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Lucifer could never sleep. No matter the number of sleeping pills Belphagor gave him. If he ever did sleep he had nightmares. Nightmares of falling, of Lilith Leaving, of Charlie getting hurt. This night was no different. He had moved into the hotel 2 weeks after the battle with heaven. He decided to go make coffee. It wasn't like he was going to sleep anyway.
He began to make his way down the stairs. Once he reached the last few steps he began to hear the faint sound of piano. He followed it. As he came around the corner he saw Alastor. He was wearing a red button up and black slacks. His overcoat was hung over a chair. He looked peaceful. That's when Lucifer noticed the tail. Alastor had a fluffy, red, deer tail. Lucifer thought it was adorable.
“Nice tail, Alastor.” said Lucifer without thinking. A golden blush spread across his face.
“Ah, Hello Lucifer! Nice pajamas.” Alastor responded. Lucifer looked down at himself. He was wearing a t-shirt that said “Duck Off”, blue plaid pajama pants and duck slippers. His blush grew.
“What are you playing? ” Lucifer asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
“Just a song from when I was alive.” Alastor quickly responded.
“It's beautiful. ”
“My mother taught it to me. She used to dance as I played. ” Al remembered. He looked embarrassed.
“Well then, Al, care to dance?” Lucifer said holding out his hand. To Lucifer's surprise it was taken. Al summoned a shadow monster and it began to play. Lucifer and Alastor began to slowly dance around the room. They had slowly begun to become friends after the battle with heaven. They live on the same floor and can be in one another's general vicinity without fighting (most of the time). Lucifer tripped and was brought back to the moment. Him and Alastor were dancing around the room. In the dead of night. And he didn't hate it. He should hate it. It was Alastor. But he couldn't. This was pleasant. Peaceful. It made him happy. For the first time in months he felt genuinely happy.
`But all good things must come to an end. The music drowned out but Lucifer's happiness stayed. It felt warm. He glanced at Alastor. He was smiling, as always. But this one seemed sweet, genuine. They both blushed. Then, at the same time they realized they were still holding each other like they were dancing. They backed up.
“Sorry-” They said at the same time.
“I should go-” Lucifer began.
“Want to stay and talk-” Alastor said at the same time.
“I’ll stay. ” Lucifer whispered, sitting on the couch. Al moved to sit on the chair across from the couch. After a couple seconds of awkward silence, Lucifer began, “Why are you up so late anyway Al?”
“I just couldn't sleep. ”
“Same here”
Al was sitting in the chair curled in a ball. Lucifer thought he looked beautiful. No. Why did he think Al was beautiful? Al was a sinner. Al was Al. But now he wanted to kiss him. I thought he might. But then Al kissed him. It was cautious, but sweet. It barely lasted 5 seconds. Alastor quickly apologized.
“Sorry, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. ” Al apologized. Lucifer didn't know what to say to get him to calm down. So he kissed him. Again. It was different than kissing Lilith. It was sweeter. More cautious. It was like a symphony was playing in his mind. This whole night turned from a radio silence to a symphony of the sweetest music. It was him, Al and the world. No one could make him forget this feeling. And he hoped he never would.