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Alastor’s chest was heaving, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead. His arms were trembling from exertion, and he shifted to lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling. He was in absolute bliss right now and he turned his body slightly to lay on his side and stare at his partner.
Lucifer had his arm held over his eyes, breathing heavily as well. He looked an absolute mess from their rendezvous and looked majestic in Alastor’s eyes. Alastor reached a hand over, fingers trailing along that thin, pale neck, to trace along the dried golden blood. The wounds he inflicted were already healed, Alastor made a note to reopen those soon and get another taste of that golden nectar.
“Ready for another round, your majesty?” Alastor asked in a low voice, fingers gliding down Lucifer’s neck, over his collarbone and chest, for his hand to rest lightly on his stomach.
Lucifer lowered his arm to give a glare at the demon next to him. “Can’t a man have a few minutes?”
Alastor hummed in thought, wrapping his arm further around Lucifer’s stomach to drag the small man closer to his body. He placed one leg over Lucifers’ legs, essentially trapping the man in his embrace as Alastor nuzzled his nose against Lucifer’s neck. He could smell the sweet aroma from the dried blood and almost automatically started to give a few licks to the enticing skin.
He knew that Lucifer was rolling his eyes. “Nevermind then, apparently not,” Lucifer huffed, but Alastor knew he was enjoying this as the king tilted his neck to allow for better access.
“I can’t help myself, little apple. You’re too intoxicating,” Alastor hummed along Lucifer’s neck, giving small and gentle nips every now and then, not enough to break skin. Yet.
Lucifer gave a small laugh, placing one arm to rest upon Alastor’s arm wrapped around him. “Okay then, enjoy your snack and give me a few minutes. Then we can go again.”
Now that was something Alastor could agree to. He bit down, golden blood immediately rushing out. The taste was something truly out of the world, it was his drug, his need. Alastor hated that he was absolutely addicted to this taste. Lucifer practically owned him because of this. This was a deal, however, that Alastor could turn a blind eye too. Lucifer could own him, could own his entire body and being if it meant Alastor could possess the blood flowing within the king’s veins. Lucifer was his, no one was allowed to even attempt to have a taste. He’d kill anyone who even tried.
A hand wrapped around his neck, pushing his head away and Alastor growled, feral instincts rising as he was torn away from what was his. He barely had that taste! He tried to rush his head forward again, but the hand on his neck was much stronger. “Hush now,” Lucifer ordered with a giggle, smile large on his face. “I only wanted to say you can have a taste. But I get to be on top next.”
“Is that all?” Alastor growled out.
Lucifer gave him a wink that had Alastor shudder in impatience. “Of course.”
“Then remove that damned hand.”
The hand stayed for a few seconds more. “Hmm, enjoy your fill,” Lucifer whispered sultry that had Alastor going crazy. The moment that hand loosened up even the tiniest bit, Alastor pounced, pushing his body so he was once again above the King, sinking his teeth back into the neck that was healed up once again. The whine that Lucifer let out invigorated Alastor as he lapped up that golden blood.
Time for round three.
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Niffty was laying stomach down on the couch, head propped in her hands, legs swinging back and forth in the air, a large, giddy smile on her face. Alastor merely blinked, the words still processing in his mind. A minute passed in silence. Two minutes. Smile was strained. Niffty was oblivious to all of this as she hummed under her breath. Finally, finally, Alastor managed to tear his eyes away from the paper so they landed upon the small sinner, the paper crinkling in his hand as he had to will everything within him to not rip the papers to shreds.
The maid either knew exactly what Alastor was thinking and didn’t care or was just horrendous at understanding the environment. “Well, what did you think, Sir?” She happily asked, eagerly waiting his response.
Alastor’s head twisted to an odd angle, one of those rare times he didn’t know what to say.
Niffty jumped up from her position to crawl onto the chair that Alastor was on, placing herself upon his head as she stared down at the paper in his hands. “Wasn’t it the best thing you have ever read!”
Alastor was very relieved that it was only him and the maid right now and that the rest of the residents of the hotel were off doing their own things. “Niffty, my dear,” Alastor started before trailing off. Only a few things could catch him off guard, this was one of the moments.
“Mmhmm,” Niffty hummed.
“Well, the writing was… quite special,” Alastor chose his words carefully. He would rather not deal with an upset Niffty. He abhorred tears.
She nodded her head a few times.
“And interesting.”
Niffty let out a small giggle. “I worked very hard on this; I knew you would enjoy it!”
Enjoy most certainly wasn’t the word he would use for this. More like absolute abomination. The thoughts that ran through Niffty’s head was something he would never truly understand.
His smile was very strained right now as he used his free hand to lift Niffty up and placed her on the ground. “Well, enjoy is quite a word to describe my thoughts.”
She seemed to process this, and she gripped onto her apron, her smile twisting down as she looked at him in confusion and slight hurt.
“Simply it’s not my usual taste in writing, dear. But that doesn’t admonish your writing skills in the slightest!” Yeah, that was a good save. Niffty’s smile returned at his words.
She almost seemed to be vibrating in excitement, tiny hands closing into fists as she moved them up and down. “Oh! I’ll write another then! It’ll be to your tastes too, sir!”
Oh, no. No, no, no. She did not need to do that.
He leaned over slightly in the chair to tap Niffty on the head two times. “Don’t waste your talents on me, I’m sure Charlie would love if you wrote a story about her and Vaggie.”
Niffty looked at Alastor as if he was the smartest man in the room. “Charlie would love that! I’ll be sure to write one for her immediately. Then I can write another for you!”
He grimaced on the inside. One thing at a time, he’ll distract her before she gets a chance to write another one of… those. Alastor looked back at his hand that held the monstrous material. He needed to rid of this immediately, but he had to make sure he didn’t upset Niffty in doing so. If any of the other residents managed to get their hands on this, Alastor swore they would not live a minute more. Niffty was the one exception. Even then, he had his limits. First though, destroy this.
“May I keep this, Niffty?” He asked and the maid seemed to absolutely light up.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, smile growing wider and wider. “Sir wants to keep it?! Of course!”
“Thank you, my dear,” Alastor replied with a slight bow. “Now run along now, I believe I saw a couple of bugs on the third floor before coming down here.” It didn’t take long for Niffty to make one of her curious, strange remarks about her eventual dominance of the bugs before running off with a maniacal laugh.
Alastor stared at the pages in his hands, grip finally able to tighten and crumble it into a ball, antlers growing slightly before he managed to take a breath and calm down. Don’t make a scene, that wouldn’t help. It would only cause the others to grow curious and investigate. He had to make sure that no one saw this. Especially him.
Time to go burn this atrocity.