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Chapter 15

As the conversation shifted to Husk's past, Alastor leaned in with curiosity. "So, how did you and Lucifer meet?"

Husk, clearly a bit reluctant but seeing no harm in it, sighed before answering. "It was in high school. Lucifer was already... well, being Lucifer. He had this weird thing about taking intimate pictures of himself and using them to, uh, get back at people who he'd bottom for. He always laughed about me wanting to get into med school, like I wasn't cut out for it."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And you two stayed in contact?"

"Yeah," Husk replied, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "Somehow we just... kept crossing paths and now I'm working for him."

Before Alastor could pry further, the air in the room grew heavy. Lucifer, who had apparently been eavesdropping, stepped into the room. His face was dark, his usual mischievous grin replaced with something far more dangerous. "You're talking about that part of my life?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "The part I wanted to forget."

The tension in the room skyrocketed. For a moment, it looked like things could spiral into something much worse. Alastor felt his heart rate spike, his hand twitching at his side as if readying to intervene.

Husk, caught off guard, stared at Lucifer, unsure of what to say. Lucifer's eyes were blazing, and for a second, it looked like violence was imminent.

But Alastor, sensing the danger, quickly regained his composure. He stood up and took a step back, hands raised in a calming gesture. "Lucifer, let's not escalate this." His voice was steady, keeping his emotions tightly in check despite the storm brewing inside him. 

Lucifer's breathing was heavy, his fists clenched, but Alastor's calm demeanor seemed to reach him. He hesitated, and the sharpness in his gaze wavered. He blinked a few times, and the rage seemed to drain from his body, leaving only a simmering frustration. 

For a brief, charged moment, Lucifer and Alastor locked eyes. It was as if something unspoken passed between them. Lucifer, for all his bravado, saw something in Alastor's eyes that made him pause. Perhaps it was the recognition of shared pain, or the weight of unspoken desires.

Lucifer looked away, his jaw clenched. "You don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. "Don't act like you do."

Alastor remained silent, his heart beating loudly in his chest. He'd always been able to handle Lucifer, always kept things under control. But this moment revealed something new, something far more dangerous. Lucifer wasn't just toying with him—there were deeper feelings at play, feelings neither of them had been willing to confront until now.

Both men were trapped by their pasts, by their fears of showing any vulnerability. Alastor, despite his control, felt the pull of something more with Lucifer.

After the tension-filled encounter, Alastor noticed Lucifer's lingering frustration. Wanting to ease the tension but not entirely sure how, he offered, "Need a ride home?"

Lucifer, still quiet and brooding, nodded without much thought. "Yeah, sure."

The drive was mostly silent, the hum of the car the only sound filling the space between them. Alastor kept his eyes on the road, but he could feel the tension still hanging in the air. Lucifer leaned against the window, staring out into the night, clearly lost in his thoughts.

As they drove through the city streets, Lucifer suddenly spoke up. "Stop the car."

Alastor glanced over, confused. "What?"

"Stop the car," Lucifer repeated, his tone sharper this time.

Alastor frowned but pulled over to the side of the road. They were parked in front of an old cinema, the glowing marquee advertising a late-night porn film. Alastor blinked, trying to make sense of what was happening. 

Lucifer unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to Alastor, his signature smirk returning. "Come on," he said, opening the door. "Let's go."

"To... the movies?" Alastor asked, still not entirely understanding.

Lucifer chuckled. "Not just any movie," he replied, already halfway out of the car. "A special one."

Alastor hesitated but followed Lucifer inside. The cinema was nearly empty, a small group of people scattered throughout the dark theater. The screen flickered with the opening credits of a sex-themed film. The room was dimly lit, and the atmosphere was thick with tension.

Lucifer led Alastor to seats near the back. As the movie began already with a woman sucking a man's balls, Alastor realized exactly what kind of film this was—intense, filled with power dynamics, submission, and control. It was raw, almost uncomfortably so, and Alastor could feel the heat rising in his cheeks as he glanced over at Lucifer, who was watching the screen with a smirk.

The scenes unfolded in front of them, bodies moving in sync with whips, restraints, and the sharp crack of authority. Alastor shifted in his seat, trying to remain composed, but the intensity of the film and the presence of Lucifer beside him made it hard to focus.

Lucifer leaned over, his voice low and teasing. "Do you like it?"

Alastor clenched his jaw, trying to keep his composure. "You brought me here for a reason, didn't you?" he replied, his voice steady but tight.

Lucifer grinned, his eyes flashing with mischief. "Maybe. Thought you'd appreciate the... dynamics."

Alastor's gaze flicked back to the screen, watching as the film explored themes of dominance and submission. The parallels weren't lost on him. Lucifer was testing him, pushing him in the same way he always did—teasing the line between control and surrender.

But Alastor wasn't easily rattled. He leaned back in his seat, letting the tension between them hang in the air. "What's your angle here, Lucifer?"

Lucifer turned his head, his expression unreadable. "No angle, Alastor. Just thought you'd enjoy watching how far people will go for control."

Alastor met Lucifer's gaze, and for a moment, everything between them seemed to crystallize. This wasn't just about the movie. It was about them—the constant push and pull, the unspoken power struggle that had defined their relationship from the start.

The film continued, but neither of them was really watching anymore. The real tension was between them, crackling in the dark theater. Both knew they were skirting a line, and neither was willing to back down.