The sinners secret. {radioapple}

🍎chapter 8🍎

-alastor pov-
   ⚠️warning: mention of self harm and blood⚠️
I lay in bed, listening to the different breathing from all over the hotel. I've had quite a few drinks with the king tonight. The king..I feel so different than I did when we first met..I hear footsteps..weird..its quite late.
A knock on my door interrupted my thoughts.
"Al.." a sleepy voice mumbles.
I sigh and get out of bed, opening the door and looking down at the short king. "Lucifer. I thought I said go to bed.."
He frowns, hes still drunk. Fuck.
"I don't wanna.." he mumbles,
I pull him in and close the door before anyone sees us. Its extremely late.
The short king clings onto me and I tense up. Shit.
"Al..." he mumbles. "You're so tense.."
I stay completely silent.
He looks up at me. "Al..?"
"Alastor?"
"Hello..?"
"Bambi??"
Its to late. I'm already gone. My breathe quickens as my ears fall flat. My vision blurring by the second.
"Alastor!" The king yells.
I look down at him. But I don't hear him.
He stares at me with worry in his eyes, before looking around. He grabs a knife and cuts open his wrist. The golden blood trickles down his wrist as the sweet scent fills my nose.
"Can you hear me?"
"W-what?"
"Alastor.."
I look at him, and then down at his bleeding wrist. He offers it to me. And fuck I can't control it..I lean down and suck the blood off his wrist..licking the wound clean..it tastes so good..hell it might even beat my moms jumbalaya.
   "Answer me al.."
I look at him. "I-...im sorry."
He frog blinks and looks around the room. He then walks past me and climbs into my bed.
"Sire. What the hell are you doing?"
He doesn't even respond..falling asleep in my bed. Again.
What the hell do I do now..
"God damn it Lucifer.." I mumble.
I just sigh and climb into bed, turning the opposite way of the now asleep king.
                                            ...
As the night goes on I can't sleep. All I can think about is him..and that sweet blood..its delicious enough to make a man go insane..unluckily for him. I already am.
                 I turn over to face him, hes laying on his stomach, cuddling the pillow his head is rest on, how cute.
                   He mumbles something in his sleep, I wonder what about, so I scoot closer to sleep if he'll mumble again. "Lil..ith.."
He frowns and shifts a bit. Ah. A nightmare.
    "My leige."
He shifts some more, even if he does wake up he'll be to hungover. I sigh.
     "Al..I need you.." He mumbles..I freeze..what did he just say..
                              "My leige.."
He whimpers and climbs over to me, hes awake, just barely. I tense up as he cuddles me like the pillow he had moments before..what is this feeling..no no no..rosie can't be right! Not on this!
He sniffles and nuzzles into my chest.
  "I'm sorry.." he mumbles..
"S-sorry for what..my leige.."
he sleepily looks up at me, pain in his eyes.
"You don't like touch. I'll make it up to you tomorrow.." he says, cuddling back into me..
I don't say anything..I can't..hes so..cute..no! I can't think this way..not about the king of hell..but he's so...thoughtful...and his blood? I've always desired the taste of it..I can smell it..
   "My..my leige.." I mumble, my voice is husky. The scent is overwhelming as his breathe tickles me neck.. "sire.."
His breathe hits my neck.
            "Al.." he whispers. I look down at him.
"Yes..lu.."
       He sits up and looks at me, "lu..?"
My ears shift and my breathe hitches..
       He looks at me, and I look at him.
It feels like an eternity..
   "I-..." he starts..but he doesn't finish that sentence..my eyes locked on his...he leans down closer to me...