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In most religious book, the devil (or, well, the king of hell) would always be painted as the bad guy. Like he was this big powerful strong guy, who wasn’t able to get hurt, or even struggle with anything. Almost like he was this perfect, evil, thing, that’s only purpose was to make sure that humans would commit sins. Yet here we are, the king of hell himself, the big boss; was over here struggling with something as simple as sleeping, and he looked TERRIBLE. There were obvious dark circles on his eyes, so obvious that even his daughter began to notice (and he hoped she didn’t) how little sleep her dad has been getting. Ever since he had learnt about his wife, the mother of Charlie, was in heaven and probably abandoned him— no, them, he wasn’t able to sleep well. The thought of someone who he’s been with for so many years betraying him, was enough to make him lose sleep. He’s been coping by creating ducks after ducks, mostly in the looks of Lilith (which, only made him sadder. Bad idea Lulu, BAD idea.) or the looks of his beloved daughter— Charlie. And that’s all he did, all day, all night. The times he’s actually WENT to sleep, he’d dream of her. He didn’t want that, and so he avoided sleep altogether. And there Lucifer sat, on the bar stool near the bar that’s in the hotel, with his face just resting on the counter. Charlie sat next to him, starting to rub her dads back in pity.

“Dad…? Are you okay?” Charlie asked, her voice soft, still rubbing his back. Lucifer found it sweet, and honestly, he was so happy that his daughter even cared about him. Even though his wife left, he still had his sweet Charlie. The only good thing he had left. The only thing he didn’t lose. Lucifer raised his head, and turned to look to Charlie. “Yeah, I’m okay Charlie. Just, wasn’t able to have enough sleep recently.“ He tried reassuring Charlie. And just before she could speak, he cut her off. “And, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t worry about me, okay? I’ll go to sleep later, I promise. So focus on bringing more sinners to rehabilitate, and don’t worry about me, again.” Charlie sighed, before mouthing an okay, clearly not convinced. She walked away, and honestly Lucifer wished he could spend more time with her, but truthfully; he can’t. Not in this state, no, never. He doesn’t wanna bring her mood down.

“Pour me some of your strongest whiskey, Tucker.”

“Name’s Husk. And, didn’t you just tell Charlie that you’re about to go to bed?” Husk raised an eyebrow. The short king just sighed. “Right. Mustn’t disappoint my precious daughter.” He got up, tidying his top hat, and brushing the invisible dust off of his coat, before clearing his throat. “Well then, I’ll be off now! Please, do tell Charlie that I’m okay, Tucker.” Husk rolled his eyes, not even bothering to correct the demon king.

Lucifer was now on his way to the staircase, before noticing Alastor walk down it. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Alastor, waiting for him to come down completely. He did NOT wanna even be near him. Who knows, maybe that stupid bastard would’ve tripped him down the stairs, and that is something he WOULD do, if given the chance. Alastor’s grin widened upon noticing the short kings presence, before melting into a dark pit, appearing directly in-front of the fallen angel.

“My, it certainly is a a rare sight to be seeing you outside your room, your HIGHness (get it, he’s not actually a highness because he’s sho- okay i’ll stfu.), what seems to be the special occasion?” Lucifer scoffed, looking him in the eyes. God, his eyes were very pretty. Pretty ugly, that is.

“You’re making me out to be some kind of loser who just stays up in his room and never socializes with people. Who do you take me for?” Alastor chuckled, his grin stretching further. ”Well, I suppose you are quite close to that, yes.” Oh how irritating he was. How dare he think that Lucifer was a loser, did he forget who Lucifer was? Lucifer was seconds away from just killing him, but that’d make Charlie sad, and he does not want to make her sad, like, at all. He can already imagine how upset she’d be that he killed her faculty manager, or whatever he was. He never bothered to find out what he does in the hotel.

“But you do look quite awful sire. What happened?” Alastor leaned in close to Lucifers face. Wayyy too close for comfort. “Trouble in paradise, perhaps?” Alastor smirked. He know what he was doing, he was trying to peeve the fallen angel off, and truthfully, it worked. Lucifer snapped, grabbing Alastor’s collar, making him closer to Lucifer and making sure they’re seeing eye to eye,(Because he’s short LMAOAOA ok sorry) “I have had enough with you. You’re lucky I haven’t killed you yet.” Lucifer’s horns grew on his forehead, his eyes flashing red. He was ANGRY. He couldn’t take Alastor’s snarky comments/remarks anymore. He KNEW what he was doing, and It was driving him mad. Alastor shrugged, still looking smug as ever.

“I suppose you’re correct. The king still has a heart, he is an angel after all. A fallen one at that. Such a shame, you would’ve fit in perfectly with them up there.” And just before he could continue arguing, he noticed Charlie watching the scene unfold. Fuck. He really didn’t want to make her upset. Like, seriously. And so, for the sake of not making his daughter even more upset, he retracted both his horns back into his body, becoming normal again; before leaving Alastor alone and just flipping him off, hoping Charlie hasn’t noticed that.

Alastor fixed his bow tie, before chuckling to himself. He found the kings reactions rather amusing, really. Lucifer went to his room, clearly exhausted. He looked at the duck pile he has in the corner of his room and sighed. He dropped to his bed face first, slightly bouncing off, and immediately dozing off to sleep. He hasn’t slept properly for so long. Maybe today he’ll have a somewhat decent dream that wouldn’t wake him up randomly. Or maybe, he won’t dream at all. He’d prefer if that happened, actually.

—

And boy was he wrong. He had yet another terrible dream, making him wake up, sweat pouring down his forehead. He had yet another dream about Lilith, her betraying him, her going to heaven, and so on. The same old shit. He checked the time on his clock. He’s only managed to properly sleep for 3 hours, great. Is he ever gonna be able to sleep for 8 hours, like, ever? After tidying himself up and trying to look atleast somewhat presentable, he teleported out his room (because honestly, he’s too tired to walk down the stairs)

 He noticed Angel Dust talking to Husk about how his day went in the studio. He didn’t feel like intruding, but he really needed a drink. He approached the bar, sitting quietly until Husk noticed him. Hoping he’d at least notice that he wants a drink but also not wanting to disturb them. Angel noticed instead, looking at Lucifer immediately after he sat down.

“Oh, heya short king. What’s up, you look like shit. Cmon honey, I am all ears.” Lucifer sighed. Before he could answer Angel, Husk replied for him. “That’s ‘cause he hasn’t been sleepin’ properly these past coupla days.” Angel raised his eyebrow. That was quite amusing. The idea of the king of hell (someone who’s meant to be powerful) struggling with something as simple as sleep didn’t seem possible to Angel. “Hmm, really? Maybe..” Angel leaned closer to the king, speaking in a rather seductive tone. “I could help ya sleep real good tonight,”

“I- uhh-“ Lucifer blushed, stammering on his words. Angel immediately laughed at that reaction. Does EVERYONE in this hotel not take Lucifer seriously?! “I don’t mean it like that. I have something that might be able to help ya sleep,” He took out a bottle of melatonin gummies out of the big puff on his chest. Just how many things can he keep in there? Wait, why’s he even thinking about THAT. Fuck, he really does need sleep. “Val gave em’ to me, but I have no use for em’. I’m able to sleep properly, so it’s practically useless for me. But ‘m sure these’ could help ya out.” He handed the bottle over to Lucifer, and Lucifer took it with no hesitations.

He examined the bottle, before opening the cap and immediately eating them all. Husk and Angel watched in horror as the demon king downed the whole bottle. “Uhh, ya ain’t supposed to take em all in one go.” Angel spoke out, after a long pause of silence. Lucifer looked at him, confused. “Why not? I gotta make sure it’s extra effective. But, thank you. I am starting to feel a bit.. sleepy. So, I’ll try to sleep again. Third times a charm!” Lucifer awkwardly laughed, before sighing and going to his room. “He ain’t wakin’ up tomorrow.”

“Oh, he is not indeed! Such a shame, and here I was getting used to his.. dull presence.” Alastor spoke, after appearing from a shadowish pit. Angel immediately flinched upon hearing the Radio Demon’s voice. “Holy fuck, where did ya come from??” Angel asked, his heart still racing from the jumpscare that he just had. “Mmm, not important.” Alastor hummed, sitting down at the bar stool. Husk rolled his eyes. He did not feel like dealing with Alastor, not now. All he wanted was to chat with his boyfriend, not chat with some bitch who happens to have him on a leash. “So, care to fill me in on what happened?”

—

Lucifer bounced on his bed, and slept, again. Slipping into a deep sleep, for the first time in a while. He hasn’t been able to sleep so.. comfortably in a while.

Or well, he thought.

He felt slimy tentacles going up his thighs, immediately making him shoot his eyes open. And there, he saw Alastor, right on top of him, with his dick right inside Lucifer.

What.

The.

Fuck.

Is.

Going.

On.

Alastor thrusted, hard. The black slimy tendrils making their way up to the fallen angel’s nipples, twisting them. The pleasure was too much, and the atmosphere felt thick.

Lucifer moaned, still confused on what’s going on. Why the fuck is the person he hates currently making love to him? So many questions were running through his head, before the deer thrusted into his prostate, making Lucifer cry out and see stars, his hole clenching on Alastor’s dick, making him mouth a “fuck” and letting out a groan. Some of Alastor’s tentacles made their way up to Lucifer’s dick, stroking them in time with Alastor’s thrusts, as he continued to abuse his prostate. He can’t lie, even if- all THIS is confusing, Alastor is pretty good at this. Unexpected for someone who’s not practically big on sexual things.

“Ffffu-ckk~ A-Alahstorr~” Forming a sentence was basically impossible at this rate for him. Every-time he tried to say something, he’d end up moaning. It felt. so. fucking. good. The tentacles that were on the fallen angel’s erect cock made their way to the slit, blocking it. Alastor knew he was close, and he didn’t want him to cum before he did. Lucifer moaned, dragging his fingers along Alastor’s back, leaving scratch marks there. After a couple more practically hard thrusts, Alastor’s movement became sloppier, eventually cumming in Lucifer, making his tentacles retract. Lucifer saw stars, as he rode out his orgasm. Alastor continued sloppily thrusting, riding out his own orgasm. Lucifer was drooling, sweating, and full of cum. He felt filthy, yet he was satisfied. He hasn’t been able to feel this way for so long. Who cares if it’s with someone he fucking hates, he’s good at this and that’s all that matters.

And he woke up. Lucifer rubbed his eyes, looking down at his pants. His eyes widened, realizing his pants were soiled. He came from the lucid dream he just had. The king of hell, cumming from a lucid dream. How embarrassing. And the dream was about the one person he hated. He has no idea how he’s gonna face Alastor, not after that dream. He sighed, getting up from the bed, and making his way to the shower. He felt gross. But, at least it wasn’t a bad dream about his wife, no, EX-wife. At least he had a decent sleep. He mentally thanked Alastor for that, but of course; he’d never actually thank him. Nor does he plan to tell HIM or ANYONE about it.

“We haven’t gotten any new sinners this week, what am I doing wrong!?” Charlie was stressed out, walking around the hotel lobby and biting her nails in the process. She did everything she could to promote the hotel, but no new residents came. She felt like she failed, that her plan would never work out. And with the whole killing Adam thing, her hotel is definitely on heavens hit-list. No sinner would ever want to be involved with that.

“Honey, calm down. It’s only a matter of time until someone shows up.” Vaggie tried reassuring her girlfriend, rubbing her back in support. “You’re right, Vaggie. Maybe I’m just stressed because I’m worried about the possibility of this project failing.”

“Why, cheer up dearie! I’m sure this project won’t fail! And if it did, that certainly would be a bummer, seeing how I’m investing in it!” Alastor clapped his hands together, an old radio laugh track could be heard playing. Vaggie furrowed her eyebrows, shooting Alastor a look. “Uughhhh, maybe if I- do more trust exercises, sinners would see it as an interesting activity and join?” Charlie put her hand on her head. She felt like she had a headache. “Hmm, well I don’t know. Maybe you should give it a try! See if that’s gonna work out!” Alastor pushed Charlie towards where the other residents were seated, and right before she could comment, he’d disappear back into the black pit. Vaggie was mentally cussing him out at this point.

Lucifer yawned, walking down the stairs. Alastor took notice of that, reappearing right in front of the king. Lucifer flinched, moving back. “Ah, your majesty! How was your sleep? Terrible, I assume?” Alastor said, leaning down. Lucifer looked away, a soft golden blush could be seen appearing on his face. He remembered the rather.. unholy stuff he dreamed about. Alastor noticed, tilting his head in confusion, a soft “hmm?” coming out his mouth. Lucifer really did NOT wanna look him in the eyes. He felt ashamed. How is he meant to talk to Alastor, knowing that he had a sexual dream with him in it? After seeing him like that? He cleared his throat, trying to clear his mind off of any unholy thoughts (which is ironic, since he IS in hell, he’s meant to be unholy. thats his thing.)

“I slept great, actually! No thanks for asking!” Lucifer tried to look confident infront of Alastor, but his face is still pretty flushed. Alastor chuckled at the sight, “Oh, I’m sure you have. I’m sure you haveee.” He dragged out the last few words much too long, while patting Lucifer’s head. “Hey, what do you-?!” Just before Lucifer could finish his sentence, Alastor disappeared into the dark pit, again. That annoying cunt. What was he trying to imply, anyway? That he knows Lucifer dreamed of- no, that can’t be. That’s not possible, not unless that radio bastard had some kind of powers related to seeing peoples dreams. Which he doesn’t, by the way! (or, atleast he thinks he doesn’t.)

After finally going down the stairs, he noticed Charlie and the others talking. Something about an exercise to make them all get together. He smiled at the sight. Lucifer found it endearing how determined his daughter is with this whole thing. It’s great that she’s trying to rehabilitate sinners, even if.. they’re horrible, and he has no hope for them. He may have given up on his both his people and dreams, but Charlie hasn’t yet.

As he was awkwardly watching, since well. There’s not much he can really do, nor does he really wanna participate in the exercises, Alastor appeared next to him. “You know your majesty, you seem really pathetic just watching them.” Lucifer flinched. Holy shit, he really needs to stop doing that. It’s really annoying. He avoided eye contact with Alastor, staying quiet. Every time he sees Alastor, all he can think of is his dream. Alastor noticed the kings quietness, his grin stretching further. “My, cat got your tongue, sire? Why so quiet, hmm?” Lucifer stood there clenching his fist, just boiling over with rage. He looked up at Alastor, and fuck. All his rage went away as he admired his.. beauty. Has he always looked this.. attractive? Alastor tilted his head a little, making Lucifer snap back to reality. He shook his head, in hopes of the thoughts going away. Did he seriously think the radio demon was attractive? What was going on with him?

“I simply do not see a reason to respond to you.” Lucifer finally responded, looking away from Alastor. “But you see a reason to stare at my face? How fascinating.” Alastor snickered, making Lucifer’s face flush. “Humble yourself, your face is really not as great as you think it is. I was simply examining how ugly you look.” Lucifer crossed his arms. Alastor raised his eyebrow. “But the way you looked at me said otherwise.” Lucifer’s eye twitched. “Listen here you fuckface-“ He pushed the apple of his cane under Alastor’s chin, before realizing how close they were, flinching and moving both himself and his cane back. Alastor leaned forward, gazing into Lucifer’s eyes, which caught him quite off guard.

“You seem pretty tense, sire. What seems to be the problem?” Alastor could honestly care less. He asked the question less from concern and more for his own amusement, and Lucifer knew that. “Fuck off, it’s none of your business.” He gave Alastor the middle finger, and approached Charlie to chat with her. He really needed to cool his head. Alastor found Lucifer’s actions quite laughable. And adorable. Some time passed, and everyone went to their rooms, except Lucifer and Alastor.

Avoiding eye contact with Alastor the whole day was harder than he thought, as Alastor continued to poke at him, doing everything just to piss him off. There were multiple times he’s wanted to throw a come back at him, but everytime he did; all he could remember was the dream he had earlier. Now, here they both are. Sat together in a couch, without having the urge to kill each other. Or at least that’s what an outsider would think, at first glance.

Alastor sipped some tea he made earlier. The tension between them felt awkward, and Lucifer wanted out. He didn’t know why he was still here in the first place. He got up from the couch, before clearing his throat. “I will be going to bed now,” Even if he hated Alastor, and wanted to avoid him as much as possible, he still has manners. He didn’t wanna leave unannounced like that, it felt rude. Alastor looked at him, before taking a sip of his tea, clearly uninterested. Jeez, so much for trying to be polite. Lucifer rolled his eyes, before going to his room.

-

He entered his room, locking his door, and slipping into his pajamas. Earlier, he asked Angel for some more gummies to take. He doesn’t know if the melatonin was the true cause of his.. rather sexual dream; and he wanted to see if it was. Though, if it was, it’s not like he’d really stop taking it. Thanks to it, he’s able to sleep good. He took a gummy, and ate it, falling asleep after.

And he had yet another sexual dream. This one being much more graphic than the last one; and before he could even cum in it, he woke up. He pulled down his blanket, and checked his pants, noticing a very obvious bulge in his pants. God, this was embarrassing. He hasn’t masturbated or tried to relieve himself for 7 years. Lilith was usually there whenever he was aroused, but she’s not around anymore, so he had to take care of this himself. He honestly couldn’t believe he was about to jerk off to that radio demon, it felt off. But then again, it’s not like he’ll know. He’ll keep this secret with him forever.

He shamelessly pulled his pants and boxers down, his cock springing out of his pants immediately after. His dick throbbing, practically begging to be touched. His pulse quickened. He grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting a good amount of it on his hand, before stroking the head of his dick, imagining that it was Lilith next to him, that it was- no. It felt weird. And it was starting to turn him off. The mere thought of her made him miss her more. Made him feel upset. So, he switched it up.

He thought of Alastor instead, turning him on again. He knew how annoying Alastor was, so he would’ve probably teased him, stroking his dick slowly. He moaned softly, imagining Alastor praising him as he stroked his dick. He knew this was wrong, he knew that this could never happen, but it felt so good.

-

Alastor walked through the halls. His ears perked up, hearing someone moaning. At first, he thought it was Angel being weird, but he realized that Angel isn’t even on the same floor as him. He approached Lucifer’s door, noticing that the sounds were indeed coming from his room. “Sh-iitt,,~ Alastorr~” Alastor’s eyes widened, and so has his grin. Was the king of hell seriously masturbating to him? He found it rather amusing, really. He’s never been interested in sex, nor has he ever had sex in general. But the mere thought of being able to dominate the king was a pretty pleasing one. It gave him power, and that’s what he craves. Power. And a sense of feeling in control.

Lucifer was close at this point. He started squirming around in his bed, as the pleasure started to course through his veins. “Ngh, fuuucckk,,~” He didn’t realize how loud he was being, clearly out of it. He was hot. Drunk with pleasure. As he continued to chase his orgasm, Alastor appeared out of a dark pit, right infront of Lucifer’s bed.

“My, I had no idea you thought of me this way, sire. I’m quite flattered, really.” Lucifer flinched, immediately pulling up his pants. “What the FUCK! Do you not know how to knock? And why would you even- why would you just- PRIVACY??” Lucifer was stammering on his words, his cheeks flushing gold from embarrassment. “Well, I wouldn’t have come here had you not been loud.” Lucifer pulled his blanket over himself. This was so embarrassing. If he was just a little less louder, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.

“Seems like you must be really lonely, and desperate, to be thinking of me, instead of your wife.” Alastor approached the bed, sitting on it. “Ughh, just let it go already, you prick.” Alastor chuckled, and pulled the blanket on Lucifer off. “Hey wha-“ Lucifer protested, quickly sitting up; before being pushed back, getting pinned by Alastor to the bed. “I can’t just let it go. How about I make your fantasies real?” Lucifer flinched. He was confused on what was happening. Was this happening? Is this real? So many questions were running through his head. Impulsively, he poked Alastor’s cheek, making Alastor grab his wrist, and tilt his head a little.

“… What are you doing?”

“Needed to make sure this is real.”

Lucifer noticed Alastor’s grip on his wrist. Huh, weirdly enough it kinda turned him on. Guess being manhandled was one of Lucifer’s many kinks. He realized how much he’s been craving for physical touch after that. Alastor eyed Lucifer’s neck, wondering how angelic blood would taste. He leaned down to his neck, and bit it. Lucifer gasped, not expecting him to do that at all. Alastor drew out blood, drinking it. Tasty. Alastor thought. The blood was rich, and just way better than normal blood. Lucifer didn’t know why he was letting this happen. If he wanted, he could’ve just wiped Alastor out of existence. He doesn’t know why Alastor is going through with this either, but honestly, it feels nice. After 7 years of being alone, he’s finally able to have some sort of closure. Some pleasure. He might regret it, but honestly. That’s future Lucifer’s problem. Present Lucifer is gonna savor this moment as much as he can. And Alastor might have given into his temptation to ruin the king, since he is pretty attractive. That’s something Lucifer is confident about. And he’s also pretty much the embodiment of Temptation.

Alastor pulled away from Lucifer’s neck, having the fallen angel’s blood on his mouth. Lucifer cupped Alastor’s cheeks, and kissed him. Alastor licked Lucifer’s lip, asking for permission to enter his mouth. The king obliged, opening his mouth. Alastor shoved his tongue in, as their tongues both battled for dominance. Alastor pushed his knee towards Lucifer’s bulge, making the short king let out a moan; and Alastor finally winning their battle of dominance. As they made out, Alastor palmed Lucifer’s hard-on through his pants, before pulling his pants off. He pulled away from the kiss; and scooped him up into his lap. Lucifer didn’t expect this change in position, but wrapped his arms around Alastor’s neck nonetheless.

Alastor slipped Lucifer’s dick out, stroking it slowly. Lucifer shivered at Alastor’s sudden touch. His hands were cold, but so long. And so good. His movements were so painfully slow, yet it really made him feel good. As Alastor jerked Lucifer off, he made his way to Lucifer’s shoulder, biting it. Lucifer moaned, both out of pleasure and out of pain. But honestly, he can take it. Alastor knows that he’s not capable of hurting him; so being rough with him wouldn’t be a problem. He started sucking the fallen angel’s blood, as he sped up his movements. Lucifer covered his mouth, letting out muffled moans. His moans were the reason he even got here, so if he moaned any louder, the whole hotel would probably hear it. Alastor licked the remaining blood on Lucifer’s shoulder, making sure no single drop is wasted.

“Your blood is certainly appetizing, sire. Had I known you had delicious blood, I would’ve taken my fill way sooner.” Lucifer wanted to reply, but he knew better. If he tried to form a sentence, it’d probably come out as a moan. So instead, he replied with a muffled loud moan. Lucifer was getting close to an orgasm, and Alastor noticed that. He pulled his hand away from Lucifer’s cock right before he could come. Lucifer looked at Alastor, angry. And god, was he annoying. Fucking smug bastard. All he did was smile at him. He knew what he was doing.

Lucifer pulled Alastor’s hair. “Ow?!” Alastor’s eyebrow furrowed. He pushed Lucifer off of him, and towered over him again. “Behave. Otherwise, I would just leave you here without helping you cum.”

“Ah yeah, because you’re totally making me cum right now.” Lucifer rolled his eyes “Get a grip, jackass.” Alastor’s eye twitched. He unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants. Lucifer looked at Alastor’s dick, and gulped. It was huge, and honestly he was craving it even more. It’s definitely bigger than in his dreams, and way better than he’d imagine. Alastor shoved two fingers down Lucifer’s throat, making him choke. “Sluts like you do not deserve proper lubrication. Suck.” Alastor demanded. And Lucifer sucked on his fingers. He certainly wasn’t gonna let the slut remark slide, though. He kicked Alastor’s stomach with his knee, earning a radio static like groan from the deer. He shoved his fingers down Lucifer’s throat for revenge, making him choke even more on them. Seems like even in bed they find a way to bicker.

He pulled his fingers out Lucifer’s mouth, gaining a cough from the fallen angel. Alastor started prepping Lucifer, he first put one finger, pumping it in and out. He added the second finger after, doing the same action. Lucifer yawned. “You’re too soft on me, I can take your dick with no preNGH,,~” Lucifer let out an erotic moan after Alastor found Lucifer’s prostate. He started abusing it; pumping it in and out. “W-wait, fuck-“

“Thought you said you could handle it? Seems like his majesty was wrong, as always.” Lucifer weakly hit Alastor after that comment. Alastor started to spread him open, making a scissor motion with his fingers. When he saw that he was stretched out enough, he pulled out. Lucifer whined at the loss, clearly frustrated as he was about to come, again. He was getting edged at this point, and it was getting him frustrated. Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s thighs, spreading his legs apart. He slid his dick in, making Lucifer gasp. Alastor buried himself in to the hilt, a bulge being shown on Lucifer’s stomach.

Before Lucifer could take a breath, Alastor started penetrating him. Thrusting in and out, as the bulge on his stomach could be seen sliding in and out. Alastor noticed the bulge, taking Lucifer’s hand and putting it where the bulge was. “Do you feel this?” Alastor thrusted, hard. Making Lucifer moan out. “it’s my dick, inside of you. You’re so tiny.” Alastor was clearly feeding into Lucifer’s size kink. The size difference, and making him notice it, really did turn him on more. As he continued to thrust in and out, he eventually found his prostate. He thrusted faster, making sure his prostate was getting hit every time. As he did that, he took Lucifer and made him press on the bulge, to feel it more.

“W-wait, don’t make me press on i-ngh~” With how loud the bed was creaking, Lucifer was glad no one was on the same floor as him. Even if he was quiet, the bed would’ve given away what he was doing. Lucifer was getting closer, and closer. But, he knew Alastor was gonna pull out before he could cum. So, he wrapped his legs around him; locking him in position. Alastor noticed, and realized he was trapped. “What are you doing, your highness?” He summoned his tentacles, wrapping them around Lucifer’s legs to make them unwrap themselves around his waist. But, they wouldn’t even budge. He sure has a lot of strength for someone who’s literally getting fucked. “I don’t want you to pull out. Just, cum inside me. And let ME cum.” Lucifer was desperate. After being edged so many times, he’s of course gonna be needy for it. “Mm, I had no clue that the king was such a brat.” Alastor continued thrusting. He moved the position of his tentacles, redirecting them to Lucifer’s dick. The tentacles started to stroke up and down, the same time as his thrusts, stimulating him. Finally, after one particular thrust; he came. A lot. His eyes rolling back, as he moaned and shook in pleasure. Alastor followed after, but he didn’t stop.

Lucifer gasped, “W-wait, Al- fuck~ Too much,,~” Lucifer moaned out, getting erect again. He moaned, feeling so overstimulated. “You wanted to cum, and so I’m making up for all the times I haven’t let you cum.” Alastor growled, overstimulated aswell but still thrusting anyway. Lucifer’s horn started to grow out of his forehead, and his tail also appearing. Alastor noticed his tail, taking his dick out, and flipping Lucifer over on his stomach instead, switching their position. Before Lucifer could protest, Alastor shoved his dick in pretty easily, his cum being a better lubricate and him already having been stretched out. He continued his thrusting, penetrating him more and more, hitting his prostate dead on. Lucifer let out a long string of moans, not being able to shut up; and Alastor’s ears twitched. The fallen angel was tearing up from the pleasure.

Alastor directed his attention to Lucifer’s tail, tugging on it while thrusting into him. Lucifer moaned, loud. Like, really loud. He was sensitive there, and the overstimulation didn’t help. Alastor’s eyes widened, amused by Lucifer’s reaction; as he continued to wrap his finger around it and continuing to tug at it at the same time as his thrusts. Both of them came for the second time, but Alastor had no plan on stopping.

And finally, after so many rounds of rough sex, they finished, panting from fucking for so long with no breaks. Even if they’re demons, powerful ones at that, they still can get tired. None of them knew what to say. It’s like the world paused. As they both panted in silence, Lucifer decided to finally speak up. “… This is gonna be annoying to clean, fuck.”

“You were the one who trapped me in place, never letting me go. You sure are clingy. Maybe that’s why Lil-“ Before Alastor could finish his sentence, Lucifer pulled him in for a long kiss. He then pulled away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths.

“What was.. that for?” Alastor tilted his head in confusion. “To shut you up. I didn’t wanna hear the name of my ex wife after literally getting fucked by someone else.” Lucifer replied, wrapping his arm around Alastor’s neck and pulling him in another kiss; before pulling away again. Alastor chuckled. “I suppose you’re right. Wouldn’t want to get all depressed after a session like this, I bet?” He replied, as he got off of the fallen angel, laying next to him instead. Lucifer got his blanket, and pulled it over them. He then cuddled Alastor, his grip tightening on him. Alastor let out a radio static noise in response.

“Why are you holding onto me like that?” Trying to get out of Lucifer’s embrace. It felt comfortable, but also awkward. They only fucked once (or well. more than once, but it was all in a day); it doesn’t mean they’re close like that. It’s practically a one night stand at this point. “You sure ask a lot of questions. It’s cus’ I need a pillow.” He mumbled, burying his face into Alastor’s fluffy chest, as they both basically had their clothes off at this point. Alastor sighed, giving up on trying to get away from him. He was pretty tired, afterall. They then finally dozed off, falling asleep, comfortably in each other’s embrace.

-

The morning finally came. Alastor teleported himself out of Lucifer’s embrace, yawning and stretching like a fawn after napping. This was the first time he’s ever slept so.. comfortably. It felt nice, but he’d never really admit that. He took his clothes from the dryer, wearing them, and took his cane. He looked at Lucifer, noticing the drool on his mouth and how deep in sleep he looked like. He really looked stupid. Alastor laughed softly, before heading out the king’s room. As he was walking down the halls, he noticed Charlie, halting in his movement.

“Alastor? Why were you in my dads room?” Charlie was concerned.She was worried he went to go murder her dad, or something; since they’re both not (or weren’t) on good terms. “Oh, why we were just finally starting to bond! He and I had a very productive sleepover, so don’t you worry, dear!” He walked to her, putting a hand on her shoulder for reassurance. Charlie’s eyes lightened up. “Really?! Oh, I’m so glad you finally decided to actually get along with my dad, thank you Alastor!” She hugged Alastor out of happiness, a little too tightly, making him squeak a little before she realized her grip and pulled away from the hug. “Sorry, got too excited.” Charlie fixed her posture, and cleared her throat. “Anyway, I’ll be off then! Tell dad I said hi! When he wakes up, that is!” Alastor patted Charlie’s head. “Of course, dear. I’ll be sure to do so.” She grinned, walking away to the hotel lobby.

-

Some time has passed, and Lucifer finally woke up from his nap. He realized Alastor was gone immediately, before groaning. “That fucking bambi.” his voice was hoarse, as he just woke up. He was a bit disappointed, hoping he’d stay with him a little more. But, it’s Alastor. What did he expect? He got up, and stretched. He changed into his usual clothes, struggling a little as his back hurts. Alastor did go a bit rough on him yesterday. He walked out of his room, and walked down the stairs; one hand on his back. God, it really did hurt. He immediately approached the bar, sitting on the stool there.

“Hey uhh, Tucker, um. Do you like, make Coffee or something here?”

“Do I look like a Barista?” Husk hissed, before realizing it was Lucifer he was talking to. The literal king of hell. He sighed, cleaning a glass. “What kinda coffee d’ya want? Also, it’s HUSK.” Lucifer raised an eyebrow at the switch up, but shrugged it off after. “Right, Tusk. Anyway, uhh.. just, anything to help freshen me up. Had a long night yesterday.” Husk just started making Lucifer’s coffee, making sure not to mess up or rush it, as it was the king of hell who was requesting coffee, meaning it had to be perfect. As Lucifer tapped his finger on the table, Charlie approached him. He immediately noticed her presence, getting up from the stool almost immediately and holding his arms out for a hug, “Char Cha- gah-“ He grunted, forgetting his back pain.

“Dad? Are you okay?” Charlie got worried about her dad’s well being. Alastor told her that he and Lucifer were having a sleepover, so was this related to it? So many questions were flooding her brain at once, until Alastor appeared out of a dark pit, wrapping an arm around Lucifer’s waist. Lucifer flinched, his face immediately becoming flushed. Right in-front of his daughter? Seriously?

“Don’t worry, he’s okay! He broke his back during our sleepover. Thus, he ended up with a broken back. I guarantee you that he’ll be okay in no time.” Alastor explained, trying to make an excuse for Lucifer. “Oh, I seee.. I hope you get well soon, dad.” Charlie frowned. Lucifer sighed, deciding to get along with this bullshit. He wouldn’t want anyone to suspect that they had sex, as it would pretty much damage both their respectable reputations. “Yeah, I’ll be okay soon honey. Now, why don’t you tell me about your day, sweetheart?” Lucifer got out of Alastor’s embrace, hoping nobody thought it was weird that he had his hand on his waist. Husk set Lucifer’s coffee down on the bar table, making Lucifer turn around and sit back down on the stool. Charlie followed, sitting next to her father as they chatted.

-

After a long chatting session with his daughter, Charlie got up excusing herself, as she wanted to check up on Vaggie. She waved at him, Lucifer waving back at her. He took one final sip of his coffee, finally feeling more fresh. “Thanks, Husker. That coffee was great.” Husk just continued doing his bartender shenanigans, as Lucifer got off the stool, walking over to the couch. Seems like they woke up early, since everyone was practically asleep right now. The hotel was pretty empty.

Alastor approached the short male, making Lucifer sigh and look at him. “Hello to you too, Bambi.” Lucifer put a hand on his hip, waiting for a lame insult to come out of Alastor’s mouth. “Hello, sire. Is your back any better?” Lucifer shook his head, putting his hand on his back and rubbing it. “You went really hard yesterday. You really have a lot of stamina for someone who was a virgin.” Alastor snickered. “Are you sure this isn’t just you being old, your majesty? And after all, you did say you could handle it. Looks like you were wrong, per usual!” Lucifer rolled his eyes at that. “Oh, you’re one to talk. You’re pretty old yourself too. And I could handle it, It’s just that you went at it 5 times. Or more, I lost count.” Lucifer walked over to the couch and sat down. His back did really hurt. Alastor followed suit, humming as he sat down next to him.

“Is.. this gonna be a one time thing?” Alastor looked at Lucifer, a small “hmm?” coming out of his mouth. “I mean, this.. thing. Like, you sleeping over with me, or like.. you know.” Lucifer fidgeted with his hands, clearly nervous to even ask. Even though he hated the deer, he was still pretty good at sex, and comfortable to sleep with. “I mean, I know you’re like.. ace or some shit, so I wouldn’t want to force you to have sex with me all the time. Fuck, I don’t think you even WANTED to do it. But I just wanted to know if.. like, we could cuddle, or something, sometimes.”

“Ooh, so you’re finally admitting that you’re lonely?” Alastor replied, his grin stretching more. Lucifer blushed, and before he could argue, Alastor quickly added on. “I suppose I could free up my schedule to make some time for you. It was pretty fun yesterday after all.“ Alastor’s smile softened. “So I’m fun? Never knew you thought of me that way, I’m flattered!” Lucifer was relieved, laughing softly. Alastor scoffed at his comment. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, sire.”

“And if I said your fluffy chest helps me sleep at night, what then?” Lucifer was clearly having way too much fun with getting on his nerves. “Then, I’d make sure to suffocate you in my chest.” Alastor said, in a joking tone; but honestly it didn’t seem like a joke to Lucifer. He would attempt to do it, if he had the opportunity to. “Wow, how romantic.” Lucifer replied, sarcastically. “Truly! Dying due to suffocation is truly romance! Especially if its suffocation from a fluffy chest!” Alastor and Lucifer continued chatting, teasing eachother and throwing in some snarky remarks here and there, and everyone noticed how close they’ve gotten.

Lucifer and Alastor have no idea what they are right now, but they could figure that out later. For now, they’ll just do whatever they want, without a label tying them down.

Angel slowly sat down near the bar, whispering to Husk. “They’ve definitely fucked.” Husk nodded, agreeing with Angel.