𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

Oh baby pt 7

Alastor did not mind the little family 'act.' He actually immensely enjoyed it. At least much more than Lilith's near-daily visits where she would use her little backhanded comments and, for some reason, side with Adam in his temper tantrums about how he should still be in heaven. He thinks Adam has somehow gotten worse. He even hit on Angel until he realized he wasn't down for anything unless he paid. This is why Alastor was currently hiding in his new radio tower/bedroom, with Marie fluttering around with a shadow following under her as she liked to stop flying and just fall. She had made a game out of the panic it had instilled in whoever had been closest to her, having to catch her. The first time, it had been Lucifer himself watching her fly around in the lobby when she got tired and stopped, causing Lucifer to go full angel mode and catch her.

The door slammed open as the angel walked in and angrily pointed at the radio demon. "I can't fucking take it anymore! What the hell did you mean when you said I was yours?" The shorter man threw his hand in the air. "First you go all, "GRR, You're Mine," then you bite me nearly/did kill me by chugging my blood like Kool-Aid. Then you put me in YOUR bed and pretend nothing happened for like a month!" He was now standing in front of Alastor, who had been reading a book and lying on his stomach on his bed.

He put the book down. "Nope, didn't happen."

"What the fuck do you mean Nope! You shredded my shirt! Charlie saw me after-" He whispered the next part, "And Lilith, and she kinda called me a whore."

"Are you blushing at being called a whore or being caught?" He melted into the bed and popped up behind the other, now holding Marie. "One moment, Your Majesty." and melted into the shadows again.

He was gone roughly 20 minutes, which was long enough for Lucifer to get even angrier. Now, he was sitting on the bed facing the door like Alastor might use it. The door was still wide open as he glared at it. When the shadows appeared in the doorway, and the demon shut the door, Lucifer pounced, pinning the other to the wall.

"No more running!"

"I simply felt our daughter shouldn't be hearing such colourful language."

Lucifer loosened his grip on the other just enough that Alastor could gain the upper hand and turn them around. He didn't like feeling like he was prey. It definitely didn't help how nice Lucifer looked. Surprised he got pinned and knew he could get out of it. The angel flared his wings on instinct. He wasn't sure what instinct it was, but he did.

He coughed nervously before more calmly asking, "Why do you keep doing things like this?"

The demon leaned in. "Like what?"

Lucifer leaned in, glaring, smashing their faces together. "Like this asshole!"

"I want to!" Static fills his voice. He indeed wants to, and he's mad he does. Every fibre of his being hates being touched. Something about the angel was just so tempting, making him want to hide him away where no one could hear what the demon could do to him, and he wanted to do everything. He wants to take everything. Nothing in him made any sense, never having felt like this. He hates touch but wants to be the only one to touch the other. The only one to insult him, to demean him. To make him cry, Oh, how he wants to see him cry out. His inner monologue almost distracted him from the other, leaning back into the wall. Almost missing the way he looked between his eyes and his lips.

Lucifer was the one to break the contact, pushing past the other. "I'm not some lowly demon you can't just play with." His hands grabbed his own arms, hugging himself. "I am literally the devil, Al. I-I -" He stopped.

The air went oddly stagnant as the radio static stopped. With his head away from the Radio demon, he did not see his eyes change. His neck elongated, his true form coming out before shaking his head and all but the black horns going away. He didn't see the debate on the other's face before he was pushed to the floor, Alastor pressing on his neck as he straddled the other. His ear's fully pressed back as he leaned down, holding his face inches from the angel.

"I want to play with you."
"Fuck" Lucifer's hands scrapped into the floorboards. He leaned his head closer to the other before dropping it back to the ground. As Charlie called it, Alastor was an 'Ace in the hole.' He wouldn't make any move to scare the other one off. He knew that could mean many things, but he also knew he could be misreading the signs. Maybe he was actually going to die, not that Alastor could kill him, but he might just let him.

A static radio growl from above him sounds. Their noses are pressed together now. It would be so easy to close the gap. "Why aren't you playing, Your Majesty?"

He swallows, feeling the hand tighten at the feeling. "I-how, how?"

That seemed enough for the demon as he pressed their lips together, craving something he couldn't place. Everything about the angel seemed to taste exactly like he wanted, and after a harsh bite to his lips, both let out what could only be called a moan. Alastor leaned in for the blood licking into Lucifer's mouth but then quickly pulled back, processing the noise he had just made. His stomach turning in confusion and mild disgust, he threw himself off the other. One moment, he wanted nothing more than to be touching the other to be closer to feel everything, but the next, he was confused, wanting to get away. It was too much, too fast.

"I-" Alastor cleared his throat. "I must be going." He turned and faded away, leaving Lucifer still on the floor.

Lucifer lies there briefly, staring at where the other had left. He could feel the cut on his lip spilling down his face as it healed quickly. Eventually, he sits up, crossing his legs before putting his head in his hands. He felt that he had gone too far. He had let it go too far. He stayed like that for another few moments before standing, blinking back the tears and wiping his face before heading to find who Alastor had given Marie to.