making me feel this way. In the middle of a fight no less!
“My apologies, Starlight.” Alastor’s voice had dropped to a low purr. It sounded like liquid silk, with his arrogance all but dripping off each word he uttered. “But it’s not often one gets to commentate on the Great Morningstar’s defeat, now is it?”
A comeback danced on the tip of Lucifer’s tongue, one that would tell Alastor just how and where he could go fuck himself. But it died in Lucifer’s throat as another tendril lashed out at him. This time, it struck the concrete beneath him, sending up waves of debris and dust that momentarily blinded him.
“Oh out of all the cheap tricks!” Lucifer shouted as he flapped his wings. A gust of wind blew the distraction away, clearing up his vision just in time for the villain to appear before him. He let out a startled sound, choking on it as a fist connected with his ribcage. Air rippled around them at the impact while the force of it all sent him halfway across the warehouse and into a pile of crates.
Goddammit!
“My, my, if you continue down this path, Starlight, then I’m afraid you’ll be reduced to nothing more than a grease stain on the floor.” Alastor sighed softly, a fresh crackle of static accompanying the disappointed noise. “Such a shame too, it seems I made those dinner reservations for nothing.”
“Oh, shut up, Al!” Lucifer wheezed out, clutching at his side as he stood from the ruined pile of crates. “I think this punk is on something. Not Trigger, but perhaps a copycat version of it. That’s the only explanation for why someone with a shit quirk like this is acting in such a way.”
“Ah yes, that must be the only explanation.” Lucifer could practically taste the sarcasm in Alastor’s voice. It made him grit his teeth and growl in annoyance. Which Alastor seemed to be ignoring as he continued, “Or perhaps you’ve gotten sloppy. It would make sense given there haven’t been as many villain attacks as of late.”
“Oh, why don’t you shove the opinion up your ass and—fuck!”
The rest of Lucifer’s comeback was abruptly cut off as a tentacle wrapped around his waist and pulled him off his feet. His normally slicked-back hair flew in multiple directions as the villain hurled him through the air, some of it landing in his eyes and momentarily blurring his vision. But the inconveniences didn’t stop there. No, the villain let out another cackle as he swung Lucifer down, sending him face-first into the concrete floor.
“Come on, Morningstar, where’s your fight?” The villain snickered as he took a few steps forward, slowly closing the distance between them. “If I’d known beating you was gonna be this easy, I wouldn’t have wasted a dose of my ‘medicine’ to fight you.”
Before Lucifer could even think, he found himself hoisted into the air once more. This time, though, the punk’s tentacles held him in place, with one in particular digging into his skin hard enough to make him cry out in pain.
“Really, Starlight? Is a little pressure really enough to make you cry?”
A taunting tilt laced Alastor’s voice as it crackled through the speaker. Lucifer felt his eye twitch in annoyance, more than ready to dig the damn device out of his ear and crush it into little shards of plastic. But the idea quickly fled his mind as the tentacle tightened around him, effectively squeezing the remaining air from his lungs.
“F-Fuck y-ou,” Lucifer groaned, thrashing against the tendril with all his might. His tail lashed against the side of the appendage, its pointed tip doing practically no damage to the thick hide. “I-I ne—ed,”
“Help?”
Lucifer felt his world shift on its axis at the sound of that word. Very rarely in the entire history of his career did he ever have to ask for help of all things. But his time was running out. Despite his best attempts, he couldn’t activate Molecular Shift with the tentacle squeezing him so tightly. His vision grew dimmer, black spots appearing before his eyes and blotting out the fluorescent lights above him.
“Please, A-Al—,” Lucifer could barely get his partner’s name out, his lungs felt like they’d been completely pulverized, while his ribs began to crack one by one. “I-I—”
“What’s this? Talking to yourself Morningstar?”
From below, the villain let out a boisterous laugh. Lucifer managed to spare a glance down, anger flaring through him when he noticed the prick was almost doubled and holding the side of his gut. The fleshy siphons on the side of his head flared, almost as if they were announcing how he was overcome with joy.
“Never once did I think I’d see the day you’d be defeated! And by the likes of me no less!” The villain cackled as he lifted his head to meet Lucifer’s gaze. More foam gushed from his mouth as his wrinkly face stretched out into what Lucifer could only assume was a smile. “But here we are, with you at my mercy! Now it’s time to put you down like the pathetic bitch you are—“
“I believe you’ve said enough.”
A shiver ran down Lucifer’s spine as a familiar bout of feedback filled the air. He glanced down, gasping in shock as the little radio around his neck began to shake violently. It squealed to life, lifting off his chest to hover just a few inches in front of his face. A second later, there was a flash of red so bright that Lucifer had to close his eyes for a moment, temporarily blinding him.
“Good job, Starlight. It’s about time you learned to ask for help.”
Lucifer felt his heart skip a beat as a strong arm wrapped around his waist and pulled him close. The tentacle that’d been holding him mere moments ago floated around them in pieces. A wide, brilliant grin lit up Alastor’s face as he held Lucifer close while they safely landed on the ground beneath them.
Which… oddly irritated Lucifer for some reason.
“Seriously? I thought we agreed on not hopping out of this.” Lucifer gestured to his radio with a frown. His lip drew back in a snarl, annoyance flitting through him. “What would you’ve done if you manifested into the tentacle with me? We would’ve both been stuck!”
Crimson eyes rolled dramatically as Alastor released his grip on Lucifer. He took a step back, dramatically twirling his cane with a chuckle. “I doubt it. Unlike you, I wouldn’t be beaten by a piece of cheap sushi and—”
“Um, excuse me?”
The villain called out from the other side of the warehouse, but Alastor merely turned around and held a hand up with a smug grin. “You’re excused, dear fellow! Allow us a moment to reconvene and we’ll handle you shortly!”
A fresh wave of indignation ran through Lucifer as Alastor addressed the villain. Sure, he might’ve needed the help for just a second. But now that he was free, Lucifer felt annoyed that he had to be rescued. By his noisy, red, loudspeaker of all things!
“Will you hush? Besides, from what I’ve seen you eat, you don’t know anything about sushi!” Lucifer huffed as he took a step forward, lightly pushing Alastor out of the way. He shifted his gaze to meet Alastor’s own, shooting his partner a glare. “Hell, I bet you wouldn’t know the difference between a piece of pufferfish and salmon if it bit you in the ass.”
Out of all the reactions Lucifer expected, the last one on his list was Alastor turning away from him, muttering something that he couldn’t quite comprehend. But if he had to guess, it sounded similar to ‘You’d be surprised if you’d stuck to our schedule.”But at the moment, he didn’t have time to dwell on whatever sassy comeback Alastor had made. He couldn’t. Not when he could tell the villain was gearing up to charge them. That bastard’s tentacles twitched and writhed, coiling tightly like a snake prepared to strike.
“Alright, here’s the plan,” Activating Molecular Shift, Lucifer willed for his fingertips to transform into sharp claws once more. He flexed them, more than eager to turn the villain before them into a piece of calamari. “You throw a few rounds of radio waves at him while I charge. If we can get his tentacles out of commission, taking him down should be a breeze.”
Alastor hummed in acknowledgement, but Lucifer noticed he made no move to activate his quirk. Instead, those large ears of his twitched once, almost as if they were flicking away an insect.
“Um, do you plan on moving or…?” Lucifer trailed off, cheeks heating up in embarrassment as Alastor stared at him. “Come on! We got this guy right where we want him! What are you waiting for?”
“Well, a please would’ve been nice.”
What?
Lucifer fought the urge to slap Alastor right there and then. Hell, if his fingers were currently talons, he probably would’ve. But he didn’t get the chance to, not when Alastor confidently strode forward, tapping his cane against the ground with each step.
“Why don’t you step back for this, darling? And make sure to cover your ears,” Alastor glanced back, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Since this man kept you from catching dinner with me, I’ll ensure that he pays accordingly!”
“The fuck you will!” Lucifer sneered, bolting forward to catch up with the long-legged bastard, “It’s not my fault that you scheduled dinner at 5 pm like an old man! Now just stay back and—.”
“Are you two fighting or flirting?”
An embarrassed squeak escaped Lucifer as the villain's voice cut through their bickering. He turned to face the man, noting that a rather bored expression, or as bored as an octopus could get, rested on the man’s face.
“Fuck you and stay out of this!” Lucifer seethed before thrashing his tail against the ground in annoyance. “You tried to kill me, so just stand there and let me finish this—”
“Hm, no I don’t think I will.”
Alastor’s voice sounded a touch too cheerful as he surged forward. Lucifer barely had time to comprehend what happened before a loud, shrill bout of static filled the air. Instinctually, he brought his hands up to cover his ears, the rest of his body frozen as Alastor swung his staff.
Only for it to connect with one of the villain's tentacles.
In an instant, the appendage exploded in a gush of blood and meat. It sprayed everywhere, coating the button-up and slacks that Alastor wore. But if the Signal-Chasing hero cared, he didn’t show it. Instead, he cackled as he continued swinging his staff, landing blow after blow that resulted in the tentacles exploding from the sheer force of the sound waves.
Which was an… odd sight to say the least.
Although Lucifer supposed he shouldn’t be too shocked. He knew that most marine creatures were made of more water than humans thanks to the many biology lessons he had during his youth. And it made sense that sound would be able to travel faster through the limbs and do extra damage, but he hadn’t planned on Alastor maiming the villain in such a way.
But at the end of it all, Lucifer couldn’t help but be impressed that Alastor managed to finish the fight so quickly. After what only felt like a few seconds, he had the villain knocked out and pinned to the ground. Lucifer could only gawk in shock, watching as Alastor stood up with a sigh while wiping blood off his face.
“Well, that was simple enough.” Alastor tapped his cane against the ground to shake off the leftover pieces of octopus flesh that clung to it. His ears flicked forward, sending droplets of blood to the ground while he smirked at Lucifer. “I’m shocked someone so weak had you so much trouble. But, then again, you are known for being sloppy from time to time.
Excuse me!?
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Lucifer had the thought to tell Alastor he’d happily show him what sloppy meant if given the chance. But the smarter, more well put together part of himself screamed that it wasn’t the time or the place for such a joke. Instead, he swallowed the comment down before closing the distance between them with a huff.
“Ha ha very funny, Al. Seems like you’ve missed your calling as a comedian.” Lucifer rolled his eyes as he squatted down next to the villain. He reached into his waist pack and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, quickly securing them to the punk’s wrists before standing up. “But I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised you came in and stole my thunder. Instead of the Signal-Chasing hero, we should’ve called you the Clout-Chasing hero.”
“The what now?”
Lucifer snorted as Alastor shot him a strange look. Those large, admittedly soft ears, shifted forward. They twitched as Alastor seemed to process what Lucifer had said, crimson eyes narrowing in confusion.
“Christ, we really need to get you caught up with the times.” Lucifer chuckled softly, stepping over the villain so he could pull Alastor into a hug. “Basically, I’m saying you’re trying to take the credit for stopping this guy.”
A thrum of static filled the air as Alastor let out an acknowledging sound. But if he had any retort, it seemed like he intended on keeping it to himself as he ducked down and brushed their lips together. Lucifer immediately reacted, gasping softly as he tried to deepen it. Only to groan in annoyance when Alastor immediately pulled back.
“Fret not, Starlight, I don’t intend to stay long enough to take credit.” Alastor’s voice barely rose above a whisper as he brought a hand up to cup Lucifer’s cheek. He gently stroked the flesh there with his thumb, his eyes shimmering slightly as he met Lucifer’s gaze head-on. “I’ll need to take my leave momentarily. The restaurant I intended to take you to tonight has been sending me some messages regarding our reservation so I’ll need to sort that out.”
On the last word, Alastor stepped back with a soft sigh. Lucifer felt a frown tug at his lips when he noticed that an almost sad look passed over Alastor’s handsome expression. But before he could comment on it, the look vanished, replaced with Alastor’s typical mask that he wore as he whispered, “I’ll leave you to it, Lucifer, see you back at the cabin.”
Without giving Lucifer a moment to even process, Alastor disappeared into the radio around his neck. The little device swung to and fro for a second before coming to rest against the hollow of Lucifer’s throat.
And for once, it felt heavier.
“Ugh, I guess I’ll have to figure that out after the cops show up and take their guy away.” Lucifer sighed to himself, lifting a hand to run it through his hair. Almost on cue, sirens sounded from outside the building while the flash of the red and blue lights made themselves known from the windows. Lucifer looked off to the side, a faint smile tugging at his lips as the wide double doors to the warehouse flung up and revealed Chief Adam. “Well speak of the devil, maybe I’ll be able to get out of here sooner than I thought, ha ha…”
Trailing off, Lucifer allowed his smile to fall as a hollow feeling began to take root in his chest. Even though Alastor had seemed mostly okay, that damn look he gave before leaving played on repeat in Lucifer’s mind. That frown, which Lucifer had only seen marr Alastor’s face a handful of times since they met, stood out the most. It made Alastor appear older, more worn down even.
And… really fucking sad.
“Well, there’s no sense in standing around and thinking about that right now.” Heaving a heavy sigh, Lucifer shook his head once to dispel the thought. He turned to face Adam, forcing a bright, cheerful smile onto his face. “I’ll be able to talk to him after this bastard’s in jail. It’ll be fine… I hope.”
0o0o0o0o0o0
Lucifer let out a breathless gasp as calloused hands ran up his upper thigh, tickling his skin before they came to rest at his hips. He shuddered, whining softly against a pair of plump lips when nimble fingertips toyed with the hem of his underwear. Slowly, they pulled the thin piece of clothing down -not entirely, of course- but enough that he found himself yearning for more all the same, pathetically rutting against the firm weight beneath him while lapping at his partner’s bottom lip.
“Mhm, Alastor.” Lucifer’s voice barely rose above a whisper as he spoke, partly afraid that if he talked too loudly it would shatter the peace between him and Alastor. “You’re being so good. So fucking good.”
A deep chuckle rumbled in Alastor’s chest. The vibrations shook Lucifer’s form, causing him to giggle in response before diving in for a second kiss. His heart pounded in his chest when Alastor immediately opened his mouth, granting Lucifer access to explore without any restrictions.
A fresh wave of euphoria washed over him as he eagerly drank down every moan and groan Alastor had to offer. His hands found their way into crimson hair, gently tugging on the silky strands while he ground his half-hard length against Alastor’s stomach, grunting like the animal he felt like.
But Alastor didn’t seem to have any complaints. If anything, he made Lucifer’s desire even worse when he spread his legs wide, allowing for Lucifer to effortlessly slot between them. His fingers continued to dig into Lucifer’s hips, surely leaving bruises behind in their wake.
Which Lucifer liked more than he cared to admit.
Could anyone truly fault him, though? He couldn’t remember the last time that he and Alastor had done this activity in particular. If he had to guess it’d probably been at least a month or so since they made out like horny teens. Sure, they shared quick kisses in the morning and before bed. But this? This typically occurred either after Lucifer cleaned the entire cabin for Alastor or his taller lover just so happened to be in the mood for intimacy.
And that was fine, perfectly fine.
… Except when the session wrapped up and Lucifer’s balls were left bluer than the sky itself.
But tonight that would all change. Lucifer could feel it. There’d been a shift in the air between him and Alastor that indicated something was going to happen. Hell, he already had all but confirmation that Alastor was okay with their clothed length grinning together. Now all Lucifer needed to do was convince him to ditch the underwear and allow him to—
Focus, can’t get distracted now.
“God, I needed this, Al,” Lucifer broke the kiss with a groan. He moved away from those tempting lips, opting to bury his face in the crook of Alastor’s neck to pepper the sweat-slick skin there. “I’ve missed this. Missed feeling you underneath me…”
Lucifer trailed off, too focused on lapping up every droplet of sweat from Alastor’s neck to really pay attention. Fortunately, Alastor seemed to be enjoying this as much as Lucifer was. He hummed softly as he moved the hand that’d rested on Lucifer’s hip to the swell of his ass.
“I suppose doing this from time to time isn’t so bad.” Alastor purred as he shamelessly squeezed Lucifer’s backside before giving it a soft pat. “Although, I wasn't expecting you to be so… eager, Starlight.”
You have no idea just how eager I am, Al, Lucifer kept the thought to himself, mouthing at Alastor’s neck one last time before pulling back entirely. He flashed his lover a smile, slowly scooting down Alastor’s lanky form until he was face to face with a taut stomach. If only you’d let me—.
He didn’t dare to finish the thought. He couldn’t. Not when he had gotten so close to his goal. If anything, thinking something like that would just speak it into existence. Which would once again leave him with aching balls and a date with a very, very cold shower.
“Mhm, can you blame me?” Lucifer chuckled softly before dipping his head down to kiss around Alastor’s navel. He flicked his tongue out, moaning softly as little bursts of salt danced across his taste buds. “Most would kill to have the famous Signal-Chasing Hero: Broadcast beneath them.”
“Pfft, quite the flatterer, aren’t you?” A small whine escaped Alastor when Lucifer moved lower. He ghosted his lips above Alastor’s concealed cock, mentally taking note of how his lover shivered in response. “Although, I do feel the need to ask you something?”
“And what would that be?” Lucifer’s head felt like it was swimming as he continued to kiss along Alastor’s skin. With each one, he found himself growing closer to his end goal. All he needed was just a little more time before his face would be well and truly between Alastor’s thighs. From there, he’d be able to pull down his lover’s underwear, exposing that impossibly long cock of his along with two pert globes and—
“Just what do you think you’re doing?”
The slight alarm in Alastor’s voice made Lucifer leap away in an instant. A smaller, far more turned-on part of himself, cried out in protest. But after taking one look at Alastor’s startled expression, Lucifer felt that piece of him effectively fuck off as concern began to flutter through his mind.
“Oh, um, sorry. I was just exploring, ya know?” Lucifer chuckled awkwardly as he scooted backwards. Only to realize a second later that his cock was still rock hard and pulsating against Alastor’s leg. He let out an embarrassed squeak, heat flooding his face as he withheld the urge to grind against Alastor’s leg. “After all, I -um- I thought that maybe tonight we’d get to, well...”
“Fornicate?”
A mixture of humor and annoyance laced Alastor’s voice as he pushed himself upright. Lucifer bit back another pathetic noise, nodding once in agreement before shifting his gaze to between Alastor’s legs, hopeful that maybe he’d be able to see something worthwhile.
Just to feel a wave of disappointment stir in his gut when he noticed that Alastor wasn’t even half hard.
“I mean, yeah. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t want that.” Lucifer forced a smile onto his face as he crawled up Alastor’s body. Once he was fully draped over those slender hips, he ducked down, pecking Alastor’s lips lightly. “We’ve been on at least a hundred dates by now, and I was hoping that tonight would be the night.”
Lucifer inhaled slowly as he drew back, holding his breath as he took in Alastor’s expression. Crimson eyes shimmered in the dim light of their bedroom, glimmering with something that Lucifer couldn’t quite decipher. But the emotion only remained for a moment, quickly being replaced by something that Lucifer had seen countless times and that made the hopeful part of him wilt.
Not again…
“Apologies, Starlight,” Alastor sighed softly as he brought a hand to rest on Lucifer’s lower back. He rubbed the area for a moment, the gesture feeling hollow to Lucifer as he continued, “But I don’t believe I’m quite there yet.”
Of course not.
The rude comment surfaced in Lucifer’s mind before he could think better of it. He bit down on his bottom lip, swallowing the complaint and the laundry list of reasons for why he was getting sick and tired of playing Alastor’s games down. Instead, Lucifer exhaled slowly, shifting his gaze to stare at those crimson eyes he adored so much. In that moment all of his annoyance and frustration melted away. It was replaced by the warm, content feeling that he felt whenever he remembered that after so long being apart, he finally had Alastor back with him.
Where he belonged.
“And that’s okay, Al,” Slowly, Lucifer rolled off his partner, flopping down onto the spot next to Alastor. He reached out to pull the taller man closer to him, grunting from exertion at dragging Alastor’s heavier weight around. “We can just cuddle. How does that sound?”
There was a beat. A long, drawn-out one where all Lucifer could hear for a moment was the sound of his own heart pounding and the faint buzz of static that emitted from Alastor’s cane in the corner. He watched as brilliant eyes studied his expression, softening a moment later as Alastor flashed him a smile.
“I believe I would enjoy that. Thank you, Lucifer…”
0o0o0o0o0o0
Lucifer knew something was wrong with Alastor.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it given that their interaction at the warehouse had been so brief. But deep down, he knew that there was some unresolved issue nagging at his partner. And not just a run-of-the-mill ‘I’ll just say sorry and be done with it’ issue. No. This seemed to be the kind that’d likely end with Lucifer groveling at Alastor’s feet.
Which honestly was killer for his knees if he were to be honest.
“Ugh, let’s just hope I can fix this before bed,” Lucifer grumbled to himself as he walked into their cabin. His shoes squeaked loudly against the freshly mopped floor, the shrill sound made Lucifer wince slightly before he paused to toe off his shoes at the door. Once they were nestled in a little pile, Lucifer walked further into the house before calling out, “Hey, Al? Are you home?”
“In the kitchen, darling.”
The sound of Alastor’s deep, static-laced voice made Lucifer smile. From what he could tell, Alastor seemed to be holed up in the kitchen. And if the warm, spice-filled aroma in the air were anything to go by, he’d bet that Alastor had reheated their jambalaya leftovers from last night.
And after the evening Lucifer’s had? That sounded heavenly.
“Hey there, have you already eaten?” Stepping into the kitchen, Lucifer felt drool pool in his mouth as he spotted a steaming bowl of jambalaya on the nearby table. On cue, his stomach growled, urging him to step forward and pull out his chair. “I know I was gone for a bit, so if you did it’s fine. I just wanted to ask.”
As he sat down, Alastor hummed in acknowledgment. But when Lucifer looked over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but smile when he realized Alastor had come over to him to kiss him like they normally did whenever he got home from an assignment.
Fuck, he really is mad at me.
“Yes I have, thank you for asking.” Alastor’s voice came out sharp. The static that normally buzzed around him ticked up, warbling in the air as he turned on his heel and crossed the kitchen, heading for the exit. “But go ahead and tuck in, I believe I’m going to do some work in my study. I’ll come out before it’s time for bed.”
Wait.
What!?
Lucifer immediately shot out of his chair, catching Alastor’s wrist with inhuman speed. A shrill bout of feedback squealed out as Alastor stiffened, his shoulders visibly tensing as Lucifer attempted to pull him back.
“Hey, can we talk?” Lucifer gestured to the table with his free hand while attempting to put on his best puppy-dog face to tempt Alastor to stay. “You’re mad. I can practically feel anger rolling off you. Will you please tell me what’s wrong?”
An awkward silence filled the air as they stood there. Alastor merely stared at him, crimson eyes wide while those fluffy ears flattened against his skull. The sight hurt, almost like someone shot an arrow through Lucifer’s chest and twisted it just to finish him off.
… He really fucked up, didn’t he?
“Wrong? Nothing is truly ‘wrong’, Lucifer.” Alastor sighed heavily, gently tugging his arm to break Lucifer’s grip. “I’m just disappointed we missed our date tonight. Nothing more and nothing less. Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
For the first time since Lucifer got home, Alastor turned to face him fully before he bent down to place a kiss on Lucifer’s cheek. It only lasted for a second, but the warmth from it sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. Only for it to be replaced by a cold chill when Alastor pulled back.
“If it’s not too much trouble, allow me to have a bit of time to myself.”
Without another word, Alastor exited the room, leaving Lucifer standing there with his hand held out. His fingers twitched, instinctually wanting to clamp around Alastor’s arm once more while a disappointed feeling flooded his chest.
“Fuck…” Lucifer whispered to himself. Guilt washed over him, its cold tendrils clawing at his skin as he turned around and sat down at the table. He stared at the steaming bowl of jambalaya for a moment, regarding it before pushing it away with a sigh. “How the fuck am I supposed to eat now when I know he’s upset?”
Biting back yet another sigh, Lucifer lay his head down on the table. He couldn’t help but let out a small hum as his skin connected with the warm spot the bowl left behind. But that was the only true comfort he felt. The rest of him, though? It felt hollow. Like someone had scooped out his insides and dumped them into the nearest bin.
“I guess all I can do is wait for him to calm down.” Lucifer let out a yawn at the last word as a wave of exhaustion washed over him. His eyes began to droop, sleepy clawing at his consciousness. His mouth felt like it’d be stuffed full with wool, making it incredibly hard to speak as he attempted to mutter out, “Hopefully… he’ll be willing to… accept ‘pology…”
0o0o0o0o0o0
The feeling of cold air brushing against the nape of Lucifer’s neck pulled him out of his slumber. His body jerked, automatically shooting straight up while he smacked a hand against his skin. He blinked a few times, mentally noting that the kitchen lights were off, with only the faint glow of the oven illuminating the room.
Did he really fall asleep here?
“Shit… I hope Alastor isn’t in bed already.” Pushing away from the table, Lucifer stood up with a groan. He winced as a few joints in his body popped and crackled in protest, reminding him that he was too damn old to fall asleep at the table like some kid. “Hmph, shit, hopefully he’s still awake. The last thing I’d want is for him to go to bed angry.”
After finishing his bout of stretching, Lucifer made sure to wrap up the bowl of now-cold jambalaya and placed it back into the fridge. Once that was done, he swiftly exited the kitchen and made a beeline for his bedroom.
As he walked in, the first thing Lucifer noticed was that the lights were still on. A good sign that meant Alastor definitely wasn’t already in bed. But the joy it brought didn’t last long, not when Lucifer realized that there definitely wasn’t an Alastor-shaped lump under the covers.
“I guess he’s still in the study…” Lucifer muttered to himself, quickly stripping himself down to his boxers and kicking the pile towards his side of the bed. He sent a prayer up to whatever being that’d listen for giving him the foresight to take a shower at the office as he climbed into bed, sighing softly as his bare skin touched the sheets. “Hopefully he’ll come in soon. I’d hate for him to spend all night in there and—”
The rest of Lucifer’s thoughts swiftly exited his mind as his gaze came to rest on his nightstand. Next to his reading lamp, a small bottle filled with translucent fluid sat there. Its label was simple, a plain, pale-pink color with a bright red heart next to the brand name.
Saint Slick’s Lubrication.
What the fuck?
Lucifer blinked one eyelid at a time as he reached out and snatched the bottle up. He turned it in his hand, furrowing his brow as he tried to think of a way something like this had gotten into his bedroom.
“Where the hell did this come from?” Lucifer muttered to himself, noticing that the seal on the bottle was still intact. “I don’t remember buying this…”
“Oh, it seems like I failed to put that away.”
Long slender fingers appeared before Lucifer, snatching the bottle quicker than his brain could process. He jumped, letting out a startled sound as his head snapped upward, eyes immediately locking with a pair of crimson ones that made his heart skip a beat.
He gasped softly as he realized that Alastor had materialized next to their bed. But instead of his normal, well put-together garb, his partner wore nothing but a towel around his waist. He couldn’t help but gawk as droplets of water ran down Alastor’s skin, making Lucifer groan softly as they disappeared beneath the towel.
“Apologies for startling you, darling, but I was in desperate need of a shower before bed.” Alastor hummed softly as he regarded the bottle for a moment. His nose crinkled slightly in disgust as he turned it over in his hand once before placing it back on the nightstand. “I guess putting this away slipped my mind. You weren’t supposed to find it.”
What?
Lucifer’s mouth opened and shut a few times as he processed the wave of information that flooded his brain. Alastor had actually gone out and bought lube. And he put it on Lucifer’s nightstand.
But…
“Why?”
Slowly, Lucifer pushed himself up so he was sitting upright. He placed his hands in his lap, twirling his thumbs nervously as he shyly glanced up at Alastor through his lashes. He mentally braced himself for Alastor to snap at him, or possibly even berate him for asking such a stupid question.
But to Lucifer’s shock, Alastor merely sighed and folded his arms across his chest. His towel slid down a little further at the movement, but Lucifer didn’t have a chance to appreciate the sight before Alastor opened his mouth to speak.
“Well, I know you’ve been wishing to come together in that way for some time now…” Alastor trailed off, hesitation written clearly on his face. He bit down on his bottom lip briefly, worrying the piece of flesh between his teeth before he continued. “And I had planned on giving you just that. After our date.”
Oh.
Shit.
A pang of pain shot through Lucifer’s chest as Alastor’s words sank in, bringing along a fresh wave of guilt with it.
Of course, the one night that Lucifer hadn’t thrown his entire mind, body, and soul into one of their dates just happened to be the one Alastor had decided to give him everything he’d been wanting over the last few months. He knew that sex and intimacy were a touchy subject for Alastor, and here he’d spent the entire evening pouting and huffing because his partner was upset over a date.
But it was more than just a date, now wasn’t it?
“Shit, Alastor, I-I didn’t…” Lucifer stuttered, sitting up a little straighter as he reached out to touch Alastor. But he stopped halfway, unsure if Alastor would even want to be touched at such a moment. “ didn’t know, I swear. I mean yes I knew you wanted to wait. But I didn’t know that tonight, that you… Fuck, I didn’t even think we were ever going to, honestly.”
“Really now?”
The icy cold tone in Alastor’s voice made Lucifer flinch. He looked up, cringing to himself when he realized that Alastor’s expression had soured. Crimson eyes were narrowed into slits, regarding Lucifer like he was nothing but the speck of dirt he felt like.
Shit.
He was digging himself into an even deeper hole.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I just—” Lucifer let out an exasperated growl as he ran a hand through his hair, ignoring the slight pain in his scalp as he accidentally tugged a few strands out. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know that you planned on doing that tonight. But even if I did, I swear I wasn’t trying to brush off our date or anything. That guy just… gave me a lot of trouble.”
“Trust me, I could tell.”
Alastor’s voice came out clipped, icy even. The tone alone made Lucifer shrink back against the headboard like an animal that’d be scolded. But to his surprise, Alastor didn’t continue to berate him past that. Instead, the Signal-Chasing hero took a deep breath. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, likely in an attempt to try and compose himself.
“Lucifer, I’m not upset that you were late.” Alastor finally spoke after a few moments. He opened his eyes, fixing Lucifer with a look that both reassured him and made him feel like he was being charged with treason. “I’m hurt that you shrugged off the idea of the date itself. Never once did I think you’d get to the point where you’d view our dates as something meaningless.”
Oh.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
The words hit Lucifer like a punch to the gut. Immediately, he felt tears begin to prickle at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall when he blinked. But his body’s reactions didn’t stop there. Without even thinking Lucifer surged forward, wrapping his arms around Alastor’s waist before pulling him in the tightest hug he could manage.
“No! God no, never, Alastor. Never.” A shuddering breath racked Lucifer’s body as he inhaled while a single tear broke free and smeared against Alastor’s skin. A million worst-case scenarios began to play through his mind, with each one being worse than the last, causing him to hiccup softly against Alastor’s chest. “I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. T-That’s the last thing I’d ever want.”
A beat passed between them. One where the only noises that filled the room were the pounding of Lucifer’s heart coupled with the soft buzz of Alastor’s static. It felt like it dragged out forever, yet not quickly enough. Almost as if it were leaving Lucifer in some fucked up form of limbo.
But then, Alastor returned the embrace.
“Shh, Starlight, calm down.” Alastor’s voice turned soothing as he brought a hand up to stroke Lucifer’s hair. The gentle action made Lucifer sniffle once, which apparently amused his lanky boyfriend as he chuckled low in his throat. “Perhaps I shouldn’t be too surprised you made such a careless mistake. After all, we both know you can turn into an ass, so it makes sense for you to act like one sometimes too.”
It took a second for Lucifer’s mind to catch up with what had been said. But once it did, he couldn’t help but bark out a laugh in disbelief. He sagged against Alastor’s chest, sighing in relief as all the tension melted from his body in an instant. With each passing second, more giggles bubbled in his throat, making Lucifer tremble so much that he had no choice but to let go of Alastor and fall back on the bed.
“Shit, Al, you really went in for the cheap shot there.” Lucifer let out a huff, bringing a hand up to wipe at his face while he sniffled. “I can’t believe you said that. Although, I guess it makes sense that a villain like you would kick a man while he’s down like that.”
“Perhaps you’re right, Lucifer,” Alastor replied effortlessly. A brilliant smile stretched across his face as he took a step closer to the bed, eyes twinkling with mischief as he leaned down. “But, tell me, would a villain do something like this?”
Shifting his gaze to the side, Lucifer opened his mouth to ask what Alastor had meant. But all words caught in his throat when he saw the positively wicked look that passed over Alastor’s face. He didn’t get a chance to question it, his voice turning into a squeak as Alastor shot him a wink.
Before dropping his towel down to the floor.
Which,
Goddamn.
“I may not be in the mood to go all the way anymore, I do feel like doing something with you still,” Alastor purred, climbing into bed to cage Lucifer with his long limbs, "Especially since you apologized. Besides, there are many other uses for the lubrication I bought. Perhaps you would like to try some out with me?”
Heart pounding in his chest, all Lucifer could do was nod frantically as Alastor’s fingers hooked on his waistband, slowly pulling his boxers down. His cock immediately sprang free, slapping against his belly with a wet smack that would’ve been embarrassing in any other situation.
But now?
It only turned him on more.
“God, yes!” Lucifer hissed, hips bucking at Alastor’s teasing touch. His legs spread on their own accord, granting Alastor access to touch his body. “Please, Al, as long as you’re here, I’ll do anything you like.”
“Oh? Careful now, Starlight.”
A dark tone colored Alastor’s voice as he ducked down. His sinfully soft lips brushed against Lucifer’s ear, sending a thrill of delight throughout Lucifer’s entire system.
“While I’m known as a hero now, I can still be villainous when I choose to be.” Sharp teeth nipped at Lucifer’s earlobe briefly before Alastor drew back, a wicked smirk, “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Fuck yes.”
The words escaped Lucifer before he could even properly think about it. Surging up, Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor’s shoulders, flashing his own smile as he rolled his hips against Alastor’s own.
“Show me what you got, Broadcast.” Lucifer purred, tilting his head back to kiss Alastor’s chin. “And to make it up to you, I’ll schedule a date for us tomorrow. Wherever you want, how does that sound?”
“… That sounds perfect, Starlight. Absolutely perfect.”
~Fin~