𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

pt 9

The days passed easily for the two men caught up in their secret love affair. Alastor and Lucifer spent their time helping Charlie with anything she needed, from the littlest chore to the biggest project her incredible mind could think up. They had become quite the team.

The whispers and odd looks never escaped Alastor's notice, though he was unsure if Lucifer ever caught on to them. He flitted around the hotel, happy and carefree, unabashedly throwing the demon a smile or a wink any chance he got. The Radio Demon would roll his eyes - every time - but he enjoyed it, deep down. He was nowhere near ready to admit the depth of his feelings for the fallen angel...but that didn't mean he couldn't still enjoy the benefits of this newfound closeness.

The king's current fixation was watching Alastor in the kitchen. He adored the way he looked in his apron, the way he practically danced around the room in perfect time, how his brow would crinkle slightly with how focused he would get.

The sort of focus that was just begging to be broken.

Alastor stood at the counter, a determined look on his face as he gathered ingredients for his latest culinary experiment. With a flourish, he rolled up his sleeves and set to work, his focus solely on the task at hand.

Meanwhile, Lucifer leaned against the doorway, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he watched Alastor's every move. He couldn't resist the urge to tease the demon, especially when he was so engrossed in his cooking.

"Whatcha making, Al?" Lucifer purred, his voice dripping with playful curiosity as he sauntered into the kitchen, his gaze fixed on Alastor's back.

Alastor didn't look up from his chopping board, his hands moving with practiced precision as he replied, "Just a little something for lunch. Nothing too fancy."

Lucifer smirked, a devilish gleam in his eyes as he crept closer to Alastor, his breath ghosting over his neck. "Mind if I lend a hand?" he murmured, his voice low and suggestive.

Alastor tensed slightly at the sensation of Lucifer's proximity, but he quickly regained his composure, refusing to let himself be distracted. "I think I can handle it, Luci," he replied, his tone clipped as he continued to chop vegetables with unwavering focus.

Undeterred, Lucifer leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Alastor's ear as he whispered, "Are you sure about that, darling? I could think of a few ways to spice things up in here."

Alastor's grip tightened around the knife, his eyes flashing with a hint of danger as he turned to face Lucifer, a predatory smirk curling his lips. "Oh, I'm quite sure, my little king," he replied, his voice low. "But if you insist on distracting me, I might have to take matters into my own hands."

Lucifer's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden shift in Alastor's demeanor, a thrill of excitement coursing through him at the hint of danger. "Is that a threat, sinner?" he teased, his voice tinged with anticipation.

Alastor leaned in closer, his breath hot against Lucifer's skin as he pressed him against the counter, his gaze smoldering with desire. "Consider it a promise," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "Now, are you going to behave, or do I need to remind you who's in charge?"

Lucifer's pulse quickened at the dominance in Alastor's tone, a shiver of anticipation coursing through him at the thought of what was to come. "I think I can behave," he replied, his voice breathless with excitement. "For now, at least."

With a wicked grin, Alastor released his hold on Lucifer, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he returned to his cooking, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "Good boy," he purred, his voice laced with promise. "Now, where were we?"