Alastors POV:
Alastor stood in his tower, clutching his stomach like it had personally insulted him. Blood was everywhere, and no matter what he did, the bleeding wouldn’t stop.
"How did this happen?" he muttered to himself, his mind replaying the absolute disaster that was his fight with Adam. Oh, how he wanted to murder that smug-faced jerk. But first, he had a slightly more pressing problem: not bleeding out all over his favorite floor. Bandages? Useless. Magic? Nope. Alastor was officially out of ideas.
Then came footsteps. “Great,” he thought, “who could be bothering me now?”
The door swung open, and in walked Lucifer, cane in hand, jacket and hat mysteriously absent, as if this were some casual visit. "Fucking Hell, you're here? Charlie's been looking all over for—"
And then Lucifer saw the blood. And the wound. And more blood.
Lucifer's POV:
It took a moment for his brain to catch up. There was Alastor—usually terrifying, always smiling—bleeding like he'd just lost a knife fight with a really angry steak. Lucifer blinked, trying to piece this together.
"ALASTOR, HOW DID THIS—"
"None of YOUR concern," he snapped, his smile still disturbingly intact, even as blood was basically everywhere. How was he not freaking out?
"Alastor… you need help," he said, voice soft. Look, Lucifer may not like the guy, but there’s something unnerving about seeing him in a state that can only be described as ‘help-me-I’m-dying’. And he looked scared, like a deer caught in headlights. Pun completely intended.
"I don't need help. I'll do everything myself," Alastor grumbled, which was laughable, considering he was one second away from keeling over.
"Alastor,"he said, keeping his calm. "I’m guessing that wound was from an angelic weapon?"
Silence. Then a begrudging look away, which was as good as a confirmation.
"Yeah, that’s what I thought. Only angelic power can heal this. If you don't get help, you're going to, you know, die," Lucifer said, trying to hammer the point home.
Alastor sighed, looking more irritated than scared now. "Fine."
Finally, some sense. The king smiled and approached him slowly. "Sit down, will you?"
To his surprise, Alastor actually listened. Lucifer instructed him to take off his shirt so he could get a clear view of the wound. And look, he's a professional… but holy hell, Alastor was ripped. Six-pack abs, toned muscles—it was a whole situation. Focus, Lucifer, focus.
Lucifer hovered his hand over the wound, letting some angelic energy flow. The bleeding stopped, but it was temporary. "The bleeding's under control, but you’ll need pure angelic blood for a month or two to fully heal."
"And where do I get that?" he asked, voice unusually soft. Was it him, or was Alastor’s natural voice kind of…hot.
"Well, I can give you some," he offered. Alastor's eyes went wide. Yeah, even Lucifer was surprised by that one.
"You’d give me blood? Really?" Alastor asked, genuinely shocked.
"Yeah, why not? I’m immortal. Worst case, I’ll get a little dizzy. Besides, I’m the King of Hell. I can't just let one of my people bleed out."
Alastor stared at him, then out the window, probably wondering what kind of cosmic prank this was. "Fine," he said.
Lucifer removed my bow tie and unbuttoned my shirt, exposing his neck. "Just… go easy, alright?"
Alastor’s version of “easy” was apparently not in the dictionary. He grabbed Lucifer's leg, picked him up, and placed him on his lap like he weighed nothing. Lucifer's face turned about ten shades of gold as Alastor wrapped his arms around his waist and bit into his skin. And, the biting was intense. Golden blood trickled down, and he drank, sending these weird shocks of pleasure through him. Lucifer tried to keep it together, but a few moans slipped out. Just a few.
Alastor’s POV:
Lucifer’s blood tasted like nothing he’d ever had before. Alastor had human blood, demon blood, but this… angelic blood? It was intoxicating. Lucifer's soft moans didn’t help, either. He wanted more. But pulled away, licking his lips and catching his breath.
Lucifer, though? The sight was priceless. The King of Hell, flushed gold, shirt halfway off, breathing heavily like he’d just run a marathon. It was almost enough to make him forget he was injured.
Almost.
"Well, you'll need blood for the next month, at least," Lucifer stuttered, looking more embarrassed than anything.
"Yes, but… you should cover up first," Alastor said, trying to refocus. He quickly buttoned up, blushing furiously. It was oddly cute.
And then they were just… standing there. Alastor, miraculously not bleeding to death anymore, and him, the King of Hell, awkwardly staring at the floor like this wasn’t the weirdest encounter of their lives.
"So... are you coming?" Lucifer asked, breaking the silence.
"Y-yeah, I'll come," Alastor stammered.
They headed out of the tower, side by side, not saying much, but there was definitely something unspoken between them. Maybe it was the blood. Or maybe it was the fact that for the first time in a while, Alastor didn’t feel so… alone.
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AN: 1005 words for my first chp isn't that bad is it? Anyway my first ever story. sorry if it's bad but I tried my best . I've read more the 20 novels but it's my first time writing so heh. I'll post more if ya guys want .
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FanfictionSo....first story(it's good pls read). So this takes place after alsotor had his mental breakdown in his tower.He gets injured and lucifer offers to help him . It contains smut btw so :) So what happened is Lucifer gave his blood to Al for his wound...
