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It all started with their song together, “Dad beat dad”. Alastor cared about Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie, and damn if that didn’t win his heart then what would? Alastor’s bright, sinister smile was barely a smile at times, Like he was being forced to smile. But it was so beautiful, he couldn’t help but be entranced.
He felt butterflies whenever this man was around, at the bar, the hotel, and even in his own room. He didn’t know what Alastor was, otherwise he would have acted sooner. Before he couldn’t say no, and when he still had full control, and consent.
Though, at the moment Alastor felt sick, he had a fever that wouldn’t go away, no matter how hard he tried. He shouldn't be starting it yet, he refused to believe that would happen. He ran to the bathroom, hands trembling, and breath shaking. He felt his pants, they were wet. And damn it, his omega form was making his heat start. This had only happened once? ten times? More like 100 times at this point. But he couldn’t even remember the last time this had happened. Alastor walked into his bedroom for a quick rest, unaware that a certain demon was on the elevator, going up.
Lucifer walked into the room with a twirl and a bit of flair, classic for him. He knew he could find him here. Alastor was nearly always in his room, if he wasn’t recording one of his godawful, but popular broadcasts, Lucifer swore that one day he would block whichever channel Alastor broadcasted from.
Alastor knew he had to be alone, he had built one of the strongest reputations, one that had taken nearly ninety years to build, he wouldn’t allow his precious reputation to be destroyed. For god’s sake he was the one and only Radio Demon! He never wanted this. All he could feel was warmth, it radiated from his core like a furnace, and suddenly his clothes felt a bit too hot. He couldn't handle it. The feeling was too strong, like his body wanted something his mind had banned him from.
Lucifer practically jumped when he entered the room, Alastor looked like absolute shit. The normally polished and perfect man was disheveled and unkempt. It was honestly quite pathetic, but Lucifer couldn’t find it in him to laugh. He put a hand on his shoulder, it was meant to be comforting, but the taller man reacted oddly.
He leaned into it like he was an anchor to reality, the warmth, that touch. He needed him more than anything, but would never admit it.
“Are you ok?” Lucifer asked softly, his hand stroking Alastor’s back.
“Good as always, why are you asking?” Alastor replied, but something was off about him. He seemed to cling a bit too much to Lucifer, almost begging for skin contact.
He needed his flesh, his body, and his power. It was almost the same lust for power that led him to become an overlord, except this time it was a physical lust for him too, wanting to feel him. Lucifer seemed happy to oblige, always wanting the best for Charlie, and consequently himself. He had the literal King of Hell wrapped around his slim fingers. Despite how short the king was, he sure was cute.
Lucifer could smell that something was off with him, Alastor had gone from a rotten, sickly smell, to one as sweet as candy, almost minty. It was as if Alastor had done a full personality 360. The same man that had adamantly declined Angel, was now leaning into him. Lucifer didn’t know what to think about it, what would the deer overlord even have to gain from him? He surely didn’t have as much power to give out than the overlords did, and he wasn’t exactly in the best place mentally either.
Lucifer could barely think of the right words to describe the situation, when the taller man pressed himself against him. His hot breath was in his face, and Alastor's leg was between his. He grabbed Alastor and rolled so that he was underneath him. He would’ve asked permission normally, but the look in his eyes was more than enough to tell he wanted this.
Alastor seemed to be a bit dazed as Lucifer took off his pants, sucking in a deep breath only once the action was done, cold air hitting him suddenly. Lucifer made quick work of removing the rest of his garments, and quickly the deer overlord was beneath him, fully unclothed. Lucifer took the opportunity to look at his new prize, taking in his form.
Alastor’s skin was surprisingly dark in the low light of his bedroom, his nipples a dark brown, and his pussy was as soft as a virgin’s. Lucifer quickly took off his clothes, his member springing to attention at the sight of Alastor. A bit of blood spilled onto the white sheets as Lucifer aligned and inserted himself into the taller deer overlord.
Just as Lucifer was thinking about how good Alastor felt, he wanted to try something. Alastor quickly was dressed in a nun outfit, cut off at his thighs, but covering his hair fully. Alastor hadn’t even bothered to straighten his hair, caught up in the mess of his impending heat. Curly red hair sticking out like a halo with the angel on top of him.
Alastor let out lewd moans as Lucifer pushed deep inside his core. If any sinner would bear a child, it would be the product of the king, with his angelic grace and beauty being so enticing. It felt almost as if he was being impaled at first, taking several minutes before Alastor fully got used to Lucifer’s length. Though Alastor was sure the king was around average, it was still a distinctly foreign feeling, even with slick aiding the motions. Alastor let out an even louder moan as the king finished, not bothering to even clean up. Lucifer pulled out of him and laid beside him, arms around the overlord.
Alastor was still dressed in his nun costume when he proposed an idea, something that had been nagging him ever since he first laid eyes on the king. He had always wondered how he tasted, would his flesh and blood be salty like iron, or sweet like how many people taste to him.
“Do you think I could bite you? Just a little nibble darling~” Alastor said, making sure that his charming voice was back to normal.
“I think that would be the least of our worries.” Lucifer said, still pressing his body against the deer overlord.
Lucifer felt a pain in his neck as yellow teeth dug into the soft flesh. It turned out angel blood was sweet, and Lucifer had plenty of it, providing a feast for the cannibal. It dripped down like a golden stream from a bite in his neck. Alastor thought he was going to be addicted. Of all the flesh he had tasted in his many years as a cannibal, this was certainly the best.
Knowing Lucifer could recover was what made it so fun, the golden blood spilling across white skin and sheets. Alastor would certainly need more and the angel seemed eager to provide. If Lucifer didn’t have a new kink after this, he would be surprised.
Bites sting even after the original wound, as he later found out. Alastor’s yellow teeth were sharp like blades, even if he did need to brush them more often. Gold looked pretty against white. Sadly, when his blood fully dried, it was almost yellow without the shimmer and shine it had before.
It was as if the angelic power left around his new toy? Lover? Partner? He didn’t know what to call the man, but they surely were not enemies after this.
He woke up in a bed that was soft and warm. It was like the clouds in heaven, but not quite as elegant. It did feel like he was in Heaven again though. With the sunlight bouncing off the white sheets, and newly acquired golden accents. He couldn’t fully remember what led him to this predicament, but they surely weren't ordinary activities.
Lucifer felt a wet spot between his legs, where Alastor’s slick had not quite dried yet. He also felt wet against his back, where moist breath met white skin and gold blood. A single drop of blood was on Alastor’s cheek, contrasting against his gray skin and red hair.
With the literal Radio Demon curled around him, with his hands wrapped around his stomach, like he was protecting something. He remembered a bit of last night, those hands wrapped around his neck. Eventually they were around his pants, then the zipper being pulled down.
The bites against his skin, and the gold blood spilling into the other man’s mouth. The burn had felt so good, and for a moment he could forget just who he was with, a cannibal. Charlie opened the door to the room, unaware of the previous night’s events.
Both of her father figures wrapped around each other, with only a blanket covering them. They were in Alastor’s bedroom at the hotel, no less. She dropped the cup she was holding, with glass hitting the floor. With orange juice splattering across the tile. It was so loud Alastor’s ears pinned back.
The door suddenly slammed shut, causing Lucifer to duck as a flash of light filled the room before disappearing. It turned out that one of Alastor’s shadows shut the door, preserving the dignity of both men. It took a few seconds for Alastor to look up, but when he did he nearly jumped out of bed. He was shocked, did he really spend the night with the king of hell. He scrambled to get his classic coat back on, avoiding getting any golden stains on it.
And to think he said Sir Pentious got a lot off of him, the King of Hell had practically seen the entirety of him, inside and out. He practically ran out of the room at this realization. Leaving the angel, more specifically the King of Hell with one question.
Why didn’t Alastor notice the glow, it practically radiated off of him, and was definitely a weakness he should’ve noticed. It was the glow of creation. The same one he had felt when he made ducks, or more recently, Charlie