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Something was different.
Something about Lucifer.
He was... oozing with sexuality. There was just something in the way that he sat at the bar, languid and comfortable. The arch of his back coquettishly showing off how it tapered down to his hips. Legs crossed in a way that lewdly tugged at the loose material of his trousers just around the curve of his rump and the press of his thighs. Almost suggesting at plush flesh beneath.
He always wore loose pants. Maybe to hide plump thighs. All those sweets had to go somewhere. If Alastor put his hand on Lucifer’s leg and squeezed, would he feel it give underneath his claws like warm caramel-
“Alastor?”
The deer demon looked up, abruptly pulled out of his dark haze. He found the king staring at him with a raised eyebrow, as if he didn’t know perfectly well what he was doing. Fine, he could play his game. Composing himself, he strode up to the bar to take the glass of rye already waiting for him. This signaled Lucifer to slide out of his seat with his own drink, gesturing to Husk with it in thanks.
...Was that little sexual display for Husk’s benefit?
Alastor glanced at his pet, but the sphinx was already deeply entrenched in conversation with Angel. Not paying the least attention to either of them. Hm. Unlikely.
He followed Lucifer across the lobby, watching the way his hips seemed to sashay as he walked. The king landed with a small plop at the chess table, setting the glass at his elbow as he smiled his sharp grin up at Alastor in challenge. Waiting for him to sit and start their game.
This had become a bit of a habit of theirs. After one too many fights, Charlie forced them to find one interest in common and had them stick with it everyday for a month.
They stuck with it five months and counting…
Alastor was loath to admit it, but the little imp grew on him. Like mold.
Strangely erotic mold…
His eyes locked onto Lucifer’s bared throat, the ties of his bow tie undone at the end of the day to reveal the long lines of his neck down to a Cupid’s bow at his clavicle. He could just see the start of the well defined crevice between his pecs, leading down to-
Lucifer waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello~?” he called, wrenching Alastor out of his thoughts again. “Golly, you’re spacy today. Are you feeling alright?”
“I’m fine,” Alastor replied tightly, sitting himself down across the king. Was this just some sort of distraction technique to throw him off his game? Lucifer had been on a bit of a losing streak lately. What a laugh. As if that sort of thing worked on him.
“Check.”
What.
Alastor stared at the pieces, wondering where the Hell he went wrong. He moved a piece. Only realizing too late-
“Check.”
His eyes flicked up to meet Lucifer’s pleased ones. With a sigh, he conceded and surrendered his king piece. Lucifer took it with a gleeful cackle to take to hoard with the rest of his collection. Why Lucifer felt the need to display each of his little trophies was beyond him. But Alastor indulged him. It was oddly endearing. So he conjured a new king piece, red with a radio microphone head. Slightly different from the last one.
“Again?” he asked, leaning forward to rearrange the pieces to start again.
“Ummm,” Lucifer spoke wincingly, causing Alastor to gaze up at him. “I mean, you didn’t really seem like you had your head in the game. One victory’s fine, but the rest are going to seem kinda hollow.”
“You say that as if you didn’t orchestrate it!” Alastor protested.
“What?” Lucifer blinked.
“Oh don’t what me,” he snapped. “You know fully well what you were doing.”
“…I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about,” the king deadpanned.
“Don’t you dare gaslight me!”
“How the Hell is gaslighting the one new slang word you picked up?”
“Enough!” Alastor harrumphed, massaging the knot of his brow with his fingers. “I’ll just ignore your little ruse if you like. If you’re feeling guilty for cheating-“
“Cheating?!”
“Have your trophy and we’ll call it a night.” He stood up from the table and headed to his room, trying to squash the niggling doubt at the back of his mind. Lucifer had looked so shocked. But if that little display wasn’t for him, then what was it for? Shaking his head, he cast the thought away as he entered his room. No matter. Everything would be back to normal in the morning.
~o~
The fluffy yellow robe was entirely too big for the small king. The hem kept threatening to slip off of his shoulder, like the enticing silhouette of a flapper in a plush fur, inviting the eyes to stare at his supple neck. His heart shaped tail swayed by his cloven feet, exposed underneath the long sleeping gown that came down to his calves.
Lucifer always took advantage of his lack of trousers to ‘air his tail’ out. Which suddenly made Alastor wonder. Was he wearing nothing at all underneath the gown? If he picked the little king up onto the kitchen table and hitched his gown up, would he just find just an expanse of creamy white skin, plump thighs he could sink his teeth into, all the way up to his-
“Alastor, you’re getting coffee everywhere.”
Alastor blinked and looked down. Then cursed as he saw he’d overfilled his mug, spilling enough coffee that it had cascaded onto the floor. He snapped his fingers to get a couple of shadow minions to clean it up for him, then brought his and Lucifer’s mugs to the kitchen table. Trying to ignore the worried look the king gave him.
This had been going on for days.
Lucifer hadn’t toned down his provocative sensuality in the slightest. If anything, he was completely unaware of what he was doing. It was absolutely maddening. It made Alastor wonder if the gremlin was slowly turning into an incubus. Desperate, he even tried to bring it up to Charlie once, but at her big innocent doe eyes, he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.
Lucifer picked up the tea Alastor prepared for him, more cream and sugar than actual tea. He made a little sound of toe-curling pleasure that sent a little tremble down Alastor’s spine. Like he’d tapped right into his frequency. Then the king beamed up at him with just a hint of smugness, “Oh, you like me.”
Well. He did. But he was hardly going to admit that. “Oh, hush,” he replied, as close as he would come to confirmation, bringing his coffee up to his lips.
Lucifer drained his cup entirely too quickly, his forked tongue darting out to lap up the milky substance from his upper lip with a satisfied hum. Alastor stared. Until he felt scalding hot coffee drip onto his lap. He couldn’t quite bite down his yelp of surprise, jerking the king’s attention to him. Lucifer fixed it instantly, hand waving the hot coffee away off of his silk pajamas. Halfway risen up to his cloven feet, he leaned over the table, casting another worried look at Alastor.
“Alastor, are you alright?” he asked, looking him over as the deer demon felt himself internally dying of mortification.
“I’m fine,” he snapped, slightly regretting it as Lucifer flinched at his tone.
The king slowly sank back down into his seat, but his concerned look didn’t abate in the slightest. It was the same kind of look he would bestow on Charlie and it grated Alastor to no end. “Alastor...” he tried again. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been really distracted lately. You know you can talk to me, right? About anything?”
He reached out, brushing his fingertips over Alastor’s knuckles in what was probably supposed to be a comforting gesture. However, his touch felt electric, sending sparks under his skin. Alastor jerked back at how alien it felt. Lucifer snapped his hand back, misinterpreting his action. “Oh, ah! Sorry!” he apologized quickly. “I forgot.”
“It’s fine,” Alastor replied, resisting the urge to rub a hand over his knuckles where the skin still tingled. “Just stop fussing like a mother hen.”
“Okay, okay,” Lucifer relented, holding his hands up in surrender. “Anyway, what are you doing today?”
“I have an errand in Cannibal Town, if you must know,” the deer demon replied archly, still unsettled by the king’s almost parental manner.
“Oh! Great, I have something there too. Let’s go together!” the king said brightly.
Alastor turned a suspicious look on him. “Are you just saying that so you can follow me around?”
“I am not! I have a real reason! Promise!” Lucifer protested.
“...Fine.” Alastor downed his coffee and rose to his feet. “I’ll see you in front in two hours.” He left before the king could further distract him with his sensuous wiles. Surely, Lucifer would be normal outside the hotel. His reputation was at stake.
~o~
Apparently, he was wrong.
“Lucifer, you are not going out like that.”
The king blanched and looked down at his garb. The white coat left nothing to imagination, accentuating each licentious curve to taper down to that impossibly slender waist. Only for those loose trousers of his to show off his exaggerated hourglass figure. That waistcoat was so snug all it would take was a single slip of a claw to pop the buttons off and expose the lily white flesh underneath.
“This is... literally what I always wear,” Lucifer objected, which was a big fat lie. “Are you still on about how tacky my hat is?”
Well. It was that. But Alastor narrowed his eyes as he let out a displeased growl. “Change. Now.”
Lucifer stared at him. Then harrumphed as he casually waved his hand and his clothes changed into a sleek black suit, crimson red shirt and a black silk tie. He still had a crown of sorts, a much more subdued gold diadem in the form of a snake that wrapped around a ruby jewel apple at its center. The overall effect made him look dangerous and alluring in an entirely different way. “Better?” he demanded.
Alastor’s mouth had gone dry. “N-no! Not better!” he cried, feeling his entire body go uncomfortably hot.
“Well, too bad. I’m not changing again,” the king declared, summoning his apple cane and heading right out the door.
Alastor wavered in the doorway. Torn between just letting him go off on his own and leaving him to the wolves or following. After a frustrated burst of static, he quickly followed on Lucifer’s heels for the relatively short walk to Cannibal Town.
On the way, he could feel everyone’s eyes on the king, just as he feared. As if everyone wanted to take a bite out of him. He was tempted to simply throw up a wall of shadows to block anyone from viewing him, but how would he ever explain himself to the king?
Seeming to notice his agitation, Lucifer looked around at the onlookers, before his eyes flicked up to the Radio Demon. “Are you not a fan of the attention?”
“That’s one way to put it,” Alastor allowed, sending a vicious smile at the onlookers to send them scattering.
“Well, perils of being king,” he said with frustrating nonchalance. He held out a hand, palm up. “Want me to portal us there?”
Alastor looked apprehensively at the proffered hand, his knuckles still tingling from the touch that morning. He settled for the lesser of two evils. “Fine,” he replied, slowly placing his hand on top of Lucifer’s. That zing went through him again, warm and electric. Then a portal opened up right to the town square and they both stepped through. Lucifer let go of him immediately, but the energy still lingered.
“Now… where would Rosie be…?” the king asked aloud to himself, freezing Alastor in place just as he was about to dash off to the butcher.
“Rosie?” Alastor echoed stupidly. How in Hell did those two ever get acquainted? When?
“Ah! Rosie!” Lucifer ignored him in favor of waving wildly to someone all too familiar across the square. It was Alastor’s Rosie. The deer demon could only look on in complete bafflement as Lucifer jogged up to Rosie and greeted her. “You are looking as lovely as ever,” he smiled, taking her delicate hand to press a kiss to her knuckles.
“Oh, Luci, you’re such a charmer~!” Rosie tittered, granting the king a warm smile. A look of genuine affection. “Now what can I do for you today, Luci dear?”
“What, can’t I just say for the pleasure of your company?” Lucifer replied, still heavily layering on the sweet-talk as Rosie giggled.
Neither of them paid Alastor any attention at all.
Oh, now he understood. This was why Lucifer was suddenly different. It was for Rosie’s benefit. It made sense. They liked each other. Rosie was widowed. Lucifer divorced. He liked tall, powerful women. She liked wit, charm, independence, a little bit of a project. They suited each other well. It... made sense...
So why did it suddenly feel like he was suffocating?
Before he could witness anymore, he turned on his heel and fled, forgoing the butcher completely to simply head back to the hotel. Without speaking to anyone, he went back to his room and sat silently in the static.
~o~
“You didn’t stick around long today.”
Alastor mechanically moved his chess pieces, focusing on his countergambit. He didn’t look up. Knowing if he did, he would still see the titillating energy rolling off of the king in waves. Knowing who it was meant for. “I had my business to take care of.”
“You could have said hi. Rosie missed you.”
No, she didn’t.
“You looked like you were keeping her entertained enough for the both of us,” Alastor replied, keeping his voice perfectly even and disinterested. He was determined not to make anything of this. Rosie and Lucifer were a delightful match. There was no need for him to sour things simply because of a dark resentment he didn’t understand.
“Well, she’s a sweetheart. It’s not hard,” Lucifer said, as the Radio Demon clacked his piece a little too hard on the board. “...Do you have a problem with Rosie?”
“Don’t be absurd, I adore her,” Alastor answered tightly with absolutely none of the genuine feeling he meant to convey. “She’s absolutely wonderful.”
“...Oookay?” Lucifer replied, sounding more than a little confused. However, Alastor had no intention of elucidating further. Thankfully, the king decided to drop it. Especially when Alastor checkmated him in a particularly vicious trap. He sighed and said, “Good game. Another?”
“Of course, why wouldn’t I?”
“…I dunno, because you’ve been acting fucking weird lately?” Lucifer said archly.
“You’re acting weird,” Alastor replied petulantly. It wasn’t exactly his finest retort. He could feel Lucifer’s eyes on him and he chanced a look upwards. The king still dripped with that sensuality, made worse by the crimson shirt he still wore that only highlighted his delicious flesh and made him glow.
“Who are you trying to impress right now?” Alastor asked.
Lucifer blinked. “Huh? Uh, I mean. I’m not. You, I guess?”
“Such diction. Such alacrity of wit,” Alastor drawled.
“Hey!”
Alastor smiled. Oh but he did enjoy teasing the king. His smile grew more subdued as he thought of how much Rosie would enjoy teasing Lucifer. They had similar humor. He refused to let himself dwell on it, however, so he said instead, “White or red?”
~o~
As soon as decorum allowed, Alastor went to visit Rosie.
He’d gotten a little sidetracked that morning. Lucifer had been sitting at the kitchen table much too provocatively. His red satin nightgown had ridden up to his knees, showing off the slim curves of his legs, pooling around his waist like rippling waves. The ever elusive soft thighs remaining tantalizingly just out of sight.
Ahem. In any case…
“Oh! You’re here quite early, Alastor!”
Alastor had caught Rosie on the stoop of her shop, sweeping it clean with a broom. He checked the time. 7:35. Ah. “Coffee?” he suggested.
Rosie thankfully was agreeable to it, leading him into her parlor for an impromptu chat. She sweetly nattered on about pleasantries as if nothing in the world was wrong. And Alastor hadn’t shown up absurdly early in the morning. Waiting, perhaps, for him to bring it up first.
“So you know Lucifer,” he said, a bit abruptly as she was talking about the weather.
“Oh! Oh yes,” Rosie smiled, taking a sip of coffee. “He told me you two came together the other day. You should have said hi, darling.” At his expectant and slightly impatient look, she added, “I have to say, he’s much more charming than I expected after all your stories about him. He came in on an errand for Charlie some months ago and we hit it right off.”
Months. This had been going on for months.
“I didn’t talk about him that much,” he protested, fighting back the sudden well of despair.
Rosie gave him a look. “Alastor, you wouldn’t stop talking about him for weeks on end. Even after you two started becoming friends. It was always ‘Rosie, you wouldn’t believe what he did this time,’ or ‘Rosie, he said the most ridiculous thing,’ or ‘Rosie, I simply cannot believe that silly little man is supposed to be king.’ It was actually very cute,” she giggled daintily behind her hand.
Alastor hid his flushed face behind his mug as he took a sip of coffee. How glad he amused her. “…Do you like him?” he asked, getting to the very heart of the matter.
That was when Rosie’s expression turned almost sly. “I do,” she admitted with a smile. “Like I said. Such a charmer. And he’s very handsome. You never mentioned that part, darling. He’s quite a catch.”
It was at that point that he could feel his smile almost fracture. Charming. Handsome. Oh, Lucifer was all those things. And more. His claws dug into his knee underneath the table as he fought tooth and nail to keep his composure. “Well,” he said after a moment, standing up from the table. “I hope that you two are very happy together,” he spoke as he pressed a kiss to her cheek, meaning every word of it and yet…
“Oh? Are you leaving? So soon?” she asked as he turned toward the door.
“Ah, yes. I’ve come entirely too early,” Alastor hedged with a strained smile. “I must let you get back on with your day and open shop. And I do have a hotel to run, so…”
“Of course, of course,” Rosie said amiably. She got up from her chair to go to one of her shelves, procuring a soft package wrapped in brown paper and twine. It could have been a blanket, but most likely clothes. “Since you’re going back to the hotel, can you give this to Luci?”
Alastor felt the overwhelming urge to throw it into the nearest ditch. Instead he took it and replied, “Of course. Not a problem at all.”
When he arrived back at the hotel it was still early yet, but he found Lucifer out in the back dressed for gardening. It should not have been sexy. Yet the king somehow still managed. He had broken a sweat while digging around in the dirt. His skin glistened in the sun, his white shirt nearly see through as it clung to his lean muscles as he hefted tall mature fruit trees over his shoulder to drop them in their waiting holes. He wiped the sweat from his brow, smudging dirt on his face in the process.
Alastor stared at the sight. Until Lucifer noticed his presence. “Oh! Morning. Again. What’s that?” Alastor rather sullenly handed it over without explanation. But the king seemed to recognize it regardless as his face broke into a beaming smile. “Oh! Thank you,” he said, seeming to glow as he held the package to his chest like a treasured prize. It made Alastor’s heart ache to look at him.
Which is when he realized it.
He had lost something he never knew he even wanted.
~o~
Alastor didn’t normally like beds. However, he found it a particular comfort when the rest of his day was so dreary and lifeless. It was as if all the color had leeched out of the world. Food and drink had no taste. Music gave him no pleasure. Even torture and murder didn’t give him that thrill it usually did. It felt as though it took all his energy simply to keep up appearances. To smile so that no one knew what he was thinking.
It worked for the most part.
Save for one.
Of course it was the object of his heartbreak that noticed his muted reactions, his quieter demeanor. Lucifer’s worried looks over the past week or so seemed to double at every interaction. Which were growing fewer and fewer. Alastor could hardly stand to look at him, feeling his heart twist treacherously with pain. Enough so that he wanted to rip the organ right out of his own body and squeeze it until he could feel nothing.
He settled instead on waiting for the pain to dull, its sharp edges weathered down by space and time. He would be fine, eventually. He had to be. For both Rosie and Lucifer’s sakes.
He just needed a little bit of space.
“Alastor. Alastor, are you in there?” a voice called out, pounding on his door.
...Which a certain little gremlin was determined not to give him.
His door pounded again. “Alastor, you’ve been in there for two days! Talk to me!”
“Go away!” he snapped like some recalcitrant teen, pulling a pillow over his ears to block the noise.
Of course Lucifer didn’t listen. The entitled little shit did whatever the fuck he wanted. Instead of footsteps heading away, the king had the gall to open his door and step into his lair. Alastor froze when he felt the mattress dip, his back to the royal as he curled up defensively underneath the covers. Thankfully, Lucifer didn’t touch him, but he could feel him hovering over him.
“Hey,” the king spoke softly, so close that Alastor could feel the heat of him. “Y’know... moping in the dark isn’t going to make things better. I would know. I’m an expert,” he jested lightly in self-deprecation.
“I told you to leave,” Alastor muttered, all the fight sucked out of him. “Just go be with Rosie.”
A silent pause followed. And then:
“...Alastor, look at me.” The deer demon resisted. So Lucifer insisted. “Alastor, please?”
Eventually, he craned his head to look over his shoulder. His breath caught. Lucifer was wearing a loose white tunic with cold shoulder sleeves that flared and then cuffed at his wrists with gold bands. The tunic cinched at his waist with a gold metal belt, once again showing off his slender waist and hourglass figure. The diadem was back, ornamenting his brow in gold and ruby. And Alastor realized that the tunic was backless, showing off six long healed scars over his muscled back. The king, the angel, gave him an embarrassed smile as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. “What do you think? Thought I’d try something different. Show off my roots a little.”
Alastor could hardly speak, his eyes roving hungrily over all that skin. The lean but powerful limbs, supple flesh hiding teasingly underneath the hem of the knee length tunic, muscles shifting with every movement beneath that lily white skin. It was beautiful, ethereal, obscene.
“Rosie made it for me.”
At once, Alastor’s temper flared. His claws dug into the sheets, tearing holes into them as he whispered dangerously, “What?”
“Well, more like I asked Rosie to make it for me,” Lucifer replied, though that wasn’t any better. “I heard she had some gold pieces collected from the Battle, so I asked for her help.” He held up a gold cuff, letting it catch in the light.
“Has she seen this on you?” the Radio Demon demanded, feeling his vision split as his eyes spun into dials.
“Not yet. I was going to show her later.” Lucifer studied him, watching the way that the deer demon’s body churned. “...Why does that bother you so much?”
Called out, Alastor forced himself to calm down. It was physically painful to force his body to shrink, as if he couldn’t contain the rage that was threatening to burst from him. “It doesn’t,” he snapped. “Do whatever the Hell you want.”
Once again, a silence followed. Lucifer’s eyes bore into him, trying to peel back the layers that the deer demon used to shield himself. “Y’know, Rosie told me something kind of funny,” he said after a moment. At Alastor’s belligerent silence, he elaborated, “She told me that you think she and I are together.”
What?
Lucifer leaned over him just as his eyes began to widen. “Alastor, she and I aren’t a couple. In fact, I’m still single.”
“...Oh,” Alastor intoned, his wits leaving him.
The king grinned mischievously. “Yes, o- mmhm!” The word caught on his mouth as Alastor rather ungracefully shoved his lips against his. Alastor pushed him down onto the bed, hungrily devouring him to find just the right fit. Lucifer let out a wanton moan, arching up into him as his claws traced over the scars on his back. His skin was hot, burning, tingling with that electric energy that made sparks fly. Lucifer’s fingers came up to his shirt and with a single tug, pulled it apart and let buttons scatter everywhere. It was his favorite nightshirt, but he didn’t care one whit as the king’s hands roved over his skin.
Breathlessly, Lucifer spoke between kisses, “I thought... I thought you didn’t want this...” His face was flushed with golden heat, as though he were melting, matching the diadem that still crowned him.
“I didn’t,” Alastor replied as he mouthed at Lucifer’s tender neck and shoulder. “But you defy all logic.” His clawed hand slid up Lucifer’s knee, underneath the tunic to find one of two things. One, he was not wearing anything underneath the tunic. As God intended. Two, Alastor only felt chiseled muscle along his thighs. Absolutely no give at all. It was so jarring that he felt himself pulled out of the moment.
Lucifer wriggled, eager to get on with it, but quickly realized that the deer demon was only clinically feeling up his leg. “What’s the matter?” he demanded, on the verge of a whine.
“I...” Alastor coughed awkwardly. “I was expecting you to be a bit softer.”
The king blinked, looking down to where Alastor’s claws had hitched up his tunic to his taut thighs. “O-oh,” he replied. Then an absolutely devious smile spread over his lips. He pushed Alastor up to fully sit in his lap. He put both of Alastor’s hands on top of his thighs before he wrapped his own arms around the deer demon’s shoulders. “Well~” he purred in soft seduction, “it’s a good thing I can shapeshift.”
Alastor’s eyes bulged as he felt Lucifer grow heavier in his lap, his hands feeling up suddenly soft pliant flesh. Every bit as lush and warm as he imagined. Lucifer looked coyly up at him. “Better?” he asked, nibbling along Alastor’s jaw as he ground his plump rump against Alastor’s pelvis.
Alastor let out a whimper. Then a growl, as his claws dug into the soft flesh to pull him closer.
~o~
The tunic never did make it out of the bedroom.
Instead, Lucifer wore what he always did. Tight vests, broad-shouldered jackets, loose trousers. He was in a much better mood nowadays, especially now that he managed to coax Alastor out of his room. Things seemed to go back to normal between them outwardly. They had their nightly chess games and helped Charlie around the hotel to keep things running smoothly.
They even had Rosie come over for tea to hash out any hard feelings. “So sorry for teasing you, darling,” Rosie had smiled at her dear friend. “But I’m glad you finally figured it out.” Alastor just harrumphed at that and hid his blush behind his cup.
One thing that did change?
The horny little imp taking full advantage of his assets to beguile the Radio Demon into bed whenever he wanted. All it took were little things here and there. Dropping a pen on the ground. Sliding Alastor’s hand over his thigh underneath the breakfast table. ‘Accidentally’ sitting in his lap in the library.
Lucifer’s sexual attraction hadn’t been focused before. Now Alastor felt the full brunt of it, the king teasing him ruthlessly and making his mind go blank.
He was more distracted than ever.
“You’re cheating,” he ground out as he felt Lucifer slide his foot against his calf underneath the chess table.
The Devil made a faux-innocent gesture at his chest ‘moi?’ He was smiling far too wickedly to be believable. Alastor powered through the next few moves, even as Lucifer’s efforts redoubled, his knee sliding in between Alastor’s thighs. All thoughts of strategy were burning up, heat scorching down his body and leading down to the press of Lucifer’s flesh against his. “Alastor~” Lucifer purred, his eyes dark with lust, “Wouldn’t you rather play a game that we can both win~?”
Finally, Alastor threw in the towel. “Ugh, fine! You win,” he conceded, tipping his king over just to get the game over with. Lucifer let out a triumphant little yip, collecting his prize up to join the rest of his hoard. Alastor hardly saw the point with his flagrant chicanery, but it was still oddly endearing. Sighing he stood up, trying to exude an air of aloofness as he strode a little quickly to the elevator with the king hot on his heels.
Down below, Charlie watched the pair of them escape to their floor with a frown. “Is it just me or are they disappearing a lot lately?” she asked of the duo at the bar.
Husk thinned his lips into a tight line. He knew better than to air his Boss’s dirty laundry.
Angel had no such inhibition. “Oh yeah. They’re totally banging,” he said nonchalantly as he downed his drink.
“Wh-Whhhatt?!”