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Lucifer was not jealous.
So what if Alastor was keeping some kind of secret from him, his long-term life partner? A secret he apparently felt comfortable enough sharing with Charlie if the scene he’d walked in on earlier was any indication. But it was whatever. Honestly, he was happy Alastor was confiding something in Charlie. It showed they were bonding, just as he’d always wanted them to.
Now, if only Alastor would bond the truth of whatever the fuck was happening right now to him, he’d be even happier.
Alastor was his normal self during lunch, keeping his words trapped behind a closed-lipped smile as the others all chatted amongst themselves. Angel and Cherri had partaken in a vicious thumb war, the casualty of which was one bottle of syrup being spilt on Husk, who complained about how long it was going to take to wash his fur out. Niffty had asked why he didn’t just lick it off, to which Husk paused, seemingly at a loss for words. It was a with a slow deliberateness that he’d stuck his tongue out and dragged it down the length of his arm. He’d kept at it for a solid few minutes, lapping the syrup up while the others stared at him in perturbed silence.
Alastor didn’t even crack a joke the whole time. That was how Lucifer knew something was up. To not take a golden opportunity to ridicule Husk? That didn’t sound like his Alastor.
He waited until their pancakes were eaten and the dishes were cleaned, when he and Alastor were back in their shared room before he brought anything up. The moment the door closed behind them, Lucifer grabbed Alastor’s lapels and yanked the two of them backwards. Alastor let out only a small sound of alarm as they both careened over, landing on the bed with a creak of springs. Lucifer fell on his back and immediately pulled Alastor on top of him, wrapping his arms and legs around him like an octopus. If he really wanted to keep Alastor trapped, he could radiate some angelic energy and keep him from using his powers to slip away, but Alastor didn’t try to fight or evade him. He simply pushed himself up on his hands and knees and blinked down at Lucifer, who stuck the tip of his forked tongue out at him.
“Quite an entrance,” Alastor commented, not reacting in the slightest as Lucifer dragged the heel of his boot up his back.
“Alastor,” Lucifer began sweetly, effectively side-stepping Alastor’s remark entirely. “What were you and Charlie talking about earlier?”
“Garbage,” Alastor replied instantly. He was close enough that Lucifer could see his own reflection mirrored back at him in the sheen of Alastor’s eyes. “A big load of it.”
Lucifer hummed, that cord of envy still strumming in his chest. He wouldn’t say he was upset, just curious, regardless of what the little snickering voice in his head that sounded like Leviathan said. Alastor had always kept his cards rather close to his chest, after all. It had taken him months to even admit to Lucifer that he didn’t find him repulsive. He was the most annoying, endearing tough nut he’d ever met. Knowing his man—which Lucifer liked to think he did—he was cooking up something devious.
Even all these months later, Lucifer still hadn’t forgotten Alastor’s nuclear level prank he’d pulled on Halloween, convincing everyone he’d been abducted by a monster and was about to die. What if he was scheming up a similar prank now? It seemed unlikely that Charlie would go along with something like that, but Alastor could be very persuasive when he wanted to be. Lucifer had the memories of teeth marks in his thighs to prove it.
“Okay, fine,” Lucifer said with a sniff. “Don’t tell me. But you have to hang out with me the rest of the day. You were cooped up in that room of yours all morning. I had to prune the flowers myself.”
“I’ll assess the massacre later,” Alastor replied, his eyelids falling the half-mast. He smoothed Lucifer’s hair back from his forehead and placed a kiss in that spot that mirrored his own death mark. Lucifer closed his eyes and luxuriated in the feeling, but Alastor leaned back much too soon for his liking. “But I’m afraid I can’t dither too long. So much work to do, you know.”
Lucifer snapped his eyes open to glare up at Alastor’s grinning face. He tightened his hold on him to bark, “No, I don’t. There’s nothing major happening right now and if there is, Vaggie can deal with it. You, mister, need to tend to your duties.”
His duties being Lucifer, obviously.
“Oh, darling, I am,” Alastor chuckled. “Believe me, you are the sole occupant of my mind at the moment.”
That stoked the flame of desire burning in Lucifer’s chest. Nothing got him going more than hearing about how much space he was taking up in Alastor’s mind. To know that Alastor was just as occupied with him and he was with Alastor? Now, that was hot.
Lucifer grinned, stroking one hand up the back of Alastor’s neck, brushing over the shaved bristles at the base of his skull and carding through the long strands behind his ears. “Oh, yeah? Then show me.”
He squeezed his legs tighter around Alastor’s middle, pressing their hips flush together. Already, his interest was beginning to stir, and the urge to pull Alastor down by his hair and kiss the daylights out of him was nearly impossible to resist. But he kept his eyes on Alastor’s, eager to see his face and the subtle changes in his expression.
Alastor’s gaze did widen, and Lucifer felt his hand twitch against his scalp, but he didn’t melt into a sighing puddle in Lucifer’s grip, as he’d hoped. No, instead he melted into a literal puddle, slipping from Lucifer’s hold in his shadow form, sliding off the bed entirely. Lucifer scrambled up onto his knees as Alastor briefly rematerialized by the door.
“Apologies, dear!” he called out over his shoulder. “But I actually do have some duties to attend to that don’t involve getting tangled in sheets for the next hour. I’ll see you for dinner though!”
His shadow blew a kiss at Lucifer before they both collapsed into an inky pool and slinked from the room, under the door. Lucifer watched them go with a rumbling growl, his irritation spiking along with his horns beginning to protrude from his temples. He should’ve said fuck it and used his angelic powers on Alastor.
Oh, Alastor was up to something, alright. Except this time, Lucifer wasn’t going to be caught unawares.