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Lucifer thought he was going insane when he went through the keys on the ring. He checked, double checked, and triple checked each one, wondering if he’d hit his head at one point and couldn’t remember removing the key to his house. His house key was gone, and not at the ideal time. Standing directly in front of his home, he had no way of getting in without the assistance of the loved ones inside.
With his cheeks lit up in embarrassment, Lucifer knocked. The door opened not twenty seconds later to a puzzled yet amused Alastor, looking rather dressed up despite staying at home for the majority of the day.
“While it’s very polite of you to knock,” Alastor hummed with amusement, “it’s not needed at your own house.”
Lucifer gave his husband a chaste kiss on the lips before stepping inside. “Thanks, Al.” Turning to face his partner, he hesitated to ask what was on his mind lest he be teased for his idiocy. Still, he had to pose the question. He couldn’t be locked out of his own home and act like that was fine. “Hey, Alastor, did you… take my house key?”
His husband quirked a brow at him before making his way into the kitchen. “An odd question. No, I did not take your house key. I still have mine.” He plucked his own set of keys out of a bowl and jingled them to prove his statement.
“Oh.” Lucifer’s brow stitched together. “Okay then. I guess my key somehow slipped off the ring. I can’t imagine how else it could have disappeared.” Whenever he had a day of labor in his toy shop, he always put his keys in the backroom, but he supposed some amount of ignorance could have left him unaware when a key snagged beneath the pinch of the ring and slipped off. “In that case, can I borrow yours until we get a new one made?”
“Hmm. I suppose. I am always cleaning up after your mistakes after all,” Alastor huffed, but there was no heat behind it. He had a teasing demeanor that, even after three years of marriage, still had plenty of bite to it. Lucifer’s skin was thick enough to move past it, though, and besides, it wasn’t like it wasn’t true. Alastor was always the more organized of them, always fixing Lucifer’s dumb little mistakes and only asking for a bit of groveling in return. That was why Alastor was the one to stay at home and look after their child.
Entering into the kitchen, Alastor put his focus back on Fern, their son, who had only just reached his first trip around the sun. He was sitting in his highchair, munching on one of his teething toys while he waited for his papa to come back and feed him. As soon as Alastor offered a spoonful of mashed peas, he opened his mouth and gobbled it up.
Ever since his daughter, Charlie, went off to college to pursue her dreams of becoming a counselor, Lucifer had suffered from a case of empty-nest syndrome. Once Lilith had dipped for unexplained reasons, Lucifer had felt condemned to loneliness for the rest of his life. A lot of his days were spent on the couch, watching shitty soap operas and wondering where his life went wrong. He’d hated himself, and he had resigned himself to never being happy again.
Then, he met Alastor. Alastor was smart, funny, sassy, and with a teasing attitude that came off as insulting to anyone who didn’t take the time to know him. For Alastor, Lucifer was a short, pathetic man desperate for company, but to Lucifer, it was love at first sight. It took a long while, but eventually, with enough patience, he got Alastor to agree to a date.
Just like that, Lucifer found purpose in life again: to love and be loved in return. What Alastor saw in him, he didn’t know. Perhaps he was charmed by his patheticness, or maybe he just liked the attention, but whatever the case, a few dates turned into something longterm, which turned into marriage, which turned into Alastor gifting him with a child of their very own.
To say Lucifer was happy with his life was an understatement. He was with a man who loved deeply, and even if Alastor may not completely be able to feel the same way about him, Alastor made sure to never take that love for granted.
Lucifer smiled and kissed his boy on the head as he passed by and shrugged off his coat. “Has he been good while I was gone?”
“Only the best,” Alastor hummed, brushing Fern’s little wisps of hair back. “I’m the one teaching care of him, after all. I will not raise a misbehaving child. Now, did you have a good time at the shop.”
“Yeah, it was a bit of a crazy day. Lots of people,” Lucifer replied.
“Tell me about it, then.”
Lucifer smiled softly, but when he looked back at his keys on the counter, he couldn’t help but feel something sink in his stomach.
***
A couple mornings later, Lucifer awoke to the sounds of Fern crying. He sat up in his bed to find Alastor gone, meaning he was up bright and early once again.
Lucifer descended the stairs to see Alastor searching through the cupboards with frustration painted over his face. Fern was in his highchair, waving his little arms around while he sobbed.
“Everything alright?” the blond asked, reaching the bottom of the stairs.
“Luci, have you been moving things around?” Alastor snapped, clearly agitated by Fern’s sobbing. “I can’t find his teething toy. I always leave it right here on the counter after I wash it.”
Taking a look around, Lucifer was confused to find that their home didn’t quite look right. Some things had been shifted around from where they normally were, and the sight had Lucifer uneasy. The first thing he did was check the doors, but they were locked tight. Concern was etched into his features while he looked around. Nothing seemed to be missing other than Fern’s toy, though things were definitely out of place. Eventually he did find Fern’s teething toy on the couch, which was certainly not where someone as organized as Alastor would put it.
He returned with the teething toy, thoughts of his missing key running through his head. “Do you think someone…?”
“If they did, they didn’t take anything,” Alastor replied. “It makes no sense. Perhaps you were just sleepwalking again.”
Lucifer decided to suggest something that he knew wouldn’t bowl over well with someone like Alastor. “Should we call the police?”
Alastor’s response was firm and uncompromising, enough to make Lucifer jump. “No!” When he realized he’d been a little too agressive, Alastor sighed and combed his hair back with his fingers. “Sorry. Just… no. We can’t.”
The police were a big no to Alastor, and Lucifer knew why. When Lucifer married Alastor, he knew there were certain risks. There were times where Lucifer would look after Fern as Alastor tended to more ugly needs. They were needs that would land both of Fern’s parents in prison if the world found out. Alastor’s wasn’t to blame; it was just a unique diet that demanded to be sated that made him the way he was. Lucifer didn’t care to know the details, nor did he question Alastor’s special diet or the meat he would bring home late at night. Lucifer just focused on taking care of his family, and if Alastor decided he wanted to go out and blow off some steam, Lucifer would patiently wait for him to get home and patch up any wounds he got in the process.
Alastor was a beast that couldn’t be tamed, making it all the more surprising when he agreed to settle down and have a child together. Lucifer wasn’t scared of his husband as some might think. No, he loved Alastor, and he would continue to be his alibi for as long as the urges continued.
So, no police. It was only safer that way. The last thing they needed was for the cops to become suspicious and start searching where they weren’t supposed to.
“You’re right,” Lucifer said at last. “I’m probably just sleepwalking again.” Though, if things continued this way, Lucifer would bite the bullet, go against his husband’s wishes, and set up some cameras.
Lucifer watched his son nibble on the teething toy, gently brushing against his soft cheek with his knuckles. He was what mattered, and Lucifer and Alastor would be sure to protect him.
Looking back at his husband, Lucifer couldn’t help but wonder if, when push came to shove, if he would have to protect his husband, too.
“I’m making steak tonight,” Alastor announced, pulling out some mashed sweet potato for Fern to enjoy. “Be sure to be back home on time so your food doesn’t get cold.”
“Just so long as you make sure our cuts of meat don’t get mixed up,” Lucifer replied. While he was willing to keep his husband’s activities a secret from the police, he would vomit if Alastor fed him any of his spoils from his late night hunts.
“I have them separated in the fridge. Don’t worry,” Alastor hummed. “We’re not having a repeat of that time. Just as long as you didn’t mess with them while you were sleepwalking, we should be fine, Luci.”
Later that night, Alastor cooked up the steaks as promised, made with a side of steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. Lucifer enjoyed all of Alastor’s meals, though his husband was especially talented when it came to meat. There shouldn’t have been any question as to why, though the implications of Alastor’s proficiency with meat was something Lucifer didn’t like to think about. The bottom line was that Alastor knew what his family liked, and he was always happy to cook for them, even if he was making two separate dishes to cater to his own diet.
As they ate, Lucifer couldn’t help but notice Alastor didn’t look too pleased with his meal. Normally he devoured every piece of his meat with a satisfied groan, but this time he was eyeing his meal as though it were poisoned.
“Is everything alright?” Lucifer asked, a little concerned.
“The meat,” Alastor huffed. “There’s something wrong with it. The person I harvested from must have had something in his system. I don’t like it.” When Alastor didn’t love his food, he didn’t eat it. There was a clear look of dissatisfaction scrawled over his face as he looked down at his meal with disdain.
Lucifer had no complaints on his end. His meat was perfect, cooked exactly as he preferred and spiced just right. “You can have some of mine, if you want,” Lucifer offered. “I don’t think I can finish.”
“No, no, it’s fine,” Alastor sighed, taking a napkin and dabbing at his mouth. “I’ve eaten enough already.” His meat was only halfway devoured, which Lucifer was dissatisfied with for the sake of his husband’s health, but he’d cleaned off his sides, so Lucifer wouldn’t fuss about leaving without a proper meal.
Afterwards they decided to watch a nice movie together. Fern was put to sleep earlier so they didn’t have to worry about unsafe content, something Lucifer was very adamant would stay away from their son’s eyes. As they were enjoying their horror movie, Lucifer noticed Alastor starting to nod off. It was unusual, as Alastor usually insisted on staying up to watch the bloody bits.
When Alastor was slumped against Lucifer, the smaller man decided it was time to get his husband to bed. Alastor stirred when Lucifer shook him, groaning softly as he was guided to a stand and brought to the stairs. As soon as he hit the bed, he was out like a light. Lucifer smiled softly and brushed his hair back and kissed his cheek before heading to bed as well.
***
Lucifer didn’t realize what he was hearing until he was fully awake. The room was dark and the air was still, but far off in the distance, he could hear something blaring. The first conclusion he came to was that Fern was crying in his bed. However, when he heard muffled voices, his next thought was that someone was in his home. In an instant he was upright in alarm, turning to his husband to make sense of what was going on.
Beside him was Alastor, sleeping on his front and completely out. It was strange. Alastor was a light sleeper, but at that moment he wasn’t even stirring. Lucifer shook him. “Al, I think someone’s in our house,” he whispered, but he received only a light groan. What was wrong with him? As the voices continued to talk downstairs, Lucifer realized he needed to handle this before the intruders found Fern. Rummaging through his drawer, he found a handgun and pulled it out, ready to defend his family.
Slowly descending the stairs, Lucifer could hear the voices grow louder, and as he listened, he realized he could detect a stifled song playing in the background. The voices sounded too jaunty; too calm and cheerful to be intruders. When he reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner into the living room, instead of intruders, he found the TV on, its light cutting through the darkness like a cleansing fire as it blared at full volume. On the screen was a commercial for VoxTek, with the spokesperson’s voice turned up so loud it was bound to wake up Fern.
“What the fuck…” Lucifer approached, looking around at the shadows on the wall for anyone who could have turned it on. Alastor surely didn’t, as he hated television. Fern was too young to get out of his crib yet, too. Who turned the TV on?
Unease settled on Lucifer’s shoulders. Something wasn’t right. He approached and carefully turned the TV off. He made his rounds through the house and checked each door, but they were all locked. Soon after he went upstairs and into Fern’s room, where he saw his little boy sleeping soundly in his crib. Approaching, he smiled down at his son, reaching forward and brushing his hair back. He looked so peaceful. The thought of anyone coming to harm him made Lucifer sick to his stomach.
Returning to his room, he noticed Alastor still in bed, and even in the pitch blackness he could tell Alastor had not stirred or even moved an inch since Lucifer left the room. Lucifer shook him again, his gun still tightly wrapped in his other hand. “Alastor, wake up. Something isn’t right.” He needed his other half to assure him that he wasn’t crazy. “Alastor, get up.”
His husband didn’t move. There was another groan from him, but he wasn’t budging. A deep frown dipped Lucifer’s lips. It was so unlike Alastor to not sit upright automatically and calm Lucifer’s fears. The Alastor he knew would grab the knife in the bedside table and search around for the prey that dared to intrude in their home.
Lucifer shook Alastor harder. “Alastor. Wake up.”
“Lu-ci-fer.” The groan from Alastor was stilted and broken.
Lucifer’s brow stitched in confusion, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized Alastor’s eyes were wide open, but he wasn’t moving. The unease that had plagued Lucifer raised into blaring alarm. “Alastor?”
Then, the barrel of a gun nudged up against the back of his head. “Sorry, but he’s not coming to your rescue.” Lucifer’s eyes blew as wide as tea plates and he froze in place. “If I were you, I’d put down the gun.”
The gun was a hot coal in Lucifer’s hand, once begging to be used for defense but now acting as a threat to his life if he didn’t comply. For the sake of his own life, he slowly placed the gun on the nightstand. Whoever was behind him reached over and turned on the lamp, casting light over the room and revealing Alastor’s paralyzed body, boneless on the bed.
“Now, if you want your brains to stay in your head, walk over to the chair.”
Lucifer looked over to see one of the dining chairs from downstairs now in the bedroom. It was facing the bed, meaning that whoever their intruder was wanted him to see them. Without much choice, he carefully walked over to the chair and took a seat, where he was finally able to see the man who broke into their home.
It took a second, but soon that TV-worthy grin and manufactured look registered in his mind as something familiar. Vox. He’d only seen the man in commercials for VoxTek on the TV, but he knew the intruder was Alastor’s old friend. He still had on one of the suits he would wear on TV and his graying hair was slicked back with only a few strands out of place.
Alastor had confided in Lucifer his relationship with the CEO, where they’d once been friends but had a falling out after Alastor had rejected him. Lucifer didn’t know the guy, but he trusted his husband when he called him a creep, obsessive, and a monster in the same vein as the Bayou Butcher. Very, very few knew about Alastor’s hobby, but Vox had a sadism that could rival the killer himself.
“Smart,” Vox complimented, before following it up with a sneer. “And pathetic.” He came forward with a bundle of rope and proceeded to tie Lucifer to the chair, and he wasn’t gentle, either. Lucifer knew he was going to get some rope burn if he wiggled around too much.
“What did you do to my husband?” Lucifer growled, watching Vox step away.
“He’s going to be fine,” Vox replied, walking over to Alastor’s body. “You know, when I heard he was getting married, I knew he wouldn’t be able to give up his diet. All I had to do was find out which meat was his and that was it.”
Lucifer could see Alastor’s body struggling to move. His arms shifted, clearly trying to lift himself up so he could help his husband. Vox snorted and grabbed Alastor by the back of the shirt and yanked him off the bed. He hauled him to the middle of the room and threw him to the ground, in perfect view of Lucifer.
Worry and alarm filled Lucifer as he realized Vox was in perfect position to execute Alastor then and there. “Wait! Listen, Vox, just take whatever you want,” Lucifer insisted. “Just don’t hurt my family.”
“Oh, I plan on taking what I want,” Vox scoffed, a shoe placed firmly on Alastor’s back. “When I found out Alastor was getting married, I thought he’d finally found some sucker willing to be his alibi. I mean, look at you! Alastor, with you? You have no ambition, no notoriety, no self-worth — why the fuck would he want a pathetic whelp like you? I thought it was all an act until he went and had a child with you. I mean, are you shitting me?”
The gears turned in Lucifer’s head as he stared in disbelief. “You’re doing this because you’re jealous?”
He had only a second to prepare himself before Vox stepped over Alastor’s body and pistol-whipped the smaller man. “Fuck you! It was supposed to be me he was with! Not some nobody toymaker like you!”
It figured that a man who had backstabbed, sabotaged, and murdered his way to the top would implode over the one thing he couldn’t have. Lucifer would almost find it pitiful if it wasn’t for the terror pounding his heart. “Vox, please. Don’t hurt him. He didn’t do anything to you!”
“You think you know him so well, don’t you?” the intruder snarled, placing the barrel of the gun against Lucifer’s head. “You think he loves you? He isn’t capable of it. I’m taking what’s rightfully owed to me, and you? You’re going to sit here and watch me take back what you stole from me.” A smirk ticked his lips upward. “I’d quit the screaming if I were you, too. You wouldn’t want your baby to hear the commotion, would you? Noise like that needs to be silenced.”
“Hurt either of them and I’ll kill you,” Lucifer snapped, his fear morphing into anger at the mention of his son needing to be “silenced”.
“Scary,” Vox snickered, before he moved back to where Alastor’s body lay.
“Vox…” murmured the drugged man, who was trying to find the strength to lift himself into a sitting position. “Don’t… They did nothing to you.”
“They took you from me.” A swift kick to the stomach dropped Alastor like an anvil.
Lucifer flinched at the sight, tearing up. “Don’t hurt him!”
“Fuck, you’re annoying,” Vox scoffed, once against aiming the barrel directly at Lucifer’s head. “How the fuck did someone like Alastor ever find worth in someone like you? You’re nothing! You didn’t help him dispose of bodies like I did. You don’t understand him like I do. You weren’t friends with him for over a decade and a half like I was! I should do him a favor and get rid of you and that brat in the other room. Maybe then he’ll understand what he really needs.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” Lucifer snapped, terrified of the fate Vox had planned for him and his son. “When the police get a hold of you—”
“I’m not an idiot, Morningstar,” Vox snorted. “You’d never call the police. Not when it endangers Alastor. You wouldn’t stand to see your husband being hauled away to prison, would you? You couldn’t keep him safe like I could.”
“Fuck you.” That one came from Alastor, who was propping himself up on an elbow as he heaved for air. “I was the one who rejected you. If you have a problem, take it out on me.”
“Oh, I plan to.” Vox set the gun aside and grabbed Alastor to forcefully throw him onto his back. “Those brats you call a family mean nothing to me. Makes me wonder why they’d ever mean anything to you. After all, you were the one who taught me everything I know, weren’t you?”
“I love them,” Alastor croaked. “Don’t hurt them.”
“Be a good boy for me and I’ll consider it,” Vox sneered, pulling out a sizable knife that could dispatch anyone with relative ease.
Lucifer’s heart seized in his chest when Vox drew the knife closer to Alastor’s skin, a fear surging in his mind that his husband was about to have a knife plunged through his heart. What transpired next was arguably worse than that.
The knife, instead of meeting Alastor’s skin, instead began to slice through his shirt, ripping through with one clean cut. The shirt was ripped from Alastor’s body, leaving his skin bare to the cool air of the night. Lucifer’s mind swam with confusion as he watched, alarmed.
“What are you doing?” he demanded, though he had no real room to demand answers.
“Your boy toy is noisy,” Vox scoffed, directed towards Alastor. “Stop squirming.”
Though Lucifer remained puzzled, Alastor seemed to know exactly what was coming. He weakly pushed against Vox’s arm, his eyes wide and his breathing labored. “No,” he groaned. “Get. Get away. I don’t want this.”
“You think I give a damn about what you want?” Vox’s hands grasped the hem of Alastor’s pajama bottoms, and in one yank, they were off.
It finally registered in Lucifer’s mind what was happening and fear and alarm led his heart to beat a mile a minute. “Get off of him! Don’t touch him!”
“I would tell you to shut the fuck up,” said the intruder, “but I think I like hearing you beg more. Now you know what it’s like to have someone take what’s yours.”
The knife cut through Alastor’s briefs and before long Alastor was completely bare to the world. His eyes were wide and his breathing was shallow as he struggled in vain to get away. With the drug running through his system, he could hardly fight back. The most he could do was weakly push his attacker away while Vox’s hands felt free to roam over Alastor’s body, feeling every inch with appreciation.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Vox growled with appreciation. “I should have done this ages ago.” His fingers brushed against Alastor’s pussy, his thumb running over the clit but providing Alastor with no pleasure in his terrorized state. “Did you enjoy carrying that brat? I never thought the Bayou Butcher could be so easily domesticated.” He smacked Alastor’s pussy, making the victim flinch and gasp in pain. A wicked grin lifted his lips and he did it again to a similar reaction.
“Vox, please,” Alastor begged, his back arching when two fingers plunged into his cunt. There was no pleasure to be found for him. Every muscle in his body was rigid with fear. His eyes met Lucifer’s, whose own eyes were growing wet with tears. “Please help me, Lucifer. I— ah!”
Vox thrust his fingers in again, grinning down at the panicked killer. “Fuck, even after having a baby, you’re still tight as sin. You’ll feel great wrapped around my cock.”
“Lucifer,” Alastor whined, reaching for him. “I need you. Please, don’t let him do this to me, please—”
Alastor was backhanded, and hard. The place where Vox’s hand met his skin burned red with pain.
“Don’t look at him,” Vox snarled, grabbing Alastor’s face with a grip meant to bruise. “Look at me. I’m the one doing this to you. I’m the one who’s gonna take that pretty little pussy. You’re not going to turn away from me again, you piece of shit!”
The drug was noticeably wearing off, because Alastor was struggling more and more as Vox’s free hand roamed his naked body. He still wasn’t strong enough to force him off, however, and when Vox slotted himself between Alastor’s thighs, his attempts to force his old friend off were fruitless.
“Vox, please,” Lucifer begged. “Anything you want from my house, just take it. I’ll give you as much money as you want. Just please don’t hurt him!”
Vox chuckled, his hand lowering to his belt while the other remained wrapped around Alastor’s neck. “You don’t get it, do you? The only thing I want in this house… is Alastor.” His belt was unbuckled, and Lucifer watched with horror as Vox pulled himself out and placed his cock directly over Alastor’s pussy.
Tears flooded Lucifer’s eyes. Alastor reached for him, as though he were his one and only salvation. Lucifer had never seen such fear and terror in his eyes before. Alastor, for once, was powerless and looking to his teddy bear of a husband for help. Lucifer could do nothing. He yanked and struggled against the binds, but he was instead forced to watch the violation of the man he loved the most.
Vox positioned himself at Alastor’s entrance, and with a slam of his hips, he sank himself in. Alastor wailed, clawing at the hand around his neck and shaking with pain. Vox had forced himself in with zero lubrication. Lucifer couldn’t imagine the pain as Vox set a brutal pace.
“Shh. You wouldn’t want to wake the baby now, would you?” Vox growled, the grin on his face one of pure glee and sadism. Heavy smacks of flesh against flesh filled the air, and for the first time since Lucifer had met Alastor, Lucifer saw tears run down Alastor’s face.
Tears of his own slipped down Lucifer’s cheeks as he fought against the ropes, but it was no use. He was forced to sit there and watch his husband be raped. “Stop! Please! He didn’t do anything to you!”
“Lucifer!” Alastor cried out, the only thing he really could do with Vox taking him so roughly. “Help! Please!”
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Vox growled into Alastor’s ear. “Better than I imagined. I’ve pictured this every day since you spat in my face.” Greedy hands explored Alastor’s body, squeezing his thigh and groping his ass. “Does that feel good, Alastor? Does it feel nice to feel like you’re lesser?”
“Vox,” Alastor croaked, his body jolting with every thrust deep into his core. “Vox, stop. I’m begging you!”
Lucifer fought like a bull, but nothing was working. By then he was fully sobbing, his body wracked with secondhand pain as he begged Vox to stop. “Stop! Let him go!”
His words fell on deaf ears as Vox focused on fucking his victim. Blood trickled from Alastor’s abused cunt from the rape. Lucifer couldn’t imagine how much pain he was in. The humiliation, the terror, the helplessness. It was all too much. Lucifer cried, utterly helpless in knowing his partner was suffering. All the while Alastor was calling out for him; begging for his husband, his safety, to help him.
Vox was lost in his own pleasure, hardly giving any mind to the hands that tried desperately to push him away. Each snap of his hips was rough and unforgiving, taking away Alastor’s dignity bit by bit. At one point he leaned in and locked lips with Alastor, his tongue dominating the other’s in a violating display of ruination. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting their lips. “I bet this is the biggest dick you’ve ever taken, huh? Nothing like that twerp you call a husband. This is what you need: to be fucked by a real man who knows you and understands you.”
“Please.” Alastor’s voice was weak. He’d stopped fighting Vox, having resigned himself to his fate and just waiting for it all to be over. “Please stop. I don’t want this.”
He was ignored, and so were Lucifer’s pleas, as Vox was too focused on thrusting into Alastor, determined to find pleasure in his ruin. “You’re so fucking hot, Alastor,” Vox whispered. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Take it. Take every inch you fucking whore.”
Lucifer was silent save for his sobs. Nothing he could say could get Vox off of his husband. Alastor was being raped before his eyes and there was nothing he could do about it. “Alastor,” he whined, wishing he could at least hold his husband’s hand while he suffered his fate. Vox was getting so painfully deep that Alastor made a noise of agony with each unforgiving thrust.
Finally, Vox slowed, though he didn’t reel back the power in each thrust. Alastor’s pained grunts still sounded whenever Vox buried himself deep inside him, his tears flowing in rivulets down his temples. Vox brushed the hair from Alastor’s eyes, though there was no softness or care behind the action. He got a full look at the fear and pain in Alastor’s eyes, and he grinned.
“How about a little something to remember me by?” Vox threatened, and like that, all the energy returned to Alastor’s limbs and he fought in vain to get Vox off of him.
“No! Vox, don’t! Please!” Alastor begged, his voice a tremulous thing that was alive with fear and agony. “Vox, I’m begging you! Pull out!”
Lucifer’s heart pounded as he realized what Vox was about to do: stake his claim in someone that wasn’t his. He aimed to ruin Alastor as much as possible, and that included planting a seed deep in Alastor to take root. “Vox! Stop!” Lucifer begged, but it was no use. Vox hardly even paid attention to him anymore. His focus was on Alastor and his suffering.
Vox appeared to go even harder, based on the agonized cries of Alastor upping in volume. “That kid should have been mine,” Vox snarled, his destructive jealousy once again making itself known. “So, I’ll give you another. And you? You’re gonna take it like a good boy.”
Lucifer could tell the exact moment Vox released, because Alastor screamed so loudly it hurt his trapped husband’s ears. Alastor sobbed, a heartbreaking sound Lucifer wished to never hear again. Lucifer wanted to go to him and hold him and kill Vox for what he’d done, but instead he was forced to watch this sick fuck impregnate his husband. Lucifer sobbed with his husband, desperate to avoid the reality of the situation but unable to look away.
Vox thrust in slowly, as though sewing his seed deep into Alastor’s body. After a relieved sigh, he leaned in and planted his kisses along Alastor’s neck. Alastor didn’t even resist this time, the violation of his body having broken his spirit and left him unable to even fight back.
Finally, finally Vox pulled out, tucking himself back into his pants and coming to a stand. He drew in a deep breath and brushed his hair back, looking refreshed. Lucifer would give anything to put a bullet through his head. Vox looked down at his victim with utter indifference, as if Alastor’s pain didn’t affect him.
“Alright, I think I’m done here,” Vox announced, tucking his knife and gun away with an almost casual air to him. “Next time, Alastor, learn to appreciate what you’ve got instead of running off with some lowlife who can’t even keep you safe. I’m going before all that crying gets on my nerves.”
Lucifer, in all his grief, finally registered the sound coming from the other room. It was Fern. He’d woken up during the commotion and was now wailing for his parents. He was scared and distressed, but Lucifer could do nothing to help him, nor his own husband. He couldn’t stop crying, but when he saw Vox’s smug face, he felt nothing but anger and rage.
The CEO looked between them, before a smirk played on his lips. “Enjoy the gift, Luci.” With that, he walked out, leaving the two Morningstars in the room to pick up the pieces that he had so callously shattered.
Alastor and Lucifer were silent, crying while their son wailed in the other room. Lucifer wanted nothing more than to chase after Vox, bash his head in, and go back to hold and comfort his family. Instead, he was bound, watching his husband lay on the floor and sob into the carpet.
Eventually, Alastor was able to crawl over to Lucifer and undo the binds. By then, Vox was long gone, and Lucifer did not hesitate to scoop his husband into his arms and hold him close.
“I’m so sorry,” Lucifer whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.” He should have been able to protect his husband. He should have been able to see the signs and keep his family from harm. Now, Alastor cried in his arms while his son screamed for them in the other room. Lucifer stroked Alastor’s hair, repeating the mantra of how sorry he was. It was all he could do.
They sat there on the floor like that, not knowing what to do, but knowing they would never be the same.