𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 8

*DISCLAIMER: Things took an unexpectedly smutty turn for this chapter. So, just be aware of that. It's gonna be graphic; nothing insane, but you know. It's there. Enjoy!*

There was debate among the hotel residents about what was going on between the Radio Demon and the King of Hell.

It had always been clear that the two got on each other's nerves. If their fiery first meeting wasn't evidence enough, the jabs and hateful comments they recklessly hurled at each other confirmed how much the two couldn't stand each other. It had been months now since that first meeting, and it wasn't too surprising that they'd calmed down on the bickering, but the sheer amount of flirting between the two is what had everyone on edge.

Husk figured that Alastor was trying to climb the ladder. Angel Dust theorized that Lucifer and Alastor were having crazy, hot, secret sex behind closed doors. Niffty shared a similar opinion, writing fanfiction about the pair in her free time. Charlie and Vaggie, of course, knew the truth. They shared knowing glances every time one of the men would knowingly or unknowingly do something adorably domestic or flirty. Others would quickly look away, stifling a giddy smile or rolling their eyes at the shameless interactions.

One slow afternoon, Angel Dust simply couldn't keep his questions to himself any longer.

"So, I've got a question for ya, short king!" He started, plopping himself down on the barstool next to Lucifer. The blond smiled fondly at the spider, having grown quite comfortable with the ragtag group over the last few months.

"Lay it on me."

"You and the scary guy. What's goin' on there?"

"...you mean Alastor?"

"Yeah, who else? The guy gives me the creeps."

Lucifer pushed the annoyance at how he spoke about his friend aside. He knew Alastor didn't have the shiniest reputation with a majority of the hotel's residents. "Not a whole lot. He isn't too bad when you get to know him."

"Yeah, but you two are like... really close."

The king tried to stay as calm as possible. In truth, he knew people were going to start asking questions. Alastor and him had been getting close. Most evenings, they were together. They read, talked, worked on projects - anything they could do in the same room together, they would. That was not Alastor's normal. Lucifer swallowed nervously. "I guess we just click?"

The man in question materialized from the shadows, spooking Angel from behind. "Hello, my effeminate fellow!"

"JESUS!" Angel spun around and clutched his chest. "Don't do that, you creepy fucker."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, but before he had a chance to retort, Lucifer cut in.

"Angel, with all due respect, I really don't think Charlie wants us talking to each other that way."

Angel looked at him, surprised, before having the sense to look bashful. "Yeah, I guess..."

"Alastor protects the hotel and everyone in it every single day. I understand he isn't the most personable guy here, but maybe we could lighten up a little on the name-calling?"

The spider demon's mind was clearly racing, but he didn't argue with his king. Looking back to Alastor, he said, "I'm sorry, red guy. Force of habit. I do appreciate what you do for us."

The Radio Demon blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting the sentiment. He was quiet for a moment, but eventually stuck out of his hand, which Angel took immediately with a gentle squeeze as they shared a shy smile.