~ Prolouge ~

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    Lips met burning skin in an exchange of molten desire. Every graze of sharp teeth left lines of flaming red, opening thin chasms where the fire could escape in forms of crimson and gold. The only breath they could muster were the whispers.

    Oh, the whispers~

    Where snake spilt tongues met blood and tears and blushing cheeks, the whispers slithered past into that darkness.

    "You can take it.."

    "Good boy.."

    "Just a little further.."

    A soft but static jazz filled the space around them, and the deep rumbling voice of a man paired with a smooth lightness of a woman sung about nearness and excitement. The music felt far too calm to match the breathlessness tangled in satin sheets as backs arched and limbs shook with a fragile pleasure that could almost snap. Words were lost to choked gasps and strained cries lilted with a higher pitch.

    Two forms became one, molded together by the molten fire that reformed them in that infernal ritual of pleasure. Grasping to feel that nearness that the song kept lulling about, the two clung to one another as they both pulled each other's strings taut.

    A snap, as one cried out and the other bit down, grinning into soft pale flesh.

    Lucifer couldn't recall the last time his bed had felt so warm.

    Turning to his side, he looked over the taller form now lying beside him. Somehow appearing put-together after such a carnal display, Alastor lay back in a contentment that Lucifer hadn't often seen him wear. He was wearing a red and maroon-lined robe that was severely outdated, but he could not be deterred from the classics. Eyes closed, and a gentle smile on his face, Alastor hummed along the tune of a new song playing throughout the room. Another classic, he claimed, when Lucifer made a comment on his choice.

    Forever observant, Alastor felt the burning gaze of his companion without changing position.
   
    "Is there something you want, Lucifer?" He asked smugly, without glancing over.

    Biting his lip, Lucifer grinned up at him as he tightened his grip on the satin sheets below them. He was covered almost head to toe with dark red bite marks, some deep enough that his angelic blood had brimmed the wounds. His body still had a deep-rooted tremble both from overexertion and adrenaline, but his hooded smoldering gaze only begged for more.

    "Maybe~" Lucifer purred, his tongue poking out to dart across his slightly swollen lips that had experienced their own share of biting and tugging.

    Alastor glanced over then. His blood-red eyes glanced over Lucifer's decorated form, and he grinned to himself a little wider at the masterpiece that he had created. Every streak of gold, every purple-hued bruise, and every blooming red mark belonged to him. Leaning to his side, allowing Lucifer a taste of that deliciousness nearness, Alastor lazily traced his sharp red-tipped fingers from Lucifer's small thigh to his smaller waist at an agonizing pace. He allowed his palm to follow up Lucifer's arm, to his shoulder, and just grazing Lucifer's bite-covered collarbone, Alastor's larger hand came to rest against Lucifer's pale throat.

    Wrapping his fingers tighter around it, Alastor grinned, feeling Lucifer's flustered swallowing pulse against his palm.

    Pulling him closer by his neck, Alastor laughed lowly against his lips, tracing his teeth along his red-marked skin.

    Lucifer trembled, leaning in further as his throat was held hostage, and pressing even further as that warmth began to rise in him again. He groaned, feeling Alastor's teeth against his lower lip, sending his aftershocks into a frenzy that shot through his chest down to his lower abdomen.

    "Please," Lucifer begged, gasping against Alastor's lips, "Take me.."

    The red-clad demon grinned, biting down firmly and pulling softly back, before releasing Lucifer's lower lip.

    Quietly, as if sharing a secret, Alastor whispers, "Oh, Your Highness~"

    He laughs softly,

    "I'm going to take everything~"

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