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After that insane rollercoaster of a night, Lucifer half-expected Alastor to continue being weird and avoidant. He really didn’t have any way of knowing during the day since they had to avoid each other on purpose. He couldn’t even risk stealing glances; Angel and Vaggie were observant people. Luckily, Vaggie had her treatment and Angel had therapy with Husk during courtyard time, so when he saw Alastor headed downstairs with a few other patients, Lucifer followed. Perfect opportunity for them to be alone during the day, even if it was almost hotter than hell outside. Explains why only 4 other patients were out there.

When Lucifer spotted Alastor sitting on a bench reading a book (how did he have a book out here?) he slyly walked over and sat beside the man. “Fancy seeing you here,” he stated, then mentally cursed at himself at how fucking lame that sounded.

Alastor looked at him, raising a brow. “Were you attempting to use a pick-up line like I’m some sort of swooning dame?”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “No, I was just, ugh I don’t know, shut up. How did you get a book out here?”

“I asked,” Alastor stated plainly.

“You…asked? And they just said yes?” Shit, why did Lucifer never think of that?

“That new young orderly James is quite a nice chap. I asked if I could bring a book out here because it gets quite boring wandering around for two hours doing nothing, and he said yes.”

“Huh.”

Alastor closed the book and placed it beside him. “So what is your reason for this little visit?”

Lucifer twiddled his thumbs in his lap, glancing around to be certain they were completely alone. Then he scooted a little closer. As he began to think of an answer, he felt the chain tug at his throat, forcing the truth out of him. “Because I’ve been thinking about you all day and just wanted to see you and talk.”

The man looked a bit surprised at the confession, most likely not realizing that Lucifer had asked him two questions previously and he’d answered honestly. “And what did you wish to speak to me about?”

Second question, second honest answer. “I wanted to make sure you still wanted to see me tonight.” Fuck, he sounded so desperate, so needy. It was humiliating.

Alastor chucked. “Of course I do. Why would I not?”

Lucifer swallowed thickly, then shrugged his shoulders. Thank god he didn’t have to give his honest insecure answer to that. “I dunno. Just…making sure.”

“Oh, that reminds me. I have a surprise for you tonight.”

“A surprise?” The angel blinked in confusion. “What is it?”

“Oh come now, it’s hardly a surprise if I tell you. However, I did want to speak to you about something that’s been on my mind. I was going to wait until tonight, but I suppose now is fine.”

“What is it?” Lucifer realized he just asked another stupid question, but he could only hope Alastor didn’t notice and take advantage of it.

“Last night, you were able to open two portals purposely. I think we should try to do it again. I will get some keys just in case we get stuck somewhere, but I think it’s worth trying.”

Well, that certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. Then again, it kinda should’ve been since once again, Lucifer had to remind himself that’s all Alastor cared about. But then he realized Alastor’s word choice. “We, huh?” he questioned with a small grin.

“Yes, we. Because I think by now we’ve learned I’m very good at bringing your powers out.” Alastor placed a hand on Lucifer’s thigh, making the angel’s heart skip a beat.

“You’re not the only one,” Lucifer pointed out. “Vaggie and Angel have been able to do it too.”

“True, but not like I have.” Alastor scooted closer until their thighs were touching, then moved his hand a little further up. “I’m more effective than anyone else, aren’t I?” he spoke quietly into Lucifer’s ear.

The angel swallowed thickly, heart pounding. “Yes.”

“Hm, that’s what I thought.” He glanced around once more, then stood, reaching out his hand with the other behind his back, almost like he was asking Lucifer to dance. “Perhaps we should try now?”

“What if someone sees us?” Lucifer asked hesitantly.

“We’ve been quite risky in our dalliances for some time. What’s one more risk?” he countered, using his outstretched hand to curl his fingers back a couple of times, beckoning Lucifer.

The angel took his hand, then let out a tiny noise of surprise when Alastor yanked him from the bench and pulled him close, bodies pressed against each other. Lucifer felt a tiny bit of sweat on the back of his neck but attributed it to being at least 90 degrees out currently. Okay, and maybe it also had something to do with how Alastor was holding him.

“Let’s try a portal into your room, somewhere easy and familiar,” Alastor whispered into his ear, sending a chill down Lucifer’s spine. Then he moved to kiss the angel’s lips tenderly. Lucifer’s arms draped around the other man’s neck, unable to hold back a soft tiny hum of satisfaction as they continued to kiss. Lucifer focused on picturing his room, picturing last night when he was in Alastor’s lap, every emotion and sensation he felt in his mind and on his body, the air around them, and how it felt that one night Alastor just laid beside him after that nightmare, the way their bodies felt so close against each other and how intimate it felt, at least on Lucifer’s end.

Lucifer heard a small whoosh, so he broke the kiss and looked to his left. Sure enough, a portal opened. But it wasn’t to his room. It was…the isolation room he stayed in? “What the hell?” he muttered under his breath, pulling away from Alastor and stepping forward to examine the inside.

Alastor was by his side in an instant, also looking in the portal. “How interesting. Was this your intention?”

“No. I did what you said, pictured my room.”

“Hm,” Alastor began rubbing his chin, turning away from the portal and beginning to pace.

“What? What are you thinking?” Lucifer asked. He looked back at the portal and decided to test something. He snapped his fingers to banish it…and it was gone! “Holy shit!” he laughed, grinning excitedly.

Alastor looked over at him. “What?”

Lucifer gestured to the area where the portal was. “I closed it! Like on purpose! I snapped my fingers and banished it like I used to be able to do!”

The other man observed the area, then walked up to him, placing his hands on Lucifer’s waist and yanking him forward into a kiss. Then he pulled back with a fulfilled smirk. “Excellent work, my king. Do you see now what we can accomplish together? How far you’ve come?”

Lucifer stared up into his eyes, the bright sunlight turning the color into an intense cognac. Lucifer’s eyes were glowing (metaphorically this time) as he studied Alastor’s face, his impossibly long eyelashes, his beautifully smooth skin, The way his gold-rimmed round glasses slid down his nose ever so slightly. The brilliant smile he almost always wore, how Lucifer had to look up at him due to the man being a solid foot taller. How despite his thin frame, he was strong enough to pick Lucifer up or pin him down.

The last time Lucifer had looked at someone like this was when he first started falling for Lilith.

Fuck.

He was so far gone.

“Lucifer?” Alastor’s voice cut through all his stupid thoughts and pulled him back into reality.

“Yep?” Lucifer replied, trying to focus on calming down his annoyingly fast heartbeat.

“Did you hear me?”

“Uhhh…no,” he admitted a bit sheepishly.

Alastor rolled his eyes, but leaned in to kiss Lucifer once again. “I suggested to try again with your room,” he muttered as his lips hovered just slightly over the angel’s.

Lucifer nodded, closing the gap between them. “Mhm, yep. Can do that,” he mumbled.

As they continued to kiss and Lucifer focused on his room again, his mind began to drift back to when Alastor was drunk off his blood, when they were talking and spilling truths left and right. How Lucifer had wished he was drunk himself, wondering how easy or difficult it’d be to steal some liquor from Husk’s office. When he heard another soft whoosh and looked in the direction of the noise, Lucifer jumped, shoving Alastor away from him quickly.

Lucifer slapped his hand over his mouth as he stared into the portal he’d created into Husk’s office. A shirtless Angel was straddling Husk on his chair, kissing him deeply. Husk’s tie was undone and button-down shirt open, half hanging off him as he clumsily kissed Angel back with a passionate, almost loving intensity. Alastor tilted his head to the side, observing the two with an expression of curiosity and amusement as he moved closer to Lucifer’s side.

Before Lucifer could fully process what was happening, Husk’s eyes opened and locked onto Lucifer’s, causing him to pull away and shove Angel off his lap. “The fuck?!” Angel exclaimed, leaning back against the desk to balance himself. Then the younger man turned his head to look at the portal, staring at Lucifer and Alastor. “Lucifer?!” Angel shrieked, grabbing his shirt from the floor and stepping back.

Lucifer snapped his fingers, but the portal didn’t disappear. “Fuck! Come on come on come on!” he stammered, continuously snapping.

“Lucifer what the fuck? How did you- what- what the fuck?!” Angel sputtered, completely dumbfounded. Lucifer was staring down, avoiding looking at the portal entirely.

“Fuck! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!” he repeated frantically. Holy shit this was not good. As he continued to snap his fingers, finally it worked and the portal vanished. Lucifer stumbled back, running his hands through his hair as panic still flooded his body. “Shit, this is bad…”

“Well, that was certainly unexpected, but honestly quite amusing,” Alastor commented, to which Lucifer looked up at him with a scowl.

“Amusing? Are you fucking serious? This is a disaster!”

“Why? Because your friend is having sex with Dr. Husker? I already knew that.”

Lucifer sputtered at him. “What? How could you have possibly known that?”

Alastor gave him a casual shrug. “Those two couldn’t be more obvious with the way they look at each other during group therapy.”

Groaning loudly, Lucifer dragged his hands down his face. “Fuck. Now Angel knows I didn’t stop talking to you like I promised.”

“I’m sure it will be fine. So why did you make a portal to Husker’s office?” Alastor wondered.

“I don’t know, possibly because I was thinking about my room, but then I thought about you being drunk on my blood that night in solitary and how I’d wished I was drunk too and then I remembered Husk keeps bourbon in his bottom drawer and I was wondering what it’d be like to get drunk with you,” Lucifer admitted. Dammit, another truth pulled from him without even realizing. That stupid fucking deal would be the end of him.

“Hm, so perhaps you’re creating portals where your subconscious wants to go rather than an active thought,” Alastor theorized.

“That doesn’t explain the random portal to the isolation room,” Lucifer noted.

“Doesn’t it? You were thinking of me, weren’t you? Of us?”

Lucifer’s cheeks felt hot. “How did you know that?”

“I didn’t for sure, but now I do,” Alastor leered.

Oh this cheeky bastard.

“Okay well, that’s it, no more portals. It’s too dangerous. At least Angel and Husk both know the truth about me. The last thing I need is accidentally making a portal to the rec room or cafeteria.”

Alastor nodded. “I agree, the risk is too high right now. However,” he paused, gently grabbing Lucifer’s arms and pulling him forward to lock eyes. “Perhaps we can try again tonight. You could create a portal into the solitary room so we don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us.” Alastor dragged his finger down Lucifer’s face, the lecherous smirk growing.

Gulping, Lucifer nodded. “Yeah, yeah we could try tonight.”

“Excellent.”

As Lucifer exhaled, he noticed he could see his breath. The sky turned grey, sun being obscured by dark clouds, and the air around them dropped in temperature fast. He looked around, eyes wide in bewilderment as snow began to flurry from above.

Alastor was also glancing around them, holding a similar expression as Lucifer’s. “Is this you?” he asked as he looked back down at the angel.

“What? No! I can’t control the weather.”

“You made it rain and caused lightning to strike twice,” Alastor pointed out.

Lucifer pursed his lips. “Okay fine good point but I was furious both of those times. I’m not experiencing any strong emotions right now.”

“Are you positive? You seem pretty shaken by what just happened with the doctor and your friend.”

“I mean yeah, but,” but being held by you made me calm down almost immediately, “but I’m not freaked enough to cause a snowstorm,” he stated, beginning to shake a little as it continued to get colder. He instinctively pressed himself closer to Alastor’s body, who he noticed was trembling slightly.

Lucifer stared up at him with a tiny smirk. “Are you shivering?”

Alastor rolled his eyes, pulling away from Lucifer and clasping his hands together behind his back. “I don’t like the cold. I have little tolerance for it.”

“Hm, maybe cause you’re so skinny.”

Alastor shot him a confused look, eyebrow cocked. “Excuse me?”

“Just saying,” Lucifer replied with a shrug. “No muscle or fat on the body, no insulation from the cold. Hence your little tolerance.”

Alastor lunged forward and gripped Lucifer’s waist tightly, yanking him close. “You’re almost as thin as I am, my dear. And for someone with no muscle, I can overpower you pretty well,” he said with a devious grin.

“Hm, true. But that’s when I’m just in this normal human form. You have no idea how strong I am as an angel,” Lucifer sneered up at him in a daring tone.

“There’s nothing I’d like more than to see it.”

The flurry of snow coming down stopped abruptly, and Lucifer felt the temperature drastically rising back up. The snow sticking to the ground was starting to melt, and once again both men looked around in confusion. The sun was back out, brighter than ever, beaming down with even more intensity than before. “Huh. That was really weird,” Lucifer commented.

“I agree. Are you positive that was not your doing?” Alastor asked.

“I mean…I don’t think it was. Like I said, I’m not having any extreme emotions right now.”

Alastor gently grabbed his chin, tilting it up. “We could always change that. Not focus on portals, maybe something else? Some other power of yours?”

Lucifer grinned, moving his hand to play with the suspender on Alastor’s shoulder. “Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”

“Lucifer? Where are you?” shouted Angel’s voice from the distance. Lucifer shoved Alastor away as Angel turned the corner, walking up with a frenzied expression.

“What the fuck did you do? How did you do that? And what the fuck are ya still doin’ with him?!” Angel yelled, gesturing angrily at Alastor, who just stood formally, hands clasped behind his back.

Lucifer held his hands up. “I didn’t mean to! It was an accident!”

“What spyin’ on me with some weird fuckin mirror mirror on the wall shit?!” Angel folded his arms, cocking his hip to the side and staring Lucifer down hard. Shit…he was really angry.

“No, Angel, I promise it was an accident. I used to be able to make portals and I was practicing and one just appeared in Husk’s office! I’m so sorry!” Lucifer explained, walking closer to his friend.

Angel held a hand up, jaw tightened. “I believe you, but,” His face showed anger, but his eyes showed fear. He pointed an accusatory finger at Alastor. “The fuck are you doin’ with him? You promised you were done! You sat there an’ lied to our faces!”

“Angel I’m so sorry, I don’t…I didn’t…” Lucifer ran a hand through his hair. Fuck…what had he done?

“I think it’s time I take my leave,” Alastor stated calmly, attempting to walk past the other two men.

Angel sidestepped and got in front of Alastor, poking his chest. “You better not say a fuckin’ word about what ya just saw.”

Alastor flinched when Angel’s finger came in contact with him. He grabbed the man’s finger and shoved it away. “Do not worry, my dear. My lips are sealed.” Alastor pressed his index finger and thumb together, dragging them across his lips and flicking them. “I have zero interest in what you do, or rather who you do.” Then he took one last glance back at Lucifer. “I’ll be seeing you, your majesty.”

Lucifer sighed, turning toward the bench and sitting down to put his head in his hands. “Angel, I’m so sorry, really I am.”

“Sorry for what? Lyin’ or gettin’ caught?” Angel snapped, standing in front of Lucifer with a betrayed glare.

“Both, I guess!” he exclaimed. “I felt terrible for lying, I feel terrible, I just…” Lucifer glanced at the corner of the bushes, making sure Alastor was truly gone. “He’s helped me so much, Angel.”

“Ah okay, I gotcha. So your eyes glowin’ and havin’ super strength makes it totally fine that the guy’s a fuckin’ crazy serial killer and ya lied to your friends about it.”

“It’s not just about my eyes glowing and strength! I lost my wings, Angel! I lost my powers. My wings, my angelic essence, it’s who I am. I wasn’t born, I was created. When I fell, parts of me changed yeah, but I still had my wings because I was still an angel. And now…now they’re gone.” Lucifer paused, taking a deep breath. “I’m gone. And I just want to get myself back. Alastor helps, he’s helped in so many ways…”

Angel’s body language relaxed a bit at Lucifer’s confession, his expression becoming more sympathetic. “But why him? Why not anyone else? If it’s sex that triggers it, you can always find someone else to have sex with!”

Lucifer shook his head, still looking down. “It’s not just sex.”

“Yeah I know anger too, but ya said Alastor brings it out more an' I bet that’s because you’re fuckin' him! So we can just find ya someone else to bump uglies with –”

“It’s not just sex!” Lucifer repeated, holding his face as his elbows balanced on his knees. “I…I think I like him, Angel. I don’t know how it happened or why, but…I just know I haven’t felt like this with anyone since Lilith.”

“Oh.” Angel sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Does he know?”

“Of course not,” Lucifer breathed out a bitter laugh. “All he cares about is my power. I’m nothing more than “the king of hell” to him, and it’s all I’ll ever be. I mean shit, when I told him I like when he dominates me and takes control he ran away and avoided me for four days, then we had a massive fight all because it scared him!” The angel shook his head, staring up at the beautiful clear sky. “He can’t ever know.”

“Why?”

“Because then I’d lose him forever,” Lucifer muttered quietly.

“So…instead you’re just gonna keep fuckin’ him, keep getting’ closer, lettin’ yourself fall for him more an' more an' pine over him, fall in love, an' then you’ll get your power restored, go back to hell, and lose him anyway?”

Lucifer paused for a moment. “Well when you put it that way, it makes me sound like an idiot,” he said with a small laugh.

“You said it, not me.” Angel’s arm draped across Lucifer’s shoulder, pulling him in for a side hug. “If ya want my opinion, you should just tell him. Betta to get rejected now than when you’re really head ova’ heels.”

Angel wasn’t wrong, but Lucifer just…couldn’t. Not yet. “You have a point. Guess therapy’s going well, huh?” Lucifer jested.

The taller man pulled his hand back and nudged Lucifer's shoulder. “Fuck off. I still can’t believe that just happened. Husk is losin’ his fuckin mind right now. I promised him I’d come make sure you and Alastor don’t say anything, hence why I’m here.”

“You know I’d never say a word,” Lucifer assured.

“Yeah I know you wouldn’t, Smiles on the other hand…”

“You don’t have to worry about him, I promise. He…he can be trusted.” Lucifer felt the words leave his mouth and wasn’t sure if he even believed them or not, but he needed Angel to. Did Lucifer actually trust Alastor? He wanted to, and part of him did…but the puzzle that was Alastor was still barely even a third of the way complete. There was still so much mystery to him, and Lucifer didn’t know if he’d ever truly know or trust the man. But regarding Angel and Husk’s secret relationship? That was a secret Lucifer knew Alastor would keep. Mainly because the man had already known about it this entire time and said nothing.

Angel sighed deeply. “You’re fuckin’ a serial killer and I’m fuckin’ my therapist. We’re both screwed, huh?”

Lucifer breathed a small laugh. “Yep. Pretty much.”

Because of the fiasco in the courtyard, Lucifer was slightly worried Alastor wouldn’t show up that night. After lights out, he lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling and waiting. Eventually, his eyes felt heavy and began to close, drifting into a dreamless slumber. He knew Alastor would wake him whenever he showed up. If he showed up.

When the angel felt a hand on his shoulder gently shaking him, he moaned sleepily, blinking his eyes open. Sure enough, Alastor was there, kneeling on the floor trying to wake him. “Mm, hey,” he said with a lopsided smile. “I was worried you wouldn’t come.”

Alastor gave a soft chuckle. “Why would I not have?”

Lucifer yawned, rolling his neck and sitting upright. He scooted back until he was leaning against the wall, sitting crisscrossed. “Because of what happened in the courtyard.”

Lucifer’s eyes were still adjusting, but he saw something in Alastor’s hand. The man set it on the floor, the sound of glass touching the tile echoing in the angel’s ears. Alastor climbed onto the bed and sat beside him, also crossing his legs. He was still fully dressed in his normal fancy attire, causing Lucifer to gulp, thinking about just how goddamn hot he looked in those little outfits of his.

“Do you truly think I’d go back on my word because of that? That was nothing. I’m sure your friend has already forgiven you,” Alastor claimed.

He wasn’t wrong. Angel did seem fine after their conversation, and thankfully he kept Lucifer’s secret from Vaggie. They both knew she would lose her shit if she found out. Which, eventually she would; there was no getting around that. But he just needed to find the right time to tell her. Maybe after he got his powers back and restored her wings. Yeah, that’d be a good time.

“Yeah, okay, fair.” Lucifer leaned forward slightly to look in the direction where he saw Alastor set the mystery object down. “So what’s that? Is it the surprise?”

“Yes.” Alastor reached down and grabbed a bottle of bourbon, holding it up proudly. “I took this from Husker’s office.”

Lucifer chuckled. “Wow. I don’t even wanna know how you broke in there.”

“I didn’t. Originally I was going to, but instead, I made a deal.”

The angel blinked. “A deal…for what?”

Alastor gave him a scheming smirk. “I told him if he gives me access to his alcohol whenever I ask, I will keep his secret about his little dalliances with Angel Dust.”

Lucifer’s eyes widened and he shoved Alastor’s arm. “What the fuck?! Why would you do that? You promised Angel and me you wouldn’t tell!”

“And I was being honest. But he didn’t know that, so I took advantage of an opportunity.”

Lucifer scoffed, standing up. “Wow. You truly are a manipulative asshole.”

Alastor’s grin dropped slightly, eyes narrowing. “I assumed you would be happy, I got this for us to celebrate your progress.”

“Seriously?” Lucifer scoffed, folding his arms. “Why the hell would I be happy about you blackmailing the guy my friend is…involved with?” He wasn’t sure what Angel and Husk even were. Boyfriends? Lovers? Were they in love, or were they not to that point yet? Eh, involved seemed to be a good word to settle on. Angel probably didn’t know either.

Alastor clicked his tongue, leaning back against the wall and unscrewing the cap from the bottle before taking a swig. “Perhaps you should make me a list of the people you care about so I do not continue to accidentally upset you by being a ‘manipulative asshole’.” He said the last words with air quotes.

Lucifer glared at him, then grabbed the bottle from his hand and took a large gulp. “How about just not being a manipulative asshole in general? Is that so difficult? Oh wait, forgot who I’m talking to. That’d be like telling a fish to grow lungs.”

“Are you really going to let this ruin our night?”

Lucifer pondered it for a moment, then huffed, sitting back down on the bed and taking another drink. “Apologize to Husk tomorrow and promise you won’t tell anyone and he doesn’t have to give you alcohol whenever you want it, okay?” He extended the bottle out to Alastor.

“Is that an order, Lucifer? I do not appreciate you attempting to force me to do something.” Alastor yanked the bottle from him.

“Oh for fuck’s sake you control freak, I’m not ordering you to do anything. I’m just asking you to do it.”

“Well you could ask in a nicer way,” he commented, taking another drink from the bottle.

Lucifer looked at him, making his normal golden eyes glow and giving the man his cutest little puppy dog face. “Pretty please Alastor, pleeeease could you apologize to Husk tomorrow and break your deal? It’d make me soooo happy,” he begged in a mocking sweet voice, clasping his hands together and pouting out his bottom lip.

He was a bit surprised when he saw the corners of Alastor’s lips twitch up more slightly, almost like he was enjoying this. Alastor rolled his eyes, looking away but not before Lucifer caught a small hint of blush forming on his face. “Very well. You didn’t have to be so dramatic about it.”

Lucifer grinned victoriously, taking the bottle from Alastor and gulping down what was probably the equivalent of two shots. “Goddamn, this is really good bourbon,” he commented, examining the label.

Alastor shrugged. “Bourbon isn’t my drink of choice, but it’s not bad.”

“What is your drink of choice?”

“I’ve always preferred a glass of sherry or maybe a nice brandy.”

Lucifer chuckled, taking another swig. “Brandy? For someone who claims to hate sweet things, that’s an interesting choice.”

“It is one of the only sweet things I like,” Alastor explained.

“This bourbon is pretty sweet.”

“Are we going to talk about alcoholic beverage preferences all night?” Alastor asked, grabbing the bottle and taking a large swig.

He had a point. “Well, what did you wanna talk about?”

“I want to know more about hell,” Alastor stated.

The angel blinked in surprise. “Wow. Didn’t expect that. But, okay. What do you wanna know?”

Smirking, the other man took another swig and then handed the bottle back to Lucifer. “Everything.”

The two of them sat on the bed, drinking and talking and even laughing. At one point they froze, staying completely silent for about ten minutes when Alastor noticed the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The steps got louder but thankfully passed by Lucifer’s room at a normal pace, then once the footsteps were inaudible they resumed talking, in lower voices that time. It was so easy to get lost with Alastor, caught up in their own little world and forgetting they were in a mental hospital and could be caught at any moment.

“So wait, there’s a theme park you based on yourself? And you call me arrogant!” Alastor laughed, taking another drink from the bottle which went from unopened to now about three-quarters empty within probably about an hour.

Lucifer scoffed, playfully pushing Alastor’s arm. “Hey, LuLu World is a blast! I used to take Charlie there all the time when she was a kid and she loved it!”

“Hm, though I've never held any desire to visit theme parks, it is a shame I will never get to see it,” Alastor commented.

“What? Yeah you can! It’s in Pride. Loo Loo Land is the one in Greed,” Lucifer spat bitterly. He always hated that Mammon ripped off his theme park, but wasn’t surprised. It was Mammon after all.

“Ah, so that is the one I would never be able to visit.”

“Yeah, but it sucks, you’re not missing out on anything special." Lucifer took another drink, definitely feeling drunk now. Damn, he was such a lightweight in this human form.

“What is your favorite ring?” Alastor asked, slumping over on Lucifer’s shoulder a bit and playing with a piece of his hair.

Lucifer’s heart fluttered from the gentle touches, but he tried to ignore the sensation. “That’s a hard question to answer. Pride is where my palace is, but,” it’s also where all the sinners are, “but they all are just so different. Before Charlie, I’d visit Lust a lot. Ozzie and I had a pretty great relationship and he’d host the best orgies.” Lucifer thought back fondly on the memories. It was hard to believe that was hundreds of years ago when he could remember it all so clearly.

“You used to participate in orgies?” Alastor stared at him incredulously.

“Yeah. Is that so hard to believe? I’m millions of years old, there’s pretty much nothing I haven’t tried.”

“Not hard to believe, just…difficult to comprehend. Participating in orgies hundreds of years ago in hell. You being millions of years old. It’s all just…” Alastor trailed off and took another swig, resting the bottle in Lucifer’s lap. He drummed his fingers on the bottle, resting his head in the crook of the angel’s neck.

“Just what?”

“Incredible. You are incredible,” Alastor muttered, turning his head and pressing a kiss to Lucifer’s neck. “I am sitting beside the king of hell, one of the most powerful beings in all of creation, sharing a bottle of bourbon with him.”

Lucifer chuckled, wrapping his arm around Alastor and lightly brushing his fingers across his shoulders. “You’re drunk.”

“Mhm, very much so.” Alastor kissed a different spot on his neck, grabbing the bottle from Lucifer’s lap and setting it on the floor. Then he did something very unexpected: he rested his head in the angel’s lap. “But so are you,” he said with a crooked smile. Before Lucifer could fully process Alastor laying in his lap, the man lifted his shirt and began kissing his stomach.

Lucifer breathed deeply, closing his eyes and leaning his head back against the wall. Alastor pushed Lucifer’s shirt higher up, or at least tried to. The angel leaned forward and pulled it off entirely, throwing it on the floor and grabbing Alastor’s face to kiss him. It was a clumsy kiss, sloppy and tasting the bourbon on his breath. Their tongues all but intertwined with each other, hot and messy and deep. He inelegantly undid Alastor’s bowtie, tossing the fabric aside, and began fumbling with his suspenders.

“Here, let me,” Alastor suggested, sitting upright and undressing himself. Lucifer noticed he was trying to be graceful with it but was miserably failing. It was pretty cute, honestly. He whipped his head to look at Lucifer when the angel started giggling. “Something funny?”

Lucifer tried to hold back his laughs, placing a hand over his mouth. He tried to lie and say no, but felt a tug of the honesty collar on his neck. “Yes, you’re really cute just struggling and being clumsy like that.”

Alastor glared at him. “I am not cute,” the word dripped from his tongue like acid, as if it was the biggest insult anyone could’ve ever thrown at him.

Lucifer touched Alastor’s hands. “It’s a compliment, relax.” He finished unbuttoning the man’s shirt, pulling it back but letting Alastor finish shrugging himself out of it.

When Lucifer tried to kiss him again, Alastor pressed a finger to the angel’s lips. “Why don’t you try a portal again to the solitary room? We wouldn’t have to worry about being disturbed in there.”

Lucifer nodded, a little hesitant after what happened earlier but at least it was nighttime, so if he accidentally made a portal into Husk’s office or the courtyard again, no one would be there. “Yeah, okay,” he said tentatively.

“You can do this,” Alastor said softly, kissing him once more but it was gentle this time, more sensual. Lucifer thought about the solitary room, about the second time they’d had sex in there. He thought about how amazing it felt, not just the sex but being in Alastor’s arms. Being held so tightly, even after they both came. How many times Alastor had bitten him and drank from him, how marked up he was. How he had no control, and how exhilarating it was in the moment.

Without looking or breaking the kiss, Lucifer decided to just go for it. He lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. A small whoosh noise came from across the room and when Lucifer looked over, he grinned proudly staring at a portal directly into the solitary room. “I did it,” he said softly.

“You did it,” Alastor echoed back at him, smiling from ear to ear and grabbing Lucifer’s face to kiss him with a very different type of enthusiasm than Lucifer had felt before from the man. Every time Alastor had kissed him in the past, it was sensual or passionate or rough, always having the intent of sex behind it. And then there were the times Alastor had kissed him softly to encourage him with the portals, but there was still a motive behind that. A reason. But this kiss…there was no motive behind it. It was a celebratory kiss; it had no intent or reason behind it. Lucifer wasn’t sure what to do with that.

So he opted to ignore it for now, focusing on the excitement they were both feeling from this accomplishment. He stood up and grabbed the blanket from his bed along with the bottle of bourbon before walking to the portal. Alastor gestured politely at it. “After you, my king.”

“Why thank you. Such a gentleman.” Lucifer bowed at him, a little wobblier than he’d wanted, before stepping through. Once Alastor was through as well, Lucifer turned back and snapped his fingers again, closing the portal instantly. Now why couldn’t that have worked when he’d accidentally caught Angel and Husk earlier that day?

Lucifer set the bottle on the floor beside the bed and laid the blanket out across the mattress, but as soon as he turned back around, Alastor placed a hand on Lucifer’s chest, pushing him down on the bed and kissing him while climbing on top. Lucifer moved his hands up to Alastor’s chest, pushing him up so the angel could be on top. He began trailing soft kisses down Alastor’s neck and chest, moving down lower to kiss his stomach. Alastor ran a hand down Lucifer’s cheek before putting it under his chin, lifting his face up to make eye contact. “What are you doing?”

“I wanna return the favor from the shower last week,” Lucifer smirked up at him, blinking his eyes red and watching Alastor’s demeanor shift ever so slightly. His devil eyes turned Alastor on. Pretty much any kind of power display turned him on, it was pretty clear at this point, so the more devil features he got back during sex the better. If only he could get his horns back, or his tail.

“It wasn’t, ah,” Alastor’s breath hitched when Lucifer dragged his forked tongue across his stomach, unbuttoning his slacks and slowly dragging the zipper down. Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s hand before he could do more. “It wasn’t a favor. You do not owe me anything.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “I know it wasn’t a literal favor, it’s just a saying. I’m doing this because I want to. Unless you don’t want it.”

Alastor paused, almost like he was thinking about it. Did he really not want it? Shit. Embarrassment began to crawl up Lucifer’s arms like ants, making his face hot. He blinked his eyes back to their normal golden color without the glow and moved away. “What are you doing?” Alastor asked, grabbing Lucifer’s wrist.

“You didn’t answer so I thought –”

“I was just thinking about something and got distracted. Yes, I want it,” Alastor said. “I’ve never had a blowjob before, so I’m curious how it’ll feel.”

“Aw, I’m taking your blowjob virginity, I feel so special.” Lucifer teased, going right back to what he was doing before. He tapped Alastor’s hips, indicating for the man to lift himself up as Lucifer pulled his pants and underwear down.

“You should feel special. I’ve never been even remotely interested in giving or receiving one until meeting you,” Alastor stated, then gasped softly when Lucifer dragged his long serpentine tongue up the man’s shaft, twirling it around the head.

Lucifer was so grateful to have his normal tongue back; it was so much better, especially for blowjobs. It was thinner, longer, and he could maneuver it better; twist it around in ways a human tongue couldn’t. If this was Alastor’s first blowjob, Lucifer had to make sure it was great. He couldn’t be mediocre here; even though he was drunk, his mind was laser-focused on giving Alastor nothing short of the best. He hummed, closing his eyes as he felt a hand run through his hair. Lucifer opened his throat as his mouth reached the base of Alastor’s cock, wrapping his tongue around the shaft and sliding it up and down as he hollowed out his cheeks.

Alastor gripped Lucifer’s hair tighter as he began bobbing his head. The man was letting out soft moans, and when Lucifer looked up he locked his golden glowing eyes with Alastor’s dark brown ones. When they made eye contact, Lucifer pulled back with a loud pop and kissed Alastor, swirling his tongue around the other man’s mouth and moaning into it. “You’re very good at this,” Alastor mumbled against Lucifer’s lips, causing him to chuckle.

“Glad you approve,” he countered.

“Are you done now?” Alastor asked, and Lucifer could detect a hint of disappointment in his voice. The phrasing sounded like a rejection, like he was bored and no longer wanted it, but Lucifer was getting better at paying attention to Alastor’s tone more than his words. He wanted the angel to continue, but didn’t wanna beg. No, he was the one who made Lucifer beg. And Lucifer would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. However, he did want to hear Alastor beg, even if just once.

“Do you want me to be?”

Alastor was silent for a moment, their mouths just hovering over each other. “No,” he finally said quietly.

“Are you sure? I mean I don’t have to continue,” Lucifer said playfully before licking his hand and reaching down to slowly stroke Alastor’s length. He could feel his own cock tenting his pants, dripping with want, but the angel had more important things to focus on currently. All in good time.

Alastor swallowed, glaring up at Lucifer as if he wanted to murder him. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

Lucifer cocked his head to the side slightly with an innocent expression. “I don’t know what you mean. I’m just asking for clarification.”

Alastor lurched forward to try and kiss him, but Lucifer pulled back at the last second, releasing Alastor’s cock from his hand with a devilish grin like the little brat he so loved being sometimes. As he dragged his thumb across the corner of his mouth and sucked on it, he could practically feel Alastor’s desire radiating from his body. The man was glaring daggers at him, trying to keep his pride, but right now he was challenging the king of pride. And Lucifer had begged plenty, he’d let Alastor dominate him with no pushback too many times. It was time to change that, to make the man work for it. Alcohol really brought out Lucifer's brattiness.

It was then that he felt something tickle the base of his spine. He didn’t have time to question what it was before Alastor’s hand was on the back of his neck, yanking him back down into a rough kiss before biting his lip hard enough to almost draw blood. “Please continue. Is that what you wanted?”

Lucifer smirked. “I was hoping for a little more, but yeah. That’ll suffice.” He slid down once more and took Alastor back into his mouth, dragging his tongue across the head to lick all the precum up. He resumed bobbing his head, then held his mouth all the way at the base, opening up his throat and then swallowing around it. Thankfully gag reflexes were a human thing, and that wasn’t something Lucifer was cursed with in this human form. Because otherwise he couldn’t do this, and he couldn’t hear Alastor moan loudly from it, feeling the hand in his hair tighten. Lucifer reached up and slapped his hand over Alastor’s mouth to muffle his sounds as he continued to suck on the man like it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had in his mouth. There wasn't any reason to try and make him be quieter, it was just hot. The scratchy feeling at the base of Lucifer’s spine was back, more prominent than before. What was that? Was there a fucking bug on him or something?

It was too distracting, so Lucifer pulled away and sat up, looking down at where the feeling was coming from.

Wait.

No way.

The angel immediately stood, pulling his pants down and examining the base of his spine, eyes wide with shock. “Holy shit,” he breathed out.

“Lucifer?” Alastor questioned, propping himself up on his elbows. “What’s wrong?”

Lucifer immediately straddled the man with a thrilled expression and glowing eyes, kissing him happily. Alastor was trying to say something against the angel’s lips, but he froze when Lucifer broke the kiss and ran the tip of his tail down the side of Alastor’s face.

Alastor stared in astonishment, reaching his hand out to try and touch it. Lucifer flicked his tail against the man’s hand to smack it away. “No touching,” he teased.

“You have a tail?” Alastor observed quietly, once again reaching out to try and touch it.

The angel flicked it playfully at his hand once more, grinning. “That I do.”

“You never mentioned this part of your anatomy before.”

“I didn’t? Huh, thought I did.”

“Please let me touch it,” Alastor implored, unable to look away.

Seriously? This is what got him begging? Not the blowjob, but just to touch his tail? Lucifer sighed, moving the end of his tail closer to Alastor’s hand and being still. “Fine.”

Alastor gently pressed a finger on the sharp tip and Lucifer held back a tiny gasp. Thankfully the other man was too focused to notice. He dragged the finger down, tracing it around the heart in the center. Lucifer arched his back ever so slightly, biting back a moan. His tail was sensitive, but he knew Alastor wouldn’t have given up trying to touch it with how obsessed he was. “A heart? Why a heart?” the man inquired.

“I dunno.” The angel simply shrugged. “When it first appeared after I fell, that’s just what it looked like.” He inhaled sharply when Alastor gently stroked all his fingers down the tip. Shit, he’d truly forgotten just how sensitive his tail was. It’d been so long since he’d been with anyone, and all the other times with Alastor his tail had never come out before. Maybe he still didn’t notice?

Nope. He noticed. Alastor finally tore his gaze from Lucifer’s tail to his eyes, raising a brow. “Is your tail sensitive, my dear?” He took his thumb and index finger and gripped it in the heart center, causing Lucifer to yelp, biting his lip. Alastor’s smirk grew. “Oh it is. How delightful.” He applied pressure again, then gently rubbed his thumb in circles. “Who’s a good little devil?”

Lucifer moaned, then pulled his tail from Alastor’s grip, swatting it against the man’s hand. “You don’t get to touch it anymore if you’re gonna be a dick.”

Alastor leaned up, grabbing Lucifer’s back and digging his nails in, kissing his neck gently. Lucifer tilted his head, letting himself melt into the soft kisses, but then shuddered when he felt Alastor’s fingers lightly grazing the base of his tail, holding it in his hand as he moved it along the length. Lucifer bit his lip again, whimpering as he clutched Alastor’s chest, nails digging in. His eyes were pinched shut, but he heard Alastor inhale sharply through his teeth. “Careful, your majesty. I’m afraid I don’t heal as fast as you.”

Lucifer looked down, noticing his black claws penetrating Alastor’s chest. He pulled his hands back and clutched the mattress instead. There were red marks on his chest, but luckily no actual blood. “Shit, sorry,” he muttered, then jolted when Alastor gripped his tail harder. “Fuck,” he whined, arching his back. “Al, please–” he begged, though he wasn’t sure what exactly he was begging for.

“Please what? What would you like my king?” Alastor asked, finally releasing Lucifer’s tail and gently pulling him down for a kiss by the back of his neck.

“Please…” Lucifer’s mind cleared a bit, and he realized he had a golden opportunity here because it was definitely past midnight now. “Please tell me everything you want to do to me in explicit detail? That’s my first question.”

Alastor’s smile fell a bit, but when he grabbed Lucifer’s tail in one hand and his throat in the other, the devious leer returned. “I want to ruin you. I want to fuck you, I want to make you cry from pleasure.” He pulled Lucifer’s face closer, clutching his throat tighter as he kissed him hungrily for a moment. “I want to sink my teeth into this gorgeous neck of yours and taste that divine blood again, to mark you. I want to watch your pretty little face go mad with lust for me. I want to claim you as mine, Lucifer Morningstar.”

Of all the things Alastor could’ve said, Lucifer definitely didn’t expect that last statement. It rattled him to his very core but in the best way possible. He wanted all of those things just as bad as Alastor, if not more. Lucifer thought it was all one-sided, that Alastor didn’t actually want him for anything else besides his power. And yet…in all that truth, he hadn’t mentioned Lucifer’s powers at all. He wanted Lucifer, probably only in this moment in the most carnal way possible, but he wanted him for something other than his power, and that sent Lucifer’s mind reeling. He flicked his tongue out, licking across Alastor’s bottom lip. “Then do it. All of it.”

Alastor chuckled darkly, releasing Lucifer’s throat and tail to push him backward. The man was on top now, sucking on two fingers to start prepping him. Lucifer dragged the tip of his tail down Alastor’s back, in between his shoulder blades. The man shivered, curling his fingers up inside the angel in response. Lucifer moaned, arching his back up as his tail wrapped itself around Alastor's waist without him even realizing. When he pulled his fingers out, he broke the kiss only long enough to hold his hand out for Lucifer to spit in. The angel grinned, sticking his tongue out. “Make me,” he jabbed.

Growling, Alastor grabbed Lucifer’s face with one hand and yanked him forward, kissing him but also mixing as much saliva as he could into the angel’s mouth. Then he pulled back and placed his hand under his chin. “Spit. Now.” Lucifer opened his mouth and let all the saliva drip into Alastor’s hand slowly before finally spitting the remaining out. “What a good little devil you are.” Fuck, the way Alastor said that made Lucifer’s heart do a backflip and his cock twitch. Alastor reached down and began stroking himself, resuming to kiss Lucifer deeply.

As Lucifer felt Alastor slowly push inside him, he inhaled deeply, welcoming the slight burn as the man filled him up. Once he’d begun to get a decent pace going, Alastor got up on his knees, hooking Lucifer’s thighs over his hips as he began thrusting into him with more fervor. Lucifer reached down to touch his neglected member, noticing just how much slick had pooled on his belly. Before he could even touch himself, Alastor grabbed his wrist, pulling it up to kiss his palm gently and then lick it. It made Lucifer shiver, then moan as the man snapped his hips forward roughly. “You can touch yourself now,” he allowed. Well, now Lucifer didn’t want to just to spite him.

So instead he opted to grab Alastor’s back, claws puncturing the skin as he pulled the man forward. “Kiss me,” Lucifer breathed out in between moans. “Bite me.”

“I shall bite you when I feel like it,” Alastor retorted, fucking Lucifer rougher than before. Then he paused his movements, leaning down and grabbing the bottle from the floor. He unscrewed the cap and took a swig, then offered it to the angel. “Drink?” he made it sound like an offer, but Lucifer knew it wasn’t. It was an order.

He accepted it anyway, opening his mouth and letting Alastor pour some in before the bottle was set back down. “Hm, such an obedient king,” Alastor commented, leaning down to kiss him, spreading Lucifer’s legs even further apart. As an angel, Lucifer had pretty much unlimited flexibility, but in this human form that didn’t seem to be the case. He winced in pain as Alastor spread him. “Does that hurt, my dear?”

“I can take it,” Lucifer answered, trying to relax his muscles so it wouldn’t hurt so much. Before Alastor could say more, the angel wrapped his legs around Alastor’s waist, thighs gripping him tightly. “Now are you going to actually do all those things you claimed to want, or was it all just talk?” he goaded.

Alastor clicked his tongue, seething with a devious grin. “Oh, you’re going to regret that.”

“Am I?”

Alastor sharply bit into his neck, causing Lucifer to let out a pained yelp. “Fuck,” he whined, moving a hand to the other man’s hair and twisting his fingers through it. He could feel warm blood trickling down his shoulder as Alastor’s tongue lapped at the wound, moaning as he sucked on Lucifer’s neck deeply. Was Lucifer a masochist? Absolutely. Was he also an idiot for letting a human get even more drunk from his blood? Probably. But it just felt too fucking good. Nothing about their dynamic was healthy, but he didn’t really give a shit at this point. Alastor was certifiably insane, but it’s not like Lucifer was the poster boy for mental stability.

After a minute or two, Lucifer gripped the man’s hair tightly and tugged. “Okay, enough. Not too much,” he said. When Alastor didn’t stop sucking, Lucifer pulled on his hair harder. “Al, stop.”

Alastor did as he was told, pulling away but dragging his tongue down Lucifer’s shoulder to lick up the remaining blood. “Apologies. You're just so delectable, my dear,” he whispered into the angel’s ear, making Lucifer shiver.

His heart fluttered from the compliment, and turned his head to kiss the other man, moaning as Alastor thrust into him harder. “Oh fuck,” Lucifer whimpered, biting his lip as he felt Alastor’s fingers graze over the tip of his tail. The sensations of Alastor fucking him combined with his fingers gripping the heart in the center, thumb moving in circles on it, it was too much. He felt lightheaded, eyes rolling back in his head. One of his hands moved into his own hair, gripping it tightly. “Alastor, p-please,” he whined.

“Please what?” he asked, applying more pressure to his tail as he snapped his hips forward harder.

“D-don’t stop. Please, m-more,” Lucifer was struggling to even speak, mind completely overwhelmed. Alastor did what he promised, driving Lucifer mad with lust. The length of his tail was flicking around wildly as Alastor continued to play with the end of it.

“More? Oh, gladly, my dear,” Alastor chuckled, and Lucifer cried out when he felt Alastor’s wet tongue dragging over the little heart in the tip, the most sensitive spot. He pushed his tongue flat against it, holding onto the length right below the tip.

“Fuck, Alastor, yes, oh fuck!” Lucifer moaned loudly, the pleasure being too much. He came hard, arching his back up as stripes of cum shot up his stomach and chest. He couldn’t believe he came without his cock being touched once, but then again he’d figured out a while ago that Alastor just had a completely different effect on him. It was then that he opened his eyes and noticed little glowing lights dancing around the room, tiny golden orbs floating around them almost resembling fireflies.

Alastor paused and released Lucifer’s tail, looking around at the lights. “Are you doing this?” he asked, all but stopping his movements.

Lucifer felt his cheeks get hot. “I guess? It’s certainly never happened before but there’s not really another explanation.”

“Hm, reminds me of home,” Alastor said with a soft smile before looking back at Lucifer with bright eyes. “If only we were in the bayou right now, in the grass under a willow tree.” Wait, what did that even mean? Was that some kind of intimate gesture? Lucifer didn’t have time to think too hard about it as Alastor gripped his waist tightly and fucked into him faster. The man leaned down, their mouths pressing together in hot, wet kisses. Lucifer could taste a mix of bourbon and his own blood on the man’s lips, and he could feel tears stinging the back of his eyes from the rough overstimulation as he clung to Alastor’s back tightly. The angel was letting out strings of moaned obscenities, vision whiting out as he felt a tear fall down his cheek.

Alastor braced himself more on his knees, grabbing Lucifer’s hands from his back and pinning them to the bed, lacing their fingers together without breaking the kiss once. Their hands held each other’s tightly, and eventually, Alastor had stopped kissing him, their mouths just hovering over each other’s, breathing and moaning loudly. “You are so beautiful,” Alastor muttered against Lucifer’s lips. "You're an angel." Lucifer could feel himself beginning to get hard again, the overstimulation sending jolts of pain through his body but in the best way possible. Then Alastor thrust into him roughly, coming deep inside as he clung to Lucifer’s hands with a fierce intensity.

Lucifer continued kissing him through his orgasm, then let his head fall back on the bed, breathing fast and heavy and shaking slightly. Alastor pulled out, rolling over next to Lucifer. The angel scooted away close to the edge to give Alastor more room, but surprisingly Alastor grabbed his waist, pulling him back to where he originally was. “Come here,” he said in a low, breathy voice.

“Already did,” Lucifer replied with a small chuckle.

“Funny,” Alastor deadpanned, but when Lucifer looked over at him, he was smiling gently. It was a satisfied smile, an authentic one. Then he did something completely unexpected; the man dragged his finger up Lucifer’s stomach, gathering up some of his cum and sucking it off. “Hm,” was all he said.

“What was that for?” Lucifer asked, dumbfounded. He didn’t expect Alastor to be the cum-eating type of guy.

“Is it normal for semen to taste slightly like apples?” Alastor inquired.

Lucifer just laughed, looking up at the ceiling. “No, it’s not. That’s just a me thing.”

“Interesting. Why?”

The angel shrugged. “I dunno, it’s not like I made it taste like that. Apples are just kinda my thing. That and snakes. You should see my hat. I left it in my workshop before I got tossed up to earth, but it’s beautiful.” Lucifer grabbed the blanket from the floor (how had it even ended up down there?) and wiped himself off before tossing it back down. Thankfully tomorrow was laundry day, so he could also sneak the pillowcase from the other night into the linens.

Alastor hummed, resting his head on Lucifer’s shoulder and closing his eyes. “I’m sure it is. Just like you.”

Lucifer tried to calm his rapidly beating heart, feeling a blush form across his face. “We should probably get back to our rooms,” he suggested quietly, hoping Alastor wouldn’t agree with him.

“We should, but I don’t want to,” the other man murmured, pressing a soft kiss on Lucifer’s shoulder.

“You…want to stay here? With me?” Lucifer asked, desperately trying to hide the eagerness in his voice. It was only because Alastor was drunk off his ass between the alcohol and his blood. It wasn’t like he’d ever act like this or say these things while sober. However, they do say drunk words are sober thoughts. So maybe…maybe this affectionate side was genuine, it was just something Alastor couldn’t express under normal circumstances. Lucifer was gonna try not to think too deep into it, which was much easier said than done.

“Yes. I like this,” Alastor said, even quieter than before. “Here, turn over,” he added, pushing on Lucifer’s hip. Holy shit, did he want to spoon? Yeah, the guy was totally hammered.

Lucifer wasn’t gonna complain, though. As he turned over Alastor pulled him closer, wrapping his long arm around Lucifer’s stomach and tucking his hand underneath the angel. It’d been decades since he’d cuddled with anyone. Even before Lilith left him, they’d been sleeping in separate rooms for years. Their marriage had been crumbling for so much longer than Lucifer wanted to admit; than either of them wanted to admit. What he had with Alastor was so different, though. He remembered Angel’s words, and he knew his friend was right. Lucifer falling for him would not end well. Alastor wasn't a romantic; he may not be as terrible of a person as Lucifer had originally thought when they first met, but he still knew exactly how Alastor saw him: a project. Once his powers were fully restored, who knew what Alastor would do? Certainly not want any kind of relationship with him.

But then everything Lucifer was thinking about drained out of his mind, his brain doing a hard reset and rethinking everything as Alastor sighed deeply, muttering into Lucifer’s hair so softly it was barely audible.

“You’re mine.”

They’d fallen asleep like that, curled up like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. When Lucifer woke up, for a moment he just relished the happiness and butterflies in his stomach from feeling Alastor holding him. But then reality slapped him in the face: they were still in the solitary room and had no fucking idea what time it was or how long they’d been asleep. Lucifer tried to move out from Alastor’s arm, but the man grabbed him and yanked him back. “Alastor, we have to go. We’ve been asleep for who knows how long!” he exclaimed, prying Alastor’s arm off him.

Alastor groaned, rolling onto his back and stretching his long, thin limbs out. “No longer than a couple of hours I’m sure. You worry too much, my dear,” he said groggily, and goddammit even his sleepy voice was adorable.

“How are you so sure?” Lucifer asked, grabbing his pants and pulling them back up.

“Because I have an impeccable circadian rhythm and I always wake up at 6 AM sharp. Judging by the fact you have awoken me, one can deduce it’s before 6.”

Lucifer rolled his eyes. “Okay well does that perfect circadian rhythm work properly when you stay up for hours getting drunk and having mind-blowing sex?” He touched his neck, noticing the wound had already healed. That wasn’t a good sign…unless he was just healing faster now. He wasn’t actually sure how long it took to heal, just that he’d go to sleep with bite marks and wake up perfectly fine.

Alastor sat up, rubbing his eyes. Lucifer’s golden glowing eyes began to glow a little brighter as he observed Alastor’s disheveled hair and sleepy eyes. His tawny skin looked so soft, the curly dark brown tufts of his chest hair making Lucifer just want to jump back on the bed and bury his face in it, take in that wonderful cinnamon scent. To feel the man’s strong arms around him once more. But he couldn’t because they couldn’t risk staying any longer. There wasn’t even any guarantee he could make the portals again which would create an even bigger problem. At least Alastor had the keys, but that wouldn’t matter if it was already morning.

Mind-blowing, hm?” Alastor leered, grabbing his slacks to pull them back on much more graceful than Lucifer hopping into his own.

“What, you don’t agree?”

Alastor finished zipping up his slacks before pulling his shirt on but leaving it open. Fuck, he looked so good like that. “Now what would make you think that?” he asked, stepping forward and beginning to button his shirt slowly.

“Tease,” Lucifer muttered under his breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing. Let me just focus.” the angel exclaimed, staring at the center of the room and closing his eyes. He breathed in deeply, picturing his room in his mind down to every detail. Maybe he could do it without Alastor?

Well, he wouldn’t have a chance to find out because Alastor was suddenly behind him, arms wrapping around his waist as he leaned down to rest his chin on Lucifer’s shoulder. “Very well, focus then.”

Lucifer swallowed, breath hitching when he felt Alastor’s lips on his neck. “Hard to focus like this,” the angel commented, tilting his head to the side instinctively to give Alastor better access.

“Normally I’m kissing your lips and you just subconsciously create these portals. I want to see if you can do it without that,” Alastor whispered into his ear before kissing the spot below it.

“You’re still kissing me, though.” Lucifer sighed, eyes fluttering closed.

“Just focus will you, my dear?”

Clearing his throat, Lucifer once again tried to focus on his room, but also picturing him and Alastor on his bed, cuddling like they’d done just a few hours ago. Feeling like he had a very clear image in his mind, he opened his eyes and snapped his fingers, staring in amazement when he watched a portal into his room manifest in front of them.

“You’re really getting the hang of this, my king,” Alastor commented, kissing his neck one more time before stepping through the portal. Lucifer ran back to grab the blanket and liquor before hopping through it himself.

There was a little bit of light peeking through the barred window, seeming to be right around the beginning of sunrise. Thank fuck, they still had a little over an hour before morning showers. Lucifer smirked at Alastor, who had finally finished buttoning up his shirt and was now fixing his bowtie. “It’s sunrise.”

Alastor looked at him with a raised brow. “Astute observation, my king.”

Lucifer’s grin fell. Fucking smartass. “Pretty sure in the summertime the sun rises after 6 AM,” he snarked.

The man looked genuinely rattled by that. Only for a moment though, before he collected himself back to his usual perfect poise. “Well, I guess you were correct in the “mind-blowing sex” throwing my rhythm off.”

“I dunno, I think you had a pretty good rhythm last night,” Lucifer said with a sly grin. Alastor rolled his eyes, walking over to the door and pulling the keys from his pocket. “Wait, what are you doing?” Lucifer asked, not intending his voice to sound that desperate.

Alastor turned back to look at him, jangling the keys in his fingers. “Leaving.”

“What if…I tried to make a portal into your room?” Lucifer offered, gesturing to the still-open portal into the solitary room. When he looked back at it and realized it was still open, he clicked his tongue. “Whoops.” As soon as he snapped his fingers it was gone, causing him to grin at how much easier it was getting. It was like he had full control again! “That’s better.”

“Do you think you can? Aren’t you tired?” Alastor asked.

“I am tired, but I still wanna try. I’ll never improve and get better control if I don’t keep pushing myself,” the angel countered.

“Hm, very well.” Alastor shoved the keys back into his pocket and walked back behind Lucifer, running a finger down the side of his face, then rested his hand on his shoulder. His other hand held the angel’s hip gently, mouth hovering close to his ear. “Go ahead and try.”

“What no kisses this time?” Lucifer questioned, though Alastor simply holding him like this was driving his mind wild, even without kissing.

“I would like to watch.” The way Alastor said that into his ear really did something to the angel. He knew it was just referring to wanting to see the portal open, but just those specific words made Lucifer think of so many scenarios he could say that in. Not that he would, Alastor still didn’t experience sexual desire (though he could've fooled Lucifer on that) so there’d never be any fun orgies with this man once he was back in hell.

Wait.

What?

Lucifer jolted from that intrusive thought, quickly dismissing it and trying to pretend it never happened in the first place. Intrusive thoughts never actually had real meaning. That’s why they were called intrusive thoughts: no real meaning. Lucifer was definitely not going to contemplate what would happen whenever Alastor got to hell, whenever the man finally died. How would he look, Lucifer wondered. Sinners reflected how they died in their appearance, so he couldn’t help but think about all the scenarios of Alastor dying that could influence his appearance.

What the hell was even happening right now?

“Are you all right?” Alastor asked, pulling Lucifer from his thoughts and holy shit was he grateful for it. That was a very bizarre spiral he was going down that he never wanted to think about again.

Lucifer nodded. “Yep, fine. Like I said, just tired. But I think I can do this.” He closed his eyes, focusing on the image of Alastor’s room. The only significant memory he had of being in that room was when they had that huge argument and Alastor lost his shit for no reason. So unfortunately, that would be the memory Lucifer would have to concentrate on. They were definitely gonna need to make better memories in Alastor’s room after this. And now with his ability to create portals? The possibilities for them were endless. Even if he was only restricted to areas he had a strong memory associated with. But the more he worked on it, maybe eventually he’d get to a point to create a portal anywhere. Maybe even back to Hell.

He tried to focus on the anger he felt that night, the pain and betrayal from Alastor running away from him, and the fact he still didn’t have a clear answer as to why besides he “liked it too much”, whatever the fuck that meant. It was difficult, trying to focus on that anger when he felt so content being in Alastor’s arms right now and thinking about what all had just happened a mere few hours ago. When he opened his eyes and snapped his fingers, Lucifer’s face fell when it was just a portal back to the solitary room. “Dammit,” he muttered.

“Well, I suppose you still have to work on it. We can't expect everything to be perfect overnight. A good effort though,” Alastor remarked, squeezing Lucifer’s waist before pulling the keys back out and pressing his ear to the door, making sure there was no sound of footsteps. Before unlocking the door, he gave Lucifer one last glance. “I’ll see you around, Lucifer.”

“Wait!” Lucifer exclaimed in a hushed voice. “Does that mean tonight?”

“Hm,” Alastor pondered, scratching his chin. “We’ll see.” And with those last words, he gave the angel a wink, then slipped through the door and quietly closed it behind him.

Lucifer tried to fall back asleep and get at least another hour in before his shower, but his thoughts were firing from all directions, neurons bouncing around in his brain like millions of ping-pong balls, nothing but thoughts of Alastor. So by the time he sat down for breakfast, he felt like a slug with the way he moved. He stole a glance at Alastor, who was sitting up properly, eating and looking as normal as ever. How the hell could he function so normally on nothing more than maybe three hours of sleep?

Angel sat beside Lucifer, immediately digging into his oatmeal but then examining his friend in concern as Lucifer propped his head up with his elbow on the table, blinking slowly. Angel nudged him. “Hey short king, ya feelin’ okay?” he asked.

Lucifer shot upright and shook his head, giving Angel a reassuring smile before beginning to eat his breakfast. “Yep! All good,” he mumbled with a mouthful of oatmeal.

The younger man raised a brow. “No offense, but ya look like me after I’d been plowed by three different guys in one night.” Eyes widening, Angel leaned closer. “Wait, did you and Alastor…”

Lucifer nodded silently, taking another bite of oatmeal before chasing it down with some milk. Fuck, what he’d do for some coffee right now…

“Luci!” Angel smacked his arm. “What about what we talked about?”

“You’re one to talk,” Lucifer retorted, shooting Angel a knowing look.

Angel pressed his lips into a thin line, rolling his eyes. “My situation is different. Husk actually cares about me. I…” he leaned closer to whisper. “I think I might love him. And I think he feels the same.”

“Okay, but he’s still your therapist. Neither of us are making good decisions here, so best not to dwell on it.”

Angel gave him a snarky glare. “Fine, but just know I’m judgin’ ya.”

Lucifer chuckled, taking another bite. “As long as you’re still my friend, I can live with that.”

“Course I’m still your friend. Ya ain’t gettin’ rid of me that easy,” Angel smirked at him.

“Glad to hear it.”

“Okay, what the hell was up with the weather yesterday?” Vaggie asked as soon as she sat down in front of the two men. “Did you two see it?”

They exchanged quick glances, then looked back to her. “I had therapy with Husk so no,” Angel stated.

“Yeah, I was in the courtyard when it happened. Pretty weird,” Lucifer commented.

“Weird? That’s a pretty big understatement,” she refuted. “It was insane! It’s August in New York, how the hell would it snow, and only for like 5 minutes?” Vaggie paused, then observed Lucifer suspiciously. “Did you do it?”

“Why does everyone think I’m responsible for the weather?” Lucifer groaned.

Vaggie just blinked at him. “Who else asked if you were responsible?”

Lucifer swallowed thickly. “Um, well, Alastor may have spoken to me yesterday…”

“WHAT?!” she growled, hitting the table as her hands curled into fists. Lucifer gave her a ‘calm the fuck down’ expression when they all noticed the orderly in the corner paying closer attention to them. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because you have a tendency to overreact sometimes,” Lucifer gestured at her furious demeanor.

Vaggie whipped her attention to Angel and pointed a finger at him. “Did you know about this?”

“Uhhh,” Angel dragged the word out before shoveling a huge bite of oatmeal into his mouth. She continued to glare at him until he finished swallowing. “Okay yeah. Sorry, V, but it’s like Luci said, you can get pretty mad over the small stuff.”

Inhaling deeply, the woman uncurled her fists and clasped her hands together on the table. “Okay fine, I get your point. So why? Why was he talking to you? What did he want?”

Lucifer swallowed a gulp of milk before speaking. “I mean, it wasn’t much. He approached me in the courtyard, and while it was snowing he asked me if I was doing it. I said no, but then he pointed out that I’d changed the weather before a couple times. But both those times I was mad as hell. I wasn’t feeling anything strong when it started snowing, and like you said, it only lasted a few minutes. I really don’t think it was me.”

Vaggie ran a hand through her hair, deep in thought. “It’s just so weird. If it wasn’t you, then what the hell could’ve done that?”

All three of them turned their attention to one of the hallways as they heard footsteps barreling down, getting louder with each beat. A short man with deep bronze skin and jet-black hair with white streaks in it ran into the lunchroom. Everyone was staring in silence, watching as the man breathed heavily, looking around in a frenzied manner. He had a dark burn scar covering half his face and an interesting tattoo on his forehead. The tattoo was what was most curious about him. Along with the red eyes. When he locked eyes with Lucifer, the man beelined straight for him. Vaggie stood defensively, ready to fight if it came down to it.

“You Lucifer Morningstar?” he asked, grinning wildly.

Lucifer nodded slowly, extremely confused. “Yes?”

“Fantastic!” the man exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “Pleasure to fucking meet you, big fan of your work. I’m here to save your ass and take you back to hell, so let’s get the fuck outta here yeah?”

“Wait what?” Lucifer’s eyes widened. “Who are you?” Lucifer heard the orderly in the corner yelling for backup and running out of the room. Shit, it was one of the nice ones too. He wouldn’t be surprised if the guy quit after this. They’d already lost two orderlies since Lucifer got there. Or rather, since the whole electroshock room incident, if he's making a timeline.

“Name’s Blitz, we can talk more when we get outta this shithole, now come on!” He grabbed Lucifer’s arm and pulled him out of his chair, but was intercepted when Vaggie lunged forward and grabbed his wrist, twisting him and throwing him on the ground.

“Vaggie chill!” Lucifer exclaimed, standing between them. “He knows who I am, clearly he’s a Hellborn!”

“Or he’s a psycho human trying to kidnap you!” she exclaimed.

“I’m not trying to kidnap him!” Blitz shouted, quickly hopping to his feet and pulling a gun out of his jacket. “I’m here to save him! Now we seriously need to go before- OH FOR SATAN’S SAKE!” Vaggie roundhouse kicked the gun from his hand, sending it flying across the floor. “Really?!” Blitz pinched the bridge of his nose, running back up to Lucifer. “Listen I don’t know if your girlfriend fighting your battles for you is what gets you going but –”

“I’m not his girlfriend,” Vaggie interjected in utter disgust.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Lucifer said completely in unison with the other angel. Then he turned to her. “Wait why’d you say it like that? I’m not that bad!”

“I’m a fucking lesbian, dude,” she deadpanned.

“Oh that makes so much sense,” Angel chimed in, just leaning back in his chair munching on a piece of toast.

“Congrats on your coming out party,” Blitz snapped at Vaggie, then turned back to Lucifer. “Now come on, we seriously need to fucking GO!” he shouted, running toward his gun but didn’t get a chance to grab it before he had two guards tackle him down. “Hey you fuckfaces get off me!” he growled, squirming beneath them. An orderly rushed forward with a needle. “Woah woah woah hey hey wait hold on where the fuck are you sticking that? Get off me! All of you get the fuck off me!” He hissed when the needle went into his neck, still attempting to thrash around but the two guards had a decent hold on him. “Oh fuck me! I’m gonna kill all you motherfu…” Blitz’s words trailed off as his eyes rolled back and closed, his body going completely limp.

As the guard and orderly dragged Blitz away, Lucifer held his hands up and backed away immediately as the other guard rushed toward him. “Woah wait hold on I didn’t do anything!” he exclaimed. “The guy just jumped me, I swear!”

Angel nodded and pointed at Lucifer, mumbling with a mouth full of toast. “It’s true, I saw it.”

“Me, too,” Vaggie claimed, folding her arms and kicking the gun toward the guard. “He had this on him. Was yelling something about taking Lucifer to hell, I dunno. Guy sounded completely crazy.”

“Yeah, nuts,” Lucifer agreed.

“Totally bonkers,” Angel added.

The guard glared suspiciously at all three of them, but backed off and grabbed the gun from the floor. “You three need to be kept a closer eye on,” he said, then walked into the center of the room to address everyone. “Show’s over, people! Go back to your meal!” he barked before stalking out of the room.

Lucifer and Vaggie both sat down, the blond running a hand through his hair and sighing in relief. “Holy shit. That was insane.”

Vaggie nodded in agreement. “Yeah, you're telling me. You really think he was a Hellborn?”

“Well the tattoo on his forehead and red eyes were a bit of a giveaway. He’s most likely wearing a human disguise. Some Hellborn can do that.”

They both turned to look at Angel when he spoke up, who was continuing to chew on his toast. “Fuck, this was a real interestin’ start to the day.”

Ignoring Angel, Vaggie pushed her hair out of her face and sighed. “So what now? You think he can get you back to Hell?”

Lucifer rubbed his forehead, still reeling from that entire chaotic encounter. “Maybe, maybe not. But I do know one thing: we cannot let them take him outta this place.”

“Pretty sure he’ll get admitted damn quick from that whole show,” Angel remarked.

“Yeah, or they’ll take the asshole to prison,” Vaggie pointed out.

Lucifer shook his head, leaning forward, voice deadly serious. “We can’t let that happen. That asshole might be my ticket outta here once and for all.”