Why? RadioApple

Chapter 4

The king shook the other's hand, not knowing the consequences that would eventually arrive. Lucifer pulled his hand away after, assuming business was over, done, completed. He started walking away from the Radio Demon, thinking about stopping by to meet Charlie.

Suddenly, the king was pulled back, "We are not done here, my dear," Alastor whispered into the dwarf's ear, leaning down, holding him by the waist, "I might as well try out my new blood source~"

Lucifer stiffened and, just for a second, flinched, at the word my. He was doing this for Charlie. He shouldn't make this a big deal. He shouldn't mind it. But, he also shouldn't enjoy it

Alastor turned the king around, trying to figure out the best way to feed on the king. He was starving. The Radio Demon hasn't gone out for quite a while, resulting in the hunger growing and growing, more and more, building up by the second. "May I, Your Majesty?" The deer traced the king's neck with a finger. He was excruciatingly slow, as the short king might have said.

A/N- i love coming up with ways to insult Lucifer with these names. short king? im dying of laughter 💀

"Ready as I'll ever be," the king stated, sighing, trying to prepare himself for the pain from the puncture, but instead of a bite, he felt teeth gently grazing the area. Lucifer stiffened. out of embarrassment, he blushed. He was taken aback by the gesture. Touch was foreign to him, strange if you will. No one had touched him like this since his wife, Lilith, had disappeared. What was he feeling? Pleasure? Embarrassment? Happiness? Sadness? Grief? Failure? The list could go on and on, never-ending.

Alastor couldn't hold back from teasing the king like this. He thought it was rather hilarious that someone with such a high power could be flustered with a slightly touchy gesture. Sure he didn't like touch, but he could ignore the urge to tear off everyone's heads in a room to see someone, especially Lucifer, flustered like this because of a simple act.

The deer slightly nipped Lucifer's skin causing just a bit of blood to leak from the wound. "My my ~ your blood is delectable, simply gorgeous." He started to lick the small spot. Not even a drop was wasted. Before the midget could react to Alastor's comment, the Radio Demon dug his teeth in more, causing a river of blood to spill down his neck and onto his chest.

At the sudden action, Lucifer unconsciously moaned, leaning his neck ever so slightly to the right in a way that allowed the deer had more room to feed. He was blinded by the feeling, full of pleasure, unaware of his surroundings, leaving himself defenseless with the sinner.

Alastor flinched, but soon after, continued feeding. He was stifling the bubbling laughter at the midget's action. He grinned widely against his neck, waiting for the aftermath of the king's ... strange noise. He continued and went on, wondering if there would be even the slightest reaction.

After a couple of long seconds, brought back to his senses, the king quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, suddenly aware of what just happened. His breathing was terse, quick, short (like him).

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Alastor pulled away, a bit startled from the kings sudden change in breathing. The king stood there wide eyed, he seemed weak. He stumbled over his own legs and took a step back, shaking like a new born fawn just learning how to walk. Frail. Fragile. Puny. Feeble. Shaky. Lucifer took another step back, and another, and another, till his legs buckled, then fell onto Alastor's bed, his arms pushing him up in slightest, providing support. He was shaking even more now, eyes still wide, even now hyperventilating.

The radio demon stood unmoving, not reacting to the short king's absurd actions and reactions, but he did wonder, just for a moment, what was he doing?

Lucifer slowly started to come back to his senses he stood up. Although he was still a bit shaky, he walked towards the door. The midget just passed Alastor, but felt a sudden strong grip on his wrist, stopping him in place, like a deer in headlights.

"Where do you think you're going my dear," Alastor whispered, he sounded dark, evil, creepy, tempting? the Radio Demon slowly turned towards the kings back, putting two hands on his shoulders. He slightly bended over to the kings level, speaking into his ear now "you don't think that you're leaving here in this state, are you?" Now, with his usual cheer, he stood up straight, "Lets get you fixed up and then ill send you on your way! No guest of mine is to leave in this condition!"

~ A signing off

Sorry for the short chapter!