A few days later.
The remodeling should have been completed by now, but Charlie was in no rush. The two fathers understood this, so they didn't complain.Lucifer had grown accustomed to the demon's presence. However, he could be careless at times. Around 1 a.m., he finished his work on some rubber ducks. It had been a while since he had time to create something.
Recently, he had spent more time with the hotel crews for celebrations or rebuilding.
As he opened his bathroom door, he was deeply immersed in the thoughts of his craft.
"... Agh!!"
Lucifer weirdly screamed and immediately slammed the door. Indeed, Alastor was the one who was supposed to exclaim.
Lucifer opened the door while the demon was taking a shower.
"I'm s- so.. shocked! You should lock the door, gentleman!" Lucifer meant to say sorry but failed.
He couldn't hear anything through the door, the silence awkward. After a few moments, Lucifer could hear the faucet running. He tried to forget what he had just seen before the demon finished showering, but he couldn't.The image lingered in his mind -the demon's wet hair, the unexpected little fluffy tail, the pale and slightly dark-toned skin beneath the pouring water spray, and...
BANNG
The door suddenly opened almost enough to crack the wall. Lucifer hiccupped in surprise. He didn't look back but could feel the demon's eyes on him.
"Good-Evening-Sir."
His radio voice creepily cracked more than usual. Lucifer adjusted himself and looked back at him.Wow... Lucifer has never seen a smile like that packed with irritation. He was already dressed up and freaking glaring at Lucifer with a smile, like a serial killer who just decided his next victim.
Lucifer laughed awkwardly, a common reaction when he felt uncomfortable. "Oops- that's a very common occurrence when you live together. Haha!"
Alastor simply sighed and walked to the dressing table, passing by Lucifer. He roughly brushed his ears and dried them. Lucifer caught a glimpse of the demon's tail, its silhouette visible beneath the clothing. The image lingered in his mind, filling him with a sense of disharmony.
"Um... hey, deer guy." Although the king was thoroughly ignored, he kept on. "The scar on your chest."Lucifer couldn't help but notice the distinct, deep scar on Alastor's torso. "Was it from the battle with Adam?"
"You- are- so- vexing, sir. What's it to you?" Alastor pronounced each word clearly on purpose.Undeterred, Lucifer moved closer, but Alastor retreated. Lucifer spoke with confidence.
"Why didn't you tell us? Injuries from angels never heal naturally on their own, you fool! Let me take a look."
Alastor snorted dismissively. "Non-Sense! There is no way I will expose my nude or my wound to you again."
But it was a meaningless echo. Using his magic, Lucifer swiftly lifted Alastor and laid him on the bed. Alastor's eyes betrayed his irritation once more. Lucifer straddled him to unbutton the demon's nightshirt."...Didn't you say you weren't going to force anyone?" Alastor narrowed his eyes.
"Emergencies are an exception," Lucifer replied, undoing the buttons.The wound was now fully exposed. That was far worse than Lucifer had anticipated. He couldn't believe he hadn't noticed it until now. Lucifer sighed.
"So, what are you going to do, Your Highness? Sue me for not telling you?"
"Shut up," Lucifer commanded, raising his hand.For a moment, Alastor thought he might get slapped. But instead, the king brought his hand to his mouth and bit into his own wrist. "What..." Alastor tried to comprehend what Lucifer was doing.
As he pulled them out, a golden drop of blood blossomed on his wrist. Lucifer positioned his wrist just above Alastor's mouth."Drink it," he instructed. Seeing Alastor only gaping, Lucifer elaborated, "Angel's blood is the quickest cure for a wound like this. Just a drop will work."
Lucifer waited, sitting on the demon and looking down at him. Alastor could barely feel the man's weight. It was like a feather. He stared at the softly glowing blood. He was overwhelmed by an indescribable sensation.
The blood, on the pale white wrist of the noble and fallen, elicited a strong urge to taste it.
As Alastor nodded, the king let the drop fall between the demon's lips. Alastor swallowed.
"... ..."
Alastor had never imagined tasting an angel's blood, despite his fondness for consuming carcasses.He despised angels. Yet an overwhelming thirst now compelled him to crave the blood's flavor. The urge was nearly irresistible.
"...You okay?" Lucifer eventually asked with a hint of anxiety in his voice. The usually boisterous radio demon had been uncharacteristically quiet. "It should start healing soon."It was only then that Alastor realized the persistent pain was slowly easing. He had been so deeply absorbed in the sensation that he hadn't noticed.
The feeling was almost... ecstasy. He cleared his throat and donned his broad, smiling mask once more.
"-How considerate of you! I'm so delighted to receive aid from the fallen angel!" Alastor smirked as he spoke, while Lucifer rolled his eyes, a mix of annoyance and relief washing over him as he attempted to turn onto his side.But then, the world spun, and he found himself lying on his back, unable to comprehend the situation for a few seconds. Alastor was now on top of him, looking down.
"What are you—" Lucifer began to protest, but the demon interrupted. "I'm afraid you've broken our rule, Your Majesty."
The demon smirked, throwing a shadow over the king. Just a few minutes ago, the demon was like a childish deer. He was a still weaker demon, but now his eyes glowed with a sort of insane desire suddenly. Lucifer lost his words. His creaking giggles made Lucifer creep all over.
"What?" Lucifer frowned in anger to hide his subtle fear. The demon's unpleasantly gentle voice was too close. "You crossed the line."
At that moment, Lucifer realized they were in the middle of the line on the bed just a few seconds ago. Alastor's right hand was on the king's chest before he knew.
"And you took a peep of my body."
"Hey, I'm-, that's not-" Lucifer stammered in confusion. He could feel the cold, sharp claw on his chest. It was slowly slipping down his body.
"You like the equality, angel." the voice turned to almost growling. "Then you should pay the same."
Unknown feeling ran down the demon's spine. The drop of blood, permeated to his body, must be a poison. Toxic enough to melt and mix the whole resentment and filthy desire.To be continued
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AlastorxLucifer /Get Outta My Room!
FanfictionWhat if Lucifer and Alastor have to share a room? Pervert Alastor, Optimistic Lucifer, Alastor is going to be obese to Lucifer, From Comedy to a bit dark story, From hatred to a toxic relationship, Alastor mistakes the domination desire for love, So...