HELLISH LOVE ( a radioapple/appleradio story )

𝒕𝒘𝒐, Angelic Juice Box

No one's POV:

Alastor's eerie grin widened, he didn't have much of a choice here. He needed Lucifer's help. Now. "I suppose you could be of assistance to me...but if your plan is to juke me, it's not going to work.." He argued, clenching his bloody red abdomen. He winced in pain, biting his lip to stop most of the sounds of discomfort from escaping his mouth.

Lucifer's POV:

I sighed, did I actually want to help him?...meh, it's not like I'd get anything from it , though.. Oh! Charlie would thank me! And we could sing, make some ducks! AWH, it would be s-okay, I'm getting ahead of myself. "Nope! I'm helping you out of pure pity, be grateful you're getting such treatment from the King of Hell!" I snorted, smiling teasingly at him. Wow, it felt nice to tick people off! Especially Alastor. He rolled his eyes at me, ugh, that creepy grin of his was so freaky.

Buuuut, I did have to help him-since I did agree to it. Fine, fine!

Alastor's POV:

I coughed, blood spurting out from his mouth. Shit-I'm so vulnerable right now.. He chuckles, looking down at me. Ugh, I wanna hit him so bad right now, but I'm too weak to do so, let alone breathe properly. He brought his right arm to my face, rolling up his white sleeves and showing his flawless white, milky skin to me. "Here, since I agreed to healing your wounds." Lucifer explained, he was so annoying..

Without hesitation, I bit down on his forearm. Hard. My sharp yellow teeth breaking a bit of his skin; I drank greedily-I didn't care if I looked weak right now, I needed to heal. And this was the only way. My eyes widened, oh my God.. his blood was delicious!! Mm, the taste was..well- heavenly to say the least.

Lucifer's POV:

I gasped sharply, I didn't expect him to agree to it so easily.. I bit my lip, trying to stop the sounds of pain and bit of pleasure from escaping my lips. I failed miserably, he bit down so quick-I barely had any time to prepare! Oh....fuck, my throat let out a quiet "argh.." and a few "mmm"s. He bit down harder, I yelped. God—now I sound weak!

I just had to take it, the pain and pleasure from Alastor's sharp teeth in my forearm. A few droplets of my blood had dripped down, landing on his gloved hand.

Alastor's POV:

I released my teeth from piercing his skin, leaving an imprint of the inside of my mouth, a bit of saliva, and a hickey from the intense biting on his arm. He cleared his throat, looking away from me at the ruins of the hotel; it was obvious he was flustered.

I widened my grin, preparing to thank him...in my own words, of course. I would sound desperate if I just said "thank you." I sighed, loosening my grip on my abdomen. "I'm grateful for your generous gesture to heal my wounds, Your Majesty.." Ugh, I still sound desperate either way..

"Yeah, yeah. It's whatever. This doesn't mean I like you, though..!" He retorted.

"I wouldn't expect any less from you, Your Majesty."