divinetree | Mom says it's my turn with the Alastor

He tsk-tsk-tsk'd, but the preparation methods were intriguing. So many ways, so many results... he knew that if he said the word, it would be done, and no more pretty little crane.

"My jealous love... I would have adored seeing a duel. But it'd be fixed." The palm instead ran down his chest.

"Yours is a song and dance I enjoy the most. All without a wing or a single feather to flash." Hmm. Here was good. He marked it with a kiss, free hand reaching for and catching his beloved's chin to hold it still.

The touch to the chin caught Alastor a little off guard, getting a surprised little sound of pleasure from him. Tingles and goosebumps practically bloomed from where Lucifer kissed, Alastor primed to expect a bite and nearly knocked over with the feather-light touch instead.

Tease. Lucifer was good at it.

"Only swoon to my songs, my king..." Alastor whispered. He'd never used those last two words together without it being a sneer before... he'd never bend a knee to this man. Pride and conviction would have never allowed it, he would never acknowledge being lesser than the devil himself! But to call him my king, as the queen, well... that was equal footing.

That effectively tied a little knot in his stomach. Even the most beautiful Ars Goetia could dance akin to Eden itself, and he wouldn't so much as turn his head.

But here, his hands were occupied with holding, touching this red and black manifestation of chaos. He lingered a breath away from this macabre delight of a demon that seized his heart and linked their very souls.

"Sing for me," he whispered, and set his teeth against his skin. He'd heard just one pretty little note only a moment ago, but he wanted more. When he bore down to pierce the skin, he would no longer tease himself from his own hunger.

Alastor loved to sing, who was he to deny such a request? Though this was a song he'd share only with Lucifer. There's a start of a gasp, and a trailed, breathy moan at the pinch and sting of pain. The boiling water made the bite feel even more raw, and he panted and sighed from the heat of it and from the devil cutting into him.

His hands wound around Lucifer's back, resting and holding on instead of tickling. He idly watched the way his own blood did pretty little swirls and curls in the bath water.

"Sha..."

Now that was a tune he could listen to forever. Amid the curls and swirls, his tail moved like a serpent, slowly coiling back and around like an embrace. His hands shifted, cradling the sinner's head in one, but the other couldn't help playing along his chest.

Lucifer had grown accustomed to the taste, had come to savor it. As he drew a fond, deliberate trail along the marks, sampling the rich red that flowed through his beloved queen, more ran down his chin.

Gently, Alastor hugged Lucifer a little closer, stomach fluttering. Butterflies, hmm? That white skin with the stark red drooling down... that was art.

"...Have I ever voiced... how very beautiful you are to me?" Alastor mused quietly. He felt a little dizzy... Lucifer often got him feeling this way. "Sharp and elegant, like a perfectly polished knife... my blood looks vivid on your skin..." he waxed on, still breathing a bit heavy from the heat, from the pleasant sting in his chest, from his nerves sparking and warning him and going ignored.

That lump threatened to spring up in his throat, the quiet 'hush, you'. Instead he'd let it ride, just this once (he lied), his tail caressing up Alastor's back.

His gaze softened as he tipped his head, traced a thumb against a corner of his mouth. Never would the Radio Demon wish to be seen as soft, and Lucifer himself would never let the people make such foolish claims like his husband was weak for it. No, moments like these for were nobody else.

As he kissed him, a soft and lingering touch, he would keep this: The now, his words, and stow them away with so, so many others to help sweep away those cloudier days.

Another gift offered in hesitant sincerity. The taste of his blood in Lucifer's mouth had Alastor sighing pleasantly into the kiss, a hand running up Lucifer's back and another pausing to rest at his side. Where just a little weight was building up... where he was rounding out healthily, and carrying their child. Their Creation.

None of this was anything he regretted. He knew what he was doing, and it was worth it.

It was nice to have... a home, a family. Something he never dared to think he might deserve.

He swept the hand at the shoulder up along the neck as there was a soft golden glow. His fingers traced the marks, stained the black of the curse over his skin, and gathered that blood as he eased them closed again.

Lucifer wasn't the best at keeping himself still as he felt a touch to his side, wondering if he'd be 'attacked' again, yet feeling his own goosebumps rise from a softer, meticulous touch. He always helplessly, maybe foolishly stilled with a touch his way. Even with their current situation, his delicate condition, he still bore that fear that one day it'd simply stop and he'd go back to where he was before. Not out of anything of Alastor's doing, or of anyone else's in his life, but... him.

He kissed him once more, brief but no less sincere.

Paused.

His eyes fluttered open, and he looked down into the water.

"Ooh, I... I made the water too, ah..." He was fine. He could bathe in liquid magma if he wished. But, er... oh boy.

Hah. Alastor didn't mind Lucifer falling out of the predatory instinct - moments could be brief and charming and just feed into pleasing his king later, when the urge arose again.

He did have to chuckle a bit at the sudden awareness of the almost boiling water.

"It is a bit pleasantly dizzying, but typically, this isn't very safe for those in your condition," Alastor hummed with a barely restrained little bit of smugness. He got Lucifer riled up in the first place, after all.

Maybe later, Al- you were looking a bit... troubled, there.

With a knuckle, he mopped the blood on his chin with a chuckle. "...Until you pass out from combined heat and blood loss and drown, anyway. Tsk tsk tsk."

But he had a smug grin as he settled in, and conjured a decanter of ice water for his poor husband. "Well. Superheating water is new for me. Congratulations, my deer."

He'll take that decanter, thank you, he needed some ice in the gut to kick himself back into being cogent.

"Undressing strategically was new for me, as well - point for point for both of us, I suppose," Alastor mused between icy cold sips, pointedly dodging calling it stripping. "Were your charming little squeals new, too?"

Lucifer made a face at undressing strategically. Like he was the general of taking off your pants.

That faltered about the squealing and he quickly turned his head to look for his duck and bobble it.

"No idea what you're on about! I don't squeal."

"Oh, you missed it? Perhaps I'll have to replay the whole affair as a reminder!" Alastor teased, drumming his fingers on Lucifer's side. Not tickling, not yet...

"It was quite cute."

Even from the drum he had a minute jump and shiver. Don't you dare. Don't you dare.

"I'm adorable in many ways, my love, but I assure you that any squeal is purely in your imagination."

"I hallucinate many things! But this... this is real. And I absolutely will side with our little one when you inevitably tickle them and have them backed in a corner."

Devious. A devious little chuckle.

"I'll give them the mischievous little bit of courage to fight back in a tickle fight."

"You'd turn our own kid against me!? So cruel..."

He eased against him, arms draped over his shoulders. One finger toyed with the black tip of an ear. "Then it's war, is it...?"

"Only once you pull the trigger, my deer~" Alastor said dramatically, trying to ignore the pleasant touch on his ear. Trying to ignore how soft in general Lucifer made him.

"Ah, now that's the beauty of it..." More stroking, running along the shell of the ear.

"A trigger can be pulled any time, and with no warning. And before you know it..." He let that hang with a gentle tweak.

"I've lived a long time, Alastor. This isn't my first time lying in wait for an opportunity. So this'll be fun."

Nngg-- playing dirty again, he won't let you pull a response that easily!

"Yes, yes, ancient instincts... but how many of your years did you actually spend hunting, hmm? I've got the act of stalking and tracking down to an art."

"Alastor. You don't get entire books and a whole religion surrounding you without knowing a few things..."

The smallest kiss on the nose.

"Seniority won't bring you to first place every time, Lucifer."

"I've got a good winning streak thus far~"

"Did you enjoy the hunt?"

"Pfft. What's the point of a hunt if you don't enjoy every aspect of it...?"

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