The scent of blood mingled with the scent of Lucifer himmself, filling Alastor's senses along with those little sounds and the grip tightening on his shoulders. His long ears twitched faintly at hearing that breathless word, and something sparked in his chest.
Curiosity.
Were he a normal man and not a monster, perhaps it would have evoked something more akin to arousal. But instead, Alastor slowed his consumption, licking along the circle of the bite slowly and letting hot breath and hot blood contrast against the cooling skin. How far could he push this king like this?
Alastor's hand slid up from the hip to his shoulders, holding him steady should the man's grip loosen the more blood flowed. His free hand rested at the man's hip, gripping lightly to hold onto him, like Lucifer would slip away if he didn't.
He shouldn't be thriving, like a man dying of thirst getting his first drink, yet a shift in hold had his mind sailing as Alastor helped himself.
But then the demon slowed and Lucifer wondered if something was the matter. Was Al holding back? He wasn't delicate, damn it! His grip loosened, offered a shoulder a pat, informed that things were still okay-
Then that tongue decided to come into play. Warmth breath washed over dampened skin, coupled with that precise touch over an aching mark. The king's breath shallowed, quickened as an unexpected and sharp zing worked its way up his back. It was a feeling he knew, one he equated with... with...
Son of a bitch. This really was turning him on, wasn't it??
His sigh of resignation left his lips at a mild steam as he felt himself heating up. As Alastor's grip had firmed, Lucifer's tail had wound around the radio demon's thigh, trembled.
Alastor's ear lightly twitched, feeling the heat of that steam on it and... despite himself, despite having never really felt any sort of way when looking at another person, there was a foreign thrum of excitement in his chest.
Lucifer was cute when he begged.
The Demon hummed against damp skin, alternating between long, lavish laps with his tongue and sucking at the wound for the blood, keeping it hot and flowing. Lucifer would have his 'safe word' for when to stop, after all, and Alastor was carefully keeping his ears turned to listen for it even as he got more and more invested in eliciting more of those whimpers or begs from the King of Hell.
It was a weird, good sort of pain, the sting soothed by the heat and pressure. It was like the sting of a crop or a whip- things he'd not experienced in some time- followed by a soothing touch to ground his mind.
Lucifer quickly realized his mouth had gone dry- getting so lost in everything, he hadn't thought to clam up and keep himself quiet. Instead, he'd just humiliated himself further with a soft, wordless whimper.
His mouth was betraying him. His tail had followed not long before. But his body was betraying him even further with- with...!
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The brie was struggling. Why'd he have to be so tasty?
"P-pasta... pie..."
Brain scrambling. He'd forgotten the word. He was the worst partner. But as his arms wound around Alastor now, held tight, he couldn't stop thinking about everything, about- about this, about the way he called him chér...
While not the correct word, obviously that was the intention - Alastor drew back even as his inner beast craved for more.
He was ultimately not surprised at all to see Lucifer in such a state - that's what the King was getting from this exchange, wasn't it? It was part of the man's courting. And Alastor was nothing if not diligent in upholding his end of an arrangement.
Even with his mouth off of Lucifer, Alastor held the smaller man close still, giving the lonesome man some long-needed touch and comfort. And... in spite of himself, Alastor thought it felt... nice. It was a gentleness he hadn't allowed in a long, long time.
He'd pulled away, mercifully he thought, but something in him whined to keep going. He could just bite all over, never take his hands off of him...
But he found he couldn't stop himself, either. Though his grip loosened, he hadn't pulled away. Despite his bloodletting, he still had the capacity to tip his chin, offer a little nuzzle against the other's neck.
"...What, no kiss...?"
Or, maybe he'd lost enough blood that he'd start asking some very silly things. Because they were silly. Very silly.
He's never kissed anyone before. Never quite... thought about it. But Alastor is acting before he really processes the request... he gently tilts up Lucifer's face, chastely pressing his lips to Lucifer's. It was unpracticed, Alastor has no idea how to kiss, but here he was anyway.
"Oh, ah-" He... actually up and did it, didn't he?
The touch was so light, enough to make his stomach do a little flip in surprise, but it was like a... like a handshake. He really didn't know how, did he...?
...Pride demanded that he tie a little bow on this. After all, he'd been kissing for over ten thousand years.
For all the nights spent with good drink and dancing, music and conversation. For how good he always was with Charlie. For being a chaotic, fascinating son of a bitch... he brought a hand to the nape of Alastor's neck and held.
Lucifer eased back in, opting for warmth rather than a searing heat. He caught the other's lips and offered a scant brush before he pressed, like a greeting to a loved one after being away for so, so long.
What a strange, new feeling... Alastor's chest felt tight, like it was twisting... not from anxiety (though he felt a bit of that too), not from anger or adrenaline or the thrill of the hunt.
No, it was... softer than that. It felt...
...Like an embrace.
Alastor's ears drooped uncertainly, but he mimicked the gesture with his own lips, feeling the soft way they interlocked. The special way they matched. Ah... was this what people were so drawn to? It was special. Of course the king of Hell would be skilled at something like this - Charlie hadn't been born out of the ether, after all.
It was just a little strange to think that he was getting this softness from someone else. Who would kiss someone like him, still tasting of blood, with centuries of blood on his hands? Yet here they were, doing something inexplicable to him.
He could admit that kissing a mouth still tinged with blood wasn't the ideal, but it was a taste he knew from the moments he'd bitten the insides of his own cheeks.
He wondered what it'd be like after beignets, or after fingers of whiskey. Those had to be the tastiest ones indeed...
Alastor mimicked and Lucifer's fingertips feathered the nape of his neck, and for just a moment, he adjusted the angle to deepen that kiss. Just a touch, a curiosity of his own.
In that deafening silence, there was only that soft sound of parting as the king broke the kiss.
"...Hmhm. I hope I was a little tastier that time. Sweetened the pot."
Give him a moment, okay - Lucifer's smugness and pride does things to Alastor's heart, and the old organ isn't used to fluttering over a feeling like this. The deer stared in some surprise.
He's really not sure how to feel about it all. Good? He feels good, but in what way, he could never articulate.
After a beat, he let out a soft breath of a 'hah!'.
"Hmmm~ I know a thing or two about temptation." His tail swayed akin to a cat who'd found something so very tasty.
He couldn't help it, lingered close enough to help himself to a small sweep of the tongue against a corner of Alastor's mouth, where some gold had lingered. "And when I incite a thrill? All the better."
How did he get here? He hadn't the foggiest - the decision to 'yes, AND' along with Lucifer brought him here. To a place he'd never pictured himself being in, much less enjoying himself.
"You've picked quite the queer fellow with me, I'm afraid. I haven't a clue how any of this feels."
He pulled back and canted his head curiously. "Oh? Well... perhaps we should have had a safe word for you too, then."
The king reached behind him for a pillow, and went to place it neatly atop his own lap. But the act of turning and tipping for it made his head mildly spin. Blood loss, plus arousal, equals a very confused body.
His stomach, which had leaped in worry, plunged back down in relief. Devil though he was, to exert force in something like this would put him right on the level of the worst people down here, and that wasn't where he wanted to be, vindicating his heavenly detractors and their decisions.
So with another kiss his way, he leaned into it and let himself enjoy things again. Really, if you told him months ago he'd be suckin' face with Alastor, he'd have laughed until he hacked out a lung.
"Now, Bambi... you're sounding like you like me or somethin'. What a curious revelation to this little juice box."
There was never a universe where, if you had asked Alastor whether he thought he'd be kissing and considering pawing at Lucifer in the man's private room, where Alastor wouldn't react exactly as he'd reacted whenever Angel came onto him. But in the moment, after the playful courtship, the weeks of raucous nights of dancing and drinking, the games and the play... and hell, even the successful dining date in Cannibal Town where the two of them enjoyed the leftovers?
It felt perfectly natural. At the end of the day, it really would be the devil himself that would look past the cannibalism and murder.
"To think your tastes and standards lowered to craving the companionship of a serial killer and cannibal. Or have you acquired a taste for frightful demons?"
"And yet no one would know such a thing looking at you! Or carrying you, petite thing. Light as a duck, you make me wonder if your bones are hollowed, too," Alastor teased, grin broadening and brightening in extreme amusement. "But perhaps I'm sipping from a sweet poison, and I'll perish from my hubris. Hah! How novel that would be, after so many have tried and failed to take me out."
"Certainly! This time you're quite safe and seated so you won't spill over into the middle of the street."
Obviously he needed to regenerate the wound and the lost blood. Less obviously, he likely didn't want to be indecent with his particular carnal interest on display.
"Shall I warm the beignets for you, Cher?" Alastor asked, his drawl sneaking out and making the word sound more like 'shah'.
"R-right." Sitting. Recovering. That's why he would sit here for a while.
...Ooooogh but him saying that wasn't HELPING. The look Lucifer gave him was nothing short of helpless, sweat running down the brow.
"Oh yeah, that'd- that'd be great! Thanks."
He needed to put out of his mind how he was held. He needed to put out of his mind the feel of lips on his neck. He needed to put... fucking... everything out of his mind. How long had it been since he'd taken care of himself? Not that it'd ever feel good anymore- thanks, depression-
"So what's that... mean, anyway? It's been a hot minute since I studied the myriad languages...!"
Oh, what a perfect opportunity for a game. Alastor stood with a bounce in his step, bending over backwards, his head twisting around as if on a swivel.
"Where's the fun in simply being told? Hah haaaah! Come now, use that noggin, do a little digging - I've given you plenty of clues."
Standing himself upright with far too much pep in his step, he returned to the tea table and summoned a hot plate, humming to himself in delight as he set the tray of beignets on top to warm.
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Curiosity.
Were he a normal man and not a monster, perhaps it would have evoked something more akin to arousal. But instead, Alastor slowed his consumption, licking along the circle of the bite slowly and letting hot breath and hot blood contrast against the cooling skin. How far could he push this king like this?
Alastor's hand slid up from the hip to his shoulders, holding him steady should the man's grip loosen the more blood flowed. His free hand rested at the man's hip, gripping lightly to hold onto him, like Lucifer would slip away if he didn't.
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But then the demon slowed and Lucifer wondered if something was the matter. Was Al holding back? He wasn't delicate, damn it! His grip loosened, offered a shoulder a pat, informed that things were still okay-
Then that tongue decided to come into play. Warmth breath washed over dampened skin, coupled with that precise touch over an aching mark. The king's breath shallowed, quickened as an unexpected and sharp zing worked its way up his back. It was a feeling he knew, one he equated with... with...
Son of a bitch. This really was turning him on, wasn't it??
His sigh of resignation left his lips at a mild steam as he felt himself heating up. As Alastor's grip had firmed, Lucifer's tail had wound around the radio demon's thigh, trembled.
"Don't... don't stop..."
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Lucifer was cute when he begged.
The Demon hummed against damp skin, alternating between long, lavish laps with his tongue and sucking at the wound for the blood, keeping it hot and flowing. Lucifer would have his 'safe word' for when to stop, after all, and Alastor was carefully keeping his ears turned to listen for it even as he got more and more invested in eliciting more of those whimpers or begs from the King of Hell.
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Lucifer quickly realized his mouth had gone dry- getting so lost in everything, he hadn't thought to clam up and keep himself quiet. Instead, he'd just humiliated himself further with a soft, wordless whimper.
His mouth was betraying him. His tail had followed not long before. But his body was betraying him even further with- with...!
Don'tdrawattentiontoitdon'tdrawattentiontoit-
The brie was struggling. Why'd he have to be so tasty?
"P-pasta... pie..."
Brain scrambling. He'd forgotten the word. He was the worst partner. But as his arms wound around Alastor now, held tight, he couldn't stop thinking about everything, about- about this, about the way he called him chér...
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He was ultimately not surprised at all to see Lucifer in such a state - that's what the King was getting from this exchange, wasn't it? It was part of the man's courting. And Alastor was nothing if not diligent in upholding his end of an arrangement.
Even with his mouth off of Lucifer, Alastor held the smaller man close still, giving the lonesome man some long-needed touch and comfort. And... in spite of himself, Alastor thought it felt... nice. It was a gentleness he hadn't allowed in a long, long time.
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But he found he couldn't stop himself, either. Though his grip loosened, he hadn't pulled away. Despite his bloodletting, he still had the capacity to tip his chin, offer a little nuzzle against the other's neck.
"...What, no kiss...?"
Or, maybe he'd lost enough blood that he'd start asking some very silly things. Because they were silly. Very silly.
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He's never kissed anyone before. Never quite... thought about it. But Alastor is acting before he really processes the request... he gently tilts up Lucifer's face, chastely pressing his lips to Lucifer's. It was unpracticed, Alastor has no idea how to kiss, but here he was anyway.
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The touch was so light, enough to make his stomach do a little flip in surprise, but it was like a... like a handshake. He really didn't know how, did he...?
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For all the nights spent with good drink and dancing, music and conversation. For how good he always was with Charlie. For being a chaotic, fascinating son of a bitch... he brought a hand to the nape of Alastor's neck and held.
Lucifer eased back in, opting for warmth rather than a searing heat. He caught the other's lips and offered a scant brush before he pressed, like a greeting to a loved one after being away for so, so long.
Like he'd been missed dearly.
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No, it was... softer than that. It felt...
...Like an embrace.
Alastor's ears drooped uncertainly, but he mimicked the gesture with his own lips, feeling the soft way they interlocked. The special way they matched. Ah... was this what people were so drawn to? It was special. Of course the king of Hell would be skilled at something like this - Charlie hadn't been born out of the ether, after all.
It was just a little strange to think that he was getting this softness from someone else. Who would kiss someone like him, still tasting of blood, with centuries of blood on his hands? Yet here they were, doing something inexplicable to him.
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He wondered what it'd be like after beignets, or after fingers of whiskey. Those had to be the tastiest ones indeed...
Alastor mimicked and Lucifer's fingertips feathered the nape of his neck, and for just a moment, he adjusted the angle to deepen that kiss. Just a touch, a curiosity of his own.
In that deafening silence, there was only that soft sound of parting as the king broke the kiss.
"...Hmhm. I hope I was a little tastier that time. Sweetened the pot."
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He's really not sure how to feel about it all. Good? He feels good, but in what way, he could never articulate.
After a beat, he let out a soft breath of a 'hah!'.
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He couldn't help it, lingered close enough to help himself to a small sweep of the tongue against a corner of Alastor's mouth, where some gold had lingered. "And when I incite a thrill? All the better."
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"You've picked quite the queer fellow with me, I'm afraid. I haven't a clue how any of this feels."
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The king reached behind him for a pillow, and went to place it neatly atop his own lap. But the act of turning and tipping for it made his head mildly spin. Blood loss, plus arousal, equals a very confused body.
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And in spite of the awkwardness, Alastor ventured another brief but curious kiss.
"I haven't a clue what I'm feeling. But I at least know I'm enjoying it."
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So with another kiss his way, he leaned into it and let himself enjoy things again. Really, if you told him months ago he'd be suckin' face with Alastor, he'd have laughed until he hacked out a lung.
"Now, Bambi... you're sounding like you like me or somethin'. What a curious revelation to this little juice box."
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It felt perfectly natural. At the end of the day, it really would be the devil himself that would look past the cannibalism and murder.
"To think your tastes and standards lowered to craving the companionship of a serial killer and cannibal. Or have you acquired a taste for frightful demons?"
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He reached out and draped his arms over Alastor's shoulders. He was, very minutely, shaking.
"Who's got the taste for frightful beings now, huh?"
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"A sweet poison... I'll take that compliment to the bank, thankyouverymuch! Always a pleasure to be nibbled by a fan~"
But he cleared his throat, looked away. "I just, ah- shouldn't be. ...Carried. Right now. Give me... tweeenty minutes...?"
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Obviously he needed to regenerate the wound and the lost blood. Less obviously, he likely didn't want to be indecent with his particular carnal interest on display.
"Shall I warm the beignets for you, Cher?" Alastor asked, his drawl sneaking out and making the word sound more like 'shah'.
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...Ooooogh but him saying that wasn't HELPING. The look Lucifer gave him was nothing short of helpless, sweat running down the brow.
"Oh yeah, that'd- that'd be great! Thanks."
He needed to put out of his mind how he was held. He needed to put out of his mind the feel of lips on his neck. He needed to put... fucking... everything out of his mind. How long had it been since he'd taken care of himself? Not that it'd ever feel good anymore- thanks, depression-
"So what's that... mean, anyway? It's been a hot minute since I studied the myriad languages...!"
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"Where's the fun in simply being told? Hah haaaah! Come now, use that noggin, do a little digging - I've given you plenty of clues."
Standing himself upright with far too much pep in his step, he returned to the tea table and summoned a hot plate, humming to himself in delight as he set the tray of beignets on top to warm.
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