It wasn't quite that he was pulling magic out of Lucifer, not really... but the magic was so saturated in the blood that it was like the kick of a potent cup of coffee - but so much more viscerally satisfying. Alastor slowed his sucking, licking up the blood and looking through red bangs at the king.
His sclera had gone dark as his eyes otherwise glowed, every ounce of his heart pounding and telling him to bite, devour, consume-- he's delicious.
Instead he focused on the hand in his hair. The way his skin was a bit sweaty from the pain, just the faintest bit. Alastor dragged his tongue over the bite wound, his tongue almost numb from how the blood tasted.
His breath caught with the look in his eyes. As a King he should feel offended with how predatory, how intense it had looked, but it instead twisted his stomach into a knot.
Coupled with the feel of his tongue, the suckles against his skin, Lucifer was having a hard time feeling different than long, warm nights of the past where he enjoyed those same touches feathering over his body; nights where he felt like he was home and everything was perfect. ...Mostly perfect.
Mouth slightly agape save for a small swallow of mercy to wet his mouth again, he wondered if Alastor knew to stop. ...Or if he should tell him to stop. But he did only have so much blood, and may wind up spending the next hour or two woozy at this rate-
He'd been so kind to Charlie. He'd been there from the beginning. He can be a catty asshole, petty beyond all reason, but he was nothing but a gentleman to Charlotte--
But the Radio Demon spoke, and Lucifer's remembering to breathe again was a very small gasp.
Then a slightly not-very-together laugh.
"Hi-high praise...! HA! I knew I had to be tasty! Should I bring some the next time? I might have a bottle lying around somewhere for a special occasion."
"Next time? My, my. You'd like this to be a reoccurring ritual?"
Alastor chuckled, running his fingers over the bites as they sealed up. Once they did, he spun Lucifer around, taking full advantage of the bloodless dizziness he'd inflict to twirl the king and catch him in his arms.
"I can appease your masochism in secret if you wish. Shall I escort you safely back to the Hotel? Need I carry you, after the bloodletting?"
"Wh- I... Iieeeooh-" Perfectly dignified attempts to explain himself scattered to the floor, bites sealing closed beneath attentive fingers. He was left defenseless for the twirl that should leave him wobbling in his boots.
Instead, he was... caught, and mildly deafened with his heart thundering in his ears.
He hadn't felt like- like this since... since Lily... but...
He held on tight to the other man, mid-swoon. Half of it was from the mild anemia. The rest was... uh-
His mind and his pride said 'Thank you, I'm fine'. But his mouth decided to rebel:
"Good man," Alastor chuckled, bending at the knees to properly scoop Lucifer into his arms. Hup! He's carried corpses and so much dead weight before. But the king himself is warm, light, and fits quite perfectly in his arms without Alastor needing to adjust or hoist weight any which-way.
"It'd be quite rude of me to drain you dry and not get you back safely while you regenerate. What kind of man I would I have been," he chuckled in amusement, strolling with confidence. It was more physical contact than Alastor had allowed in a long, long time... but after their dancing, it only felt natural to have the blond close. There was a strange, interesting little bubble of some kind of emotion in his chest... something to mull about later, with a glass of rye.
He was lifted like he weighed nothing, yet his heart jumped higher than his own body. Lucifer Morningstar was no fool, he... even as woozy as he was, he was feeling some puzzle pieces falling into place.
But what in Hell could he even do with this revelation??
Hesitantly, he brought a hand upon the red lapel.
"Such a gentleman. Why, I'm feeling a little better already," he answered, a quiet laugh in his voice. Perhaps he wasn't entirely sure what to do with this puzzle, but that didn't mean he couldn't... enjoy... this...??
It was funny, in a way - Alastor knew full well that if Lucifer were so inclined, a mere snap of those slim fingers could reduce the radio demon to complete mincemeat. But those same impossibly powerful fingers were just resting, feather-light, on his chest. Lucifer was such a fascinating little dichotomy.
Maybe it was that discrepancy of power that lended a sense of certainty. If Lucifer didn't enjoy him, Alastor would be gone - one way or another. But here they were, the fallen seraphim small and light in his arms like a...
Well, like a duck.
Ducks at least were far more endearing when they weren't made of rubber. When they were small, feathery, light and soft. He could find himself enjoying a duck, for certain.
Thus he threw care out the window. He hadn't been carried in ages, and in such strong arms, yet held with such care...? He felt like he could he held like this forever.
Forgive him as he helped himself to a bit of leg-swinging from his delightful position. Spoiling, he said...?
"As if I haven't been spoiled already with a lovely lunch and a fine escort! But your king is most pleased, and hasn't feasted quite like that in some time! Pity the lovely hostess wouldn't sh-shaaarrewhoa..."
How could a creature of ivory skin get more pale? But the mild dizzy spell that hit and caused his world to spin caused his fingers to curl, a clutch of that lapel, and a momentary rest of his temple against the collarbone.
Anything to aid him in his battle against a surprise fainting spell.
The theatrics were endearing, but the fainting spell-- that earned a chuckle from Alastor, even as he carefully shifted his hold just to be sure that Lucifer didn't tumble out of his grasp.
...His heart was hammering. Yet despite that, there was a strange calm he felt, having Lucifer rest his head on him. A sort of closeness he rarely shared, much less initiated, and after so long of not wanting anyone close it was... a pleasant reprieve.
"Overestimated how much blood I could take, I see," Alastor chuckled, endlessly amused with this ridiculous man. He really was just as much of a charming belle as Charlie was. "We'll make sure the next nibble is when you're already settled and seated for the evening to spare you the trouble."
Lucifer drew a slow breath, eased it free. He shut his eyes to block out any wobbling, but felt steady and... safe... in the sinner's arms.
To think he would be held like this, despite what he is as a fallen seraphim. Despite all that, Alastor never ceased to jab him to get him off of his ass or engage him in even a cordial manner. If there was any fear of him and his power, the infamous Radio Demon certainly didn't show it.
...And despite any denial, he was an absolute doe with Charlie.
He slowly opened his eyes, but hadn't moved from his position. He couldn't deny that he wasn't... the biggest guy, so the amount of blood in his body didn't entirely compare to others.
"Pfft! 'Overestimated'! I was dessert!"
A finger half-heartedly jabbed his chest.
"Really, I'll be flattered once everything drops twirling. Now that I know you find me so damn delectable, I'll prepare better."
"I'll be sure to appreciate what a treat it really is. Keep a hold of water and a little treat - ahh, yes, I'll make beignets again, that ought to be perfect instead of a dull cookie," Alastor chuckled, enthralled with the idea.
They must've been quite a sight. Alastor could hear the high pitched buzz of a drone nearby - oh, he hoped that it stung Vox to his core with bitter envy that Alastor was getting so chummy with someone so powerful. Bloviating bastard, didn't deserve an ounce of the ego he had...
The walk up the small incline to the Hotel entrance was the last call for Lucifer to ask to be put down, if he didn't want to be carried inside - Alastor himself didn't seem phased in the slightest.
"All the beignets, you understand," he stressed, his voice a playful growl. You had him hooked, Alastor. He could never stop at just one.
"But seeing as I don't have one in my hand right now, I think you can still make this little bit of extra blood loss up to me." He tipped his head back and grinned at him.
"My ears?" Alastor asked, gasping melodramatically as he waltzed into the lobby. Time for everyone to gawk, of course, and Alastor couldn't resist confusing and perplexing them. It was funny!
"Why, that's so forward, Lucifer... but I suppose you've offered so much of yourself to me..."
"What the fuck," Vaggie stared, perplexed, from where she was eating leftovers for lunch on the sofa.
"Dining table, young lady, tsk tsk. Or at least the kitchen, if you're going to eat. Keep from getting mess everywhere."
"Exchange a privilege for a privilege then. You're a fair and kind deal-maker," Alastor chuckled, setting Lucifer down on the sofa and taking a seat beside him. The bags from their trip are unlooped from his arms and poofed away in a flash of green and a snap before the Radio Demon turned and bowed his head to Lucifer, letting him get a feel.
He never really noticed how cold the sofa was until he was placed. Did Alastor know he was a walking heater? Might explain the big appetite...
How handy! He would find the bags exactly where he'd need them later, but he (slowly) shifted to get himself sitting upright properly for the time being.
Because it was ear time.
"Stick with me, Bambi, and you'll learn. You make arrangements for as long as I have, and you learn to pick and choose your prizes." He wiggled his fingers eagerly, then saaaank his fingers in.
...And in and in and holy cannoli, he had some fluffy satellite dishes! He couldn't mask the little exclamation of awe. Don't mind him as he swept to the bases before taking a meticulous trail through the deep red in one slow, smooth stroke to the black tips.
Alastor remained perfectly - unsettlingly, even - still as Lucifer started feeling at his ears. The fur was long, but velvety under the fluff. Those ears haven't caught an injury yet, seems like - there's not a single bump or dip of a scar anywhere on them.
Though Alastor was keeping still and silent to not openly enjoy this, he was enjoying it. The long, languid touch, almost indulgent in exploring... fingers running over muscles that were usually ignored... it was soothing. It reminded him a lot of being a little kid, when his mother would gently card her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.
While Alastor successfully withheld any noises, Lucifer would catch sight of the man's shoulders slowly losing tension and relaxing.
He might also catch Husk and Vaggie gawking at the sight, Husk especially looking befuddled.
Spoke to his success- his jacket was tattered at the edges, yet everything else seemed so pristine, untouched. He wondered if the guy had scars. Clearly he HAD to have some, right? He'd gone up against Adam and then was MIA for a bit...
What happened before he arrived, anyway? He wanted to ask, but Alastor seemed to be relaxing. Maybe... maybe later...?
"How do you not mess with these constantly...? Even I play with my wings in my spare time."
Why are you guys gawking?? This is bonding!! He even offered a smug little smile, because he bet any of you would LOVE to be in his position right now.
"Sure, they get their spruce-ups in the name of hygiene, but I mean when you look in the mirror and decide to play around a little bit. You know, admire your personal craftsmanship...!"
For emphasis, he manifested a wing for the 'ooh' and the 'aah', even had a little ta-daaa sparkle to it upon its appearance.
"See? How can you not want to ruffle this up a little, feel new little pinfeathers growing out, smooth those flights? I practically come with fidget toys!"
"Well now, you can't just say that and expect me not to see for myself," Alastor hummed, lifting his head and reaching for a wing. He knows to be gentle, at least, feeling and scritching at the soft down. "Yes, reminds me quite a bit of holding one of the chickens in my neighbor's yard. Or perhaps a goose."
The wing twitched with the touch, and the soft chuckle noted the sheer sensitivity of the appendages.
"I'll take goose! I'll also accept duck of course, or even the elegant swan." He lifted his nose proudly.
"Angels pride themselves on their wings. There were once old rituals involving a dance that revealed your wings to another for a closer look-see. That's where the courtship dances for birds comes from. Can't claim credit for it, though... but I did help approve the concept. It was too romantic to pass up!"
"All's fair in love and war, Al! Knowing you've got a bunch of bucks fighting over you's got to get the does' juices flowing, right?" He snickered.
"But I bet you've never found another buck that measures, let alone enough to clash! I can't recall a time before where any demon, Sinner or otherwise, took the resemblance of a deer do-ooown here--"
Oh, the wing was very sensitive, but the King clamped his mouth shut briefly, then made a show of a yawn. That's
"I do so love venison," Alastor chuckled. There were other deer Sinners out and about, just no one of note - he left them be because they weren't reprehensible vermin. Only those that irked him became meat.
He's not oblivious to the suspicious squint that sound gets from Husk, or the way Vaggie is still gawking - it confirms to Alastor that he's certainly triggering something, isn't he? Never something he's aimed to do, but watching Lucifer try to hide it was rather fun.
"I've never much cared for the showboating or obnoxious jealousy. Such a headache. No class whatsoever, especially towards the fairer sex," Alastor gossiped as he continued smoothly stroking feathers. "Men and women ought to court their suitors properly."
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His sclera had gone dark as his eyes otherwise glowed, every ounce of his heart pounding and telling him to bite, devour, consume-- he's delicious.
Instead he focused on the hand in his hair. The way his skin was a bit sweaty from the pain, just the faintest bit. Alastor dragged his tongue over the bite wound, his tongue almost numb from how the blood tasted.
"...You'd pair with a lovely bordeaux."
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Coupled with the feel of his tongue, the suckles against his skin, Lucifer was having a hard time feeling different than long, warm nights of the past where he enjoyed those same touches feathering over his body; nights where he felt like he was home and everything was perfect. ...Mostly perfect.
Mouth slightly agape save for a small swallow of mercy to wet his mouth again, he wondered if Alastor knew to stop. ...Or if he should tell him to stop. But he did only have so much blood, and may wind up spending the next hour or two woozy at this rate-
He'd been so kind to Charlie. He'd been there from the beginning. He can be a catty asshole, petty beyond all reason, but he was nothing but a gentleman to Charlotte--
But the Radio Demon spoke, and Lucifer's remembering to breathe again was a very small gasp.
Then a slightly not-very-together laugh.
"Hi-high praise...! HA! I knew I had to be tasty! Should I bring some the next time? I might have a bottle lying around somewhere for a special occasion."
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Alastor chuckled, running his fingers over the bites as they sealed up. Once they did, he spun Lucifer around, taking full advantage of the bloodless dizziness he'd inflict to twirl the king and catch him in his arms.
"I can appease your masochism in secret if you wish. Shall I escort you safely back to the Hotel? Need I carry you, after the bloodletting?"
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Instead, he was... caught, and mildly deafened with his heart thundering in his ears.
He hadn't felt like- like this since... since Lily... but...
He held on tight to the other man, mid-swoon. Half of it was from the mild anemia. The rest was... uh-
His mind and his pride said 'Thank you, I'm fine'. But his mouth decided to rebel:
"So responsible, Bambi... how can I refuse?"
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"It'd be quite rude of me to drain you dry and not get you back safely while you regenerate. What kind of man I would I have been," he chuckled in amusement, strolling with confidence. It was more physical contact than Alastor had allowed in a long, long time... but after their dancing, it only felt natural to have the blond close. There was a strange, interesting little bubble of some kind of emotion in his chest... something to mull about later, with a glass of rye.
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But what in Hell could he even do with this revelation??
Hesitantly, he brought a hand upon the red lapel.
"Such a gentleman. Why, I'm feeling a little better already," he answered, a quiet laugh in his voice. Perhaps he wasn't entirely sure what to do with this puzzle, but that didn't mean he couldn't... enjoy... this...??
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Maybe it was that discrepancy of power that lended a sense of certainty. If Lucifer didn't enjoy him, Alastor would be gone - one way or another. But here they were, the fallen seraphim small and light in his arms like a...
Well, like a duck.
Ducks at least were far more endearing when they weren't made of rubber. When they were small, feathery, light and soft. He could find himself enjoying a duck, for certain.
"A king does deserve a spoiling now and then."
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Forgive him as he helped himself to a bit of leg-swinging from his delightful position. Spoiling, he said...?
"As if I haven't been spoiled already with a lovely lunch and a fine escort! But your king is most pleased, and hasn't feasted quite like that in some time! Pity the lovely hostess wouldn't sh-shaaarrewhoa..."
How could a creature of ivory skin get more pale? But the mild dizzy spell that hit and caused his world to spin caused his fingers to curl, a clutch of that lapel, and a momentary rest of his temple against the collarbone.
Anything to aid him in his battle against a surprise fainting spell.
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...His heart was hammering. Yet despite that, there was a strange calm he felt, having Lucifer rest his head on him. A sort of closeness he rarely shared, much less initiated, and after so long of not wanting anyone close it was... a pleasant reprieve.
"Overestimated how much blood I could take, I see," Alastor chuckled, endlessly amused with this ridiculous man. He really was just as much of a charming belle as Charlie was. "We'll make sure the next nibble is when you're already settled and seated for the evening to spare you the trouble."
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To think he would be held like this, despite what he is as a fallen seraphim. Despite all that, Alastor never ceased to jab him to get him off of his ass or engage him in even a cordial manner. If there was any fear of him and his power, the infamous Radio Demon certainly didn't show it.
...And despite any denial, he was an absolute doe with Charlie.
He slowly opened his eyes, but hadn't moved from his position. He couldn't deny that he wasn't... the biggest guy, so the amount of blood in his body didn't entirely compare to others.
"Pfft! 'Overestimated'! I was dessert!"
A finger half-heartedly jabbed his chest.
"Really, I'll be flattered once everything drops twirling. Now that I know you find me so damn delectable, I'll prepare better."
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They must've been quite a sight. Alastor could hear the high pitched buzz of a drone nearby - oh, he hoped that it stung Vox to his core with bitter envy that Alastor was getting so chummy with someone so powerful. Bloviating bastard, didn't deserve an ounce of the ego he had...
The walk up the small incline to the Hotel entrance was the last call for Lucifer to ask to be put down, if he didn't want to be carried inside - Alastor himself didn't seem phased in the slightest.
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"But seeing as I don't have one in my hand right now, I think you can still make this little bit of extra blood loss up to me." He tipped his head back and grinned at him.
"A touch... of those fantastic ears."
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"Why, that's so forward, Lucifer... but I suppose you've offered so much of yourself to me..."
"What the fuck," Vaggie stared, perplexed, from where she was eating leftovers for lunch on the sofa.
"Dining table, young lady, tsk tsk. Or at least the kitchen, if you're going to eat. Keep from getting mess everywhere."
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But his eyes trailed, lifted to those magnificent ears.
"And what can I say? It's only fair~"
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How handy! He would find the bags exactly where he'd need them later, but he (slowly) shifted to get himself sitting upright properly for the time being.
Because it was ear time.
"Stick with me, Bambi, and you'll learn. You make arrangements for as long as I have, and you learn to pick and choose your prizes." He wiggled his fingers eagerly, then saaaank his fingers in.
...And in and in and holy cannoli, he had some fluffy satellite dishes! He couldn't mask the little exclamation of awe. Don't mind him as he swept to the bases before taking a meticulous trail through the deep red in one slow, smooth stroke to the black tips.
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Though Alastor was keeping still and silent to not openly enjoy this, he was enjoying it. The long, languid touch, almost indulgent in exploring... fingers running over muscles that were usually ignored... it was soothing. It reminded him a lot of being a little kid, when his mother would gently card her fingers through his hair until he fell asleep.
While Alastor successfully withheld any noises, Lucifer would catch sight of the man's shoulders slowly losing tension and relaxing.
He might also catch Husk and Vaggie gawking at the sight, Husk especially looking befuddled.
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What happened before he arrived, anyway? He wanted to ask, but Alastor seemed to be relaxing. Maybe... maybe later...?
"How do you not mess with these constantly...? Even I play with my wings in my spare time."
Why are you guys gawking?? This is bonding!! He even offered a smug little smile, because he bet any of you would LOVE to be in his position right now.
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"...Never seen him let anyone touch 'em," Husk murmured, narrowing his eyes. With a sharp radio pop from Alastor, Husk's ears pinned back.
"Don't sour a good mood out of jealousy, Husker~"
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For emphasis, he manifested a wing for the 'ooh' and the 'aah', even had a little ta-daaa sparkle to it upon its appearance.
"See? How can you not want to ruffle this up a little, feel new little pinfeathers growing out, smooth those flights? I practically come with fidget toys!"
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"I'll take goose! I'll also accept duck of course, or even the elegant swan." He lifted his nose proudly.
"Angels pride themselves on their wings. There were once old rituals involving a dance that revealed your wings to another for a closer look-see. That's where the courtship dances for birds comes from. Can't claim credit for it, though... but I did help approve the concept. It was too romantic to pass up!"
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Alastor strooookes the feathers, careful not to snag, gently catching a freed shed feather before it hit the floor.
"Was it Heaven or Hell that gave bucks a surly need to gore each other with their antlers?"
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"But I bet you've never found another buck that measures, let alone enough to clash! I can't recall a time before where any demon, Sinner or otherwise, took the resemblance of a deer do-ooown here--"
Oh, the wing was very sensitive, but the King clamped his mouth shut briefly, then made a show of a yawn. That's
That's what that was.
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He's not oblivious to the suspicious squint that sound gets from Husk, or the way Vaggie is still gawking - it confirms to Alastor that he's certainly triggering something, isn't he? Never something he's aimed to do, but watching Lucifer try to hide it was rather fun.
"I've never much cared for the showboating or obnoxious jealousy. Such a headache. No class whatsoever, especially towards the fairer sex," Alastor gossiped as he continued smoothly stroking feathers. "Men and women ought to court their suitors properly."
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