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Chapter 09

The following day in the office, the atmosphere was charged. Lucifer lounged in his chair, casually tossing a pen back and forth, while Adam paced in front of him, his frustration evident. 

"Lucifer, you owe me," Adam demanded, his voice rising with each word. "Stop with the jokes and give me the money you promised!"

Lucifer chuckled dismissively, tilting his head. "Come on, Adam. Lighten up! It's just a little cash."

Adam's irritation flared. "This isn't a joke! You think you can just laugh this off? Stop with that bullshit!"

Alastor, standing a few feet away, placed a firm hand on Adam's shoulder, attempting to diffuse the situation. "Let it go, Adam. You're not helping anything by getting worked up."

But Lucifer waved his hand dismissively, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "No, let him vent. It's just too entertaining."

As the other workers filed out of the office, leaving only Adam and Alastor with Lucifer, the tension escalated dangerously. Adam's anger transformed into aggression, and Lucifer's playful facade shifted to something darker.

"What's the matter, Adam? You can't handle a little teasing?" Lucifer taunted, the words dripping with condescension.

Adam stepped forward, invading Lucifer's personal space. "You think you're untouchable, don't you?"

Adam hesitated for only a moment before he crossed the room and grabbed Lucifer by the collar, slamming his lips against Lucifer's in a violent kiss. Lucifer didn't resist; he moaned into the kiss, allowing Adam to rip his shirt off, exposing his pale, muscular chest.

Adam's hands were rough, his movements frantic. Within moments, Lucifer was stripped naked, his only adornment a black silk tie from his suit, tied tightly around his wrists. Adam forced Lucifer down onto the table, pinning him with his weight and putting saliva in his butthole. Lucifer's breath hitched as Adam kissed him hard, the passion bordering on brutality while Adam's cock explored Lucifer.

The door to the office burst open just as Adam was about to take things further. Alastor stormed into the room, his eyes flashing with fury. Without hesitation, he grabbed Adam by the back of his shirt and yanked him off Lucifer, throwing him to the floor.

"What the hell, man?" Adam shouted, scrambling to his feet.

"Get out," Alastor growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.

Adam opened his mouth to protest, but one look at Alastor's face silenced him. He stumbled to the door and fled the room, leaving Lucifer still sprawled naked on the table, panting, his wrists bound by his tie.

Lucifer looked taken aback, a mix of shock and a flicker of intrigue in his eyes. "What are you doing?" he challenged, a hint of curiosity lacing his voice.

Alastor leaned in, his expression fierce. "I'm done being your pawn, Lucifer. You think you can control everything, but I won't let you walk all over me anymore."

Lucifer felt a thrill rush through him, the unexpected turn of events igniting something deep within. "You think pushing me like this will change anything?" he smirked, trying to maintain a semblance of his usual bravado. "I know your type, Alastor. You won't do anything reckless."

But there was a fire in Alastor's eyes, a strength that had been buried for too long. "Try me."

In that charged moment, the room seemed to shrink around them, the air thick with unspoken feelings and unresolved tension. Alastor's assertiveness marked a turning point in their relationship, challenging Lucifer's control. 

Lucifer, known for his emotional unavailability and cruel games, felt the facade cracking. "You don't get to be angry with me, Alastor. I was just having some fun," he said, though the words felt hollow even to him.

Alastor's grip on Lucifer's arms tightened, an unfamiliar sense of empowerment surging through him. "This isn't fun for me, Lucifer. You think I'm just here to play your games? I'm more than that, and I deserve more than being a toy for you to use."

That night, Alastor sat at a small table in the dimly lit corner of the bar, a plate of unappetizing food in front of him. Husk was busy wiping down the bar, muttering under his breath, while Angel Dust leaned back in his chair, his demeanor relaxed yet observant. The atmosphere was filled with the low hum of chatter and clinking glasses, a welcome distraction from the earlier tension with Lucifer.

"Hey, Al," Angel said, breaking the silence. "What's got you looking like a kicked puppy? You need to lighten up."

Alastor forced a smile, though it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Just trying to forget some things," he replied, hoping to sidestep the topic.

Husk raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. "You know, a drink might help with that. Or two."

"Not tonight," Alastor replied, shaking his head. "But I'd like to hear how you two met. It must be quite the story." 

Angel leaned forward, a sly grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you have no idea! Buckle up, this one's a trip." 

As he began recounting the tale, the scene shifted to a flashback, taking Alastor back in time.

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