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Ever since Lucifer made his presence when Charlie called him over to assist with the hotel and connections with heaven, Alastor grumbled in dismay.
Though his pettiness knows no bounds.
They both argued like childish brats and anytime one has seen the other, it was only a matter of time where someone will snap first. Though for Alastor, pissing Lucifer off was part of the fun. Just like his height, his temper was also short.
That was all there is to it, right? Just petulant demons bickering, what else is there to add. You can say it is a breath of fresh air that they don't actively enter each other's personal rooms.
Well...
"Well well, if it isn't my dear Luci-" Alastor teleported with his shadows to barge into the king's bedroom, but was caught a bit off guard at the sight.
"I know he's pretty red... Um how big are the antlers are? Fuck— too short to see clearly-" The shorter man's thoughts were interrupted as he was startled to see Alastor spawn out of nowhere and immediately tossed his newest duck creation to the sideline.
Alastor's eyes widen. Is this... The state of how the king lives? Rubber ducks and... Dressed in a frilly, comfortable, pink sweater.
God he is not being the short allegations.
But... it's kind of cu-
Alastor shook his head rapidly, pulling up his signature, irremovable, smile as he played oblivious, ignoring Lucifer's flustered face, "Well, I was here to have some fun, but you look... Quite occupied."
Lucifer's face grew more flustered, feeling genuine embarrassment as he looked away, rubbing his sleeved hand at the back of his neck uncomfortably.
What an interesting reaction. Is it because he was caught painting- wait a minute.
Alastor spawned one of his shadow mates to secretly go over to find what Lucifer tossed aside. He could only guess but decided to feel into the curiosity without Lucifer knowing. It isn't like this short brat will say anything.
"Get out Alastor!" The king of hell snapped, as he has been waiting for the radio demon to exit already. But instead he is just standing there, with his stupid smile, acting coy.
Alastor only hummed and it was a rather soothing that was a realm of nostalgia for his time period. The shadow mate rushed over to its master, handing over a red, duck shaped item.
"H-Hey! What the fuck?!" Lucifer's eyes turned red as his horns appeared as Alastor reached down to take the item, "GIVE IT BACK-"
"Hmm, who knew I would catch the eye of the King of Hell." His smirk show no betrayal of emotions, making it harder to tell if it was his neutral expressijn or potentially mocking.
Lucifer stomped over and attempted to snatch the unfinished duck project but Alastor raised his hand, giving it a much easier advantage, "Nah uh uh, I'm looking at it. And I must say, it's quite fascinating-"
"Shut up!"
The Radio Demon raised a brow and saw the smaller man shaking, "I know you're making fun of this. You always like to mock me, but don't mock this..."
"Your Majesty, I um..." The awkward static radio sounds were heard, unsure of what to make this situation. It would be amusing if this wasn't the king. But as usual, his smile never wavered.
Lucifer snatched the duck back from the confused demon, "Can't a king make figures of his subjects during his creative block?!" The shorter man knew how childish and defensive he was getting. But it was also humiliating at the same time.
Hands were on Lucifer's shoulders as he heard a voice in his ear, "Don't worry, I'm not letting this little secret slip by. Plus, I think I rather relish your cute reactions." Alastor hummed a tune as he took a step forward and crouched down lower, closer to his face and lifted his chin firmly, lifting it up so Lucifer has no choice but to look at him.
Lucifer tensed up, feeling his breath stuck in his throat as he pulled away, "Hey hey hey! What the actual fuck?" His face could compete the actual Pride ring itself with his how he has gotten. Alastor scarefulky paced his footsteps, walking around Lucifer like a predator watching his prey.
"Oh don't misunderstand, my King~ I wouldn't want a duck version of myself to be exposed either." Alastor chuckled and took a chair that had the least amount if ducks covered around as he reclined himself.
"So, I've seen this sort of emotion going around for as far as I've existed." The pause was there for dramatic effect as Alastor's smirk grew as Lucifer's face contorted into frustration, "I seem to have charmed the King, have I not?"
If Lucifer was able to, he would struck Alastor where he sat and obliterate that wretched smile from his stupid, pathetic, handsome-
Huh?
Lucifer stammered himself as he waved his index finger around with his arm, "No! Nonononono, nope, nopey nope!" Emphazing the utter distaste of this notion.
At least he hopes it gets the idea across.
"Oh let's not get ourselves overwhelmed my dear Lucifer. In fact, I do find you quite interesting. Though seeing your little face get so angry and wrinkly makes my day." Alastor reached downward to cup Lucifer's face, "Aren't you lovely." he traced his thumb slowly across Lucifer's bottom lip.
The way the taller demon keeps himself composed, house voice exudes power and his posture stood taller than ever.
In a sense, aside from the vibe, between dark and intimidating and calm and gentle, the posture and sense of closeness reminded him of...
No.
Not her.
She LEFT him and Charlie.
Alastor noticed Lucifer's tear fall down on his cheek. He didn't know what made the King of Hell shed a tear nor what made him decide to wipe the tear from his cheek.
The shorter man was taken aback from the somewhat gentle action, "Was there something on my face?"
"... Just some paint from your silly project."
~~~~~
Their odd dynamic shifted that even unnerved Angel Dust.
"Hey so... You guys having hate sex?" Angel asked as he was takihg a sip of his own drink. Husk really didn't want to know what the tension between the Majesty and Radio Demon— just placed a glass down, some rye whiskey, neat, as he slide it over to Alastor.
Alastor's eyes nearly turned black as a record scratch was heard from it, "Disgusting." He caught the whiskey and chugged it, letting the burn slide down his throat.
The mere idea of that level of intimacy felt vile on the red demon as he walked away, not entertaining Angel's rather inappropriate comments or answers.
"Best you don't bring up topics of sex. That always seems to be a severe topic of disdain for him. And I'm not in the mood to deal with further bitching." Hush mumbled, letting Angel Dust take note of it.
Tuning out the sounds from other people in the hotel, he brisked towards his room. As he was about to turn to vanish in his space, Alastor turned to Lucifer's room. While the appeal of just hiding in his room was more preferred, he turned towards Lucifer's room.
The gaudy decorations and the disgusting amount of rubber ducks drove him insane. But, he'd be lying if he didn't admit it held some appeal. Maybe it was because it was Lucifer.
He didn't bother to knock, entering the room as he own the place. "Seriously?! You have got to-" Lucifer was silenced as Alastor just wrapped Hus arms around his shoulders, more so using it as arm rests as Lucifer stammered, unsure how to respond.
"... Umm.. Do you need a hug?"
Alastor simply stayed quiet as he drank his whiskey. It was hard to tell if he ignored the fallen angel's request or was zoned out.
Lucifer cleared his throat, "Are you okay with me touching? Your hypocritical ass touches people like you're some annoying ass cat but I know you're adverse to it."
Alastor pulled away a bit, "Hmm, so you are obsessed with me?" His grin widened, almost forgetting the source of frustration.
"I'm not fucking touching you without asking, you asshole. I may be the worst creation of God, but I have fucking standards!"
Seeing the King getting so irritated and taking the asking so seriously amused Alastor quite a lot. Unlike a certain... TV bastard.
He admits that he can be hypocritical, but Alastor would rather be double dead than to prove Lucifer right.
"Yes, I suppose you can touch me."
"What about a lousy hug? You can just step away easily."
Well, isn't he considerate?
Alastor chuckles, "I suppose that works." He shrugs before going back to the posture he was in, except putting more of his weight, drinking his whiskey. Lucifer didn't seemed too bothered as he stood rather straight and supported Alastor pretty well, his arms around him.
It was firm to make sure Alastor didn't fall, but it didn't seem to trap him either. Quite adequate if he says so himself.
Consent seems odd in hell, but it was something he could get used to.
~~~~
Throughout the weeks, Alastor noticed that Lucifer didn't seemed to bothered over being held or grabbed by the Radio Demon. But that doens't mean he won't recieve whines and complaints from the short king. But one day he found out if he pulled away, Lucifer gets even more annoyed.
'Hmph, what an indecisive idiot' Alastor chuckled to himself to the thought.
Though, while Alastor can act like an annoying cat, he found it quite charming that Lucifer asks consent over the smallest touches. From holding his hand to a hug or cuddle. And the touches were skeptical and gentle. He didn't understood why Lucifer was so cautious; he isn't made out of glass!
"Um... Al.."
"Yes, my dear?" Alastor looked up from his book as he made one of Lucifer's chair his own. With a willing audience of some remaining rubber ducks he decided to spare from the knock out.
Lucifer rolled his eyes, pushing his new project forward for Alastor to see. Mainly to avoid eye contact over being "his dear".
Alastor decided it was best to actually get up and check it out instead of using his shadow minions or tentacles. He looked art he familiar red duck that Alastor forgot about it. But this time, it was done.
He carefully picked it up and examined the details. The small antlers, the little bowtie, the ears. Simple, yet endearing, "I'll be taking that." Alastor chuckled, seeing Lucifer's face in panic, "Don't worry Your Majesty, I rather find it quite endearing and charming." His grin grew wider, "I declare it as mine."
".. Fucking asshole..." Lucifer pouted as his elbow rested on the table as his chin rested in his palm. Oh how charming it is to see Lucifer expressing such delightful emotions for Alastor to see. Caused by he himself. Alastor pulled out his dark tentacle and held Lucifer's face, firmly turning it to his direction, "Now now, that isn't very polite of you, now is it?"
The way his voice purred and held firm as he had the audacity to demand Lucifer to face him, made the king flustered.
"Nothing to say?"
Lucifer kept quiet, but it did amused Alastor, thinking he just had the power to have Lucifer speechless.
"Very good. I love my prey being obedient and quiet. Though your screams to be heard all over my broadcast will be delightful." Alastor's voice grew more sinister and Lucifer could only hope he wasn't showing visible signs of arousal.
Luckily for Alastor, it seems to go under his radar, "Now be good and apologize before I squeeze your throat and make you cry out your lovely screams, begging until your pretty eyes roll back as your life vanishes."
"Y-Yes S-Sir..." Lucifer stumbled, lips quivering before trying to push Alastor away, aggressively clearing his throat to hide the literal boner he feels he is going to develop. "Look Al, you can take the duck, just..."
The Radio Demon can feel the sudden switch and was thrown off but didn't push it, "Very well, I will say I appreciate the gift quite a lot. Juvenile, but clearly you gave skills."
"Thanks. It's the depression. But I think I'm gonna go shower... All of that really got me aching." Lucifer said, stretching a but but hopefully his baggy pants don't betray him by revealing his hidden snake.
Respecting the statement and no probing further, Alastor grabbed his staff and his duck, "Very well, I'll see you the next day." As Alastor exited the room, Lucifer collapsed back at his work station, "I've got to set some boundaries... Before I push him away like with Lilith..."
He needs a good jerk off after all of this.
~~~~
Though the bickering and the rivalry was still as strong as ever, their personal dynamic was still complicated.
At a certain point, Alastor gets pushed away and Lucifer always makes some excuse to distance for the day. It was getting rather irritating. For someone so gun ho about the concept of boundaries, Lucifer is rather avoidant of it.
"Well, I'm gonna get a word in, whether he likes it or not. I can excuse some parts but this is too much." Alastor teleported down to the bar, startling Angel Dust as Husk grew immune to the appearances, "Rye Whiskey?"
"Is that a surprise? And an apple cider. Non alcoholic." Alastor practically ordered, but that didn't shock Husk. What ruffled his fur is the second order. Angel Dust raised a brow, not even bothering to hide his suspicion, "Oh, for the short king?"
Alastor grumbled a bit but tried to keep a poker face at worst, "Well, even it is, the king will simply throw a tantrum if he doesn't get it served." he rolled his eyes as Husk poured the drinks, "Herr ya go."
"Marvelous." Alastor picked both glasses up before teleporting. Husk and Angel Dust just stared at each other as Fat Nuggets walked around, knocking over glass. "Hey! Angel, get your pig under control!" Husk huffed as Angel laughed.
Alastor spawned into Lucifer's room, frankly it is becoming quite the norm. He placed both glasses in the ground and saw Lucifer sleeping soundly. Alastor walked over towards Lucifer. It was an adorable sight honestly.
He sat down on the bed, deciding to reach out to stroke his cheek tenderly. It wasn't like him to be tender but even he had his limits.
It was rather cute to see Lucifer asleep, such a vulnerable state until he was shaking.
"Please... It's my fault... I'm sorry... I failed..." Lucifer whimpered in his sleep as Alastor tilted his head. Bad dreams? Or perhaps nightmares? Though, a part of him felt a level of disdain to see the man shaking uncontrollably.
"Wake up Lucifer." As Alastor held a firm grip on Lucifer's hair. The smaller man jolted out of his sleep but it seems that Alastor didn't hold on tight enough and was met with a collison as Lucifer and Alastor bumped heads.
"What the fuck Bambi?!" Lucifer whined as he curled up into a ball as Alastor sneered, "Excuse me for waking Your Majesty up..." He mumbled as he rubbed his forehead in frustration.
Alastor decided to get up to get the glasses. If needed a drink, it would be now as he handed the cider to Lucifer, "It's non alcoholic." Lucifer looked up and nodded, drinking it, "Thank you... Why did you come here?"
"Well, better than dealing with your nightmares." He shrugged casually, making Lucifer huff, "Drink up first and then we have some discussions to be had."
Once the drinks have be doused, Lucifer stood up and used his staff to change instead of undressing in front of the Radio Demon, minus the hat and coat, "So what's up?" He held up his own grin, acting casually.
"Well my dear Lucifer..." Alastor held Lucifer by the hips and laid his chin on his head, "What about your dreams."
"Nah, not important."
"Very well then." Disappointed because it did somewhat piqued his interest, but can't do much, "What's with the distance?"
Lucifer blushed as Alastor had his arms around him, "Can I place my hands over yours?" He asked quietly. Once Alastor got approval, Lucifer gently placed his hands over Alastor, but yelped as he was pulled close.
"What the-"
"You're not escaping. You have pushed me away a bit too often and I'm not a fan of being ignored. I can assure you, I'm not trying to take Lilith's place."
Lucifer stayed quiet, his grip tightening subconsciously as he looked away, "... I don't want to say it..."
Alastor lifted one of his hands and lifted Lucifer's chin, forcing him to face the taller man, "I'm not taking that as a response. You either tell me, or I'll drag it out of you." The voice. The deep and threatning voice as Lucifer gulped but instead he felt shame, "Well, what's one more person who will leave..."
Huh..?
"I was abandoned by Heaven, Lilith left, I pushed Charlie away and now I'm going to lose you too." Lucifer pulled his face away, gripping his hair, "I know I got Charlie back and I'm grateful! But... I've fallen for you... Yet I still how for Lilith to come back... And fuck, it doesn't help that you're fuckably hot and I have to push it away because the way you speak and touch me sometimes ducking arouses me! There, now you have your answers... Now leave..."
It was as if what little strength he had was gone and Lucifer fell down to his knees, tears falling as he held a rubber duck to comfort himself, "... I know you get disgusted and I'm not going to force you... But I know it's because of me, you'll leave."
Alastor felt rather mixed. Emotions... Romance it seems like. He could feel a strong emotion. But sexual...? It was a shivering thought.
But, unlike with Vox, putting him in uncomfortable positions, Lucifer never pushed. Always asking. "Is that why you've been pushing me away... Because of your... Ehhh... Arousal?"
Lucifer shook his head, looking away.
It was... Kind of endearing in a sense. Alastor used one of his tentacles that he just spawned out and wrapped his waist around him, carrying Lucifer close, "You are quite the interesting individual. While you are right that such intercourse holds no appeal to me, I do rather appreciate that you don't push me to my boundaries."
Lucifer winced at the praise, "Yeah, I'm not a fucking monster."
The Radio Demon adjusted his coat and cleared his throat, "You'd be surprised my dear. But, I cannot promise that Lilith will be out of your mind forever. But..." Alastor gently touched Lucifer's hand, kissing the back of it, "I will say you have piqued my interest. Minus the um... Sex..."
Lucifer chuckled and smiled a bit, "Can I kiss you Bambi. No tongue. But maybe at a certain point, I might have to ask you to leave so I can do my thing, if you know what I mean."
"You disgust me."
"Ah you discuss me?" Lucifer smirked, especially as Alastor rolled his eyes just to walk towards him. Lucifer, still suspended, cups Alastor's cheeks tenderly, letting Alastor take control.
"Oh you know how much I adore having control." He smirked, pulling on Lucifer's hair, which made Lucifer release a moan.
"Ehh-"
Lucifer covered his face, "I'm so sorry-"
Alastor cleared his throat, "Maybe you should discuss what... Makes you especially make such noises. I rather not hear it anytime soon."
"Yeah sure- wait huh? Alastor, what do you mean by 'anytime soon'?"
"Well, I never cared for a partner, even in my human life, but maybe I could indulge." The voice was a bit strained, releasing some record scratch noises as Lucifer sighed, "Bambi, don't force the idea. I can masturbate just fine. But... Would you mind at one point, going for aftercare? Like kisses and cuddles."
"I'll even bring you a drink and set a bath for you...." Lucifer was taken aback from the tender side as Alastor offered more than what he suggested. Lucifer nodded as Alastor lowered the fallen angel down. Lucifer walked up towards Alastor, "Can we kiss? This time no hair pulling."
Alastor rolled his eyes,,but held no disdain this time as he cupped Lucifer's cheeks and leaned inti the kiss.
Lucifer wrapped his arms around Hus waist as Alastor pulled away. His eyes soften and Lucifer was beyond flustered, "... That was amazing..."
"Of course it is, you got a kiss from the Radio Demon."
"Fuck you."
"Not interested." Alastor smirked as Lucifer huffed.
This will be fun.