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Lucifer wakes up feeling warm.
Pleasantly warm.
Alastor's broad, bare chest is pressed to his back and a soft mouth against the nape of his neck. The mouth moves, soft kisses skate over the side of his cheek, his ear, and his temple. It takes several seconds for his awareness to come back to him.
He notices that he is wrapped up in the other man's arms, and he slowly opens his eyes again and shifts slightly to look over his shoulder. Alastor is already awake, probably has been for quite a while now. His dark eyes stare down at Lucifer, his hair hanging around his face in soft, black tendrils with a small smile on his face.
"Morning," Lucifer says, mid-yawn.
"Good morning, mon cher," Alastor says. The way his voice sounds rolling over the last two words is seductive and warm.
Lucifer's eyes trail down the man's chest, taking in the expanse of muscle, lingering on a few light scars here and there. His eyes trail even further down to where the dark patch of hair is partially visible above his black pajama pants.
"Are you aware that you snore in your sleep, dear?" Alastor asks, with a playful lilt to his voice.
Lucifer rolls his eyes and grunts a curse when he slowly sat up. Alastor follows him, propping himself up on one elbow. "Ha ha, funny. Did you know that you have a habit of hogging the bed? I was pressed against the wall for most of the night!"
Alastor gives him a sly, little smirk, which earns the man a light smack to his shoulder. "Oh, you know what I mean," Lucifer huffs, his face heating.
Alastor suddenly shifts his position, pressing Lucifer back down on the bed. Alastor leans over him, hands on either side of his head, Alastor's face inches from his own. "Of course I do, but if it bothers you so much then all you need to do is sleep in my arms,"
Lucifer's senses fill with Alastor. A mix of spices and woodland, with a hint of something unique he couldn't possibly describe. His breath hitches when he feels the semi-hardness of Alastor's cock against his hip bone.
Alastor's eyes darken as they flick down to his mouth, and Lucifer flutters his eyelashes as Alastor chaffs the pad of his thumb over the flush of his cheeks, growling softly. The sound vibrates through Lucifer's body and straight down to his own cock.
Alastor kisses him, licking along his lips until he opens his mouth, just enough of an invitation for Alastor to slip his tongue in. His breath shudders when Alastor moves his hand down...down...to the skin above his tail bone.
"Wait, Al," Lucifer barely gets the words out, grasping the man's shoulders as he feels long fingers teasing the cleft of his ass.
"Still sore?" Alastor asks, almost smug. "Not an issue, my love. There are other ways in which," He lightly drags a single finger along his thigh, and over the outline of his cock. "I can make you feel good," Then fits himself into the space, almost straddling Lucifer's leg.
Alastor lowers himself and slowly grinds against the crease between pelvis and inner thigh and Lucifer's breath stutters when he feels the heat of Alastor's cock digging into him through the thin fabric of his boxers.
He rolls his hips forward and fuck, the friction feels electrifying. He reaches up to thread his fingers through Alastor’s black hair, taking in the flex of his abdomen. He lifts his head and Alastor meets him in a clashing, fervent kiss. Their teeth click, but Lucifer didn't care. Alastor moves his lips across his cheek and dips down to suckle against his pulse point.
He swallows thickly when he feels Alastor's hand trail down to his side to fist at Lucifer's boxers, his fingers brushing his sensitive skin just beneath the elastic band.
Lucifer gives him a coquettish grin and presses his thigh into his lover, and feels a burst of satisfaction when Alastor lets out a serrated hiss against his throat, the sensation of teeth sends shivers through him and he gasps, arching up from the bed.
Alastor kisses him again before he pulls back. "Spread your legs for me," He rasps.
Lucifer bites his bottom lip and happily does so, making room for the other. They were aligned so perfectly that when he moves his hips, he presses against the full, thick length of his lover, sending sparks up his spine when Alastor rolls his hips forward.
"Oh fuck, Al..." Lucifer moans.
"You should see the look on your face, Luci," Alastor says. "I'm not even inside you, and yet you moan for me as though I am."
Lucifer twists his head to the side and parts his lips in short breaths, the friction sending every nerve begging, pleading, demanding more."Please, Al, I want to-ah-feel you. May I?"
"Well, since you ask so nicely," Alastor drawls, his voice rough and low.
Lucifer spreads his legs wider, excitement beats like wings in his chest, heavy and fast as he pushes his fingers down between their bodies, and he revells in his lover's gasps when his hand slides in around Alastor's length before taking his own already leaking cock out of his boxers, his hand barely wrapping around their lengths.
"Allow me, my dear," Alastor chuckles, and replaces Lucifer's hand with his own. Lucifer's head falls back against the pillow, his eyes scrunching shut as his lover strokes their cocks together, giving Lucifer's cock a little brush of his thumb just below the head and oh my fuck! It was unbelievably good.
Suddenly, tentacles reach over and coil themselves around Lucifer's legs, keeping them up as Alastor continues to move his hand between their bodies.
A smaller tentacle rises up to meet Lucifer at eye-level and Alastor removes his hand from between their legs and strokes it with his fingers, pumping it languidly. The tip of the appendage curls around Alastor's index finger. Lucifer moans at the sight, but then whines at loss of Alastor's hand on his cock.
"Patience," He whispers. "I know how much you enjoy it when these touch you. Would you like that, mon cher?"
Lucifer nods, eagerly. "Yes, please. I need it,"
Alastor chuckles and releases the slick appendage. It curls around both of their erections, before it starts to move. Lucifer bites his lip to stiffle a moan.
Alastor tsks. "Oh, my Luci, don't you remember what I said last time? I want to hear those beautiful sounds as you come apart from my touch alone,"
Suddenly, he drops his head and bites into Lucifer’s shoulder.
"Fuck, Al!" He whines, jerking as he bucks up his hips up with the rhythm. He draws out a moan of pleasure, and Alastor hums his approval.
"That's it darling," Alastor coos. "You are doing so well for me, aren't you? Keep making those sounds, Luci-ah-mmph-fuck-"
Lucifer twitches against each stroke. He needs this, this friction-intense, rubbing, heated friction. Alastor's hand slips under his shirt, brushing over his nipple. His mouth opens, slack, and gasps. "Al, I'm close!"
A talented tongue licks over his earlobe, hands grasp his sides. "Look at me, Luci," Alastor whispers, the tentacle working their cocks together, making Lucifer keen. "Come on, mon cher...hah...show me what you look like when you shatter all-nngh-all because of me,"
Lucifer hisses as the tightening coil within him snaps, and he screams with his lover's name on his tongue as he crested, sending pulse after pulse of pleasure coursing through his body. Alastor follows right after him with a drawn out groan.
They were both breathing hard and fast, their foreheads pressed together, and Lucifer makes a happy sigh when Alastor drops soft, butterfly kisses over his nose, chin, and mouth. They lay there in an afterglow haze, hearts pounding, come and sweat-slick skin sticking together between them.
Eventually they manage to disentangle themselves. Lucifer's body shivers, still basking in his own afterglow. He grins up at Alastor like an idiot, but he didn't care. He raises his hand to brush a strand of black hair out of Alastor's eyes.
"You know, you're kind of unfairly good looking," Lucifer muses.
Alastor gives him a smirk before sitting up and moving toward the bathroom. "That is a wise attitude, and I commend you for it, my dear." He replies, regally, and ducks when Lucifer throws one of his pillows at him.
"Arrogant prick." Lucifer says, fondly. He yelps as Alastor walks back over and pulls him into another kiss.
It was hard to stop kissing. Even when they subsequently clean up the mess they made. Lucifer lets out another yawn, and glances at his phone.
6:25am
He might as well get a bit more sleep. Without having to say it, Alastor joins him back in bed and the two of them cuddle in each other's arms until Lucifer closes his eyes.
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The next time he wakes up, Lucifer is alone, the sound of his phone's alarm playing a verse from one of Charlie's and his favorite songs:
If I break the glass, then I'll have to fly
There's no one to catch me if I take a dive
I'm scared of changing, the days stay the same
The world is spinning, but only in gray...
As he reaches over for his phone to silences the alarm, he notices a folded up peice of paper on the nightstand.
'𝓘 𝓱𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓶𝓸𝓷 𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓻. 𝓐𝓹𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓶 𝓼𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓵𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓵𝓮𝓹𝓽. 𝓘 𝔀𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓸𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓾𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓬𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. 𝓘'𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷.
𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓽𝓻𝓾𝓵𝔂,
𝓐𝓵𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻'
Lucifer smiles warmly as his fingers brush over the beautiful penmanship created by his lover's hands. He sits up and makes his way downstairs and hears the sound of Alastor cooking in the kitchen. His mouth waters from the smell of freshly brewed coffee and he follows it like a homing beacon.
When he enters the kitchen, he is greeted by the sight of the table set for two; two plates lay across the table with forks and knives with a plate of of fluffy pancakes in the center, surrounded by jams, syrup, whipped cream, fruit, and bacon.
A mug of black coffee sat next to each plate, one with a small white bowl filled with Hazelnut flavored creamers which Lucifer automatically assumes it's his considering Alastor takes his coffee black.
Alastor has his back to him. He stands in front of the stove, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, moving his hands to his apron. Lucifer is pretty sure he is dreaming. Because...
Pancakes.
Alastor made him pancakes.
Alastor turns around with a pan full of scrambled eggs, and motions for him to sit. "Did you sleep well, mon cher?"
"I haven't slept so well in a long time, Al. To wake up to this? I swear I must be dreaming."
Alastor hums with a smile and dumps them into a bowl on the counter before walking over to the table and setting down between them. He sits down and they both begin to fill their plates. Lucifer happily fills his plate with pancakes before pouring a liberal amount of syrup over the stack.
He takes his first bite and his eyes flutter as the burst of flavor hits his tastebuds. "This is perfect, Al." He comments. The pancake has just the right texture and sweetness, and he decides to add another pancake to his plate, shamelessly.
He notices Alastor watching him with amusement as he continues to cut into his stack with almost reverent care.
"Hungry, are you. Well, I'm glad it's to your liking. Make sure you chew your food. I'd hate for you to choke, dear."
'Of course,' Lucifer thinks to himself, his face heating. 'Unless it's by you.'
Lucifer swallows and points his fork at Alastor, peice of pancake sticks to the end, syrup dripping onto the plate. "Hey, I blame you for making one of my favorite foods."
Alastor hums. "Why thank you, my dear. Perhaps I'll make pancakes more often."
When they finish their meals, he watches as Alastor starts to clear off the table and Lucifer gets up to assist him with the cleaning. The two of them move around each other in the kitchen, sharing chase kisses. The taste of coffee and syrup still on his lips, Lucifer finds himself wishing this morning could last a little bit longer.
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The first thing Lucifer does when he clocks in is check the kiosk which gives information about the park and typically holds each night's availability. Every morning someone on shift would take it down and update it every night. If a visitor wanted to select a campsite after hours they can come by and check out availability.
Lucifer circles the campsite, looking for any new developments on the campgrounds (a tree that needs pulled down, for example) and campers know they can always hail him over if they needed something.
Later in the day Lucifer received a call that one of the campers had brought a small turtle over from the lake that had a hook stuck to the roof of its mouth. The little girl who found the poor animal came in with a tear streaked face, asking him if the turtle will be ok as he works at the hook. When it's all done, he consoles the little girl who giggles and follows him back to the lake, holding onto her mother's hand.
"Hey, duckies!" Lucifer says, happily to a group of ducks waddling by, and carefully, gently places the turtle at the edge of the lake. The animal slowly stretches its neck before zipping into the water and out of sight. The child's mother thanks him and Lucifer waves at the little girl as the two of them make their way back to their site. His heart swells, the little girl reminding him so much of his Charlie when she was that age.
Lucifer was walking on one of the trails, enjoying the crisp, Fall air. Autumn kissed leaves flow down from above the branches above him. He spots a Steller's Jay resting on a branch laden with bright yellow and orange leaves. Its shiny black and blue body peeks out between the warm colors, a startling combination. He is about to get back on his four-wheeler when he hears music coming from somewhere down the hill.
He doesn't think too much of it until his boots slosh into the muddy ground, and he swears outloud when he slips on a pile of leaves as he pushes himself through the bushes. This catches Lucifer off guard since there hadn't been a drop of rain all day.
He quickly looks down and he gasps when he spots specks of blood intermixed with the dirt. He grimaces as a strong metallic scent hits his nostrils. He glances down and notices that there is a strange tint to the mud which seems to lead further into the trees in front of him. The music was louder now, and he can make out some of the lyrics:
Johnny, angry Johnny
This is Jezebel in Hell, Johnny
Johnny, angry Johnny
This is Jezebel in Hell
I can do it in a church
I can do it any time or place
I can do it like an angel
To quiet down your rage
But either way
Either, oh either way
I wanna kill you
I wanna blow you away
In between two trees, he sees her. There is a pair of headphones which lay right beside her head, blasting the music he had heard. Without any hesitation, he tentatively makes his way over to her. At the sound, she turns her head toward him. She is laying on her back, her blond hair partially covering her face. She is young, probably a few years younger than Charlie.
She is alive.
Thank goodness.
Her frantic green eyes are red and blotchy with tears. She manages a weak moan, and the sound that came out made his chest tighten.
Her whimpers were a bleak summation of what she went through before he found her. Her jacket is shredded and covered in blood and her skin is covered in lacerations.
He unlatches his radio and calls for emergency services, giving his location as best he can. He scans the area around them, but he comes to a quick conclusion that they are alone. Who had attacked her? What if her attacker is still out there somewhere?
He kneels down and tries his best to console her as he carefully surveys more of her injuries, making sure he doesn't move her in case something is broken. He does however ask for her name, almost not expecting an answer, but she looks up at him, her lips open, but her voice is barely audible over the sound of Lucifer's own rapid heartbeat.
"No, it's alright. You don't have to answer, just hold on ok? Help is on their way." He whispers.
She ignores him and tries again. "He's not..." she groans. "...not..." Her whole body shakes as she draggs in air. Her lips quiver. "He is not...human."
He freezes, his blood turns to ice in his veins. Not human? "Wh-what do you mean not human? What did it look-" He stops himself. Was there another being other than Alastor in the forest? There has to be, right? If a being like Alastor exists then it shouldn't be a surprise if there were other things out there, too. He hasn't seen any other eldritch beings aside from Alastor...
He shakes his head. No, Alastor hunted monsters not innocent people. When he did hunt, he never leaves his prey alive for long; whoever did this was sloppy, and Alastor wasn't. He is meticulous with his hunts, and made sure to cover his trails. Alastor never discriminates whom he hunts. Is this woman innocent or is she a monster?
He decides to ask again, but before he could get an answer he spots lights on top of the hill. As they place her in an ambulance, one of the EMTs were talking with his boss, but he doesn't listen to most of it. She will be ok, and that is what matters, but what matters more now is that something is out there attacking campers. He glanced up and notices Husk and Niffty near the restrooms. Husk is giving him a look that Lucifer couldn't describe.
After his shift is over, he plans to have a talk with Alastor. He hopes deep down that what ever had attacked this young woman is not the one he trusts with his own life.