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“Absolutely not.”Everyone in the room groaned, frustrated by the lack of enthusiasm shown by the host of the hotel. They had anticipated it, of course, as Alastor’s stubbornness was legendary. Getting him to participate in anything requires major stroking of his ego, and perhaps a few bribes. Charlie stepped up with her sugary sweet pleading. “Please, Alastor? It’s a show of unity and camaraderie for the hotel! And so the sinners who come to the event know who works here and who to ask for assistance!”“Yes, I know the purpose of a uniform, Charlie dear,” Alastor rolled his eyes heavenward, keeping his tone free of condescension. “I simply refuse to be seen in that monstrosity .”He gestured to the rack of clothes set up in the conference room where a set of clean pressed white and red garments were waiting, taunting him with the tackiness of the brass buttons and the circus stripes. Angel and Nifty were already dressed in theirs, complimenting each other with ridiculous overworked manners, while Husk was grumbling about not having a shirt to wear. To be seen in that when he is known for his perfectly coiffed hygiene and his elevated sense of fashion and style that impressed the majority of the heathens in this Hellish realm and signified his status as a fearsome Overlord? Why, it wasn’t even thinkable! His skin crawled with the very prospect of donning the inferior material. “Hey, what’s wrong with my uniforms?” A petulant voice demanded. Ah yes. The creator of these… costumes. Lucifer was already in his Ringmaster attire, and Charlie was wearing a matching style, showing them off as the royal family and patrons of the Hotel. Lucifer, the sorry excuse for a fashion icon, had his arms crossed with his signature cane in hand. For all his bluster, there was a sparkle of mischief and entertainment in their eyes that told Alastor they were enjoying his show of resistance. That’s all that it was, of course. A show. Alastor’s grin curled towards his ears, widening with the anticipation of the barrage of insults he had prepared. “Do you wish for honest feedback, Your Majesty?”Lucifer’s shoulders stiffened, offset by the malicious smile. “How about you write me a bullet list? Come on, just put it on and make Charlie and me happy!”“Your happiness is not anywhere near my priorities.”Charlie turned to her father with large puppy eyes, whining for his help like the spoiled brat that she was. Lucifer, of course, was the biggest pushover in all of creation, and simply raised the stakes. “Alright, I didn’t want to have to do this, Al, but… let’s make a deal.”Suddenly the two of them had the attention of the entire room, eyes wide in every individual as they watched the verbal battle unfold. Alastor’s eyes narrowed. “You wish to make a deal with me for the sake of a silly uniform?” He had been hoping for this. Despite his revulsion of the garments, he would willingly don them to get an edge over the king. The demon spun his microphone and laughed. “What could you possibly offer to compel me to suffer the indignity to be seen in your sigil?”Lucifer’s chaotic smile stretched to match Alastor’s, causing the onlookers to hold their breath. The king tossed his head back with an answering laugh. “Oh, I know exactly what you want, and it’s so painfully easy to deliver! If you wear this uniform with the rest of us for the entire duration of Charlie’s event, then I will wear a uniform of your choosing for the same amount of time.”Angel’s jaw dropped open. Husk hissed a warning ‘don’t do it!’ and Vaggie covered her face and groaned, grumbling that this could go very very bad. Charlie was eagerly bouncing in place.Alastor, however, was spinning his radio dials with the possibilities . “Oh… very good,” he purred. “How insightful of you, Lucifer. Are you certain you wish to put yourself in my hands?”Lucifer shrugged and examined his nails with boredom. “Why not? A few hours is hardly an issue.” What was the worst the demon could do? Put him in some butler’s uniform? Or knowing their ego and penchant for dominating others, he would likely make Lucifer wear a copy of their red and black outfit. There was a tense moment of silence while Alastor considered the offer. Then he stepped closer and held out his hand. “I agree to the terms with one addition. That you fulfill the role of whatever uniform I choose for the set amount of time. Deal?”Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, his thoughts listing as many uniforms as possible to ensure he wouldn’t be surprised with an unappealing job. “So long as it doesn’t involve hurting anyone. Charlie wouldn’t like that.”Alastor nodded good naturedly. “Charlie knows best. Deal?”Lucifer placed his palm inside the demon’s and held their gaze with an intensity that made the others squirm uncomfortably. “Deal.”The nauseous combination of neon green and gold swirled around the two of them, ruffling clothes and hair, and in two instances, feathers, with a magical breeze. When it settled the room was exactly the way it was before, but with an additional layer of expectation. Alastor dropped Lucifer’s hand and spread his arms to include everyone else. “Well then! No time like the present! Charlie dear, allow me to help with the decor, we want this shindig to be a roaring success, don’t we? Haha!”Lucifer watched as his daughter released her pent up excitement, now bouncing with the energy of executing her plans. He flexed his hand, feeling the tingling sensations of the deal settle into the unbroken skin. There had been no visible damage at all.And yet, any time Alastor touched him, it felt like a brand. Granted, it had only happened a few times so far, when their flirtatious sparring had ventured into the realm of physical interest. It was painfully and glacially slow , but Lucifer found that he was enjoying the build up. It was almost like taming a feral cat, waiting for the animal to become comfortable enough to stop hissing, then cautiously sniff a finger, before achieving the reward of allowing themselves to be pet. Lucifer left the care of his daughter’s plans in the hands of the capable radio demon. He had to retreat before his interest in Alastor’s attention became noticeable. It’s not that he and Alastor were trying to be particularly secretive, but… well, it would raise a lot of awkward questions that he didn’t want to deal with at the moment. Charlie’s event was a roaring success, if you count no one dying or being permanently maimed and at least three sinners checking into the hotel to give Redemption a try. Charlie’s happiness made every painful scratch and bruise worth it. It was also worth it to see Alastor striding about the lobby in dazzling white and red, the back of his jacket cinched at the waist with red silk ribbons and tied with a bow. All the uniforms had that feature, but Alastor made it look slutty . Lucifer wasn’t complaining about it, and oddly enough, neither was Alastor. He paraded himself in the Morningstar colors, directing the crowds to the proper areas and seeing to the little mishaps along the way with poise and an effortlessness that made even Lucifer envious. Even the apple and serpent pin on the lapel didn’t phase the fastidious radio demon.Lucifer knew why. All throughout the night he felt Alastor’s eyes on him, a silent and menacing promise of future retribution. He had no idea what was in store for him, but the event lasted a little more than three hours, so that was all he would have to suffer for to uphold his end of the bargain. Whatever it would be. Three days later, he had his answer when Alastor requested his presence in the radio tower. An odd power move, but Lucifer didn’t fuss. His eyes roamed around the creepy decor, wondering how they had managed to grow ferns in the windows, twirling his cane and sitting on the edge of the console controls, crossing his legs primly. “Ready to cash in our deal?” Alastor’s radio was switching between stations before settling on something that sounded French. “Three hours and twenty four minutes,” he said confidently. “That is how long I tolerated your abysmal fashion sense.”“Hey! I worked hard on those!”“And now- you will suffer the same humiliation,” Alastor said, his eyes spinning as he advanced. Lucifer rolled his eyes. “What’s it gonna be, Al? A valet? A pool boy? Surely not a stripper!”Alastor stopped mere feet away. Reaching out, he lifted the white top hat from Lucifer’s head and tossed it over his shoulder like trash. “That is the first thing to go.”“You’re paying for my dry cleaning, asshole.”Ignoring the quip, Alastor snapped his fingers and conjured a dividing panel to provide privacy for changing. “Your uniform is behind the frames, your majesty. I will eagerly await the reveal.”Spinning on his heels, Alastor lowered himself into a nearby armchair, his fingers steepled before the shining red eyes. Lucifer hopped from the console with an unimpressed sniff, swaggering his hips as he disappeared behind the panels. “Ha, think you can intimidate me with a little bit of- oh what ?! Are you fucking serious ??”Alastor’s microphone provided a helpful sound effect of studio laughter and applause. “Is there a problem, your Majesty?”“ You have a serious problem! I can’t fucking believe you-”“Surely you are not trying to get out of our deal?” Alastor purred, the amusement of Lucifer’s discomfort shimmering and glowing in his chest, the satisfaction making his antlers quiver and threaten to lengthen.“As if! I’ll show you that Lucifer Morningstar is a man of his word!” There was a brief pause. “Um… you want me to put on… all of this?”Alastor’s grin sharpened. “Yes, my king. All of it.”“I didn’t peg you as the type, Al, but if this is what you want.”The room was quiet except for the sound of rustling clothes and the occasional mutter that wasn’t meant to be answered. Alastor sat and imagined how the white suit would be pooled around Lucifer’s feet on the floor, the divine skin exposed to the elements in between doffing and donning the garments. The slide of black and white on hips and shoulders, and the strategic placement of adornments. He had placed the divider in a corner of the room where no reflective surfaces could break the king’s privacy, adding an extra bit of seasoning to the anticipated dish. Finally the king stepped out from behind the divider, his scowl fierce over his blushing cheeks deepening in color from rose pink to apple red as he held himself still for Alastor’s scrutiny. “Your majesty!” Alastor breathed with exaggerated adoration, uncurling from his chair to circle about Lucifer. “You look stunning.”Lucifer was adorned in the uniform of a French maid, the black dress overlaid with a white apron that criss crossed over the heart shaped neckline and tied in the back with a large bow, the tails of which brushed against the back of Lucifer’s exposed thighs. Alastor’s mouth watered at the sight of the thigh garter just barely covered by the ruffled skirts, the outfit complete with a black heels with crimson soles, a dust cover on top of the blond head, and the only other splash of red in the form of a collar around the slender neck. Lucifer glared over his shoulder at him, then crossed his arms to reveal that his cane had been swapped for a feather duster. “We are not amused,” Lucifer sniffed as regally as his dignity would allow. “I can’t believe you picked something as juvenile as this.”“Now now, don’t be so glum!” Alastor snickered, leaning precariously close to Lucifer’s ear to better observe the wrinkles between the brows. “This is the bed you made, now you must lie in it.”Lucifer blinked in an uncoordinated manner. Was Alastor propositioning him? “Wait… just what do you want me to do in this getup-”Alastor straightened with a laugh and crossed over to the door, opening it wide for Lucifer to precede him. “You are a maid, are you not? There are messes to clean in the lobby! Must keep the hotel sparkling clean for the wayward sinners to seek redemption from your kingdom! Chop chop!”Resigned to his fate, Lucifer hoisted the feather duster to his shoulder and followed after, his heels clicking along the wood of the tower until they were muffled by the carpet in the hallway. As he passed by Alastor in the doorway, he noticed the flicker of the red ears, the slight hitch of the sinner’s breath, and the prolonged gaze as he passed beneath their nose. A lightbulb went off in Lucifer’s head. If this was the game that Alastor wanted to play, then Lucifer could make it entertaining. A single thought and whisper of his will made Lucifer’s lower half change, his hips widening ever so slightly to accommodate the female genitals that he now had hidden beneath the ruffles. He batted at Alastor with the feather duster, grinning coyly as he sashayed to the elevator. “Look at you, being such a gentleman! Alright, master , I’ll get to work straight away!”He heard the radio scratch from behind and suppressed a snicker. Yes, this would be very fun. The lobby was thankfully empty when they first arrived, giving Lucifer time to settle into his role and scope out the area. Alastor settled himself on the couch in full view of the room, relaxing in an infuriating manner against the pillows. “Oh, maid!” Alastor sang, ringing a tiny silver bell. “I do believe I am thirsty. Fetch me a glass of whisky, won’t you?”Knowing that Alastor was trying to humiliate him was one thing, actually doing the menial task of fetching the sinner a drink was another. The joke was on Alastor. Lucifer has very little shame. He had pride in abundance, but that could appear in many different forms. For instance, he could take pride in how well he could turn the tables. “Right away, master!” Alastor blinked in surprise, caught off guard by the tone that didn’t sound at all humbled, watching as Lucifer sauntered behind the bar and took down the appropriate bottle. He sent his shadow over to supervise to make sure that the devil didn’t slip anything into his drink. The shadow form, ever the trickster, attempted to peek underneath the king’s skirts, forcing a highly embarrassed Alastor to force it back to his side before Lucifer could notice. With a sugary sweet smile that did not match the irritated eye twitching, Lucifer carried a tray back to the couch and offered the glass of liquor to Alastor. “Anything else I can fetch for you, master?”Lifting an eyebrow, Alastor sampled the whiskey, humming with satisfaction. “That will do for now. Go about your cleaning, my dear.”It was only when Lucifer turned away that Alastor choked on his drink at the sight of a fluffy tail peaking out beneath the elaborate bow. It was cream colored with a white underside, and when he checked the blonde hair he saw a matching pair of fluffy ears. That… brat - had conjured deer features to mock him!The ruckus and tinkling of the bell brought the other residents out to find the source. Angel yawned and peeked over the balcony, but was wide awake in an instant as he recognized Lucifer downstairs. His jaw dropped. “ Oh ?! Oh ho!! Alastor you’re one crazy sonovabitch!”Lucifer had no idea how to actually clean, so he flickered from surface to surface with his feather duster, brushing dust from objects in an erratic pattern. Wait a minute…“Dust? We just built this place, how is it dusty al-”He caught Alastor’s sharp grin from the side and didn’t bother answering that question. Rolling his eyes, he went back to ‘dusting’, pausing only when Angel arrived by his side. “Yer Maj!” Angel said cheerfully, his eyes alight with mischief. “I gotta say, I dig the uniform! It's very frilly!” Lucifer paused to greet the enthusiastic sinner with his own bright smile. “Why thank you, Angel! My master has good taste, doesn't he?” Lucifer spun in a pirouette, the red color on the bottom of his heels flashing. Angel laughed so hard that he choked, then said he had to get in on this action and disappeared back into his room. Lucifer was dusting the back of Alastor’s couch when the spider reappeared, now wearing his own slutty maid outfit and heels and carrying his own duster. Alastor’s grip on the glass tightened as he watched the two dance around each other and laugh while they tickled their noses and the ears on top of Lucifer’s head. Damn them! It wasn’t supposed to be fun ! The punishment was meant to humiliate the insufferable man! Then Nifty popped up from the void and realized they were all cleaning, her squeals of glee echoing around the room as she passed out rags and cleaning fluid. Alastor knew his entertainment was over when Angel started instructing Lucifer in the art of lewd performances.
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“Ya gotta spread yer feet, lock yer knees, and bend at the waist! Like this!” “Like this?” Lucifer copied Angel’s pose, the skirt of his uniform lifting and exposing the back of his creamy thighs. The radio demon swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “Great! Now, take the rag and really polish that wood. Gotta let it shine! Twist yer wrist like this. Very good, yer Maj!”Lucifer gave Angel a broad wink. “I have experience with polishing wood.”“We love a versatile king!” Angel cooed, earning more laughter. Alastor tugged at his collar, debating if he ought to remove the suffocating tie and open the top of his shirt for ventilation. Then he caught a smug glance from Lucifer and removed his hand from his throat, glaring to cover the mistake. This was Lucifer’s embarrassment, not his own! Once the wood had been ‘polished’, then Angel taught Lucifer how to scrub the floors on his hands and knees, and that’s when the dawning realization that he had failed started to drip down Alastor’s back with sweat. It was the damn ears and tail! Taunting him! Like a doe in heat, Lucifer was bent over with a scrubbing brush, laughing and giggling with Angel while the fluffy blond appendages twitched and wiggled, practically begging to be grabbed and pulled, the back arched and round globes of the ass exposed, just like…Just like the wretch was doing now, his hips tilted in just the right away, for exactly an extra inch that flashed a peak of the blood red lace that lay underneath the black and white ruffles like a sinful present. An apple in a garden, waiting to be eaten. The lace had been meant to further Lucifer’s humiliation, but it became Alastor’s downfall. Red tipped claws dug into the arm of the couch, ripping into fabric and disemboweling the stuffing. Anyone could walk behind Lucifer and see the forbidden lace, and he could not have that!It became imperative that he get Lucifer away from the lobby, out of the public eye, shut away in his radio tower and shackled to the console so no one else could touch the divine being, or gaze on the holy flesh. Letting Lucifer promenade outside had been a mistake. He should have dragged the foolish devil back into the bayou by the fluffy doe tail. He would correct this mistake. “Lucifer.”Perhaps the call had not been loud enough, as Lucifer ignored it, making jokes with Angel and Nifty and seemingly having a grand time. “ Lucifer !” He snapped, sharper than he intended. He smoothed his smile back into control as the king abandoned his brush and skipped to the side of the couch, beaming like a trickster. “Yes, Master? Anything I can fetch for you?”Alastor was on the verge of answering when Angel slithered to the other side of him, also acting silly and juvenile and ridiculous at Alastor’s expense. “Want a lap dance while he gets yer drink, Rudolph?”“This does not concern you,” Alastor’s eyes flashed with spinning radio dials for a second. Ignoring the sinner, he turned back to Lucifer with a sickly sweet and completely false smile. “I have just remembered there is a large mess upstairs in my rooms. Your work down here is finished, so go and get started, hmm?”Angel laughed so hard he fell off the couch. “That was not subtle!” Lucifer’s tail wagged furiously, a gleam of mischief in his golden eyes. “A mess, you say? Sounds serious.”Nifty bounced around with excitement. “Messes! Messes! Gimme more messes!”“You will remain down here, Nifty,” Alastor quickly pressed. The demoness wailed until Angel distracted her with more scrubbing of the floors. Lucifer snapped his fingers and returned his feather duster to his hand, twirling towards the stairs, passing Charlie on the way up. “Heya, Sweetie!”“Hey, Dad! How are you- wait- Dad ?! What are you- what is that -?”“Can’t talk, baby girl! I’ve got some rooms to clean! I’m on the clock for another couple of hours! See you later, ta ta!”Charlie stood frozen and stunned before viciously gripping the bannister to scream down below. “ Alastor! What have you done to my dad !?!”She was screaming to the empty air. The radio demon had already slipped away into the shadows. He rematerialized in his own rooms just as the door opened and the king of hell himself danced inside on stiletto heels, his fluffy ears flickering about with curiosity. The demon remained still, enshrouded in the dark, watching as Lucifer perused his bog sanctuary. Lucifer had never actually been in Alastor’s rooms before, but could instantly tell who the owner was. He clicked to a stop when he saw the indoor bayou and groaned. “Seriously? Is this the ‘mess’? What am I supposed to do, clean up a swamp with a bucket and mop? Ugh, he is unbelievable!”The feather duster transformed into a long handled mop, but before he could step to the edge of the bayou the pole was caught and arrested by Alastor’s tight grip. “An incorrect assumption, my dear Lucifer.”“Al! There you are! Oh, woops, I mean Master .”A sharp tug on the mop broke Lucifer’s grip and Alastor sent it flying to the other end of the room. “Cheeky, aren’t we? I underestimated your lack of shame, acting like a tramp in the lobby for all to see.”“I’m not the one who is equating shame with femininity,” Lucifer retaliated, swishing his hips to make the skirts rustle. “Better luck next time, chum.”“I am sure to ponder on your wisdom later. For now, I am… too distracted.”The demon circled around to Lucifer’s backside, the radio flickering between stations with ragged static that told Lucifer just how fragile their control was at the moment. A thrilling shiver crept up his spine, making him want to preen at the attention. While he and Alastor had not yet explicitly talked about becoming intimate, the threat and anticipation had been building up to this point until neither party were under any illusions of the inevitable. Their shared desire bounced between their bodies like an echo in a cave. “This was not a part of my uniform. And yet you made it just for me.”Lucifer felt the disturbance of the air around his tail, the hand hovering so close but not touching, causing his lungs to stop working momentarily. “May I… touch it?”Lucifer, who had been prepared for greedy hands on his body, was oddly touched by the request for permission. This would be the real test if things could work between them. “I would like that,” he spoke into the stillness. “I want my efforts to be appreciated after all.”He couldn’t see Alastor’s face, but he heard the slight catch in breath. “Your efforts?”The first touch of the hand on the sensitive appendage sent electric shocks up Lucifer’s nerves and straight to the pleasure center of his brain. An unconscious gasp escaped him, the fluffy tail lifting straight up to show off the white underside. “Ah- that is- my end of the bargain!” He stuttered, uncertain if he was being cohesive or not. “I’m wearing your uniform without complaint, aren’t I? And I’m performing my duties as a maid. Speaking of which, where is the mess you wanted me to clean?”Lucifer smirked, knowing it had only been a pretext. The hand on his tail gave a sharp tug. “I haven’t made a mess of you yet.”Lucifer’s knees weakened as heat surged between his thighs. “Oh fuck , Al! Are we finally doing this? Where do you want me? On my knees? God, I will happily suck your cock right now…”The chuckle at his back almost sent him to the floor. “All in good time. First I must examine my ripe apple. What were Angel’s instructions, again?” A convenient side table nearby provided the perfect support for Lucifer to rest his hands on. “Spread your legs…” he kicked Lucifer’s feet into a wide stance. “Lock your knees…” A palm pressed into the space between Lucifer’s shoulder blades. “-and bend over.”Lucifer’s face was hotter than Hellfire, his breathing already twice as fast as before. “S-so you were paying attention.” “Of course.” The red tipped digits slid beneath the ruffles skirts and lifted them, exposing the red beneath. Alastor’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed over a smooth mound that was making the thin material wet, his shock melting into pure lust. “Oh… Lucifer .”The Devil blushed, struggling not to squirm under the touch of his sex. “A-are you disappointed? I can always change back! I thought… with the skirts and everything… but if you would rather I had a cock-”Lucifer’s words choked off with a groan as those elegant and relentless fingers kept stroking the panties, slipping them to the side so the wet folds could be explored. “I want everything you have to offer,” Alastor’s purr bordered on a growl, his middle finger slipping into the slick passage. Lucifer was so wet there was no resistance at all. “What a tempting sight, and all for me. I wasted precious time showing you off downstairs.”Lucifer tried pressing backwards just a little, craving more of the sensation. “Shit… I haven’t had this in… such a long time.”“Exactly how many individuals have had the honor of admiring this side of you, my Liege?”“Hmm… you’re the second.”There was a crack in Alastor’s control. He surged forward to slam his free hand onto the table next to Lucifer’s, his tall frame bent over the smaller one. At the same time he sank the two longest fingers into the hot cunt, earning a lengthy whine from the king. “Is that so?” Alastor’s mouth began dripping saliva at the corners. “Then I am blessed, indeed! I intend to leave my mark.”His fingers began moving inside, burying all the way to the knuckles while Lucifer mewled and rocked his hips back against the hand. “F-faster… c’mon, Al, I need more…”“More, you say?” The damned fingers curled inside, rubbing against the inner walls, making the king crumble. “”I can do that. I will enjoy breaking you down bit by bit, my king.”“F-fuck, well your king demands you go faster!”“You offered to get on your knees for me,” the demon purred, the sound scratchy with radio static. “I would like you on the bed, in that position, waiting patiently.”The fingers withdrew. Alastor stepped back to give Lucifer room while he started to undress, removing the tie and jacket first. Lucifer smoothed his skirts and crossed to the bed at the edge of the bayou, kicking the black heels off and scrambling to the middle of the mattress while watching covertly over his shoulder. When Alastor approached the bed with only his pants remaining, Lucifer bent his chest down and showed off the bright red lace beneath the skirts once more. His ears lowered at feeling so exposed, but his tail was straight in the air. He gasped when he felt Alastor grip it once again. “What a stunning sight. And it’s all for me.”Lucifer shivered with the renewed touch on the backs of his thighs, the demon’s hands lifting the skirts and bunching them around his waist. “Are you really going to fuck me while I’m in a maid outfit?”“Of course not, mon cher. But I will fuck you while you wear my colors. That will fulfill your end of the deal.”Lucifer had forgotten about the deal. To be fair, it was difficult to remember anything when Alastor’s claws were scratching feather light paths up the inner thighs, his thumbs running over the edges of the lace over the soaking cunt. “Are you just gonna tease me all night?” Lucifer demanded, wishing his voice wasn’t so shaky already. It had been far too long since he had gotten laid if just a little teasing would work him up like this. “Eager? Would you truly like to be stuffed full of my cock?” Alastor pulled on the white ribbon of the apron, then unzipped the back of the black dress while his opposite hand kept playing with the edges of the panties, slipping his fingers between the material and the soaking wet folds then retreating again. “Fu- Alastor !” A deep chuckle accompanied the removal of the black and white dress, then the full weight of Alastor’s palm stroked down Lucifer’s spine, ending with a little tug at the cream colored tail before slipping underneath and back to the red lace. Lucifer sank into a state of calm, allowing his shoulders and chest to sink into the mattress and really put his ass on display. If Alastor wanted to play with him for a little bit to ease into the dynamic change, then he could certainly let him. Besides, it felt so fucking good to be paid attention to, that Lucifer wanted to soak it up like a sponge. “You are simply divine,” Alastor hummed, turning them over with gentle hands and pressing them down to the mattress. Lucifer tilted his head back and groaned softly as the sinner’s sharp teeth teased at his neck, delicately pulling on the skin as if contemplating taking a bite. “Please… I haven’t been divine in so long… I’ve practically forgotten what it felt like.”“Shall I remind you?” Alastor asked, keeping his mouth on Lucifer’s skin while he pushed his pants down and wriggled out of them. Finally they were bare skin on skin, the heat between them instantly rising. Alastor rolled his hips where his hard erection rubbed against the rougher lace. They groaned in tandem, their open mouths reaching for each other, but not quite touching. “Is your dick game really that good?” Lucifer couldn’t help but tease. “I shall let you be the judge of that.”A dark shadow tendril hooked the panties to the side, and Alastor’s mouth finally covered Lucifer’s in a deep and greedy kiss while his cock pressed in, slowly filling the aching cunt that clenched around him in want. Lucifer’s moan was long and muffled, his arms gripping tightly to Alastor as he was stretched to accommodate them. They didn’t speak for some time, caught up in the connection of their bodies and the intense pleasure they were both receiving. It was the culmination of all their flirting and late night discussions over drinks at Husk’s bar. The barriers between them breaking down and turning into mutual respect, then mutual attraction, their public animosity a way to tease each other until they could be alone and share a good laugh. “Fuck!” Lucifer gasped, dropping his head back to catch his breath. “I’ve forgotten how… amazing it feels…” From the way Alastor was shaking on top of him, and the harsh grip on his hips, the sinner was just as overwhelmed. Lucifer brushed the red and black hair away from the diabolical face and tenderly kissed the gasping mouth. “You look wrecked, sweetheart. It looks good on you.”Recovering some of his cognitive functions, Alastor shoved his hips forward, eliciting another groan from Lucifer. “The red is my favorite uniform for you, darling. I will dress you in my colors more often.”Lucifer wanted to make some witty remark, but he was distracted by the way Alastor’s cock fit inside him so perfectly, his lungs making embarrassing whimpers with every thrust. His scratches along Alastor’s back just spurred the demon on, adding urgency and depth to each stroke. For a while the only sounds in the dim natural setting of the bayou was the soft ‘ah-ah’ each time Alastor drove deep inside and the feral grunts in response. “Why did we wait so long?” Lucifer complained, rolling his hips up to meet the thrusts. His ears were relaxed on the side of his head, but they snapped to the front when Alastor’s teeth marked a perfect circle on the alabaster chest. “Fuck, Al… you feel amazing inside me.”Something tickled in the back of Lucifer’s mind. A whisper, a reminder, of something important that he was missing. The thought was quickly erased by the way Alastor changed their positions to slide inside Lucifer’s cunt from behind, pressing his chest to their back. “If you enjoy it so much, I will be sure to fill you more often. Keep my scent on your skin… my seed in your womb…”Alastor's hips slammed forward more urgently as he entertained those thoughts, his teeth nipping at the delicate skin, promises in the form of bite marks. Lucifer groaned, his addled mind struggling to grasp hold of a very important idea. Womb… that was it! “Wa-wait… Al! Did you- ah- bring protection? We can't-” The demon's antlers had sprouted additional prongs, every sensation wrapped up in the smell, taste, and feel of the one beneath him making his base instincts take over. There was barely any control left in the spinning dials. He misunderstood the request, thinking the ‘protection’ mentioned was related to their shared desires, responding with sweet kisses to reassure them. “Worry not, mon cher. I'll take good care of you.” “That's not- aah! Fuck!”It was useless to speak when Alastor’s cock was driving into his cunt at a breathless pace, slamming in deep and rolling Lucifer to his stomach, pulling on his hips to just the right angle that sent them both into the pleasurable atmosphere. Lucifer’s concerns and thoughts were scrambled by the intense shock waves traveling up his spine, making him arch and cry out louder, lines of drool slipping out of the corner of his mouth. What the hell, in for a dime, in for a dollar. “ Shit ! Alastor, fuck! K-keep fucking me like that- it feels- I’m almost there- you’re gonna make me-!”Before he could even finish his sentence Lucifer was clenching around the thick member, his voice a prolonged wail that lasted forever, his nails dragging at the sheets beneath him until the weight of Alastor’s hands on top of his kept him grounded as the pleasure crashed over him, causing his mind to go blank for several glorious seconds. When Lucifer’s muscles released him from their grip, and the heat of his orgasm was reduced to a quiet simmer, he realized that Alastor had paused, the pleased purring in his ears and sweet kisses on his shoulders an indication of the demon’s state. But with one exception, and that was the still rock hard dick inside him. “Al? Did you-”“May I… keep going?” Alastor asked, his voice strained from holding himself back. “Will that be too much?”Lucifer moaned, wiggling his ass back to push against the demon’s pelvis. “Please. I wanna feel you…” He couldn’t remember why he had tried to stop them before. A small whimper was all Alastor could answer with as his hips started rocking once more, slower and more purposeful, trying not to overstimulate his lover, but so so so desperate to finish. “You’re taking me… so well…” Alastor muttered, laying gentle bites that did not break skin along Lucifer’s spine. The soft body beneath him was so pliant, the heat and squeeze around his cock driving all inhibitions from his bones, taken over by ancient instincts. “Want to… bite…”“Do it!” Lucifer groaned, bending his chest to lay it flat, relaxed and soaking in the sensations. Why did it feel so amazing to have strong hands on his hips and sharp teeth on his neck? “Ah… make it… visible… I wanna feel you for days.”Sharp pain burst in the muscle of Lucifer’s shoulder, making him involuntarily clench and push back as a second, smaller peak took over. Alastor held on with his teeth, the sweet taste of the angelic blood flooding his senses. It was so euphoric he nearly missed the way his cock pulsed, releasing his seed deep into the eager womb. Never in his life or afterlife had Alastor felt such satisfaction, except perhaps when he was tearing souls apart. His member pulsed inside the warm body, now coated with thick, white cream, and his tongue held the taste of eternity that no other sinner could boast of partaking. They lay together with Alastor’s weight keeping Lucifer pinned, and only when he started to wiggle and protest that he needed to breathe did Alastor lay on his side, pulling Lucifer possessively against his chest. Since Lucifer was no longer being crushed, he didn’t mind, soaking in the warmth and the heavy breathing from the demon. The radio clicked on, and the earthly sounds of piano and violin were calming after the vigorous activity. “ That was totally worth putting on the uniform,” Lucifer hummed. He twisted until he was face to face with Alastor, pushing back the red tendrils of hair to examine the sinner’s face. “Was this your intention all along?”“I confess…” Alastor replied, his eyes blinking slowly open to stare back at his king. “I only wanted to humiliate you and make Charlie rethink ever including me in such ridiculous schemes again. But I may have… miscalculated how charming you would look.”“Careful now,” Lucifer teased. “One might start to think you like me.”“Hmm. I had intended to court you a little longer, then suggest we become physical at a convenient time.”“Really? You had it all planned out?” Lucifer felt warm all over, and it had nothing to do with the fluid leaking from his well spent hole. “Well my answer is yes. Obviously. We should be physical more often.”“Not too often,” Alastor corrected mildly. “I prefer our quiet evenings and conversations over coffee or scotch.”Lucifer shuffled closer until his head was comfortably tucked beneath Alastor’s chin. “I like that, too. Just the two of us enjoying each other’s company. At least Charlie will be happy we are getting along.”“I am afraid that cat is thoroughly out of the bag now.”“Eh, it was going to happen eventually. At least we don’t have to be secretive.”Alastor’s hand wandered down to the milky white ass cheek that was still framed by the red lace. “No. We certainly do not. Would you mind terribly if I sampled what I have ruined?”“Ruined? What are you-”Alastor answered the question by rolling Lucifer to his back and scooting down until his head was between their thighs, his nose buried in the mound while his tongue lapped at the soaked material. Lucifer gasped at the hot sensations, his hands grasping the antlers in surprise. “ Fuck ! A-Al!”“Mmmm, just as I thought. Delicious.”Lucifer’s eyes rolled back, his hips moving up and into Alastor’s mouth that was lazily sucking on the soaked folds, lapping at the fluid that spilled out. It felt incredible, but not overwhelming, pushing his mind back into a state of floating pleasure that drifted on a calm sea. When Alastor crawled back up to kiss him, Lucifer was pliant and weak as jello, moaning Alastor’s name in short exhales. “I think I like this side of you, my king. Completely surrendered to me .”That shook a laugh from Lucifer. “Careful… you’re next.”“Not for a while, I think,” Alastor purred, his fingers returning to exploring Lucifer’s slender curves. “Won’t you stay like this a little longer?”Lucifer grinned. “We still have a few hours, don’t we?”That little nagging feeling was back, but it was smothered by the kisses, the bites, and the groans as Alastor filled him once again, keeping them locked together to explore the depths of their passion. It wasn’t until several weeks had passed and Lucifer realized that he really should have paid attention to the little voice in his head, and what it had been trying to warn him about. A few mornings waking up with the urge to vomit and a distinct aversion to food had been his first clue, but he ignored those signs and reasoned it was something that he had eaten that was off. Probably whatever Charlie had cooked up, since she did not have the best skills in the kitchen. When he slept an entire day because he was so goddamn tired he knew something was different. It felt familiar, but he wasn’t sure why. He thought back to the last time he had been so exhausted for no reason, and his memory landed on when he had discovered he was pregnant with Charlie after an experimental week with Lilith when they had…The entire hotel heard the king’s screech of alarm. Charlie reached him first, finding her father on the floor next to his bed and a white stick in his hand. When he saw his daughter he burst into tears, collapsing into her arms and wailing that he loved her and she would always be his first born. “Dad, what are you- is everything alright?”Angel spotted the white stick and picked it up, giving a hoot of amusement. “Say, who knocked up the king of Hell?”“Who did what ?!” Charlie shrieked. Lucifer snatched the stick from Angel. “Who do you think it was?” He snapped, his eyes flashing red and making Angel back up. “I didn’t mean to, Charlie! I knew I was forgetting something important! But I promise, everything will be alright! I just have to tell-”“I’m going to pulverize him ,” Charlie swore, her hair flaring in a bright halo around her as her horns emerged from her head. She calmed down only when her father insisted that everything had been consensual, that it was unplanned but certainly not unwanted. Just like she had been. “Can I be there when you tell Creepy Face?” Angel asked, holding up his cell phone. “I wanna capture the moment!”The moment came when Alastor returned to the hotel after his outing. He never explained where he went but it seemed he was in a good mood if his whistling and radio tuned into the jazz station could be any indication. He had a brown paper bag tucked under his arm and he went straight to the kitchen to start preparations for his meal with Lucifer that evening. He was in the middle of seasoning the steak when he heard the king slip into the kitchen, his shadow confirming it was Lucifer, and he was alone. “Ah, there you are!” Alastor called out cheerfully. “How do you like your steak, my liege? Raw, or only slightly less raw? Ha ha!” Lucifer approached and looked over the various vegetables and herbs on the counter, just waiting to be sauted. “Everything looks… amazing, Al. But uh… I think I’m going to need my steak well done for a while.”Alastor wrinkled his nose in disgust. “Are you trying to make me gag, Lucifer? Whatever do you want charred meat for?”“Ah, well… you know, the- the human doctors say to- to watch what you eat when you’re… pregnant.”Alastor’s closest ear twitched. “What was that last word, dear? You were mumbling at the end.”A very flustered Lucifer chickened out.“N-nothing! It’s nothing- not anything at all, um- ya know, I think I’ll just have vegetables tonight, I’m kind of watching my figure! I’ll let you cook without interruption! See you later- hey!”A shadow tendril wrapped around Lucifer’s waist and held him firmly, even lifting him off the floor to bring him closer to Alastor’s side. “Watching your figure?” Alastor demanded, the knife he had been using to chop vegetables crossed over his chest. “You are a hundred pounds soaking wet, Lucifer. And just what do you need a human doctor for? Tell me now before I change the menu from steak to roast duck!”Lucifer struggled. “I’m trying to tell you, idiot! Put me down! Right now!” Alastor slowly conceded, his eyes narrowed the entire time until the shadow arm was removed and Lucifer straightened his waistcoat.“That's better. And don't you ever threaten my ducks again!”“Lucifer.”“Yes, ok!” Lucifer inhaled a deep breath, held it to the count of five, then released. “Alright. Now, this is kind of a surprise, and believe me, I didn't plan this, but I found out this morning that I'm- that Is… We will be…” The kitchen door abruptly opened and Charlie's head stuck itself in. “Hey, Dad! Did you tell him yet?” Four more curious heads popped up underneath Charlie's, as everyone wanted to listen in. Lucifer gripped his hair in frustration. “No! Sweety! Actually, I was just about to!”Charlie gave an awkward and embarrassed laugh. “Oohkay, sorry! Sorry… I'll just… be right out here!” “You've got this, Big D!” Angel said in a loud whisper before the door closed. “I am increasingly nervous,” Alastor remarked, his eyebrow raised. “Why is it that I seem to be the last to know about this very important announcement?” Lucifer grimaced. “It wasn't on purpose. You were just out and Charlie and the others heard me scream and-”“You screamed? Are you hurt?” “Uh, no…”“Frightened?”“Sort of?” Alastor frowned. Whatever could frighten the king of Hell would make it to the top of his Threat List. “Is the hotel in danger?” “That… entirely depends on your viewpoint, I guess.”“For heaven's sake, Lucifer! Out with it!” Alastor snapped, his dials spinning with irritation. “If you just give me a fucking second! I'm trying to tell you that I'm pregnant!” The radio screeched to an unused station, filling the air with static that rose in pitch and volume until it abruptly cut off. There was absolute silence in the kitchen. Then a hesitant question. “You're… what now?” Lucifer's feet shuffled nervously. “Um… so… a few weeks ago when we… for the first time? And I had changed my body to- yeah. I- I took a test this morning and… you're gonna be a father. Surprise!” Lucifer waited for a response, a reaction, anything , but there was nothing but a blank stare on Alastor’s face. “Al? Alastor? Hello?” The demon appeared frozen, his eyes as wide as they could go. When Lucifer waved his hand in front of his face there was no movement or recognition. Lucifer started poking their cheek until Alastor came alive again with a full body shudder. “Are- you certain? You changed your body back to male already, how do you still have-” “This actually happened once before,” Lucifer explained. “Uh… Charlie was… also unexpected. And I carried her, not Lilith. Lilith never could conceive and we didn't even think that I could-”Lucifer's voice faltered when the shy touch of red tipped claws settled on his abdomen, just below the hem of his waistcoat. “There is… a child? Our child?” Lucifer held his breath before nodding, seeking to identify the expression on Alastor’s diminished grin. It was smaller, not quite as sharp. Almost soft, and full of wonder. “Yeah,” Lucifer stepped in closer, covering Alastor's hand with his own. “Ours. If you… want it to be.” “I will not be an absent father!” Alastor said with firm conviction, now completely awake and alive. There was a fierce light in his eye, a gleam of something powerful taking hold. “I will teach them everything they need to know! They will be an asset to the royal family and-”“Whoah, wait! Slow down! Let's not plan their entire future just yet! Can't we just… I dunno, be excited for a couple of minutes?” Alastor blinked, meeting Lucifer's gaze. “I am excited. Can’t you tell? Does Charlie already know?” “Yeah! And she's ready to be a big sister! Or at least, she says she is. I think she's trying to be happy for my sake, but I plan on spending more time with her to-” Lucifer's feet were lifted from the floor by a pair of strong arms around his waist, his surprised yelp covered by an eager kiss that caused him to quickly melt into the embrace of his lover. It appeared that Alastor was not upset by the news at all, at least judging by the way he was clutching Lucifer tightly, and kissing him like they were the only two beings in the universe.“So you’re not upset?” Lucifer asked when the kiss broke. His face was flushed a pleasant shade of gold. “It is certainly unexpected news, but not… unpleasant,” Alastor hummed, his smile stretching to cover his full face once more. He very carefully placed Lucifer back on the floor. “I shall spoil you relentlessly. When you become round and full with my child then everyone will know you’re mine.”“Possessive already?” Lucifer smirked, not sounding put off at all. It reminded him of their first deal, when the maid uniform had overcome Alastor’s control. “Will you eat the fingers of anyone who touches my belly without permission?”“I’ll tear their limbs apart,” Alastor promised with another kiss. “And grind their bones to make my bread.” The kitchen door opened again behind them, but they didn’t notice, caught up in the euphoria of each other while the other residents watched, some of them with emotions shining in their eyes, like Charlie. “Things are gonna get really fucking’ weird around here,” Angel remarked from above Charlie’s head. “A tiny terrifying radio brat is gonna be worse.” “This is all so exciting!” Charlie breathed. “That's not the word that I would use,” Husk said before taking a deep drink. “I ain't babysitting, so get that shit straight right now.” “I WILL!” Niffty waved her hand. everyone else shouted a very firm denial. “You gonna make that steak, boss?” Husk called to the euphoric couple. Broken out of his angel centered trance, Alastor glanced around at his preparations. “Heavens, no! Steak is not recommended for expecting mothers!” Lucifer had a small sinking feeling. “Oh yeah? Uh… what is appropriate then?” “Milk and honey!” Alastor said with a gusto. “Fresh fruit as well! Light foods that will not upset the stomach!” He swept off to the fridge to search for what he wanted while Lucifer sank into a chair, dejected. “But I wanted steak…” Charlie and Vaggie both came over to pat his shoulders while trying to hold back smiles. “We can help modernize Alastor's ideas of diet, Dad. There's a lot that's been discovered in the last century.”“You're also an angel,” Vaggie put in. “So I don't think human diets will be all that necessary.” Lucifer perked up. “That's true! Alastor! I want the steak!”Alastor didn't even look up from the fridge. “Don't be ridiculous! My child will need the correct nutrients to grow!”“ I’m the one eating, not the baby! And I say that steak is for dinner!” The two dissolved into bickering that could have been more fitting for a seasoned couple well into their years. It also felt much like the first few weeks they had been in proximity until they had begun to soften towards each other. The others decided to let them be, though Charlie characteristically attempted to make them compromise. It turned out that was unnecessary, for as soon as Lucifer's eyes started to fill with hormonal tears Alastor folded like a paper fan, promising to fix whatever he wanted to eat. That's exactly where they ended up, with Lucifer settled on Alastor's lap, being hand fed well seasoned, albeit well done, steak, his tail flickering like a contented cat. Yes, things were about to be very interesting around the Hazbin Hotel.