You're More then just a Demon (RadioApple)

New feelings

(TW)

Lucifer POV

I get woken up by the need to pee. I open my eyes very slowly, not actually wanting to get up to pee, so I take my time. As I open my eyes fully and my vision focuses, I see Alastors face, also nose to nose with me. My face gets very hot, and I slowly back away. I star at his face, admitting to myself, 'Okay, fucking fine, hes hot as fuck..' I very slowly get up, but something stops me. I look down, and Alasastor is gripping my arm tightly. I can't get my arm out of his grasp. Either I wake him up to let me go or I lay here and piss his bed. 'If I piss in his bed, I'm going to kill myself.' I move some of his hair out of his face and whisper, "Alastor, Alastor, let me go. I need to pee'' I watch him frown and groan at the sudden physical touch, but he doesn't wake up. "Alastor, wake up." I shake him a little bit. His eyes shoot open, and he immediately stands up on the bed with shadows behind him and his tentacle shadows out, ready to attack. His eyes are radio dials, and his smile is huge and thin. "Whoa, whoa, it's just me!" I touch his leg, and he looks at me. I see him calm down as he sits back on the bed, then lays down facing away from me, immediately going back to sleep.

I stare at him, confused. "What the fuuuuuuuck?" I whisper, starting to think he never actually woke up, but his body went into attack mode anyway. I slowly get up now that he's not holding me, and I go to the bathroom in his room. His bathroom smells like cinnamon, which is really nice. I pee, wash my hands, then walk back to the bed. I see Alastor lying with his eyes closed, but he's feeling around for something. "Is he trying to find me??' His ears flattened, and I lay beside him again. He grabs my arm and yanks me to him as close as he can, wrapping his arms around me tightly. He can't help but smile and nuzzle at him. 'This is so nice' I think to myself as I fall back asleep.

Alastor POV

I woke up but lay there with my eyes closed. I look at the time and see it's 6:39 in the morning. I look over at Lucifer; he is nuzzled into my chest, smiling in his sleep, mumbling random things, one of which I can make out as "Alastor, you are safe with me," then back to mumbling. My face gets very hot, my chest starts to hurt again, and I get a horrible feeling in my stomach like I'm about to throw up. My breathing gets faster. I try to understand what's going on, but I can't. Am I sick?? I'm dying?? Why is this happening? Why won't it stop? Why can't I control it? What if my train of thought is cut off by my stomach? I push Lucifer off of me and sprint to my bathroom. I hunch over the toilet, I dry heave a few times before I throw up, and I cough and gag after. I pant as I try to catch my breath from not being able to breathe while I gag. I hear Lucifer get out of bed, worried. "Alastor?? What's going on? Did you just throw up??" He rushes into the bathroom, where I am.

Lucifer POV

I woke up to be thrown across the bed. I sat up quickly to watch Alastor run into the bathroom and throw up. I ran into the bathroom, worried. "Alastor?? What's going on?? Did you throw up??" I run to him and hold his hair back. I know it's short, but it's still annoying to have to deal with sometimes, I'm sure. I tie it back and rub his back. "Are you sick??" I feel his forehead. "You're not running a fever." I watch him throw up again, gripping the sides of the toilet. "Oh dear.. I wait for him to be done. I grab a rag and wipe his mouth. Let's get you back to bed." I pick him up and carry him back to his bed. He lays his head on my shoulder, his eyes closed, panting, trying to catch his breath. I lay him on his bed and cover him up. "Let me get you a drink." I rush downstairs to find something bubbly to help his upset stomach. "Where are you?" I hear someone walk in. I look over, and it's "husk!" I ran to him and said, "You make drinks with ginger ale, right??" He looked at me, concerned and confused. "yeeeah..?" I grabbed his shoulders. "I need some. I think Alastor is sick. He just threw up a bunch, and I need something to help his stomach!!" Husk goes from concerned to confused to worried. "Threw up?? As he threw up into the toilet, everything in his stomach was gone. I nodded, worried. "Please." Husk walked to the bar and grabbed a bunch of bottles. "Here, I'll go get Charlie." He said this as he handed them to me and ran upstairs. I did the same. I'm so worried. I don't like seeing him like this. I don't want to see him weak, sick, or anything. I want him to be safe and not sick. I know I'm being dramatic. He's not dying, but I'm overly protective and paranoid.