Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

7. I'll protect you my king

A/N:  all credits of the fanart I used for the last chp goes  to https://x.com/car91163134?s=09. I forgot to give credit last time I'm soooo sorry. You can  find him/her/them in Twitter (X)

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~Time skip brought to you by Valentinos porn film~

Alastors POV:

Alastor made his way down to the entertainment room, where the hotel was already in full chaos mode preparing for tonight’s party. Streamers hung from every available surface, confetti was being enthusiastically thrown by… someone (probably Nifty), and Angel Dust was tying balloons to random objects like it was his personal mission to cause as much confusion as possible.

But Alastor’s mind was elsewhere.

He wasn’t particularly interested in the party. No, his thoughts were squarely focused on the upcoming moment where he’d get to see Lucifer in that dress. The very thought made his ears twitch, and his grin stretched just a little wider. Oh, how devilishly gorgeous Lucifer would look, all dressed up, maybe even—

"ALASTOR!" Charlie’s cheery voice snapped him back to reality with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. "Can you help with the decorations, please?"

He blinked, clearing his throat. "Of course, dear!" he chimed, forcibly shoving the mental image of a certain fallen angel in a seductive gown far into the back of his mind.

Angel Dust sidled up to him as he untangled a banner, his smirk as mischievous as ever. "Mornin’, Radiohead. Got your eyes on somethin' hot?" He wiggled his eyebrows in a way that made it painfully obvious he knew exactly what Alastor had been thinking.

"Why, my effeminate friend, I wouldn’t know anything about that," Alastor replied, making sure to keep his voice perfectly smooth as he hung the banner. It was becoming increasingly difficult to keep a straight face, though. Angel Dust had a knack for getting under his skin—sometimes, literally.

"Uh-huh." Angel Dust slid down the ladder, winking. "Sure ya don’t. The king's looking extra twinky this morning, huh?"

Alastor couldn’t help but chuckle at that. "Always a gentleman, my friend. Always."

Angel Dust gave him a grin that suggested he knew way too much, then sauntered off toward the bar, where Husker was already doing his morning stretches: lifting a bottle of whiskey to his lips. Classic.

Alastor, in desperate need of distraction, made his way to the kitchen, where Lucifer stood in his ridiculously cute pajamas, methodically flipping pancakes. It was almost… domestic. Weird, but domestic.

Lucifer didn’t even look up from his pancakes. "Good morning," he yawned, as if the King of Hell had nothing better to do than make breakfast like some kind of infernal chef.

"Good morning, Sire," Alastor replied, grabbing his coffee cup. "Are you feeling well? Will you be… alright at the party tonight?"

Lucifer paused mid-flip, his expression suddenly clouding over. "I’m a little nervous, honestly," he admitted, stacking another pancake onto the plate. "There’ll be so many sinners, and… what if someone tries to, you know…" He lowered his voice. "Touch me inappropriately?"

Alastor stared, nearly choking on his coffee. The King of Hell, the guy who could literally summon legions of demons with a snap of his fingers, was worried about a catcall?

"Why don’t you just… kill them?" Alastor asked, the most logical solution in his mind.

Lucifer stared at his pancakes like they held the answers to the universe. "I don’t know," he mumbled. "When it comes to… sexual stuff, I just kind of freeze. People have yelled things at me before, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything."

Alastor, without even thinking, scooped Lucifer up and plopped him right on the kitchen counter. The sudden urge to protect this fragile little pancake-flipping monarch took over, and before he knew it, he was leaning in close. Very close.

"As long as I’m with you, NO ONE will ever touch you, my king," he whispered, his voice low and firm.

Lucifer’s eyes widened, and for a moment, Alastor thought the poor guy might actually combust. It wasn’t like he hadn’t called Lucifer "sire" or "your majesty" before, but "my king"? Yeah, that one was new.

Lucifer’s response was immediate. He flung his arms around Alastor’s neck and locked his legs around his waist like he was clinging to a lifeline. Before Alastor could blink, their noses were nearly touching, and Lucifer’s fingers were weaving through his hair.

"Thank you, Alastor," Lucifer murmured, and just like that, he kissed him. Soft. Gentle. Completely free of the usual theatrics.

For a moment, Alastor forgot where they were. He forgot the pancakes. He forgot the party. He forgot everything except Lucifer.

But, being Alastor, he pulled away first, giving Lucifer a cheeky grin. "Your pancakes are going to get cold, you know."

Lucifer blinked, as if remembering the existence of breakfast for the first time. "Oh! Right!" He quickly hopped off the counter, plate in hand, and started toward the door. But then, just before leaving, he turned back, looking at the floor with uncharacteristic shyness. "Hey, Al?"

"Yes?"

"The ball is at 7. Could you, um… come to my room at 5:30 to help me… you know, get dressed?"

Alastor, normally quick with a comeback, felt his brain short-circuit for just a second. "Of course, dear," he replied, managing to sound calm despite the fact that he was currently screaming internally. "But only if you help me with my tie. I still haven’t quite mastered those."

Lucifer beamed, then darted back over, grabbed Alastor’s jacket, and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. "Deal! See you at 5:30!" And with that, he sprinted out of the kitchen, leaving Alastor standing there, coffee forgotten, a goofy grin on his face as he rubbed his cheek.

Yeah. Tonight was going to be very interesting.

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A/N: two chps on the same day. Sexy time is coming be patient! Also Thank you very much for all the support
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