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inuhalfdemon · 11 months ago

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Sex Ed 101 for No One Can Know...

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Rating = Explicit

Word Count = 2,846 Words

“Are you sure!?”

“Luci...if you ask me that question one more time, I'm saying ‘no’ completely out of spite.”

“I'm sorry...I just...you know-“

“Yes, I know...but, my answer still remains a ‘yes’...your grace.”

“Hm...'Kay.” Lucifer’s devil’s tail was lashing about excitedly.

Both he and Alastor were tangled together – naked – and had just been lazily exploring each other’s mouths, as well as…some other places. Lucifer had been hellbent on them christening his new room at the hotel this time, so they were currently finding pleasure in each other within his oversized bed.

“Why are you so worked up about this anyway?” Alastor asked him, curious. Alastor was reclined comfortably on his back; Lucifer knelt over him. “From what you've told me, we won't be doing anything incredibly enjoyable to you for quite some time yet.”

“What I told you was: this is something we would be building up to...which will require at least a few sessions...I never said I wouldn't enjoy it.” Lucifer explained; laying a lick across a series of scars that ran across Alastor’s chest, Lucifer’s devil’s tail only lashing out more.

“You're actually very excited about this then, aren't you?” Alastor noted; his hand pressed to Lucifer’s thigh, absent-mindedly rubbing circles into it with his thumb.

“Very.” Lucifer’s eyes burned gold, flaring brighter momentarily.

“And now, I'm worried…”

Lucifer laughed. “It will be enjoyable...for both of us. I get to explore something new with you and I...I get to be your first. I think that gives me a right to some excitement.”

“Ugh... I'm not a virgin.”

“No...” Lucifer allowed, only he made a face when he thought: …but, that tight hole of yours is.

“Luci...I can read your face and I don't care for what it just said.” Alastor’s eyes narrowed.

“Look... I'm just excited to get to do this with you, alright.” Lucifer smiled a toothy-wide grin and laid himself down so that he was hugging Alastor’s bare chest, his head resting on his sternum and looking back up at the Sinner demon. “I want to make you feel good, Al. And, I think if we approach it in the right way... you'll really enjoy it.”

“Honestly, Luci...this whole approach you've got planned...it just sounds...demeaning.” Alastor winced, his ears lying back; remembering how Luci explained to him what he should be expecting in these sessions. “I mean…This, is what you did!? All this…preparation?”

“Hm...nope...” Lucifer had hoped to avoid this question. “But, I also have the advantage of…shape-shifting.”

“Oh, you little fuck- Can't you just...’break me in rough’ or something?” Alastor asked him in exasperation. “We've gotten overzealous in things before...bloodied each other up. Whatever injuries I sustain – if any –“

“Though I understand that idea might sound more appealing to your ego,” Lucifer interrupted him, sitting himself up now, flicking Alastor on the nose and eliciting a snarl. “I won’t humor it. I won’t be hurting you when we do this.”

Alastor gave him a withering look of disgust.

“Seriously, Al... I'm not doing this to outright embarrass you.” Lucifer told him, being absolutely serious now. “But, if we're doing it at all... we're doing it right. I don't want...�� He sighed. “I don't want there to be any more bad experiences associated with sex for you. Am I excited to get to try this with you? Yes. Do I think once we get really going with it in later sessions that you will love it? Yes. But...if it makes you uncomfortable or you dislike any part of it...even if it’s just the prep - I want you to let me know.”

“...fine.”

“Good enough.” Lucifer nodded, pleased. Shifting forward; he leant himself down – his mouth finding Alastor’s again. The kiss started as something soft but then slowly built into something more…demanding. Alastor slid clawed fingers through Lucifer’s hair; clutching at the angel’s neck and pulling him harder to him. Lucifer nipped at his lip sharply and Alastor drove his tongue between their parted lips.

After some time with this, Lucifer pulled himself away – panting now. “Now...” He swallowed, steadying himself and shifting down. “I normally only like to introduce one new thing at a time when it comes to these types of sessions, however...”

Lucifer slid his hand between them; skimming downward – his fingers finding Alastor’s semi-hard length.

“Some...distraction may prove helpful.” He breathed, doing something with his hand.

Alastor jerked; his ears standing straight and stiff as rods. His eyes widened and he shifted, suddenly apprehensive. “What the-“ He squirmed. Gripping Lucifer’s shoulders he tried moving him enough to the side so that he could see. “What did you just-“

He managed to make an opening between their bodies by just enough to look down and see.

“Did you just put a cock ring on me!?” He snarled out his astonishment.

“Yes, yes...I did.” Lucifer smirked, rather proudly. “They’re normally meant to restrict blood flow…gives you a longer erection but, this one is stretchy and…stimulating.”

“It-!” Alastor swallowed; shifting more. It feels...interesting.” His long ears were rotating; flicking and turning as he seemed to be fully processing this new and unexpected physical development.

“Haha!” Lucifer grinned widely back at him, showing all of his teeth. “Yeah, they do! Now, turn over...

“Oh, good God, Lucifer…this is humiliating!” Alastor groaned into the sheets.

“Humiliation is the spice to arousal, my friend.” Lucifer sang back at him.

Alastor was pressed facedown into the bedcovers; his ass lifted up above bent knees and tail standing straight. Lucifer was presently pressed to his backside, stroking and massaging the taut muscles surrounding Alastor’s entrance with his fingers and his claws; his own body leant forward in such a way that he also was able to reach around and stroke at Alastor’s rising cock.

“You are an appreciator of the culinary arts…” Lucifer hummed.

“Oh, please...dear Satan…Luci! Do not talk about food or cooking...not now!” He groaned again; pressing his face harder into the bed – ears flattened in his immense embarrassment.

How did I let myself end up here!?

Alastor’s antlers were steadily branching out from his head; his tail had a delicate raised and frizzed ridge running up the middle of it and Lucifer was enjoying winding him up, more and more.

Lucifer snickered. “Musical arts, then!” He pressed himself closer into Alastor. “Your ass is a symphony...and I'm going to play it.”

“That's...” Alastor gasped; feeling Lucifer’s hand retreat from his quivering erection. “That's not...oh, sweet Lord!” Alastor’s claws tore into the sheets; his hands clenching beside him.

Lucifer’s hands had slid between Alastor’s cheeks, spreading them as he pressed in with his face now…forked tongue flicking and tracing all along his rim.

“Mmphg...” Alastor moaned into the covers.

Lucifer was no longer stimulating his cock but the ring he had placed there made it feel like Alastor was still being gripped…and as his arousal climbed, the sensation to his length only tightened. Alastor shifted; spreading his legs out wider, when Lucifer’s tongue entered him.

Alastor’s back bowed, his pelvis tilting sharply.

Gasping, Alastor whined at the warm and wet feeling of Lucifer probing him.

Lucifer’s tongue wiggled and wagged; pressing and teasing at Alastor’s tight muscles that were just inside. Dragging his forked tip in a circular motion against Alastor’s walls, Lucifer felt the puckering of the tight hole against his ministrations, and it elicited an obscene moan from the devil’s mouth.

Alastor’s tail flicked at the sound of it…his body melting into the pleasurable vibrations it was sending careening up from his tailbone and upward into his spine.

Feeling this change in him; Lucifer retreated his tongue, pulling himself back.

“I should toss your salad more often.” He was smirking, the forks of his tongue curving and sliding across the corner of his upper lip.

“Lucifer…” Alastor growled a warning, the sound of it rumbling out from the covers.

“Hehe…apologies.”

With a flick of the hand, Lucifer had his fingers coated in a slick and warm lube.

Gently, Lucifer grasped Alastor’s tail in his un-lubricated hand. His thumb stroked soothing circles into the soft smokey skin that ran up the underside of it and his slick fingers pressed against Alastor’s opening, massaging him against the entrance there.

Alastor felt the warm lube sliding across his twitching hole and he wasn’t sure just how much more of this he could take… The things Lucifer were doing to him there were stimulating enough but he still had the cock ring to contend with. All of it had him breaking out into a sweat now; his legs and his knees where quivering from the slow building of an absolute tension that he never knew his body was capable of withstanding.

"You're doing so good, Al... are you ready for more?" Lucifer was pressing himself back into him; the pads of his fingers teasingly brushing and pushing…threatening to press inside.

Alastor’s tail, still in Lucifer’s hand, began wagging.

"Mmm...good boy." Lucifer breathed, Alastor’s tail was giving him all the affirmation that he needed.

Alastor felt a heat touching his face that quickly climbed into a flaring scorch when Lucifer pressed one finger into him, the first joint of it sliding inside. Reflexively, Alastor tensed, and his tail went stiffly erect in Lucifer’s curled fingers.

"Easy...try to relax. It's going to feel different...I promise I'll go slow." Lucifer was telling him, coaching him.

Lucifer carefully wagged his finger, pushing more inside.

“Ahhh....” Alastor was groaning, body trembling as he shifted himself. He was biting his lip now; the heat in him only growing hotter, his face only turning redder.

"You're doing great, Al.” Lucifer told him. “But, fuck...you’re so tight." He growled, a heat quickly building in him now.

Obscene imaginings…the very thought of Lucifer getting to slide himself into this tight and radiating heat...feeling the walls pucker and tighten against his own cock.

It was much too enticing.

“You're still too tense.” Lucifer suddenly noted, feeling and seeing that Alastor’s entire body was still strung tighter than a bowstring. “C'mon, Al... you can do this...relax for me, baby.”

Alastor’s tail wagged again, and Lucifer squeezed it, thumb and fingers stroking through the still-standing strands of hair. A great breath of air rushed from Alastor’s lungs and little by little, his muscles started relaxing.

"That's it...good." Lucifer groaned, his finger sliding more inward now and Alastor’s tail flicked in his hand.

Lucifer twisted and rotated his wrist…teasing and pushing again before he slowly and carefully began pumping his hand.

A loud groan came from Alastor and he was bending his back; pressing himself into Lucifer and rocking against himself against him now.

Hm…yes, Al…that’s the way.

Lucifer’s tail slithered and slid between Alastor’s outspread knees. Curling the tip of it upward; Lucifer found the head of Alastor’s incredibly engorged length and Lucifer began to tease him there with his tail.

“Ah, fuck…” Alastor gasped out. “Luci…” His claws were digging into the mattress now.

Lucifer, himself, was incredibly hard now and he fought the incessant urge to rub and grind himself against Alastor’s thigh…to rut and hump himself against him like some miserably randy dog. He was still pumping his finger…curling the tip of it and sliding it…forward and back…just like his dick would be. He wasn’t just imagining it now, but feeling it. Feeling the exact way it would be like to be inside of Alastor; how there would be that resistance at first…how Lucifer would take his time and slowly – but surely – he would bury all of himself…right up to the very hilt -

“Luci! I...” Alastor was trembling; desperately trying to convey something now.

Lucifer pulled away from his own filthy thoughts and immediately knew what it was.

“Already!?” Lucifer asked him, leaning over…happily surprised.

I knew he would like it, but damn…

Alastor nodded; waves of pleasure urgently rushing through him now.

“That’s great, Al.” Lucifer told him; pressing himself closer. “Let it take you.” Lucifer curled his finger into him more; never changing tempo.

Alastor shuddered; nearly breathless now. “The-the ring!?”

Oh….ha! Lucifer realized.

“You can come, Al...it won’t stop you.” Lucifer explained, suppressing a low chuckle as he continued pumping his hand against him. “It might feel like you can’t, but you can.”

Alastor whined and whimpered; claws raking beside him – hips thrusting sharply forward now.

“Or, I can remove it –“ Lucifer meant to offer.

“No, I think- I’m-” Alastor jerked and then he was crying out. “ I – I’m...!”

When he came, the explosion that was Alastor’s orgasm was like a shotgun going off. Everything rushed to him so hard and fast; the violence of it...the sheer, brilliant ecstasy that rammed into him from some deeper, tighter coil that he never realized his body possessed…it sent him reeling…it was overwhelming….it was, incredible.

The tension letting go in Alastor was suddenly too much; he wobbled and everything gave out as he fell into the bed underneath Lucifer.

Dragging his tail out; Lucifer carefully – slowly – removed his finger from Alastor. Lucifer was deeply appreciating the fluttering of muscles his finger was retreating from…the needfully way Alastor was whimpering and wiggling when his digit left him – leaving him empty.

Lucifer sighed with a deep and domineering pride. Letting go of Alastor’s tail; he let it fall limply from his hand; moving both now to run possessively – greedily – over Alastor’s sweating cheeks and upper thighs.

Oh, but how much I crave to claim you…Alastor. Lucifer’s member was absolutely twitching at the idea, pre-cum beading at his tip and so ready now to be put to the task.

Lucifer bit his tongue; arching his back… the temptation of impaling Alastor now…to drive his sword in and to drive it deep…it was…intoxicating.

I never would…of course…not now…not…yet. Oh…but to feel you writhing against me.

He was drooling at the very thought.

His hand twitched; fingers flexing as Lucifer went to reach for himself but then, Alastor was moving, shifting and turning himself over.

Alastor’s eyes were lost in a haze; but seeing Lucifer…seeing the absolute hunger…the lust…the need that the very devil had for him then...Alastor never knew that Hell could burn so hot.

Lucifer’s own eyes were glassy – his pupils blown-out – staring back at Alastor from heavy, hooded lids.

“You did enjoy it then?” Lucifer asked him, his voice like gravel against the back of his throat.

“Of course. Are you surprised?” Alastor asked him lowly, sitting himself up and leaning forward now.

“Not really...” Lucifer was searching for something else to say, but the fog in his mind that he was shifting through was becoming too heavy and Alastor was crawling over him now; his long body angling itself around him, pressing close…Long and firm fingers wrapped around Lucifer’s shaft; gripping him fully. Lucifer’s head bent back at the feel of it and Alastor’s face followed his. Heated and panting breath was puffing against Lucifer’s already too-hot skin, Alastor’s mouth pressed in close to the side of Lucifer’s face.

“Were you...imagining it?” Alastor asked him in a low growl.

Lucifer’s face flared red and he nearly bucked himself into Alastor’s hand.

“Imagining what it might look like...imagining what it might...feel like?” Alastor was groaning growls against him and Lucifer couldn’t fucking take it.

Lucifer bucked into his hand then, hissing at the pleasure of feeling Alastor wrapped so firmly to his swollen cock; and Alastor’s grip tightened.

Oh...fuck…Lucifer was dizzy with want.

“Hmmm...” Pleased with Lucifer’s response, Alastor hummed against him. “How warm was I, Luci?” He growled.

Alastor hand tightened again; and Lucifer thrust himself forward – teeth clenching as he grunted out a salacious pant.

“How...tight was I?” Alastor crooned and it was Lucifer’s undoing.

Lucifer was thrusting into Alastor’s hand in earnest now; the pleasure building in him was rolling over him in great and powerful – overwhelming - waves.

“Ah. Ah. Ah.” Lucifer’s panting was slowly developing into some wanton chant as his pelvis ground and bucked into Alastor’s caged fingers.

“I can tell you that I was imagining it, Luci…” Alastor purred back at him; drooling seeping from between his teeth; strands of it slipping from his lips and sliding down Lucifer’s neck now. “To feel your cock...this cock...entering and sliding inside of me...” Alastor released a shaking breath out. “I cannot wait.”

And, over the edge Lucifer went – nearly howling out his immense pleasure, Lucifer’s hands flew up; his claws digging into Alastor’s sides as his release violently took him. Alastor growled in an approving surprise at the sharpened edges dragging against his skin – cutting bleeding scratches all along his ribs.

Lucifer’s cum came through Alastor’s fingers in spurts; Lucifer pumping himself all out into Alastor’s tight hand; and when he was done – Alastor released him – letting him fall limply against his own belly.

With a purring growl; Alastor slumped himself forward – collapsing with Lucifer back onto the bed.

Alastor’s ears were flicking – reflecting his satisfaction as Lucifer was still working to steady himself; panting heavily underneath him.

“That was…okay, then?” Lucifer gasped out.

Alastor’s growling slowly turned into a building rumbling. “More okay than I'm ready to admit to you yet…so, please…shut the fuck up, Lucifer.”

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inuhalfdemon · 11 months ago

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Down Day for No One Can Know...

Word Count: 1,748 Words

“Luci?” Alastor growled, sliding from the shadows and stepping into the dark of Lucifer’s room within the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor’s demon eyes shown red in the dark as he approached the King’s bed. “You were missed at breakfast this morning…I know the menu wasn’t a favorite of yours, but really, did Waffle Wednesday deserve such scorn?” He meant to tease but stepping up to beside the bed, Alastor knew something was most certainly…off. Though he was no early bird, Lucifer usually greeted the day much earlier than this.

The room was dark and the room was stale: the curtains had been left drawn and there clearly had been no opening of a window or door for some time. Charlie had kindly offered days of respite for all residents of the hotel; there had been much to do following the re-build of the place and their stand against Adam…Alastor had happily threw himself into catching up on tasks he had left to address within his radio tower or among the other Overlords. Both Alastor and Lucifer had seen less of each other these past few days, these past few nights – something that was inevitable with all the responsibilities they had left to maintain; but Alastor still found Lucifer’s absence this morning as something that required his full attention.

“Luci?” Alastor asked again; softer now as he gently pulled back the mess of blankets and covers that laid across the bed.

The covers pulled away and Alastor saw that Lucifer was curled tightly into himself; wings out and folded protectively to his sides. He shifted some; feathers shuffling as he pressed himself tighter to the bed and softly groaned.

“Lucifer…do you mean to remain restive the entirety of the day?” There was no contempt in Alastor’s question; only a curiosity. He tilted his head, carefully assessing the angel. He noted that Lucifer was dressed in only his boxers and that his long devil’s tail was coiled, wrapped and firmly holding him; loops of it stacked all along the length of one arm – a clear indication of self-soothing.

“Hmph…too tired…” Lucifer mumbled into a pillow, turning his head away from Alastor.

Alastor’s smiled twitched briefly at the corners of his mouth and he eased himself down to sit beside Lucifer.

Reaching out and saying nothing, he slid his hand to touch Lucifer’s bare arm beside him; claws dragging across soft skin. Lucifer tensed – face burrowing further into the pillow and body tightening; reluctant to move. Humming, Alastor’s claws dragged gently down Lucifer’s arm and finding that he wasn’t being pried from his position – Lucifer relaxed, softened and melted to the touch.

Tracing his hand down; Alastor coaxed and freed Lucifer’s own hand from him. Pulling it away and pulling it close; Alastor traced patterns across the back of it, following the knuckles and pressing into the palm. He turned Lucifer’s hand this way and that in his; feeling Lucifer’s arm going lax and boneless as he did. Alastor glanced back down at the angel.

Such an interesting contradiction…refusal of self-care but desperate to self-soothe…averse to being moved or touched…yet…starved for it just the same. How the ailments of the mind love to fuck with us, and those that we cherish. He mused, bringing Lucifer’s hand to his lips. He held it there briefly, softly to his mouth before a sharp end of a tooth bit into the skin.

Lucifer yelped; yanking his hand back.

“The fuck!?” he hissed.

Alastor sucked his teeth…cortisol. Even in ichor, Alastor could detect the bitter notes of the stress hormone – it would seem.

“You are depressed,” Alastor said softly.

“Yeah, no shit,” Lucifer snarled. “You couldn’t have just asked!?”

“I…wouldn’t have known how to broach such a subject,” Alastor admitted.

“Well, consider it broached,” Lucifer bit back, curling back into himself and turning away. He sighed. “Please go away, Al…I don’t…I didn’t really want you to find me like this. It’s not something I can help and it will pass, I just…I need to let it run its course. You’ve got plenty to do and I’ll be more like myself later on...”

“Mmm…yes. Lot’s to do,” Alastor hummed. “I wonder…would you eat anything if I brought you up something?”

“No...I-I really don’t want anything right now, thank you,” Lucifer told him quietly, still turned away.

“A bath first, then,” Alastor decided; leaning over and lifting Lucifer completely out of the bed.

“The Hell!? Al!?” Lucifer objected as Alastor swung him with him; taking him with as he headed for the bathroom.

“It will do you good,” Alastor told him; pausing at the door and nuzzling him in a moment of sweetness, “and frankly…you stink, Samael.”

Lucifer huffed; his tail had slid away from his arm – lashing beside them in agitation.

Alastor was right, the bath had helped.

Moving one of the radios he kept throughout the hotel, Alastor had it placed beside were he knelt by the tub – playing soft jazz – as Alastor worked at scrubbing Lucifer clean. Alastor had set his jacket and bowtie aside; his sleeves were pulled up past his elbows; his shirt open at the collar and a little way down his chest – exposing the end of his freshly healed scar; his gift from Adam – and he hummed as he saw to his angel.

He took his time; washing and scrubbing at Lucifer’s back, under his arms and along his chest. He even dosed him with clean warm water; taking pangs to massage his scalp with shampoo and conditioner, thoroughly cleansing his hair, before dosing him again – rinsing him off.

Lucifer never commented on it; but he also had noticed the movement of a few of the many rubber ducks he kept randomly placed throughout his suite. One sat atop the radio Alastor had brought in; another beside it. Another two were floating in the tub with him and still another sat beside the warm, fluffy towel Alastor had set aside to use when they were done.

The agitation Lucifer first had felt towards Alastor’s ministrations was short-lived; turning instead into a deep-seeded guilt that laid heavy in his gut before giving way to something sucking and cloying…something that pulled at him – demanded and commanded his body and his mind – holding him in a firm state of dullness, exhausted and forlorn.

After ensuring that he was toweled and dried, Alastor provided Lucifer with clean sleepwear; silk blue pajamas and soft, fluffy slippers. Refusing to be made to be carried this time; Lucifer led the way, shuffling dispiritedly back into the bedroom.

Lucifer was surprised to find it in a different state than what they had left it, and he couldn’t fathom when Alastor found the time to make it so. The curtains were drawn back and Hell’s muted, afternoon red rays filtered in; the fabric of them rustling in a gentle fresh breeze that wafted through the now-open windows. The bedding was changed; the duvet and the sheets all made up – fresh and inviting – the smell of sweet lavender permeating the air from the linens. At the bedside table, a steaming cup of what smelled like hot, chamomile tea, honey and a scone.

A hard lump was forming in Lucifer’s throat…that same deep-seeded guilt ebbing in his belly – telling him he didn’t deserve such treatment…that it was pathetic for him to need such kindnesses…

Alastor peeled back the covers to the bed whilst Lucifer kicked off the slippers.

“Eat if you can,” Alastor told him; squeezing his shoulder and stepping away so that Lucifer may slide back into the bed. “The tea I brewed with valerian root; it will help you find sleep.”

“I have a couple of matters to address; won’t take long,” Alastor assured him.

“Al…you’ve got too much-“ Lucifer began; settling into the bed.

“Luci.” Alastor gently took his chin; forcing their eyes to meet. “ Listen to me when I tell you: You are the most important thing I have to see to today…nothing else.”

Lucifer swallowed…a dry and uncomfortable swallow; feeling nothing but a hollow ache; only hating himself more for it.

Alastor kissed him. He wasn’t surprised to find the lack of enthusiasm in return for the gesture but the unfamiliarity of it still unnerved him. Squeezing Lucifer’s shoulder again; he dissipated into shadow and quickly drifted off.

Twenty minutes later, he was back in Lucifer’s room – sooner than he could have hoped. He had canceled a late afternoon tea with Rosie; had informed Carmilla that he would have to follow up with her on some reports at a later date and had quickly checked to see that there was nothing absolutely pressing happening right then with the hotel or any of its residents.

Coming back; he saw that Lucifer had nibbled partway through the scone that he had brought and that the tea had been drained empty.

Also better than I had hoped… Alastor noted. He smoothly changed himself into his own silk sleepwear; a red pin-striped style silk set of his own – and he crawled into the bed; joining his angel.

Alastor pulled Lucifer’s tight and curled body to him; his own long body and limbs curling around him and holding him close. Lucifer stirred and Alastor saw that he hadn’t quite found the sleep his mind and his body so badly sought for.

“The valerian didn’t do the trick, huh?”

“No…” Lucifer groaned; pressing his face into Alastor’s chest.

“Hmm....” Alastor hummed. “I wonder…if you’d mind following me into the shadows?”

Lucifer tilted his head; questioningly looking back at Alastor with one eye.

“My shadow…well, he’s grown rather inexplicably fond of you,” Alastor explained. “It’s not something I normally could offer but…he’s agreeable.”

Well…more than that really… Alastor winced inwardly; dreading the sensual implications it would potentially bring in their sexual exploits with each other.

“So…would you like to?” Alastor asked him when Lucifer laid quiet. “Join me in my…shadowy domain? I assure you; it’s quite pleasantly restive.”

Lucifer sighed; pressing his face closer into Alastor; closing his eyes. “I bet that’s what you say to all of your King’s of Hell…”

“Quite,” Alastor smiled; happy to see that Lucifer was finding some humor in this miserable day he was having.

“As long as I’m with you…” Lucifer said softly.

“Of course…” Alastor told him; hugging him tight.

His shadow came and in a smooth and enveloping coolness; Lucifer felt both he and Alastor being pulled into a submerging darkness…the sleep that Lucifer had so desperately needed finally found him.

“Sleep well…our King.”

Part 2: Out by the Bayou

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