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Another night, another whiskey.
Alastor sat at the busy bar, his jacket long gone in preference for a more casual night, enjoying an almost empty glass of his evening choice of poison. He savored the way it spread over his tongue, burning each taste bud with a deep rusty flavor. He also found himself savoring the way the egotistical king of hell attempted to save face with his daughter when he walked around the corner and locked eyes with him.
A particular flavor of pride hit Alastor right in the chest, just knowing that all it took to steal every speck of attention was to simply exist in the room with him. A wider smile etched its way over Alastor's face, admiring the line of the king's body as he followed Charlie like a little dog in his casual around-the-hotel outfit. No hat, no jacket, his pink striped shirt giving everyone a show of the contour of his chest.
Suddenly, some unassuming and unimportant sinner started talking. Alastor hadn't even noticed he'd sat at the stool next to him until he was atempting to interrupt his enjoyment of watching Lucifer feign his distraction.
"Hey, you're the Radio Demon, right?" his voice was curious, nothing too special while it hinted at a want for an entire conversation to follow.
"Mmm, yes," his radio scuffed voice answered, still committing his gaze to Lucifer.
"Oh, well it's mighty good to meet you. I just joined the hotel, I was told that…"
The sinner continued on but Alastor didn't hear another word. Much too focused on his secret lover across the room who got a little more red in the face when he spotted the sinner taking up the space at Alastor's side. His forehead lines deepened, brows turned in while his fists bunched.
What a lovely reaction, one that was kindling an unexpected flame low in Alastor's gut.
Alastor wondered just how far he'd go. Would he intrude? Rip Alastor away and demand to know everything? Their little relationship was certainly still on the down-low, something both of them knew that if set free would only bring a tsunami of trouble. But that didn't mean Alastor couldn't have a little fun with Lucifer's jealous tendencies.
He turned to the sinner and finally got a look at who was clamoring on and on, somehow leading himself to the topic of Hell's celebrities. He didn't seem like anyone worth much time. A rather unappealing and forgettable appearance, drab and uninteresting. Like the concept of the color beige sat itself down and assumed the right to conversation. But he was useful, as the line of Lucifer's shoulders only sharpened as he looked back to him again. The short man muttered something to Charlie before making the long walk, weaving between bodies across the crowded room towards the two.
"…I think the Vees are really on to something, Valentino makes the best—"
The Vees, perfect.
"What do you think of Vox?" Alastor interjected, knowing that flat-headed creep was a sore spot for Lucifer.
"Vox?" He perked up in his seat like he'd been shocked. "Well I think he was great! I mean, after all that stuff with the death ray destroying so much of the city, it's hard to be his fan, and…"
Alastor let the sinner run amok with that topic while he smirked in Lucifer's direction. The king's face turned from pissed to a restrained smile the closer he got.
"Alastor!" he shouted with an artificial glee. "How are ya bud? Who is this friend of yours?"
His teeth were grinding so hard you could see the jaw muscle warp through his skin. The Radio Demon tilted his head to the side, gazing up at the sinner beside him with a simple elegance that showed off his exposed throat to Lucifer.
"Oh, nothing much, just…Vox." His eyes shot back at Lucifer, slit with intention. The bait was out, just needed him to latch.
"Oh! Vox." The name was ground in his teeth and spit out like a slur.
"Yeah!" the drab sinner added. "And the other Vee's—"
"But mostly, Vox," Alastor interrupted, narrowing his eyes at Lucifer.
Lucifer awkwardly chuckled as he spoke, "Wonderful." Blackened arms tightly crossed over his chest as he huffed with wide eyes. "Alastor, can you come with me, I have something we need to discuss."
Right on cue.
"Of course, who am I to deny the king of Hell my attention?"
He downed the rest of his drink, of which only a few drops remained, and fluidly stood to his feet.
Lucifer scoffed, turning on his heel before leading him into the bar's storage closet. The narrow room was filled with kegs that crowded up the already small space. One was sat towards the middle, constantly in ones way when sorting, but worked too well as a table to move anywhere else. An inventory clipboard even sat upon it from when Husk was counting their stock earlier in the day. The shelves were lined with bottles of alcohol yet to be drunk, a musty smell mixed with dust and a faint alcohol scent surrounded them the moment they walked in and threatened to linger on their clothes before the end of their "discussion".
Lucifer slammed the door shut, voice hard as he clenched his fists, "you think you're clever?"
Here we go.
"What?" Alastor mocked. "I can't spark up a conversation with one of our lovely guests?"
Alastor leaned against a stack of kegs, finding and inspecting a speck of dust from one of the rims, rolling it between his fingers. Lucifer invaded his space, so close Alastor could smell the faint apple scent that constantly radiated from him.
"Don't play it off, I know what you're doing." He raised a finger, pulling on Alastor's chin to bring his focus off the dust. "It seems you need a little reminder of what you need."
"Please," he mocked. "Enlighten me, remind me, show me exactly what you think I need." Alastor leaned harder against the kegs, the motion brushing his hardening cock over Lucifer's chest.
"With fucking pleasure." The king pulled on Alastor's wrist, sending his chest to land hard over the top of the keg that stood alone. The clipboard clattered to the ground.
Alastor caught his breath, tossing back a mocking tone, "Did I hit a nerve? Little king get envious?"
Lucifer worked Alastor's pants down to his knees, quickly slapping a cheek with an open hand. A yelp of pain shot out of Alastor before that black hand pulled his ass cheek to the side, exposing his already quivering rim.
"Wrong ring and wrong sin, Bambi."
"How could I forget?" he crooned, twisting his head fully around like an owl to watch the king. "Ever-prideful in your status, aren't you."
"Say it, Alastor." He leaned over him, his short stature only allowing his voice to breathe hot over Alastor's lower back where he pushed up his shirt, "what is my status with you?"
"Why should I? You seem rather aware, or are you looking for an ego stroke?"
"Oh, this is all for your benefit, Bambi." Lucifer pushed a finger against Alastor's rim, but didn't enter. Alastor couldn't tell with what, but it was slicked with something. "You seem to have forgotten. So say it."
"And what if I don't?" he huffed, twitching from the teasing finger.
"There's other ways to remind you."
He pressed his entire finger in, curling the digit as he worked it in and out. Alastor kept an easy smile while his body clenched. A simple mask, but an effective one.
"You know what I want."
"And you think I'll just give it to you?"
"What are you doing talking to random sinners like that? Making passes right in front of me? Acting like a doe in need of a buck when I'm right there?"
"I wasn't doing anything but talking, you're the one who insists there was more to it." Alastor scooted his ass back, rolling his hips in time with the finger, but all halted when Lucifer pulled his finger out only to where the pad rested along the rim. An uncontrollable whine of feedback escaped from Alastor who tried to chase the finger back into him.
"No you don't. I'm not your toy," he barked.
"Oh," Alastor panted. "But you think I'm yours?" His resolve was quickly melting, sweat dripping down his brow as he flipped his head back around to the front to save face. The cool metal of the keg pressed painfully against Alastor's erection, leaking from the mere idea of being Lucifer's little toy.
"I know you are," Lucifer growled. His claw circled the rim. "You gonna be good?"
A breath huffed out of the sinner. "Never."
A single laugh knocked out of Lucifer. "Well, I guess I could just leave you like this. Freshly used." He chuckled more in a humiliating mock. "Yet, not to completion."
Another sharp round of feedback rang out while Alastor snarled over his shoulder, claws scraping along the rim of the keg. "Don't you dare."
"C'mon, bambi." The tip of his finger curled an inch into the slick rim. "Let me hear how bad you need it. How bad you need me."
"I will not beg."
"Mmm," the hum rumbled out of Lucifer's chest. "We'll see about that."
The finger pulled away. All Alastor could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat rushing in his ears and a belt buckle unlatching.
"Always so disobedient, you." The smaller man kicked at Alastor's hooves that immediately obeyed, spreading wider in eager anticipation. A hard, leaking tip repeatedly slapped over Alastor's entrance, a wet, vile sound that only made Alastor grow harder. "You only act so unaffected. I know how much you crave this. Just say it."
Lucifer's other hand reached for Alastor's throbbing cock, gripping it tight to pull a long drag along it. Alastor swallowed down a moan, refusing to let the mask fully fall just yet, instead, sucking in a breath and leering at Lucifer over his shoulder.
"Make me."
Lucifer bared his teeth, grunting as he pushed all the way in the deer's hole. Alastor lurched forward, bleating at the sudden pressure on his sweet spot. Lucifer may have been short, but his cock was anything but, spreading him wide and able to immediately find the perfect position every time.
He set a punishing pace, rocking the keg back and forth against the floor while Alastor held on for dear life. He could feel every inch of Lucifer's cock slide decadently against his walls, pulling at the rim that was only slightly prepped.
Alastor bit his lip, a small rivulet of blood seeping out as he fought back the moans that dared to inch up his throat.
"Oh, fuck, Bambi," Lucifer moaned, voice breathy as he muttered. "You always feel so fucking perfect."
The metal of the keg's rim pressed hard and cold against Alastor's cheek. He focused on keeping himself composed, eyes tight and breath held as he gripped the container until his hands shook. The roll of Lucifer's hips only sped up, hitting Alastor's prostate over and over in an uneven pace. One rather hard thrust sent Alastor's mask flying off, a cry of pleasure echoing off the walls.
"That's it, let me hear you, you know what I want."
Alastor's hand clasped over his mouth to hold anymore sounds of bliss in, but it was trivial, there was no stopping the freight train of pleasure. His words slipped through the gaps of his fingers. "Fuck, Lucifer."
Claws gripped Alastor's hips tighter, refusing him any escape and allowing a better leverage on every thrust.
Lucifer sucked in a breath of air between his teeth before a rough voice eased out of him, "Your body betrays you, you know." He swallowed. "You talk a big talk, yet all you've done tonight is let me take you." He slapped once over Alastor's cheek, causing a leg to reflexively jolt while he cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
Alastor twisted to look back over his shoulder again, grunting back at him, "Fuck you."
Lucifer's head dipped back. "Such a mouth on you."
A whine of feedback tore through the air again. Alastor's head fell back forward, temple meeting the metal as he rocked helplessly from the deep, amazing pressure that hit again and again.
"Hah, fuck, Al." The slaps from Lucifer's thrusts were pornographic, rabid, lewd as they echoed in the small room. "Come on, let me hear it. Who do you belong to?"
The sinner panted, gulping down a mouthful of air before the answer finally muttered out of him, "Y-you."
"I can't hear you, Bambi," he said, all sing-songy while pushing in at an even harder pace.
"You!" Alastor yelped. "Please, please, don't stop." He caught his breath, still bouncing from the unrelenting thrusts. "I'm yours."
"Yes. That's it, darling," a coarse string of words that ground like gravel from Lucifer's throat. "Let it out, you know you want to."
A crack of feedback tore through the air again as Lucifer drove in deep and hard against Alastor's sweet spot, pushing him right over the edge and into a cleansing orgasm. His claws gripped the edge of the keg tighter, legs trembling as he felt himself twitch and spill over the side of the keg. The sinner whined. That beautiful pleasure aligning and escaping all at once. He melted against the keg while Lucifer's hips rolled languidly into him.
Lucifer's golden and hushed voice slithered through the humid air, "Say it again. Who do you belong to?"
"Y-you."
"Say my name."
Alastor whispered like a prayer, "Lucifer."
"You're fucking right." The claws at Alastor's side dug into his skin as he felt Lucifer's cock twitch inside him. The king sucked in a breath between his teeth. "Fuck, Al."
The large, filling cock released more of Lucifer's spend into Alastor, coating his walls and spilling out in a stream of come from between his length and Alastor's rim. The tight grip from Lucifer's hands at his side softened, smoothing over the sore spots that would certainly turn to bruises by the following morning.
The king pulled out with a punching groan, breathing heavily and stepping back. Alastor lazily looked over his shoulder, still lost in a plane of climax while he saw Lucifer flit his eyes over every inch of the sinner. The spout of the keg pressed terribly into Alastor's chest on every breath, but it wasn't like he cared.
The belt buckle clattered against itself again as Lucifer concealed himself back into his pants. Knowing eyes flicked back up to Alastor before Lucifer walked closer to his head. A finger pulled at his chin, forcing his spent eyes to look Lucifer straight on.
"Glad we could have this little 'discussion'." He flicked his finger off his chin and headed for the door. "You know the drill, give it a few." He took one last prideful look over his shoulder before slipping back out into the crowded room.
Alastor caught his breath for a minute, simply existing in the humid space as he wound down from that perfect feeling. Eventually, he stood up, only to immediately fall back down to the keg when a wave of pain radiated from his lower half. The sting of pain from being used with a barely-prepped hole and the small cuts from Lucifer's claws at his hips were a striking reminder of what had transpired.
He chuckled, smile deepening from feeling the rough use. Especially as he eyed the state of his thighs. Smeared lines of red and white covered him from hip to knees. A content sigh and head shake later, he was using a bit of his magic to clean himself (and the utterly soiled side of the keg). Sparks of pain shot through him like electricity as he pulled his pants back up, setting himself straight again. Slowly, he forced his back to arch and stretch against the pain. He sucked in a breath, holding it deep before letting it out over a few seconds as he relaxed, then eyed the door.
He took a step, immediately feeling soreness in his hips and the small cuts that were left on his sides rubbing against his clothes. Still, he kept on his path, catching a glimpse of the clipboard that crashed to the floor. He reached down, wincing from the pain to set the clipboard back where they found it because of course Lucifer wouldn't take on that responsibility. Alastor let out a small hum, biting his lip to fight back the aches as he stood right again. All he had to do was make it back to his seat and he could set himself to a casual demeanor while he internally flew in a state of ecstasy from the pain and reminisce on the pleasure.
He stepped out, watching for any on-lookers, but none never made themselves known in the thinning crowd as he walked back to his stool. Each step of his gait, every brush of fabric against his sides pulled more of his attention to the twinges. Alastor couldn't help the widening smile as he recollected on the short, prideful source.
Alastor was glad to see the sinner from before had come and gone. All that was there was a new glass of whiskey that Husk already had prepared for him when he noticed Alastor approaching. The moment his ass hit that cushion, another reminder flashed through him.
The cuts to his skin, the aches in his bones, the soreness of his muscles. Small, constant reminders of who he belonged to, and only he and his lover knew they existed. And before he even knew it, Alastor found himself smiling wider again.