Hotel Hatred (Alastor×Lucifer)

Ch.3: Knock at His Door

HEADS UP: Ch includes swear words, and minor smutty talk

        🦌Alastor's POV📻
The kiss lasted for a few seconds, until we both ended pulling away. I look at his, a slight blush on my face. But Lucifer was a different story, he was as red as the apple on his God damn cane. He just looked at me, a blushing mess.

He broke the silence, "Heh, damn." We both almost immediately burst out laughing at his comment. "Ya, know I know why Lilith liked you so much." "Trust me, you ain't seen the best part yet," he said with a smirk on his face. The fuck he mean by that...and why am I interested to know.

          🐤Lucifer's POV🍎
He kissed me, let's fucking go!...eh hem...anyway. I was about to say something, when there was a knock on the door. "Who the hell is awake at this hour?" I get up, and was about to open the door, when Alastor slapped my hand. "Ow! The hell was that for!?" "This isn't your room dumbass," he said crossing his arms. "Wouldn't it be suspicious you answer my door for me?" "Ohh...ya your right." I stood next to the door, as Alastor opened it.

"Oh, good morning my deer Charlie." Charlie? What the fuck was Charlie doing at Alastor's room at 8am? "Hey Al, have you seen my dad he's not in his room. I thought he would be in his office making another duck for his collection." "Ah yes, your father does have a rubber duck obsession." I was about to say, 'Hey, it's not that big of a collection', when Alastor's hand covered my mouth. My face quickly heat up. Charlie raised an eyebrow at the action, but just shook it off. "I was just stopping by to see if you knew where he is. Have you seen him today," Alastor shook his head, "I haven't seen the little duck man, no."

"Alright, if you see him can you tell him I'm looking for him?" "Of course, will do my deer," he said with his usual cocky grin, which I didn't find as stupid. "Thanks Al!" Charlie walked away, and Alastor closed the door.

         🦌Alastor's POV📻
I looked back at Lucifer who was...blushing? I moved my hand from his mouth. He sighed, "Little duck man?" "I mean...the description fits you well, deer." He rolled his eyes, "Trust me, I'm not little." He walked over to the window, opening the curtains. I was quickly reminded I was dealing with a hangover. "I hate to break it to you Lucifer, but you're barely 5 feet tall." He turned around with a smirk on his face, "Not what I ment." The room was filled with the sound if radio static for a second, as I processed what he said. Once I got it my face immediately heated up. "Oh...uhh..." He chuckled as he walked past me to go into the bathroom.

I sat down on the side of my bed holding my head, dealing with the pain and thinking about what he said. Thinking about it a little too much. Lucifer walked out with a glass of water and a few pain killers. "Here," he said handing me the stuff, "for the hangover." "What? How did you-" "How did I know?" He sat down on the edge of my bed with me, as I took the pain killers, wanting to get rid of the headache as fast as I could. "Al, I basically had to carry you to your your room, and you can't even remember it. If you're not hungover, that's a damn miracle." We both chuckled. "Thanks Luc...ifer. Thanks Lucifer." He quickly caught the nickname, "No problem Al...astor." He paused in a jocking manner mocking me.