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Lucifer felt his heart pounding wildly in his chest, just as madly as it had done the first time he had sex with Lilith. The thrill, the excitement, the tingling, the butterflies were all back and he was so damned excited, it was the most intimate thing he and Alastor had done yet…. sleeping in the same bed.
There was no sexual expectations, Al had made that clear, and Lucifer was happy to comply if it meant inching a tiny bit further into the radio demon’s inner circle. Alastor had a very strange hierarchy of first times comforts. Apparently he was happy to share a bed with the king before they had even kissed, but Lucifer had learnt with the deer to take the intimacies he could get. Every pinky touch, soft shoulder bump, and proffered morning coffee was another minuscule chip from metal bar reinforced double layered wall Alastor had built around himself. The sinner had also made it clear there would be no touching before or in the morning; no spooning, no hand holding, no cheek kisses, simply clinical side by side rest. Lucifer was giddy with excitement.
They had agreed to sleep in Lucifer’s room for the first time, since they both knew the monarch was incapable of refraining from touching everything in Al’s room given the opportunity. Lucifer was elated, practically skipping to his bed in his oversized blue rubber duck pyjama shirt hanging off one shoulder and unmatched bright neon pink pyjama bottoms. Lucifer had never been very good at organising his own things, he had depended on the staff of the palace for that, and since moving to the hotel the King had never worn a matching pair of socks, much to Alastor’s chagrin. However even Al’s intense organisation skills had been incapable of matching the Devil’s incompetencies. The sinner had actually once accused the monarch of doing it on purpose just to annoy him, using his magic to change them when Alastor wasn’t looking. Lucifer wished he could be that cunning, only Al’s mind could come up with a plan that devious and batshit insane, it was also one of the strangest arguments he had ever had. It had been rather entertaining though; watching the radio demon, known to be calm and collected in the midst of a bloody battle, losing his mind over a mountain of socks. In the end Lucifer had left the room for only a few moments, returning to find his pile of socks had “inexplicably caught fire” according to Al. He had clearly been quite proud of himself, considering the destruction a win. Where was he again… oh yes! He normally only slept in the shirt and boxers, but he felt Alastor would be more comfortable with him fully dressed. Snuggling down into white fluffy duvet emblazoned with circus decor, Lucifer nervously drummed his fingers on his knees waiting for the red demon.
The click of the bathroom lock made his heart skip as Alastor stepped out of the King’s bathroom where he had insisted he changed. Silk red shirt with a monogrammed pocket adorned the radio demon’s torso with matching pyjama bottoms. Perfectly ironed and presented, just like his normal day clothes. His black slippers, (bespoke to fit his hooven feet), barely audible thumping softly on the Devil’s plush carpet, arms clasped firmly behind his back as he spun his microphone, a soft calming piano piece playing from it, (or from Alastor himself? Lucifer couldn’t quite tell).
“Good evening Lucifer.” Alastor greeted. He stopped at the edge of the bed, checking each button on his shirt and fiddling with the red eye mask Lucifer hadn’t noticed he was wearing until he was closer, embroidered with golden antlers, a gift from Lucifer.
“Now that eye mask is pretty cute on you. I wonder who has such good taste?” Lucifer over exaggeratedly tapped his chin in thought with a small smile.
“The same man who he himself is in dire need of decorating help it would seem.” Alastor eyed the circus tent themed canopy over the bed, then to the carousel emblazoned duvet. The King grinned broadly and pulled back the duvet, patting the other side of the mattress. The deer was clearly stalling for time, a nervous energy Al would never admit to and Lucifer would never dare bring up.
“Ready for bed?” Lucifer asked.
“Of course, one should only be wearing night attire when retiring to bed sire, not wandering around the lobby at 3pm without trousers.” He gave the blonde man a pointed luck.
“One should be comfortable in their own home Bambi.” Lucifer retorted proudly.
“This is a hotel now sire not a summer home, or a brothel.” Alastor sat on the edge of the bed, slipping off his shoes, but didn’t move to lie down.
“Well if it was you’d make the loveliest prostitute. Cock of the walk so to speak.” Lucifer laughed. Alastor’s head spun 180 degrees to shoot a glare at the outrageous statement, he could feel the radio dials burning behind his eyes, but the bright smile and cheeky pointed tongue told him Lucifer genuinely thought that was a compliment. He decided to let the comment go, especially since he didn’t want to continue any discussions of sex work when they were about to share a bed for the first time.
Alastor turned his body, laying perfectly straight on the mattress and pulled the duvet to his shoulders. “Good night Lucifer.” Alastor sighed as he pulled the eye mask down and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Nighty night my pretty buck.” Lucifer responded, watching Alastor get…. Comfortable? It was quite weird, like laying next to a corpse, (no pun intended). Like Al was practicing for the wake he never had, or role playing a vampire. It didn’t look particularly comfortable, but the sinner’s breathing seemed to be evening out so he was clearly relaxing.
Lucifer waved his hand turning off the lamps he had around the room and laying on his side facing Alastor. It seemed to only take a few minutes for the radio demon to fall asleep, efficient as ever of course. Lucifer would be tossing and turning for the next few hours, partly from the usual insomnia and partly from the excitement of having Al in his bed. Lucifer had always slept better with someone next to him, whether it be Lilith or a young Charlie. He hoped having Al would bring the same level of comfort, even without the usual cuddling.
Alastor suddenly turned on his side violently turning to face Lucifer, the unexpected movement jolted Lucifer and his eyes snapped open, his angelic powers allowing him to still see perfectly in the dark. Al still had the eye mask on and his lips were slightly parted with even breathing, so he was likely still asleep. The demon jerked again facing the other side now. Lucifer hadn’t taken Alastor for such a restless sleeper, he sat up and watched the sinner to be sure he was ok. He watched as Al’s body slowly fell back of its own accord until he was lay flat on his back. The moment his back made contact with the mattress, the deer jerked harshly and immediately flipped himself violently onto his stomach, the bed frame jerked from the harsh movement. Then the radio demon was still as a corpse again, cheeked pressed into the pillow. His ears twitching occasionally, Lucifer’s attention was taken by sudden movement further down the bed. He realised it was Al’s tail stood to attention, flicking beneath the sheets.
Lucifer had a take a deep breath to stop the squeal that was dangerously close to leaving him, squeezing the duvet beneath his fingers. The formidable radio demon sleeping on his stomach, pyjama shirt now half way up his torso from the sudden movements, nose twitching in his sleep as his ears and tail flicked intermittently. Lucifer had never been so grateful for his perfect memory than in that moment, always able to remember anything in vivid detail. Al’s legs began to twitch, lightly kicking almost in tandem. Lucifer watched silently confused for a moment, had Alastor twisted the duvet in his hooves from all the movement? Then realisation dawned on him…. Alastor was running in his dream! Lucifer couldn’t resist letting out small squeak at the adorable sight he had been blessedly privy to, maybe his father was finally making up for everything in this moment. All of Al’s movement immediately stopped, ears swivelling at the sudden noise. Lucifer brought a hand to his mouth covering it to avoid more sounds. Al’s nose twitched again, then his movements resumed.
What Lucifer wouldn’t give to have this image on his phone, but he knew somehow the silent phone shutter would wake the demon and he would lose all bed privileges for at least 6 months, so the King enjoyed the fruits of his long courting labour of the radio demon in silence. Eventually Lucifer lay down as well, not wanting to close his eyes but knowing Charlie would be upset tomorrow if he yawned through all of the activities she had planned for the few guests they had. Lucifer’s next plan was to work on Alastor allowing him to touch his ears, it as sin in itself to not allow Lucifer access to those fluffy, holy relics, (private access only of course). The blissful thought brought Lucifer to the sweetest dreams he had in a long time.
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When Lucifer awoke in the morning Alastor was already gone. He had expected this, the prompt radio demon was always up by 6am prepping for his radio show at 7am. Lucifer glanced at the time, 8:13. Al normally finished his show at 8:30, so Lucifer had time to catch the end and help Alastor prep for breakfast after his show. A morning ritual they had somehow naturally fallen into.
Lucifer hopped out of bed and snatched up an apple shaped radio Alastor had bought him as a gift. He switched it on as he skipped his way to the bathroom, Alastor’s voice immediately rising from it as Lucifer placed it on the bathroom counter listening while he showered. He was discussing some overlord gossip about that Box guy and Carmilla. Something about a contract breakdown due to Box providing low quality goods. “Well, what can you expect? Low quality people and low quality performance go hand in hand after all. Some may say Vox has always surrounded himself with low quality people since Vee tower was constructed! Not this radio host of course, but some people. No, I have opinions of Vox that are far more blasphemous, not even hell’s own unholy airwaves would allow me to air them! Haha!” Lucifer smiled as he listened to the end of the broadcast, quickly jumping out of the shower and dressing himself in his usual white and pink suit.
Checking himself in the mirror before prancing, (no not prancing…. A king doesn’t prance…. Glided with flair), down to the kitchen. Encouraged to quicken his pace by delicious aroma of something already cooking, early bird gets first pick after all. Alastor was at the counter prepping the vegetables, coat and microphone resting on a nearby chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The king couldn’t help the tingling feeling at the bare skin, oh father what this deer was doing him to have the sin of pride excited for a bit of exposed forearm.
“Mornin’ doll face.” Lucifer greeted with a cheeky wink and a tip of his hat. “I came to help with breakfast.”
“I’m afraid there won’t be anymore good mornings for you sire if you call me that again.” Alastor skilfully made work of chopping the onion, knife a blur in his deft hands. “Come to set the table your majesty? You must know by now I wouldn’t let you near my cooking to save even my own life! Haha!”
“I can pass things too!” Lucifer retorted, resting his coat, hat and and cane with Alastor’s and rolling up his own sleeves, stealing glances at Al to see if he was looking at Lucifer’s bare skin. Of course he wasn’t, Luci needed to work on his forearm flirting game. “You need anything I got ya! Spoons, spatula? You name it!”
“Hmmm…. Maybe just set the table your majesty. We don’t need another kitchen melt down.” Alastor offered as he began chopping a pepper.
“Oh come on! I can help! And the fire was an accident, it’s called pizzazz!” Lucifer threw an orange in the air, rolling it along his arm before flicking his elbow up at the wrong angle to catch it, watching in horror as he bounced off Alastor’s head and landed on the edge of the batter filled mixing bowl throwing the contents over Alastor and the floor.
The silence was palpable in the kitchen, batter dripping off Alastor’s ear and nose, slowly turning to look at Lucifer’s bashful face, eye twitching dangerously. “Er…. Alakazm?” He took a step back and tried to jazz hands his way into only a light maiming, if Alastor was in a good mood.
Alastor’s eyes flicked to radio dials for a moment before a loud bright voice cut across the silence as Charlie burst into the room. “Morning! How’s breakfa-ah Al what happened?” She raced over snatching up Lucifer’s coat to try and mop the batter from Alastor’s face. Ah, saved by Charlie. Alastor wouldn’t dare maim him in front of his darling daughter, the Devil decided to mark that as his win.
One of Alastor’s tendrils snatched Charlie’s wrist before she was able to touch him. He gently took the coat from her and began using it to clean himself. “Good morning Charlotte! No need to fret, just another one of your father’s kitchen mishaps. Fortunately I’m able to leave with the same amount of limbs I started with, which is not something all can say whilst occupying the kitchen with your father. Although breakfast may be a little late today.”
Charlie shot Lucifer a disappointed look for a moment, Lucifer felt his stomach clench, he’d have rather taken the maiming. “Fear not darling Charlotte, surely we should not discourage your father, I have taken it upon myself to teach him all the culinary arts. I’m sure even someone as incompetent as him could learn to cook, and I find punishment to be an excellent motivator for wayward souls.” Lucifer yelped when he felt the batter covered orange collide with the side of his head.
Charlie let out a small laugh and gave a short wave as she started towards the door. “I’ll let the others know.”
Alastor waited until she was out of range before violently shaking his head like a dog splattering Lucifer with the batter. “Ah hey stop!” Lucifer laughed trying to cover his face. Alastor obliged smirking at the shorter. Lucifer grinned back. “Sorry again.” He snapped his fingers clearing the mess.
“Accidents happen, and you are a walking disaster my dear.” Alastor quipped. Lucifer tensed for a moment a lump forming in his throat, before he felt Alastor’s bare elbow lightly tap against his own and he was rewarded with a genuine warm smile from the deer. Lucifer flushed and averted his gaze. Damn it he was the devil, scurge of the earth, heart of darkness, and this sinner had he blushing like a school girl. And that bare elbow tap was the hottest thing Lucifer had ever experienced in his thousands of years in hell.
“Thanks…..” he softly elbow tapped back. “Have a good night sleep?” He picked up the box of eggs and began his next task of passing Alastor eggs, he gripped the box tightly. He could do this, he was determined not to fuck this up.
“It was adequate.” Alastor began cracking eggs into the newly cleaned bowl.
“Adequate?! Bitch I have the comfiest bed in all of hell! It’s almost heavenly.” The devil laughed proudly at his own poor joke. Shit!…. Almost dropped the box. “I guess someone who normally sleeps in a bog wouldn’t understand such luxury though. Not enough bugs crawling on you?” He cheekily stuck his tongue out at Alastor.
“Not to account for taste it would seem. Whisk please.” Lucifer placed the eggs back on the counter, (fuck yeah, mission success!), passing Alastor the whisk, (double success! He was getting good at this cooking thing, he was practically an expert). Lucifer decided he deserved a reward, making sure Alastor was distracted before using his tail to snatch a beignet. “And no, you managed to stay on your own side actually.” Another smirk.
“Hey! I am not a bug! I am a delicate flower bitch!” Lucifer chastised, flaky pastry showering the counter with each word.
Alastor raised an eyebrow. “Clearly.”
Lucifer’s tail reached for another, but was forced to retreat when a tentacle lightly slapped it away. Lucifer pouted and began nursing the end of his tail. “Least I don’t sleep like a dying fish.”
There was a slight screech of static in response. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me, flopping around in bed like a fish out of water.” Lucifer cackled as Alastor glared back. Lucifer grinned and leaned on the counter as Alastor scooped flour into the bowl and continued whisking. “Do you always sleep on your stomach though? It’s cute!”
“It is not cute.” Alastor snapped in response as he continued whisking.
“Awwww is the big bad radio demon embarrassed?” Lucifer chided leaning in closer.
“No.” Came the quipped response, Alastor gripped the bowl tightly his whisking becoming more aggressive. “Leave it alone L-.”
“Awwww you are! You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s adorable you sleep on your stomach.”
“Luci-“
“Maybe I should tell the other hotel residents, I bet Angel w-“ Luicfer jumped, the resounding bang as Alastor slammed the bowl onto the counter a split instantly forming up the ceramic bowl. “Al-“ Alastor shot him a dark look before beginning towards the door.
“I’m suddenly feeling unwell, please pass my apologies to everyone for missing breakfast.” Alastor snatched up his coat and microphone as he passed, knocking over the chair with the force of the pull.
“Wait Al-“ Alastor ignored him, melting into the shadows and darting from the room.
Lucifer’s shoulders fell. What was that about? Was Alastor really that upset about being called cute? No. He had called the demon cute just last night and many times before, it wasn’t Al’s favourite compliment but the sinner was normally happy to receive any, usually preening under the attention. Shit, Lucifer had fucked up again and he didn’t even know what he had done wrong, and he had been making such good progress.
Lucifer curled his tail around himself, his breathing becoming quicker, he extended one of his wings and began fidgeting with the feathers. Why did he always have to ruin everything? What had he said wrong? Should be go after Alastor? No he would probably just make things worse, he always made things worse… Lucifer looked down at his hands seeing a few red feathers and dribbles of golden blood littering his hands and the floor. No……. No! He wouldn’t start plucking again! He had promised himself he would stop! He had started doing it unconsciously whenever he and Lilith had fought and culminated into doing it whenever he was stressed or depressed, which unfortunately was a lot. It had gotten worse when Lilith had left, giving himself large ugly bald patches on his wings. Lucifer had only taught himself how to portal around his palace and hell so no one would see the state of his wings. He was lucky as a divine creature they regenerated every day.
The click of the kitchen door drew Lucifer from his spiral, he quickly magicked away the feathers and blood, retracting his wing and tail as Charlie popped her head through the door. “How’s breakfast coming?”
Lucifer eyed the batter which lay abandoned on the counter, he wasn’t even sure why Alastor had been making it. He glanced over to the prepped vegetables, the empty coffee pot, he could hear the oven quietly ticking along. What was even in there? Shit.
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Lucifer still wasn’t sure what has been in the oven, some kind of egg, sausage, tomato…. Thing. It was been delicious, but not very filling. Breakfast had turned into a bit of a free for all. Which meant everyone crowding around the fridge and fighting over whatever leftovers Alastor had previously left in there along beignets and Lucifer’s pancakes.
Lucifer shifted his weight from side to side, fiddling with the plate in his hands as he stood in front of Alastor’s door. Was it too early to approach him? It had only been a couple of hours. No. They had agreed to be more open and honest with each other, communication was something they both struggled with and Lucifer was determined not to avoid the issues like he had done with Lily. It was time to grab the bull by the horns, or the deer by the antlers, ha!
Lucifer took another deep breath and softly knocked on the door, (he was silently hoping Alastor wasn’t there. What? No, who said that, certainly not Lucifer haha….. ha….). The soft creak of the door opening forced Lucifer’s attention back. He stepped in and scanned the room, hearing the soft click on the door closing behind him. Alastor was sitting at the edge of water of the bayou, soft jazz playing from somewhere, he didn’t acknowledge Lucifer’s presence. The king approached, sitting stiffly down next to the deer demon.
“I… er… brought you some leftovers.” Lucifer kept his eyes down, he didn’t have the nerve to look at the sinner yet, putting the plate next to Alastor’s hand.
“Thank you.” Came short response. Then silence.
Lucifer hated silence, it was too awkward, allowed himself to think too much, he needed something to distract his brain, it was too-
“I want to apologise.” Came the sudden response from the red demon.
“Eh?” Lucifer finally looked up at Alastor with a dumbfounded look, Al still wasn’t looking at him.
“Eloquent as always sire.” Talking was a good start.
“No no no, I was the one that upset you. I should be the one apologising! I’m so-“ Lucifer began to ramble desperately.
“Oh? What exactly are you apologising for?”
“Er….. I…… erm…..” Lucifer scrambled. “For upsetting you? Look I admit I don’t know what I did or said, but I-“
“You have nothing to apologise for. I’m afraid I’m the one who must apologise. I failed to communicate the issue properly as we agreed previously, instead I chose to leave.” That was true, they had agreed to communicate better, something they were working on over time.
“…… so does it hurt?”
“Pardon?”
“Being wrong, I imagine it’s quite an experience for you.” Alastor finally turned and gave him a playful glare, Lucifer grinned back. “And?”
“And?” Alastor queried.
“Well you said you should apologise, but I have yet to hear the words. Do you know how? I have a game Charlie and I used to play when she was a toddler to teach her how to apologise. Do you need it?” Lucifer watched Alastor’s jaw tighten. “Alright then. Come on big boy, I’m ready for it.”
“Lucifer I’m….” Alastor let out an exasperated huff before finally forcing out “sorry.”
“Oooh I’m all tingly! This must be what humans feel like when they witness a miracle!” Lucifer laughed, Alastor gave him a small smile and chuckled softly as well. Lucifer nudged the plate closer to Alastor. “Come on, eat it while it’s still warm.”
Alastor picked it up eyeing the plate. “….. this is corn on the cob and half a a biscuit.”
“And you won’t believe how hard I had to fight for it.”
Alastor picked at the corn with his claws, popping a few in his mouth. Lucifer settled into a more relaxed position next to Alastor, rhythmically patting his thighs. “So….. are you going to tell me what I said that upset you?” Alastor quietly continued to pick at the corn. “That was a pretty big overreaction.” The jazz came to an immediate screeching fault. “I mean…. Err……”
“Must we discuss this part?” Alastor sighed putting the plate back down.
“Well communication and all that. Plus if I know what upset you, I can make sure not to do it in the future.” Lucifer began drumming his fingers on his knees, he needed the jazz back it was too quiet. As if hearing his inner thoughts, Alastor resumed the jazz music. Ah sweet non-silence.
“Well…..you see….. when I…..” Alastor rambled. Lucifer couldn’t believe it, Alastor was flustered, literally at a loss of words. Maybe hell was about to freeze over as well, he should check. “Turn around.” Alastor ordered.
“What?” Lucifer gaped.
“Turn around. I can’t…. Discuss this with you looking at me.” Alastor stared defiantly back at Luicfer.
“Er…. Alright.” Whatever made the deer comfortable. Lucifer turned his back to Alastor, facing the door. He heard a slight shuffle, assuming Alastor was turning too so they were back to back.
Lucifer sat patiently waiting for Alastor to start, quietly enjoying the jazz and eyeing the nick nacks in Alastor’s room.
“I didn’t sleep on my stomach originally. It became a habit, I’m trying to break it.” Alastor was quiet for a few more moments. “My father wasn’t a particularly nice man. He would take his anger out on my mother and I. To hide the marks he would be careful where he hit us, and his preferred place for me was my back.” Lucifer clenched his fist and his jaw tightened, but he continued to remain silent, knowing it would be easier for Alastor to continue undisturbed. “When it was particularly bad, which became more and more common through the years, I couldn’t sleep on my back. In the early days I would manage to fall asleep on my side, but then wake up screaming when I slipped onto my back during the night. It eventually became a habit to never sleep on my back, even years after he died when I was alive, I couldn’t stop myself from avoiding sleeping on my back.” Alastor let out a choked laugh. “My God, he’s been dead for over 100 years and I still can’t stop myself. It’s pathetic and I-“
Alastor faltered when he felt Lucifer’s tail softly rest atop his own, keeping his back to Alastor until given permission again to turn. “Don’t ever say that, you’re not pathetic Al. Sorry but I just can’t listen to you talk about yourself like that. Don’t let some piece of shit make you cry after-“
“I’M NOT CRYING!” Alastor snapped ripping his hand away from the king’s tail. “I’m angry! I’m angry that after all these years he still has any affect on my life! I’m angry that I can’t break such a pathetic habit! I’ve done everything I can to become better than him, before and after death!” Lucifer could sense Alastor’s powers manifesting behind him, his tendrils whipping wildly behind him, the surrounding radios letting out an elk screeches around them reverberating off the walls. “Even after becoming so powerful! Working so hard! I’m the most powerful demon in Pentagram City! It’s absurd! I’m the fucking radio demon and I still can’t shake this pitiful habit! I-“
Alastor’s vision was suddenly blinded with red and white for a moment as Luicfer extended a pair of his wings and wrapped them around the sinner, encasing himself without touching. The elk screams quickly died down and the tentacles slowly rescinded. “You’re entitled to be angry Al, but this is nothing to be ashamed about. I know I couldn’t possibly fathom what it was like at the time or now… but you don’t need to prove he means nothing to you by obsessing over this, don’t let it consume you. Otherwise you’ll only be letting him control another part of your life. Don’t even let him occupy even a minuscule part of your brain. I think allowing yourself forget about everything about that creature of a man would be the best retaliation. Just let the memory of him die Al, he doesn’t deserve to be remembered at all.”
Alastor sighed. He reached forward softly running his claws through Lucifer’s feathers, watching them shudder from the ticklish touch. “It’s not so simple Luci, but I suppose you’re right.”
Lucifer felt the sinner’s back rest against his own, gently pulling a large wing over his lap and continued absent mindedly playing with field of feathers. Luicfer closed his eyes enjoying the gentle pampering, feeling the intense warmth of Al against his back, allowing his brain to concentrate on the soft petting. They remained that way for a while. Lucifer found he was beginning to enjoy the silence.
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Alastor padded down the hallway towards Lucifer’s room, twirling his cane in one hand and holding a pair of pyjamas in the other, neatly folded with the eye mask resting atop. Their “sleepovers”, (as Lucifer insisted on calling them), had been a weekly occurrence for a while now. Alastor was beginning to consider floating the idea of doing it more often, (by manipulating, ahem, convincing Lucifer it was the King’s idea of course. Alastor wouldn’t let the monarch have the satisfaction of Alastor asking for it). Plus Lucifer had told him he had a surprise for him tonight. He didn’t normally like surprises, Alastor liked to have full knowledge of everything around him, (more than everyone even thought he knew preferably), that way it was easier to anticipate any outcomes. Lucifer had assured him it was a present though. Alastor liked presents. The fact that he was a few minutes earlier than originally agreed was entirely coincidental of course.
Alastor allowed his cane to slip into the shadows as he reached the door, rapping quickly.
There was an immediate resounding crash on the other side of the door. “Ah! Shit! Who is it?”
“How many callers are you expecting at such a late hour sire? Should I be concerned?” Alastor quipped through the door.
“Oh Al! One sec- ah fuck!” Another crash. Alastor tilted his head in confusion. What was Lucifer falling over to be make such a sound? The only things in the room was a bed, work desk, and piles of rubber ducks. “Ok ready! Come in!”
Alastor twisted the doorknob and stepped into the room. The sight caught him off guard. The 5ft 4in monarch was being dwarfed further, (if possible), by a huge alligator plush behind his back with a gaudy white and gold bow around its neck.
“Soooooo I got you a present.” Lucifer rocked back and forth in his heels, too excited to remain still.
Alastor managed to regain enough sense to step properly into the room, closing the door behind him. “Would it be a stuffed alligator toy?” Alastor ventured a guess.
“Wha- how did you know?” Lucifer baulked. Alastor waited for the punch line….. oh…. My god he was serious. How did this moron survive so many years? Thank his father for his angelic powers.
“Luci, dear, it’s towering over you.” Alastor was proud he managed hold the sarcasm, it actually hurt a little.
Lucifer tilted his head back to look and laughed. “Oh, yeah, haha! Surprise!” Lucifer shouted as the all but threw the alligator to the sinner.
Alastor dropped his pyjamas to catch the plush monstrosity. Now that is was in his own immediate circle, Alastor realised it was even taller than himself. “I…. Thank you, your majesty…. What do I do with it?” It wasn’t sarcastic, it was a genuine question. What does one do with a plush bigger than even themselves? The damned thing would need its own bed. Alastor had a teddy bear in his younger adolescence, something to play with when his mother was out or talk to, naturally he had grown out of it as he got older.
“Ok so, don’t be mad. And you don’t have to use it. You can throw it away, I won’t be offended. It was just an idea. But if you don’t want it-“
“Darling, you’re rambling.” Alastor cut across him, trying to hold the plush in a slightly less undignified way. It wasn’t possible, Alastor settled with undignified, he peered at Lucifer from between its right front and back leg. It felt like an awkward dance partner.
“Ok. Soooo…. Remember when you told me about the whole sleeping on your stomach thing?” Alastor’s grip on the plush immediately tightened and Lucifer began to hear the tell-tale signs of static. “Ok ok we don’t need to talk about that part. I just thought, until you’re able to sort that out, you could sleep with this! That way, you’re choosing to sleep that way! It has nothing to do with your d- with…. anything else.” Lucifer gave him a sheepish smile, rocking back and forth on his heels again.
Alastor eyed him from behind the alligator, literally, that was all the monarch could see, a single eye. Luicfer couldn’t tell if the eye was angry, annoyed, aroused???? (No, wishful thinking).
Alastor’s gaze slid over to the alligator’s face…… It had fucking googly eyes, they were looking in two different directions as well, and a huge toothy smile. For a second the sinner was offended, this better not be some weird caricature of himself. It looked a little funny actually, Alastor let out a small snort. It was soft too… and squishy….
“I….. suppose it’s not a terrible proposal.” Alastor resigned himself to the idea, (and the softness).
“Really?” Lucifer flew into the air above Alastor, it was one of the few times the sinner had to look up at the King. “You like him?” Lucifer was practically shaking with giddiness.
“He seems trustworthy. Look at that face.” Alastor pointed the googly grin at Lucifer. Lucifer somersaulted into the air cheering happily.
Alastor awkwardly carried it over to the bed, dropping it onto the bed. Once he had calmed Lucifer down he collected his night wear from the floor and made his way into the bathroom to change. When he returned Lucifer was already sat in the bed, swaying from side to side in excitement. Alastor walked over to the bed, adjusting the eyes mask resting on his forehead. Lucifer had tucked the alligator into bed. Alastor pulled the duvet back and considered the plush form for a moment.
“How exactly does one sleep with this thing?” The deer demon tilted his head, trying to figure out the optics of the situation.
“Mount him, I guess.” Lucifer offered.
Alastor baulked this time. Alastor had never mounted something in his life of afterlife, he was astride like a true gentleman. Once again there was no dignified way to do this, Lucifer help him. Actually no, fuck that guy. Alastor stepped out of his slippers and clambered atop of the plush pulling the duvet over himself as he settled. Lucifer took a deep breath, a giggle would not serve him well right now.
What did he do with arms and legs? Alastor shuffled again finally finding they fit quite comfortably on either side of the alligator, the back legs fitting snugly against the back of his knees. Now the arms… resting either side of it felt strange…. He finally made peace with wrapping his arms around the reptiles body, the plush soft body felt quite nice against his claws. Once Alastor managed to get a comfortable position, he rested his head atop the back of his head facing the headboard. Hmmm….. no he didn’t like the feeling of something against his throat. He turned his head instead resting his cheek against the top of its head instead. One of the googly eyes was somehow looking back at him…. Thank Lucifer, (literally this time), for the eye mask. He averted his eyes and instead met the gaze of the googly eyed of the King of hell instead.
A devilish grin split his face from ear to ear. “Comfortable?”
“Not a word to anyone.” Alastor warned. Lucifer nodded furiously, like he would want to share this with anyone else anyway. This adorable sight was for him only, thank his father again for his perfect memory. “Good night Lucifer.” Alastor sighed. He flushed for a moment, quickly pulled his eye mask down, before reaching out gently taking Lucifer’s hand into his own, as he continued. “….Thank you Luci. I love you.” He added softly.
Lucifer felt his chest swell and a golden blush filling his face, his wings burst silently from his back ruffled and fluffed up. Remain clam! Remain calm! Do not make a big deal of this! He didn’t want to spook his deer. “Nighty night my pretty buck. I love you too.” Lucifer willed his wings back into his body and lay down facing Alastor softly squeezing his hand in return, for once willing himself to stay awake so he could monitor his lover.
Alastor’s breath soon evened out like every other night, efficient as always. He remained still all night, only his ears and nose twitching throughout the night.
It was one of the best sleeps of both Luicfer’s and Alastor’s life.