𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐄𝐱𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬 {𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐄}📻🍎

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩: 𝐓𝐞𝐚

                           TRUST EXERCISES
                           R a d i o a p p l e

A slight jazzy tune swirled through the café like building. Accompanied by a slight chatter of sinners and demons sitting down talking to one another. To be clear, it was a very well put together place. And the people who visited were just as well dressed. Lucifer caressed the rim of his teacup, emptiness showing through his eyes. Alastor longly sipped his cup. "Will you stop that!" Lucifer slammed the table top with his fists. "Stop what, my king?" He slyly looked down at Lucifer who sat across from him in the booth. Lucifer rolled his eyes. "Don't they have like coffee or something here?" He asked as he pushed the cup in front of him in the middle of the table. "I'm afraid not!" Alastor pushed the cup back towards Lucifer. "It's not even sweet!" He argued. "That's why I like it." Alastor chimmed, through his radio mimicking voice. "Ugh.." Lucifer brought the tea cup up to his lips and poked it with the tip of his tongue. "Hell. No!" He spaced out his words. "This is disgusting!" Lucifer crossed his arms.

"Ah! I see the Radio Demon is back in town, huh!" A country yet classy voice happily spoke. "Huh?" Lucifer looked up to see a waitress staring at the two. Alastor's grin widened. "Why of course!~" he winked. "Eugh.." Lucifer groaned under his breath. "I didn't see you as the type to go on a date with Mister king here!" The girl looked over at Lucifer before tipping her hat down at him. Alastor's smile grew, before he waved the waitress off. Lucifer leaned in. "Why didn't you correct her?!" He asked. Alastor's eyes darted to Lucifer's. "Correct her? Why would I do so?" He asked. Lucifer's jaw fell. "Uh because I'm the King of Hell? I don't want to be seen as if I'm on a date with an overlord!" He raised his hands up. "Is it a worry of yours, my friend? I'm sure not a soul would dare to write about it!" Alastor's grin slimmed. Lucifer let out a soft sigh, "damnit you're stupid." The king fell back into the booth. "Whatever do you mean!" Alastor chuckled. "Is this some sick plan or something?" Lucifer thought to himself.

He turned his head to look around the cafe. Various demons were looking at the two. Lucifer quickly sunk into his shoulders. "You've had your tea, can we go now?" Lucifer asked. Alastor rolled up his sleeve, and looked down at his wrist watch. "Why, it's only a quarter til 10! We still have all the time in the world!" Alastor unrolled his sleeve and laced his hands around his cup. "Fuck... Well uh.. is there beer here?" Lucifer awkwardly rubbed his neck. Alastor's face twisted into a slight disgust. "Why of course." His eyes slitted.

Before the king knew it there was a beer bottle handed in front of him, leaving a slight and gentle smile on his face. Figuring he'd rather not be sober while hanging out with the deer like overlord, he quickly finished the bottle, asking for a new one. Alastor watched, peering over the scene. Watching as Lucifer had finished three bottles of beer. Every move becoming more and more distasteful. "It's spilling." His voice rippled with static before wiping Lucifer's lips. The fallen Angel looked up at Alastor who gazed above him. Lucifer's gave quickly flushed, on top of the slight blush from the alcohol. Instantly tears started to run down his cheeks.

Alastor's face quickly changed to a confused look. "How unpleasant." Alastor's eyes squinted before he sat up from his booth, walking over towards Lucifer's side. He grabbed the king by his shoulders and dragged him out of his booth. "A shame."

Lucifer's eyes were glazed over as he felt himself being carried, a warmth feeling comforting his body. His before sudden tears slowed to a stop. "Al! What happened to dad?" Charlie asked as they walked through the hotel doors. "Don't worry, my dear!" Alastor's eyes closed as he smiled, before quickly turning to an annoyed and angered expression. As Alastor carried Lucifer ups the stairs, before dropping him as they waited in the elevator. Lucifer steadied himself, gripping onto Alastor's coat. The demons eye twitched. Once the elevator dinged Alastor grabbed Lucifer by the hand and dragged him to his room. "I suppose you'd like a bath run, no?" The demon asked Lucifer. He quickly nodded.

Lucifer sat on his bed, slowly rocking side to side as his viewed his duck themed bedroom that always found a way to give him waves of comfort. Once Alastor arrived back into the room, he told Lucifer to follow him into the bathroom, and so he did. "Woah!! You got the ducks!!" Lucifer crouched down and bopped the floating rubber ducks that layed on top of the warm water, filling the bathtub. He looked up at Alastor with a glee filled smile before turning back to the ducks. The king stood up and started taking off his boots and hat. Alastor's eyes watched intently as Lucifer unbuttoned his blouse. Next, slowly slipping off his undershirt. Then his pants... then his boxers. Alastor stayed the same. Watching Lucifer's every move as he dipped into the bath. "Aaaahh! This is amazing! I love this!!" Lucifer wrapped his arms around his knees, bawling up. Still clearly effected by the alcohol. The king looked up at Alastor who had been staring him up and down. "Uhjj... Where's the bubbles.." Lucifer looked around the bathtub. "You had not asked for any." Alastor replied. Lucifer pouted. "Hey... why is your voice like that.. all Muffle-y it's so annoying.." Alastor squinted his eyes.

A few minutes of gradually sinking into the water had passed. Lucifer lingered his finger in the water then looked up at Alastor, whose gaze hadn't seemed to fade. "Uhh... Al?." Lucifer slurred his words. Alastor flinched at the suddenly given nickname. "You're staring at me." He awkwardly looked down, then back at Alastor. "Do you wanna bite me again?.." Lucifer offered. Still not in his right mind. Alastor's eyes went wide, til they squinted. "I suppose, if you're offering." His smile reached the edges of his face, as he walked over to the tub, he crouched down in front of it. Lucifer went flushed. "Uh..." His breath turned shaky as he looked at Alastor's eyes. They were bright and red, with an even darker sclera surrounding his pupils. His cold fingers wrapped around Lucifer's shoulders, bringing himself in. His teeth sunk deep into Lucifer. Rewarding Alastor with winces of pain. Alastor licked off the golden blood, then bit into his neck. Lucifer wined. 

Once Alastor sat up, he glared down at Lucifer. Though he felt no remorse for a soul... Lucifer's eyes watering sent a wave of guilt through him, seeing as how he'd taken advantage of the drunken king knowing he wouldn't do it if he would've been sober.