Obsession . ||A radioapple 📻🍎(Alstor x Lucifer) Imagination.

30. MISSION: Lucifer intimidates a ghost (pt.3)

DONT WORRY! I just wanted smth else as the title hehhee. Its the same thing.

Oh BTW. Even in human form, if you scratch Alastor's ears (human ones) they give Alastor the same feeling as the deer ones. They just look human.

ENJOY!
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Lucifer's POV

Lucifer dragged his feet back to their room, feeling like every muscle in his body had declared a mutiny. "God, I just want to murder the main ghost and get off this stupid ship," he groaned, flopping face-first onto the bed like a tragic sea cucumber.

Behind him, Alastor chuckled-the kind of chuckle that made Lucifer question his choices. Alastor slipped of his coat and threw it on the sofa. "But, mon cher," Alastor said, sitting down gracefully beside him, "we are far from finished. There's still somethings left for you to do."

Lucifer rolled onto his back, glaring up at Alastor, who, in classic fashion, ignored the look entirely. Instead, Alastor took his hand-the one with the spirit-trapping bracelet-and kissed his wrist.

Lucifer's face turned so red it was a miracle his hair didn't catch fire. "W-what are you up to?" he stammered, sitting up abruptly.

Without answering, Alastor brought Lucifer's palm to his lips and kissed it. The audacity.

Lucifer couldn't help it; he giggled. Giggled! The King of Hell reduced to undignified giggles by one smooth operator with a penchant for dramatic flair. "What are you doin-whoa!"

Before he could finish, Alastor swooped in and, instead of going in for another kiss (which Lucifer was 99% sure was coming), wrapped his arms around Lucifer's waist and rested his head on Lucifer's chest.

Lucifer froze for a moment, blinking down at him. "Uh...what?"

Alastor sighed, content as a cat in a sunbeam. "Just getting comfortable."

Lucifer blinked again, trying to process the sheer randomness of it all. "You're being weirdly affectionate today," he pointed out, his voice tinged with suspicion. "What's up with you? First the sunset, now this?"

Alastor didn't move, but his shoulders shook slightly in what Lucifer was sure was a suppressed laugh. "Can't I simply feel like it?"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes but couldn't resist a small, amused smile. His hand instinctively moved to scratch behind Alastor's ears, eliciting a hum of contentment.

God, he loved his boyfriend.

"If you start purring, I'm pushing you off the bed," Lucifer muttered.

"Mon cher, I'd only purr if you asked me to," Alastor replied, his voice muffled against Lucifer's chest.

Lucifer groaned dramatically. "You're impossible."

"And yet, here you are."

Lucifer couldn't argue with that. Alastor always had a way of turning his world upside down and making it feel...right. Weird, affectionate, and all.

Lucifer let out a deep sigh, his fingers lazily combing through Alastor's hair. The guy's hair was ridiculously soft-like, unfairly so. Who even had hair like this in Hell? It was practically an insult to the rest of them.

"You're lucky you're cute," Lucifer muttered, his fingers still working their way through the soft strands.

Alastor tilted his head slightly, giving Lucifer a smug grin. "Ah, mon cher, is that a confession? Should I record it for posterity?"

Lucifer groaned and gave his hair a teasing tug. "Don't push it, Radio Boy. I've got plenty of blackmail material on you already."

"Oh?" Alastor raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. "And what, pray tell, could you possibly hold over me?"