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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con
Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar/Vox
Characters: Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Vox (Hazbin Hotel)
Additional Tags: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Cannibalism, Hunters & Hunting, Rape/Non-con Elements, Date Rape Drug/Roofies, Alternate Universe - Human, Hurt Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Hurt No Comfort, Whump, Top Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Loves Alastor, Alastor Loves Lucifer Magne | Morningstar, Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Lucifer Magne | Morningstar is in Hell for a Reason, Vox is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Canon-Typical Violence, Murder Husbands, References to The Most Dangerous Game, Blood Drinking, Blood and Violence, Mild Gore
Summary:
Lucifer and Alastor go hunting for dinner together.
The Destruction of Alastor. 7 [Appleradio, Radioapple]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
After restocking all the groceries, Alastor got to washing some dishes. It was a good enough distraction to have to not think at all. Besides, the dishes had been sitting there since lunch. The last time he had seen Lucifer.
By the time that he finished, the vampire was still not back.
The clock on the wall told him that it wasn't that long, that the night was still young. Just in case, however, he had to keep an eye on his phone, while actively resisting the impulse to call the number he already knew. It was all Lucifer's fault; he had been very clear about what he expected to do in the cabin, about his plans for the final day. Only to then realize that the vampire had just forgotten one of the key ingredients.
Naturally, the only solution was to have Lucifer go get summoning powder, create the circle of transportation and ask Ozzie for a small dosage of the aphrodisiac. Lucifer had already bought a bottle, ever since the plans were made, the same one that remained back at the vampire's house. This new one would come out from Lucifer's pocket for once, so there was that.
The aphrodisiac in question was one Alastor had heard of for the first time in Ozzie’s club. It was offered openly on the menu to take into the private rooms. After his failed attempt to meet another Dom there, he had conducted his own research into the substance out of mere curiosity. It wasn't terribly strong in the category of concoctions that could alter people's perceptions, but it was still highly regulated. One needed a license in order to create and sell it to adults legally. Unlike Lucifer, whose potion making was rudimentary at best, Ozzie had one that he renovated on the regular. That was another reason why Alastor had requested it from him specifically for that night.
‘It's okay’, Lucifer had said. ‘Listen, it was hard to keep up with so much, but I can fix it. Just give me some summoning powder and I can have it sent here.’
Problem was, Alastor didn’t have summoning powder. That usually wasn't included on his list of essentials to take with him. If he truly needed an item, there was a convenience store not that far away that he didn't mind driving to that, more often than not, was enough. That one that he was sure was not going to sell the ingredient he had asked Lucifer for, but could stock that damn powder.
It was also from Ozzie that Lucifer had gotten the magic weapons they had already used. Seeing as those experiences were far better than what had been described to him, Alastor could only imagine how different it could be with this one addition. Or rather, for now, he had to avoid imagining it while he waited for Lucifer to come back.
Instead, Alastor sat on the couch of his living room and put a show on the widescreen TV in front of him. What show? No clue whatsoever. Something about cakes, maybe? There was a kitchen at least. Otherwise, he could barely concentrate on maybe 30% of the dialogue before his mind was drifting again.
Was Lucifer already in the convenience store?
Was he in some open area to make the transportation circle?
Was Asmodeus available to send a new bottle or would Lucifer have to wait?
Was the traffic too heavy?
Why the hell was he taking so long?
He gave it the duration of one episode to another before deciding this wasn't an effective distraction. His eyes kept reading over the effects described on his phone, until he could glaze them over while still knowing every word.
Main Effects: arousal, heightened physical sensitivity, susceptible to suggestion, visual, tactile and auditory hallucinations.
Product Advice: To ensure the best experience, especially for a first time user, avoid spicy food or fish before using. Neither ingredient was in the fridge or any of his dinner plans. Have a bottle of water prepared to take immediately after, waiting next to the bed. A bottle of water was going to wait next to the bed. Do not make any important decisions while under the influence. Why would he? Do not try to manage any delicate mechanisms or heavy machinery. Irrelevant for him. Do not take alongside with any other potion or medicine to avoid dangerous interactions.
Luckily for him, the potion to change his own body was an exception without interaction, according to Asmodeus himself. Depending on the quantity used, it was recommended to have one partner sober to ensure safety.
Lucifer knew all of that as well. He had only accepted this request as long as Alastor didn’t expect him to take any for himself. Lucifer refused to be under any influence while in play; that was just asking for someone to get hurt, but not in the fun way. Alastor didn't think for a second that he would have it any other way, so it was easy to accept the condition.
A small, bitter part of himself reminded him that it wouldn't be the first time he was mentally impaired in front of the vampire; but this time was going to be completely different. He clinged to that notion as hard as he could. For starters, this was an influence he was choosing consciously, with full awareness of what could happen, and that counted for plenty. The scene he had proposed to Lucifer for this occasion wasn't particularly complicated; of everything he had prepared to do with the vampire up until this moment, this would be rather tame. All the better for both of them to not have to worry any more than necessary.
For this one opportunity, he didn't even have an ulterior motive. From the start he knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate his magic in any direction. This was purely self indulgent experimentation. He had the means, an trusted partner to do it with, a private space that guarantees no interruption, so why not? It could even be considered a treat he was giving himself. For him, intimacy had never involved anything but his own body and the body of his chosen companion for the night before, not counting some toys here and there. Wasn't it just about time to change that?
The posts and articles he could find about people who had experienced the aphrodisiac only served to increase his impatience. He considered himself lucky, at least, that he wasn't the kind of person with a strong sex drive; if so, all those graphic descriptions of what people remembered could have him feeling even more frustrated with the wait for Lucifer. He’d even probably go up to his room and release some tension with a pre-session orgasm. Already imagining the effect he still had yet to know; it was described to be like Lucifer's touch being everywhere at once. However, if he had one release now, he knew it was going to cost him even more effort physically to reach that point when Lucifer came back. He didn't want to risk it. He equated it to making himself a home meal before he was taken to a restaurant.
The problem was the damn restaurant was not here. The restaurant had forgotten the door at the factory or whatever, and he was hungry. His metaphorical stomach was grumbling and there he was, reading all about the feasts that he could be having instead.
With a heavy sigh, Alastor put the phone away and rubbed his temple. After a few seconds of just breathing, he grabbed the remote control and turned off the TV. Fuck it, a shower was in order. A more neutral form of relaxation should do him some good.
Just as he was walking to the bathroom, he heard the door opening up and turned. Lucifer, with the broadest smile ever, carrying some bags from the convenience store in one hand and holding up a tiny bottle with a light yellow substance in the other.
"I got it," announced the vampire, pretty satisfied with the successful journey.
Alastor crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked up through half-lidded eyes. He made strides to look like he was just casually going to any other point of the cabin without any urgency.Though he was slightly annoyed, this was merely an inconvenience and nothing else. Definitely not the only thing he could think about for the last hour or so. Absolutely not.
"There you are," he said with a slight nod and turned towards the stairs to the second floor, where the bedrooms were. "I guess we can do this already. Unless there are any other issues we should fix?" he asked, stopping in the middle of the stairs to look at him over his shoulder.
"Everything’s good, buddy" assured Lucifer, lifting a thumb up, his eyes crinkling with his smile. Somehow he looked even younger when he smiled like that. Alastor huffed through his nose and continued forward. For this one time he could let the inconvenience slide. That vampire was lucky that he felt in a forgiving mood.
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The substance came from flowers specially cultivated to encourage pheromone production and mating behaviour between animals. Normally, it wouldn't have any effect for humans like Alastor, which was the reason why it had to be carefully harvested and processed experts in order to do so. Many manufacturers added their own little touches to the mix in order to get different results, ranging from encouraging the user’s concentration to providing a euphoric high without affecting sex drive. The kind of variant Asmodeus used was exactly the one Alastor felt compelled to try; it manifested as a powerful aphrodisiac.
After putting a couple of teaspoonfuls of the powder into a glass of water, Alastor just had to drink the solution and that was it. From there, it would take approximately three minutes for the effects to kick in. More than enough time to be blindfolded and have his hands and his feet tied up over his bed, while Lucifer prepared all the props they needed around the room. Alastor couldn't even hear the vampire’s steps over the wooden floors. He had no idea how he did it. The vampire truly could do anything he wanted to him, and there was nothing he could do about it. Killing him would probably be child's play.
The idea should have been terrifying. For most people it certainly would be. To him, however, it was a comforting notion. Lucifer was capable of causing such great harm to him, and he kept giving him the opportunities, and yet Lucifer still chose not to. Every flicker of pain, form of humiliation, every insult the vampire had inflicted; not a single one was without Alastor consenting to and expecting it. If he wanted it to stop, there would be no hesitation or judgement from Lucifer's part.
How could he not relax then, around someone who had proven himself so much already?
Oh, well, the drugs didn't hurt either.
Alastor knew it was working already when he couldn't think rationally anymore, about anything. Whatever traces of reason he had left in his head dissolved like wisps of smoke. To make new thoughts would take a considerable effort from his part, one he didn't want to go through. It was so much nicer to have his head empty for once.
He sighed contentedly as he moved on his back. His bed had never been softer before, so welcoming for every portion of his body. The fact that he couldn't separate his legs confused him for a second, before he decided that was okay, probably. He caressed his own forearms with his bound hands. His skin was so nice too, just like his bed. So warm. His hands were so beautiful. Not that he could see them, but they felt beautiful.
Wait, why was he in the dark again? Did the light stop existing? That had to be it. But maybe that was for the best. He didn't need any light, not when he had such nice skin to touch. A chuckle escaped him and the sound made him laugh some more.
"Director," called a voice softly.
He hummed in response, the smile still present in his face as he turned towards wherever the sound came from. The word ‘director’ meant nothing to him. He could have responded to practically any other name. But as he was the only one in the dark, ‘director’ had to be him, surely.
"Yes?" He asked with a singsong tone. From somewhere in the dark, a hand held his wrists and elevated his hands against his chest. Alastor rubbed the skin of the stranger with the tip of his fingers and cooed "Your hands are so soft."
A moment of silence came in before a chuckle reached his ears. Something about it made his chest flutter slightly. It wasn't so much that he recognized it instantly as knowing on some level, however much he was able to process anything in that state, that this particular chuckle meant good things for him.
"How are you doing, director? Feeling good?"
The more he heard that voice, the more he wanted physical contact. Alastor moved his hand until his fingers wrapped around the other's wrist. The contact he was able to do with his thumb over the skin sent sparks of warmth that were expanding over his body. He practically purred with a wide smile.
"I am doing great," he answered, feeling slightly detached from his own voice.
Another chuckle. This time the sound came accompanied by the hand letting him go. It may have been merely a second until it came back, holding his chin up, but his own hand ended up tingling with chill like he had been thrown into a winter scene without warning. He felt the cold would persist infinitely until he was being touched once again and felt he was back in his own living room, enjoying a warm blanket in front of a roaring fire in the hearth.
"Director, do you remember why you are here?" asked that familiar voice, sounding even closer. Alastor could perceive the smell of a perfume and breathed in deeply. A rather pleasant shiver made waves through him. He reclined his head to feel the hand on his cheek and rubbed against it.
"No," he answered sincerely and frowned. "Should I?" His question came with a sudden layer of concern. If he didn't know about something, was the warmth going to go away?
"I can always explain it again," said the stranger, adding another hand to cup his other cheek. Alastor sighed, melting under that touch. "I just took you with me so we could visit some of my friends. I told them that you were good company and they wanted to enjoy you themselves. They are all here and think you are really pretty. Very hot. Do you mind giving them a good time?"
A good time? Alastor let a slow giggle spill out of him.
"That means sex, doesn't it?" he asked, finding it so funny for some reason.
"Yes." Both hands brushed against his temple and he hummed once again, squeezing the muscles of his thighs. The heat was increasing the more that man touched him. The mental math was so easy that he could do it, even in that state; If more hands were on him, then he was going to feel even better than now. So why would he refuse them?
"We all want to have sex with you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," answered Alastor, agitating on a soft laugh that couldn't leave him. As the idea kept perforating in the cotton ball that was his mind, the more alluring the plan was. "Are you going to fuck me too?"
"Oh, yes," the voice got a deeper tone, gentle fingers brushing his hair. "I really want to do a lot of things to you."
Alastor scooped his legs closer, a sudden sense of satisfaction filling his chest. Who didn't like to be desired, after all? All that stranger said sounded so incredibly nice. So fun and promising.
"Okay," he said, grinning. "You sound like you are pretty too."
The stranger chuckled.
"Good to know. I am Lucifer. Do you remember who I am?"
Lucifer... yeah, he did know someone called that. The image became so clear in his head. A man with intense red eyes, capable of giving the most obnoxiously attractive smug smirk that Alastor had ever become aware of. The type of smile that both made Alastor want to rip it off his face and stare at it for as long as he could. Lucifer, who was beautiful by default, but when showed himself like a king sure of his own crown, made Alastor weak on his knees.
He imagined an expression like that was staring at him at that moment and he bit his bottom lip, removing himself a little. He was suddenly way too dressed up and he felt stuffy. Why was he dressed at all? Why wasn't Lucifer touching him even more?
"Director?" asked Lucifer, softly. "Do you know who I am?"
"Lucifer." Alastor sighed and moved his hand to his chest, looking for buttons or a collar or anything that could free him from his prison of decency. The heat was becoming unbearable. "Yes. Please, touch me. You and all your friends... I just want you all. Please, I..." He pulled on the fabric, but it wasn't actually liberating his skin as much as he wanted to. He let it go with a pout, frustrated.
"Very well, director, since you insist." With a satisfied snort, gentle hands lifted the hem of his shirt to uncover his stomach. Alastor lifted his arms over his head by instinct, wanting to help make it easier. After passing it over his head, he kept moving the shirt until the joined hands prevented removal. Lucifer accommodated the fabric to cover Alastor’s palms. "Everyone here wants to touch you," continued Lucifer. Maybe it was the new mental state he was in or just that he was blind, but Alastor felt the voice of the vampire getting slightly deeper and loved that his body could be the cause of that change. "Are you ready for that, director?"
Now that his whole chest was free to the air, Alastor could breathe more easily. His skin seemed to vibrate in anticipation to the point his nipples hardened, pointing outwards like looking for attention. Alastor arched his back to offer himself fully, to all those hungry stares of men who wanted him, surely as much as he wanted them.
There was not a single trace of hesitation or fear. There was nothing further away from his mind than any reservation, with desire being entirely his only focus. Lucifer and his friends must have gotten the message because finally, after what seemed like an eternity, someone touched him alongside his torso. Stroking up and down, exploring the curvature of his ribs, the longitude of his arms. Alternating in speeds, it was enough stimulation that Alastor could only sigh in contentment. He felt a mouth tracing over one of his nipples. There were no discernable faces; In his mind, every touch came from a different man.
"We need to take care of those pants, one of my friends said," guided Lucifer? and because he did, Alastor had no doubt that one of them had said that.
He couldn't be sure where from, though. The gentle pulling of his nipple by someone's teeth was the only place where he could focus his attention on. On his waist, however, someone wasted no time removing his belt. As soon there was a tug on his pants, Alastor made sure to elevate his ass to accommodate. He bit his lip again when he felt completely exposed, the underwear following the same path as his pants down his legs. Just like with his shirt, there was no way for it to pass through the bindings at his ankles, so the piece of clothing stayed trapped above them.
Alastor moved, trying to take the remaining clothing off himself. Quickly realizing that it was useless, he deflated on the bed.
"That is not fair," he whined. "How are you all supposed to fuck me if I can't open my legs?" This was a tragedy indeed, and someone had to take care of it immediately. He could feel the prick of hot tears of pure frustration.
"Don't worry, said one of my friends," cooed Lucifer, and this time Alastor had no issue imagining it spoken by another man in the room. It was a deeper voice, that would fit a broader man. Thicker than Lucifer, but for some reason, he couldn't take away the idea that he would be just as short as the vampire. "You can still open them up for us."
With that, that thick man with the strong fingers easily lifted one of his knees and let it fall to a side. Unlike his wrists, the bounds between his ankles allowed them both to be separated reasonably wide before Alastor felt the pull of the rope. It was enough space for him to open his thighs and feel completely exposed.
"Oh," he cooed, bending his knees so he could show them even more, all of it. Would they notice the way his muscles started to twitch, his hole wanting so desperately to close around something already, around any of them? "Do you like what you see?"
"Yes, everyone in the room says so," replied Lucifer, and this time Alastor could hear a round of vocalizations to accompany it. A few of the men responded verbally, while others made their approval known with pleased grunts and even a whistle. "Everyone loves your wet pussy."
Alastor hummed in delight, lifting his waist up, showing it off. In his ear, more sounds of approval filled the room and admired his body. A couple of hands stroked his knees; he didn't know who it was by, but it felt wonderful all the same.
"Do they now?" he asked cheekily, with a giggle he couldn't contain. "Then by all means, friends of Lucifer, feel free to touch as well as look."
One of the men came closer over him, a thumb rubbing against his other nipple to send shocks of pleasure throughout his body. But as the lips reached his cheek, he knew that was Lucifer. He wanted to rub himself on the vampire, but a hand quickly pressed against his abdomen to keep him pinned against the bed.
"I am going to take away your blindfold now, director," said Lucifer, and Alastor felt himself vibrate with his voice. It was almost a growl full of hunger, feeding into his own. He wished that it came accompanied by the vision of some long dangerous fangs that could remind him of the predator that was with him. "All my friends want to see your face, ready?"
Oh, that explained the lack of any light. Alastor nodded his head happily, without any further question. To be honest, it made no difference anymore, as long he still got to be touched. But if that is what the men needed, he found no reason to deny them.
"Good boy," praised Lucifer, which pleased him so deeply that it felt like the equivalent of fingers rubbing him directly on his clit.
He didn't have much time to delight on it though, when the fabric covering his eyes was off and he finally got to see. Lucifer directed his head to look to the side. Only a few lamps were turned on in the room, all of them covered in fabric that dimmed the light even more. The whole place was mostly composed of shadows, but he had only just returned from the darkness, so it wasn't frightening for him. If Lucifer was there, why should he worry?
"What is that?" asked Alastor, struggling to focus on whatever he was seeing. His eyes had a hard time adjusting to any single definite shape, as if the surrounding objects and furniture were made out of smoke or moving water.
"A mirror," explained Lucifer, still keeping so close while petting his hair. "It's so you can see yourself being used by all my friends and we can see you too. Do you see it now?"
Just as Lucifer's words sank in, his vision cleared up. He recognized himself on his bed and then Lucifer, alongside all of his friends. His friends that weren't as easy to distinguish as Lucifer, more like shadows around his figure, but still moving and present. If Alastor really wanted to, he could focus enough to see how every single one of them looked slightly different, some taller or even shorter than Lucifer. But doing so took far too much effort, so he didn't bother to try to see more than that. He didn't need to anyway. When the moment came for one of those hands to stroke his thighs, he just didn't care about what they looked like anymore.
"Everything good, director? Can you see all my friends?" asked Lucifer, a whisper just above his ear. Even in the mirror, despite the low light, the red eyes were glowing, ever more intensely with the thinning of the pupils staring straight into him instead of the reflection. Observing, ready to catch the slightest reaction out of him. Alastor licked his lips. He knew the others were paying attention too. He hoped they didn't miss a thing. It was such an unfortunate thing to come to a party and not get to enjoy it to the fullest.
"Yes," said Alastor, a smile so wide that a little bit of drool was already trickling. Oh, he hoped they didn't mind. He certainly didn't. As he turned his head, he was glad to find Lucifer’s face close to him already. Just that vision was enough to send another shiver that ended at the base of his spine, making him squeeze his muscles around his entrance. Behind Lucifer he could still see the other shapes of the friends, briefly, before his focus returned to him. "Hi," he said, chuckling.
Lucifer's expectant face relaxed instantly with a soft smile. Alastor wanted that face all over his crotch already, to kiss it and lick it all over in the most shameless way possible. He stroked Alastor's cheek. Such a gentle gesture that had his body singing.
"You look needy, director," said the vampire, with a sweet tone in his voice that made the comment also sound like an endearment. "I bet you really want some release from your restraints. How are you going to take care of everyone's cock otherwise? You couldn't think it was going to be enough with just your holes."
"Of course not," said Alastor, licking his lips.
It made absolutely all the sense in the world. All those poor cocks. Someone had to take care of them and feel them pulsating, warm and hard, against their skin, their tongue, every portion of their body. If Alastor was the only one available for that, well, he was willing to make that sacrifice. He lifted his hands towards Lucifer, offering his wrists.
Lucifer smirked as he cut the ropes. Alastor hadn’t seen him take any knife or anything sharp with him. He frowned a little as he waited to receive an explanation or see it, but soon enough the question flew away from him. There were more important matters that required his attention. Such as the freeing of his hands as Lucifer threw the rope and his shirt away from them, or Lucifer climbing on top until he was straddling over Alastor's chest.
Unlike him, Lucifer was completely nude already. Every brush of those muscled thighs against his body felt utterly delicious, but not as much as when he saw the reason for this change in position.
A heavy, large, completely delectable cock hung in front of Alastor's face. It was just as gorgeous as the rest of the body above. An imposing, glorious sight that pushed away any other possible concern. Alastor’s mouth watered. Nothing else mattered in the world with how much he needed to taste it. As Lucifer came closer, Alastor pulled out his tongue. That was the most he could manage with how Lucifer was keeping his head against the bed with a single finger pressing on his forehead.
Only once he was accommodated, Lucifer grabbed his own cock and let it slap Alastor’s cheek, ignoring the welcoming entrance that was gasping for him. After the third time that his hunger got ignored, Alastor whined. Even to his ears it sounded like a pathetic beg from a dog needing his treat, but he couldn't care less. Lucifer chuckled softly and pet his hair.
"You look way too cute when you get like that, director, I couldn't resist," he commented as he directed the cock back in front of his face. "But you are right. You have been a good director thus far, so you should get a reward."
With that, Lucifer finally lifted his finger, allowing Alastor to throw himself into devouring the cock as if it were the last meal that he was going to have in his life. And even if it wasn't going to be the last, then it definitely was going to be the one he enjoyed the most. He was never more determined in his life than anything else but to get to know every vein, every portion of skin, every slight crevice. He had to know it even with his eyes closed and from another room. He was to be familiar with it, until there was no separation between Lucifer's cock and his own body.
Suddenly, a hand started touching him between his open legs and he mewled around the cock. He lifted his hips to rub himself on it, but there was hardly any need with how expertly he was being explored already. Another hand pinched his nipples, as hard as clamps; to the point it should be painful, or at least uncomfortable, though it wasn't.
"Everyone wants a chance to touch you, director. They are so hard. You should take some responsibility for that, don't you think?" Just as Alastor was nodding as much as he could, he felt a second cock tap against his nose. It was coming from right above the one he was sucking. "My friend wants you to suck him as well, director. Surely that won't be a problem for a slut like you, right?"
No, the second cock wasn't coming from Lucifer's body. It clearly belonged to one of the shadowy figures in the room. Naturally. It was so unfair that only Lucifer got the treatment when Alastor had more than enough of a will for more. Two, three or more, it didn't matter. Everyone deserved to have a good time, and Alastor deserved to get to know them too. He sucked on Lucifer's cock and let it go with a gasp.
"No, not a problem at all," he assured quickly, before going to claim that other one for his own. With his hand now free he kept stroking Lucifer, keeping a firm grip that stroked all over the shaft. Even with his whole hand it was difficult to wrap it entirely, but Alastor gave it a nice try anyway.
He must have been doing a good job, if the grunts he could hear were of any indication. In any case, he couldn't concentrate on that when another friend of Lucifer spread his vulva to let two fingers inside, burying themselves up to the knuckles on the warmth between his walls. Alastor's eyes rolled back in his head in pure bliss, moaning loudly at the sensation of a firm thumb stroking him exactly where he needed it to. The intruding sensation may as well be a bar of iron taken straight from the fire of Hell, melting him from the inside out. For as much as Alastor could squeeze it, the fire didn't die. It only knew to grow bigger and stronger than it was before.
It was far too much to bear. A whimper escalated to his throat that was already occupied. Soon, it wasn't enough. The thickness of the cocks that he was entertaining were only a reminder that there could be, should be, a different hole for each of them. He bobbed his head a few more times before replacing his lips with his hands, looking up to Lucifer.
"Please," begged, still squeezing the fingers inside. "Fuck me already, I can't resist anymore. I need it so badly I am going to go insane."
Lucifer chuckled and in his mind, the sound multiplied through different voices, different heads who would all take amusement at his desperation. That was fine by Alastor. As long as that could get them all in a good enough mood for them to concede to his desire, then they could laugh all they wanted.
"Well, how could anyone resist when asked so nicely."
Before he knew it, Alastor was flipped over on the bed, belly against the mattress. In that position, he could see the rest of the friends of Lucifer easier, though their figures remained obscured by the low light. There were so many, but he couldn't say as to how many exactly. It could have been five just as much as there could be a dozen, if not more. Any number made no difference for him.
"On all fours, director," commanded the voice of Lucifer. He didn't need to be told twice. In an instant Alastor was already elevating himself on his knees and hands. He didn't know how many men were behind him, but just in case he felt like shaking his ass a little and guiding it towards the eyes in that direction. Separating his legs further, he hoped the hole that now was left unoccupied so suddenly and cruelly was also clearly visible, inviting them in.
"Look at this slut," said one of Lucifer's friends, this one with a high-pitched voice.
"What a whore. So needy for our cocks, director?" asked another, with a deeper tone.
"Mmm," Alastor cooed, lowering his chest against the bed. In that position, he was able to use his hands to open up his own ass cheeks and arch his back as far as he could as he spread them. "Is this good enough of an answer, sir?"
A single finger ran through his wet folds, up to the middle of his ass. A couple of taps right over his ring of muscles had them clench together for a second, as if wanting to hold on to it. The moment that finger left, another hand met his asscheek in a strong slap. Alastor didn’t even register any pain or surprise from it. He simply moaned as more laughter filled the room. The mockery, far from disturbing him from his daze, only aroused him even more.
"More! More, sir!" he asked, offering his ass again for another slap. He was rewarded accordingly, many times over.
It was impossible for him to count how many. Numbers were a useless concept for him. He was just happy that they were still coming. Each of them sent the impact straight into every muscle in his body, overriding any other thought that could bother him. The whole world was nothing else but this, that connection between himself and the hits, and that was completely wonderful. A simple world where his only role was to be the target of that excitement. The pressure on his lower abdomen kept growing steadily. He could almost hear the flow of blood abandoning his head to go straight between his legs.
"What a fucking slut," jeered one of the men, between laughter.
"A shameless bitch like that can't be found anywhere. It takes a special kind of one to enjoy himself this much," pointed another, to his right, with a voice so deep it vibrated in his chest.
"We should all take advantage of this while we have the chance."
He gripped the sheets under him. He nodded so hard that his drool poured out of him. They should take all the advantage that they could, for as long as they could and even beyond that. Absolutely, there was no other possible course of action. The sting over his skin was just too delicious, it overwhelmed any other senses. But suddenly they stopped.
He tried to turn away to see what was wrong, but then a palm pressed his head against the bed. There wasn't a lot of force behind the gesture, but the suggestion of that force was all he needed to keep still as if trapped by a powerful glue.
"I can't resist anymore, whore," said Lucifer, climbing over his back. The heavy cock of the vampire created a friction between Alastor's ass cheeks, one he encouraged by rubbing his skin back. "I need to take you. My friends too want to take your pussy. Lift yourself on your hands and open your mouth to receive two more. Understand?"
"Yes!" Alastor gasped. His mouth instantly watered as if Lucifer had turned on the faucet with his words. "I understand, yes, fill me."
A deep dark chuckle responded to his enthusiasm, reverberating around the room until more laughter echoed from all the strangers. As soon the hand lifted from his head, Alastor got on all fours again and opened up his mouth, tongue out as far as it could be to catch as many friends as he could. The laughter all around increased as he felt the pressure from behind, first on his ass and then further down. He felt someone's hand grabbing his waist to keep him in place, unnecessarily. There was nothing else that Alastor wanted but to keep still and let all of this happen. As the space inside of his body was invaded, Alastor couldn't stop smiling to the air because finally, finally, that was exactly what he needed the most. The only wish of his entire being could only be fulfilled by having those two cocks inside him.
In front of him, on the other hand, another friend of Lucifer came to occupy his mouth. The tip at least felt smooth and room temperature. For a single moment he thought it looked like a blue dildo, but that impression quickly dissipated without leaving doubt behind.
What a stupid mistake. It was a generous and thick member, of course it was. All hard for him, waiting for him to give it the attention it deserved. Alastor let a moan shake his throat as he pushed forward, wanting to take as much as he could. While licking the thick head, another poked his cheek and he wasted no time sucking it as well, alternating between the two cocks. From behind, the two men taking him didn’t take long to pick up a good rhythm, both of them entering at the same time. He could never, not in a billion years, be bothered to ask or even imagine the logistics of that.
Why even ask, when a glance to the mirror already told him everything he needed to know. Himself as one single defenseless presence surrounded by other various dark beings. Their smiling lustful faces all concentrated on him as they reclaimed his attention and each took a piece of enjoyment out of him. It was such a degrading display that Alastor felt ecstatic, dirty, freer like never before. All these men were happy because of him. Their gazes were so full of hot desire that it was burning in his bones, hugging his organs, lifting his heart. What else could he possibly need but this?
He was happy as he bounced his ass on the cock of Lucifer. It was so light and easy to choose to tighten up his grasp on the cock in his pussy, forcing himself to feel every single inch as it moved, never leaving him entirely. There was a never ending line of men who all tasted amazing and were so firm in his mouth. If he couldn’t reach them with his mouth, then his hand was there to provide the necessary service. No one was going to be left behind as far as he was concerned. He was going to accept them all, devour them all, and let himself be devoured in return. It was only the right thing to do, a fair exchange of favor that kept everyone in a good mood.
His first orgasm was soft and short, a lighter tension that suddenly released. They didn’t stop for that one and neither did Alastor, moving in automatic even as he perceived all the rough fucking as painful for a second. Thankfully the sensation washed over quickly and it was back to being pleasurable. His second orgasm made tears prick his eyes and lose strength in his arms. Not even then did they stop, and thank goodness. Alastor stared at the image of those figures alternating themselves to fill his mouth while those behind him used both holes simultaneously. He watched his tongue dangle as he held his mouth open to receive the next cock in turn eagerly.
Lucifer himself was the only thing capable of turning his gaze away from that vision; he did exactly that, directing Alastor’s chin gently upwards. Lucifer smiled to him from above.
”My turn, director,” said the vampire, adjusting himself into position near enough for Alastor’s mouth to receive him.
This time he had no question of what it was. He gave himself to the task fully, not caring if his saliva dripped down his chin, or even if his throat was left raw. Attending that cock was the most important labor of them all. Servicing all of them was important, but this one? This one activated something in his mind he didn’t know was there, a strange sense of duty that rose up even amongst the fog. He took it with as much seriousness as he could, dedicating the balls below all the care of the world: kissing them even, almost reverently, sucking on the soft elastic skin, only to take them gently in his mouth.
Meanwhile, in his ass and cunt two other men were still filling him, but those had stopped mattering as much. They had to be using some potion of their own, because he was pretty sure that both of them were vibrating, making it impossible for them to be ignored. A finger, or something else entirely, who cared, was pressing at his clit with each thrust. It also vibrated, pressing hard and insistent on the nerves concentrated at that point. The approximation of his climax, if anything, encouraged his devotion to his task even more. He couldn’t just let it finish like that, without giving Lucifer this adoration. For some reason, the idea was utterly unacceptable for him.
“Fuck” grunted Lucifer, filling Alastor with such pride for his efforts that he could have brought Heaven down on his own.
When the vampire finished, Alastor made sure to swallow every single drop, to the last one. Only after he achieved this did he give himself to his next climax, letting it take him wherever it wanted to. As long Lucifer was with him, he knew already it would be a good place.
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"Alastor?"
Alastor smiled before opening his eyes. That voice sounded so clear in his mind that it was a mental image before his eyes landed on the face of the vampire in front of him. He had no idea in what moment he had lost consciousness or for how long, but that didn't matter to him. He just felt great. Amazing. Now it was only the two of them in the room, the mirror was gone, and he was covered by a familiar soft blanket over his shoulders. All the friends of Lucifer had left satisfied.
"Hi," he said with a chuckle. "I’m hungry," added like the punchline of a joke and giggled.
"Oh, I imagine," said Lucifer, pulling his chin up slightly with a single finger. The vampire examined his eyes for a moment, parting his eyelids with his fingers to get a clearer view. Alastor had no option but to observe his gaze in return. The slit pupils were back, surrounded by a vivid red, which caused him a small shiver of delight. What Lucifer found in Alastor, on the other hand, didn't seem to surprise him. "You must be flying high like a kite right now. Besides that, how do you feel? Still hot?"
"You can fuck me if you want," said Alastor with a low hum. "But can it be after I eat?"
"I am good for tonight." Lucifer chuckled good naturedly as he brushed his hair back. Alastor smiled again at the gesture. Every touch from Lucifer was pleasant, but didn't compare to the insatiable need from before. This was just nice. "I bought that jerky from the convenience store you like and I have a bottle of soda. Can you get up?"
"You did?" said Alastor, shuffling into a seated position. His lower half protested a little, especially his ass, but it was a faraway discomfort, something for future Alastor to concern himself with. "Really?" he asked, as if he had never heard anything more wonderful.
Lucifer chuckled as he moved to the side. Alastor waited almost breathlessly until the vampire grabbed his backpack and pulled out the items. The bag of jerky and the bottle of soda appeared with a sigil drawn in marker to keep it cool. Alastor recognized the logo on the bag, a pig with wings flying through the sky, and his smile extended so far all his gums were shown. Oh, he loved that brand. That was his favorite brand ever. The one that mom always bought for him to snack on when they came there for vacation.
The sudden reminder softened him up.
"Gimme," he said, making grabby hands while licking his lips. That salty savory goodness was his!
"Try not to choke," recommended Lucifer, opening the bag before passing it over to him. As soon as Alastor pulled it out of his hands, the vampire also opened up the bottle and placed the straw to leave it inside.
Alastor dove into the bag of jerky and grunted in pure pleasure. Normally, he would never be as messy as to eat something like this in bed of all places right before going to sleep. But once again, something else that only another Alastor would care about. The Alastor of now could only balance himself out by weaving from one side to another, entranced by how divine the snack was in his mouth. He licked his finger a couple of times before reaching for the soda Lucifer was holding and that was also, no doubt about it, the closest experience to paradise he ever had. The combination of the salty and spicy treat with the cold flavor was perfect.
"Ah, thank you," he sighed in delight. He giggled as he went over to leave a kiss on Lucifer's cheek. The vampire jolted briefly, but didn't move away, and something in that was suddenly way too endearing for him. "I love you so much, you have no idea," he commented happily, coming back to sit down and enjoy the rest.
Lucifer laughed, scratching the back of his neck. If Alastor had paid any attention to his face, rather than the bag in his hands and how much of it he could fit in his mouth, he would have seen the vampire blushing for the first time. He might have also minded about the beat of silence that made its way between the two of them.
"Y-yeah, glad you liked it," said Lucifer, as he cleared his throat. "Hey, listen, try not to go too hard on it, alright? If you aren't like, horny anymore, then you are going to get a sudden drop of energy and..."
A snore interrupted his words. When he looked up again, Lucifer saw Alastor laying on his side, face smeared with the sauce, eyes closed to the world, with a jerky half eaten still in his hand. It was only by some miracle that he hadn’t also knocked over the bottle, still perched upright against his legs.
Lucifer sighed. Oh, well. Ozzie had warned him that could happen. For at least a few hours, Alastor would not wake up even if someone screamed in his face.
At least this time there hadn’t been any excessive bursts of energy from Alastor, which meant that only a couple of hours of rest would be enough. If he had also used sexual magic somehow, then that would be even more time in order to recover back to normal. Once woken up, however, Alastor would have no hangover nor any physical symptoms remaining. A big reason why Ozzie preferred that powder for his own club. Always for couples and never outside of the perimeters of the club. If the man had made an exception on this one occasion, it was only because it was Lucifer who asked. One of the perks of being the brother of one of the best potion makers in the city. Otherwise, Asmodeus had curses in place to avoid anyone taking one single spoonful away from his walls.
After cleaning up Alastor’s hands and face with a wet towel, Lucifer changed the sheets by pulling them around the man and then rolling him over until they were slid out from under him. He went through the same process when putting the new ones on and, finally, slipped Alastor a new pair of underwear and his pajama pants on so he wouldn't get cold. Using his supernatural speed, he put the food and drink in the fridge and quickly came back to the room with a bottle for himself. Alastor hadn’t moved at all from the position in which he had left him, under the sheets and with his head over the pillow, in the five seconds he was away. Only his slow calm breathing broke through the complete silence of the night. That and the beating of his heart, even if Lucifer was the only one who could hear that.
Listening to it, he had to admit that everything had come out even better than expected. It had been a good while since the last time he had any experience with that powder, so he had forgotten how potent its effect could be. It was like it didn't matter what he said to Alastor, that became his reality. It didn't matter what he did to him, it would all translate into desire. He could very easily understand why Asmodeus was so careful about its usage and who could use it where. Something like that in the wrong hands would be disastrous. A lot of people would be awful with that much power. He shook his head with a shiver. Better to not even think about that.
He still needed to ask Alastor's opinion once he woke up, sober and lucid, but he was pretty sure he would agree that it wasn't bad. Not at all. With a light potency healing potion he brought with him, Alastor wouldn't even wake up with a single mark of his hand on him. But some soreness was still going to be there and Lucifer was looking forward to it. Have Alastor get a reminder of what they did, if not by his mind then by his body. That was a nice idea.
Seeing as, for now at least, there was nothing else for him to do, Lucifer pulled out his phone. He checked once more that Alastor was sleeping deeply before moving to the balcony, closing the crystal door behind him. The fresh breeze of the night felt refreshing on his skin, pulling away strands off his face. He took a long sip of the red liquid as he looked up his contact and continued drinking as he waited for the other side to pick up. It didn't take long.
"Mmm, Luci," came out the voice of Asmodeus, groggy. "Do you know how late it is? You better have your dick stuck in something funny or I swear..."
"We are literally vampires," Lucifer couldn't help to point out, chuckling. "And it's only 2AM."
"So? I still need to sleep, don't judge." As if to emphasize his words, Asmodeus let out a long yawn. "What is happening? Don't tell me that something came out wrong with Alastor?"
"No, no, everything is fine. Everything came out alright. " Lucifer turned his head back to the room and concentrated his hearing for a moment. The heart of Alastor was going just as steady as usual, his breathing was normal. "He is resting. I just wanted to ask you something about the powder itself. "
Another yawn cut through.
"What?"
"Uhm, you...." Lucifer pursed his lips to the side. Now that he was actually talking directly to Asmodeus, he wasn't so sure about this anymore. "When uh... you said that when the horny part is done, he is basically just high, right?"
"When the aphrodisiac part is no longer in effect, yes, he will have a nice high. For most people that prolonges the post climax bliss, that is why I add it," Asmodeus informed him, not without a note of pride in his voice. Lucifer couldn't say he didn't understand it either, he knew how long it had taken for Asmodeus to get the right formula for his taste.
"Well, um, that is the thing. I have never been high myself. I don't really know what it’s like."
"I know, and I still think that is a huge pity."
"My point is..." Lucifer exhaled through his nose, rubbing his brow with his index. Well, it was now or never. He had already gone this far already, "does that make you like... lie or... say shit you don't mean?"
"What?" Asmodeus chuckled in his confusion. "What do you mean?"
"I just want to know because... uhm, Alastor said something, but I don't know if I should take it seriously. Probably not, right? He was just... like, talking shit, right?"
"I have no idea, Luci." Asmodeus sighed with a grunt. Through the phone Lucifer could hear the ruffling of the sheet in his bed. "He could have meant it, could have not. When you feel good, words just come out without thinking, you know? If he was just coming down from the effect of the aphrodisiac, for whatever is worth, I seriously doubt that he was consciously lying about something. Why? What was it?"
"Just stuff. It made me wonder, that is all."
"Stuff. You woke me up because someone said stuff while high." Asmodeus groaned.
Yeah, okay, that was fair. Now that Lucifer thought about it, he could have probably reserved this conversation for the morning. He sighed, resting his back against the wall. Up there in the sky, the moon was nothing but a single curved line, like the smile of a cat. Or the arrogant director of a bank.
"You are right, this was stupid."
"I didn't say that," pointed out Asmodeus, kindly. "Look, if this really worries you, then just wait for the morning and ask Alastor about what he said. He himself can tell you a lot more than I can from here. Then you can stop wondering. Alright?"
"Yeah... yeah, you are right."
"I know I am right." Asmodeus inhaled deeply from his side and exhaled. "Now that you woke me up, I guess I have no choice but to take a late night snack from my super hot and sexy babe right here."
A giggle, that wasn't from Asmodeus, reached his ears. Lucifer smiled, imagining the tiny man that Asmodeus had decided to claim as his laying on top of his huge figure. He was happy for his friend for finding someone like that, and he knew it was the best for the both of them. But he couldn't avoid a small pinch on the back of his head. That little nagging question of why couldn't it be me. It made him feel like a piece of shit every time he heard it, so he tried to ignore it as much as he could.
"Well, bon appetite. Say hi to Fizz for me."
"If I don't have my mouth occupied with something else, sure! Night night, Luci, love you!"
The Destruction of Alastor. 5 [Appleradio, Radioapple]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
"What do you feel about being rented for a weekend?" Alastor send the text and immediately forced himself to concentrate on folding his freshly cleaned up clothes, as to not stare at the screen to check if Lucifer had read it.
Luckily for him, it didn't take long either for the reply to come in, as if Lucifer didn't need to think about it at all.
"Not the first time a client does that. As long you can afford it, sure. What do you have in mind?"
Alastor couldn't help a little sneer at reading that. Would have killed him to just say yes? The constant reminder that Lucifer had done everything with practically everyone was not appreciated.
Well, whatever. If everything turned out alright, he wouldn't have to worry about that so much anymore. Taking a couple of seconds just to breath, Alastor hold his device and started typing.
"I have a cabin in a woods. I usually use it just for my own vacations at the end of the year, but I have a free day this Monday so I thought we may as well could use it."
"Oh, cool. So you want to do something outdoors?"
Alastor felt his lips tilting upwards a little. It was a relief that Lucifer would immediately be on the same page and not need to be explained the need for a new location.
"Yes, something like that," he wrote before he started explaining the whole scene he had in mind.
The idea had come to him through another video he had seen online, just like whole idea with the tentacles had been inspired the same way.
The video alone wasn't that interesting, but the comments below of people talking about going through a similar experience called to his attention. It was a little fantasy he had at the back of his mind, one he never imagined was as popular until that very moment.
Lucifer probably was familiarized with it as well. He more than definitely had done with someone before. For this one ocassion, Alastor considered that a plus. If you were about to dip your toes into new waters, a professional by your side was exactly what you wanted, and that was exactly this whole plan. Someone who could read the room and know exactly how to take it to the point that would be the most satisfactory. More than one time Lucifer had proven he was capable of that.
He couldn't wait to experience that once again.
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The forest around him was dark and cold. Alastor could see his own breath in front of him every time he exhaled. The deer ears on top of his head were surprisingly easy to get used to, they seemed to detect sound before he even registered from where it came from better than his normal human ears ever did.
Unfortunately, that was the only actually practical change that happened with him. He couldn't say the same about the fluffy tail pulling out from a hole in his pants, covered in a soft brown fur on top and white on the underside. All it seemed to do was lift itself when he became alert and wag sometimes, without any control from Alastor. But it helped to get him into character and that is what it mattered.
A deer lost in the woods, looking for a place to rest for the night. He knew the whole area already, how far it was from prying eyes, what was the best path to walk on, but that was during the day. In near darkness like that, however, it may as well be a entirely new scene, which was partially the idea. Was an old tree or one that had grown since the last half hour? In any case, Alastor supported himself on it to regain his breath.
He had already run so far away he couldn't see the lights of his cabin anymore. He had no idea if his ten minutes of advantage had already past. As far his ears could tell him, he was completely alone, but who knew. If he haven't been very clear about how vampiric speed wasn't allowed for this, he would have even more of a reason to be worried that his hunter could jump out of any corner to take him down.
It could still happen, of course. But at least there was a slight chance that it wouldn't in two seconds flat like he feared. He hoped Lucifer knew better than to chase an easy win at least. Just because he had done this kind of activity before, with whatever kind of client it was, didn't mean much in this occasion. Only Alastor could be the judge for this one night.
The adrenaline running through his body at least helped to war off the cold. He could barely feel it, despite only having a shirt and gym pants to cover himself with. After running blindly in a straight line, he had taken turns in whichever direction he could and now, genuinely, had no idea at what point he was. It really sold the illusion that he had just stumbled into new territory, one where predator could be waiting for him in every corner.
His heart was beating so hard, like a tiny fist trying to break through his chest. He couldn't help to smile in the dark. It had been a long while since he got to take a good nice stroll through nature, exactly as he liked it. This wasn't that, technically, but it was thrilling all the same. As the time passed, Alastor appreciated not having any clear direction nor need to go anywhere. Completely free to do as he wanted. No phone calls to attent to, no papers to fill. Just him and the nature, the endless peaceful night.
As he walked, he recognized the reflection of light up ahead. He ran his away up to there until the origin became clear: the light of the moon dancing over the water. The lake, finally something he could recognize with no issue. How many afternoons he had rested with his back against a tree while he waited for a fish to get caught on his bait? But he had never come out at that hour of the night.
A waste, really. It was such a beautiful sight. He should bring a sleep bag and just enjoy the view any of those days. Maybe he could even have some company with him, as long silence was still part of it. Why not?
Just as he got closer to the water, his ears rised up. A second later, his eyes followed. To his side, a figure showed off a big toothy grin. He practically saw that before he reached to see the red eyes with the slits of his pupils expanding slighty at seeing him. A mirror behind them reflected the light just like the surface of the lake. Like a beast born out of the woods itself. Human's eyes were not suppose to shine like that.
Alastor gulped down. Behind him, his tail started wagging, embarassingly fast. He tried to stop it with his hand, but the damn thing quickly slipped away from his grasp. After that first failed attempt, he decided to ignore it to glare at the hunter as the man slowly rose his weapon.
"I found you," whispered Lucifer softly, pressing the trigger.
Alastor, by some miracle, could move out of the way just in time. The tree that was at his back got perforated by the potency of the bullet. A black hole that smoked a little bit after the splinters came out flying. He could only stare at it. That was a lot stronger than what he expected to.
"Oh, fuck, where did he went?" asked Lucifer outloud, calmly loading his gun. "I do wonder what color was that cute fur of that deer. Was it red or green? I couldn't see."
Alastor rolled his eyes as he started running again. If he thought it was going to be so easy to scare him off, then he had another thing coming. According to the instructions that he insisted on Lucifer to bring with him and to read from top to bottom by himself, something like that was to be expected if it landed on anything but the actual target when a specific mode was turn on. Apparently Lucifer had put it on, a detail that in fairness the vampire warned him could happen. But it was still a surprise of his own to see the effects in front of his eyes.
"Green!" he yelled at his back.
However, he had signed up for this. And what was the point of preparing all of it without some form of risk involved? It wouldn't be the first hit that he consented to have anyway. He had to trust that Lucifer knew what he was doing.
And, to be honest, a little bit of danger made matters all the better for him. A challenge here and there always added an extra of excitement to things.
"Oh, shoot, I just untied my boots!" responded Lucifer's voice. "I better take around 30 seconds to tie them back! 30 seconds and I will be moving again."
His time of advantage. That was also part of the deal, so Lucifer couldn't use his check ins as a weapon to find him all the easier. It wouldn't be fair.
Alastor didn't even bother try to keep the counting in his head. He was better off just concentrating to put as much distance as he could between himself and the hunter. That wasn't Lucifer anymore. It wasn't the man that went on him in the car and hummed along with practically every song that sounded in the radio. Nor the man that discussed with him point by point what they were going to do. Nor the person that, as soon saw he guest room where he was going to be staying, put his duckie blanket to a side.
No, for the time being at least, none of those other facets mattered at all. All that remained was the predator trying to make him into his prey, but Alastor was not going to leave it to be so easy. At least, not as long he got a chance for it.
If the lake was what was he had at his back, for the front then was the way to the rocky area that elevated to the mountains. A lovely area for camping too and rock climbing, if anyone happened to be into that. Alastor wasn't, but he knew the area enough to be aware of a few paths that could keep him away from the forest area.
"I tied my boots now!" yelled the voice of the hunter. Alastor immediately turned to a tree, hiding among some bushes, his ears turning in every direction. But he sounded so far away that, as long he could stay silent, it could probably be okay. He doubted he could even make out his words so clearly. "My, what I was doing? Oh, right, catching some nice little deer for dinner! I better get back to that already, before his meat spoils or something!"
He was somewhere at his left, approximately. Which meant he had to go to the right. Alastor moved there with long steps, running as fast as he could. Even if this whole experience was about avoiding the hunter the entire night, it would have been enough for him. His heart was jumping out of his chest to his throat, the cold only invigorate him even further. All of that was so exciting. He should have thought about this before.
A pity that he couldn't climb the trees. He was always good for that as a kid. But this time that wouldn't work. Lucifer had played fair and told him from the start that he could hear his heartbeat when they were close enough. That was pretty useful when it came to know if what he was doing was close to make someone pass out or there was something wrong. The heartbeat of a human was pretty easy for him to distinguish from any other animal, so he could never confuse it. In other words, even if Alastor lost contact with the ground, as long he had a heart Lucifer would know where he was. His best option, then, was to put as much distance for as long as he could. He could do that.
As the mountains seemed closer to him, Alastor made his way to the left. Whenever possible, he avoided clearings and favored zones with the most flora all around him that could serve as a cover. That also meant that his pace had to forcefully slow down. Every sound that wasn't caused by him was a reason to go more carefully. Two times it was merely a wild animal that ran away from him before he could be a threat to any of them. The rest of the time, nonetheless, he had no idea what it was. He still preferred to keep moving, just in case, making small changes in his path.
Eventually, he was just in front of the rock wall. He was kneeling at the height of a bush, listening. He didn't hear any broken twigs or dry leaves being stomped, as he was expecting. Instead, he missed that the small metallic sound he heard was the friction of Lucifer's gun when pulled out of his holder at his belt. From there to the shot, he had no chance to move before the hit landed on his temple.
The impact shoved him back, but that wasn't the reason why he ended up in his back, gasping. Magic bullets from those guns were never meant to hurt him, despite what it could do to everything else around him. Once Lucifer fed the chamber a hair of Alastor, he would become the main target. The main reason why those guns existed were for these kind of activities, for adults, partners or playmates. Lucifer had tried so hard to explain exactly how it felt, so Alastor had an idea of what to expect, but no matter how colorful or graphic were his words, that was nothing compared with actually living it.
After all, he was used to feeling only his own magic during his climaxes. This was the first time that he was to receive another's magic act directly over his sexual responses. If he had to describe it, it was like being a toy that someone had turn the switch on without warning.
His muscles tensed up instantly as an explosion of heat expanded between his legs. His waist shook as he thrusted into the air, at nothing. Nothing that he had ever done, with a partner or his own, managed to cause such a reaction this quick. A moan ripped through his throat before he managed to understand what was happening.
"Hah! I just shot on a hunch!" Laughed the hunger, triumphant.
Trembling, Alastor turned over his chest and dragged himself away. Despite his best effort, he couldn't stop arching his back as if to offer his ass, tail lifted to the air, to whatever may come his way, knees pulled apart. He had to fight about every portion of his body for the need to get rid of all of this clothing at once, to get more contact over his skin. All he wanted was to let Lucifer to find him and let him do whatever is that he wanted with him. As long those hands were touching him, it didn't matter what. A helpless little deer in heat did not care about such details.
That was nothing but a dirty trap, a lie.
He had never let his sexual drive to guide his life and wasn't going to start now. Alastor Abaddon was stronger than all of those impulses. If Lucifer wanted to declare victory, he would not give it to him that easily. His pride was on the line! Taking deep breaths, Alastor managed to hide on another bush and grab to the surface of a tree to push himself to his feet.
His head was light as if he had straighten up way too soon after a long nap. All that blood flow going down at once. Legs felt weak at first, but the more he moved them he was gaining more confidence. He could do this. Lucifer's voice had sounded away enough to give him some time. Didn't he mentioned that the effect lasted for a couple of minutes at most? In fact, as he stood up, the overwhelming heat already was becoming more manageable. As long as he concentrated on pushing away thoughts about touching himself to chase for relief, it was going to be just fine.
He even allowed himself a smirk. This was the thing that required so much warning about? This was easy. Lucifer was clearly exaggerating way too much. Bitting strong on his bottom lip, he focused instead on his ears. Steps, going around the area where he first had fallen.
"Little deer, little deer!" called the hunter. "You must feel very uncomfortable now! If you come here, I don't mind using my mouth to make you feel all better! I swear you won't regret!"
Alastor forced his mouth closed to swallow down another moan. That damn bastard knew exactly what he was doing. Of course he wouldn't care about conjuring in Alastor's mind all the memories of what exactly Lucifer could do with his mouth. The idea of that tongue had his crotch palpitating like a little heart. He didn't even had to see to know that his underwear was probably all stained with his fluids. Probably his pants too. Regardless of how the night continued, he was going to need to change.
His tail was not relaxing from it's upwards position, showing to everyone that could see him that he was available for mating. Oh, if anyone else watched him on such a state, Alastor could just die from the embarrassment. Seeing him so pathetically horny, so hungry for any contact. Reduced to a hungry little deer slut in heat. A slave to his most primal impulses.
Just as soon he had that idea, his pussy clamped up and his breath hitched. He closed his eyes. No, bad idea, bad idea. Shoo away those clear images from popping up. They were useless now. Traitors, not the sources of pleasure they promised.
Forcing himself to breath through his nose, Alastor saw a huge tree trunk and the equally dead tree at the side that could serve him as a long cover. He waited until Lucifer was moving away to make his way there. Just like before, he extended his legs as far as he could, keeping his arms extended to avoid any contact with his own body. Whether Lucifer touched him or not, he could always do it himself and that was another trap. If he got distracted into trying to get relief, the hunt would be over.
The closer he was to the tree trunk, the warmth was dying out, like a flame without more fuel to feed on. The clarity was coming back, his movement became even more easy. He could do this, for sure he could. He was so silly to think for even a second that he couldn't. As his hand extended to the tree trunk, however, he failed to notice the small branch under his feet.
By the time he knew, it was already cracking.
"There you are!"
Alastor's ears turned towards the sound, but this time didn't even bother to follow with the rest of his head. He simply crouched preemptively, avoiding a shot that hit the tree trunk, and then ran to the side of the tree trunk to use it as a cover. He ran to the rest of the forest area, the sound of Lucifer running just behind him along with the one of the gun being loaded.
"Here, deer, deer!" called the hunter like it was to a cat. "If you come back here on your own, I can make you finish fast."
One little part of Alastor resonated with that promise. The last effect of the magic bullet that had already hit him, sending a tingle between his legs, where he needed that release. The rest of his body, however, was more than less back on his control. He kept moving without looking back.
That was a more dense area, with trees closer to each other. Perfect to start moving between all of them in order to avoid more bullets coming his way. Ignoring the bark destroyed on his way, he saw more ahead the light of cars moving fast. The highway, meaning he had gone more to the left that he intended to. He moved to another side in order to avoid it. For one moment, his back ended up free while passing from one cover to another.
One moment was all the hunter needed.
The hit reached him between the shoulder blades. It could have been in any other point of his body and the result would have been the same. Alastor on the ground, squirming and grunting for the effort to stop himself from burying his hands on his pants to fuck himself on his finger until oblivion. He could do it, it would be so easy. He had long fingers and an idea of how to do it. Lucifer had taught him.
Although he would much rather to be the fingers of Lucifer. The tongue of Lucifer. The cock of Lucifer. Anything Lucifer decided to give would be such a relief. Finally the heat in his body would be allowed to be the fire it demanded and consume Alastor entirely, every thought, every other need replaced with a single one, so simple and pure. Exactly as it should be.
Alastor shook his head, with such violence that his whole body rocked from side to side. He couldn't let himself lose that easily! Even if it was all lost, even if there was no point anymore, it wouldn't be him if he at least didn't tried. He dig his fingers on the ground, pushing himself up. The palpitation on his crotch accompanied as he forced himself on his shaking knees. Having his chest brush against the floor did not help at all, with his nipples highly sensitive as they were. He had to move away.
That annoying stupid tail was back to being raised up, but this time he refused to let his back arch like a shameless cat in heat. As long he kept moving his body forward, he had a chance. Even if he did it crawling, since he couldn't trust his legs to keep him up. If he hid between some bushes for a bit until the effect of the bullets died down, then he could ran away again.
The only good thing is that the cold couldn't affect him, not with his whole body burning. It was dark enough, so even with his vampire eyes, there was still some possibility that Lucifer could miss him. He just had to control his breathing and swallowed every moan fighting to come out.
Before he reached to the bushed, however, a hand grabbed him by the hair first.
"I got you, little deer," the hunter whispered above him.
That simple touch send shivers down his entire self straight to his lower abdomen. He gripped that hand back with his own and he couldn't stop himself from taking notice of how soft the wrist of Lucifer was, so warm. Strong, confident fingers that knew everything there was to know about pleasure. He wanted so much to take them into his mouth and lick every single one of them.
"F-fuck off," managed to spat Alastor, fighting against every pore in his body. Behind him, his stupid tail was fanning the air like it could die if it stopped for one second. There was no one in his side except his own mind. Alastor forced a thought about filling up paperwork, math formulas, that awful teacher in fifth grade that stank to cigarettes and whose breath smelled like an entire forest reduced to coal. Anything to force the heat to die down. "L-let me... g-go."
"Mmm." For one singular second, the hunter seemed to consider it. Then the same gun appeared on the side of Alastor's field of vision and dissapeared, in direction to his crotch. "No." Over him the face of the hunter came in full view, a wide pleased smile with sharp, dangerous teeth.
His red eyes almost seemed to be glowing with the small amount of light that reached them. The shine of his blond hair made a frame of his hair that almost made it look like a halo. By all means, it was a beautiful vision, and in any other moment Alastor would have loved to appreciate it.
As things were at the moment, however, as soon the bullet cam in contact with his body, specifically that part of his, Alastor arched himself as the loudest moan he ever remembered giving ripped through forced his mouth in a perfect o. Some tears started to streak his cheek as he suddenly found his face against the dirt again. Everything tingled all over and he officially had no energy anymore. Lucifer may as well could have shoot him with an actual gun in his head, after the forced orgasm had rubbed him of his entire capacity for thought. The cool breeze of the night running through him made him shiver and that was it.
"Oh, you didn't think it would be that easy, right?" The hunter grabbed both his hands and tied him up above his head, before lifting him to carry over his shoulder.
Regardless of whatever else Lucifer had in mind, Alastor let himself close his eyes as he let the man do as he pleased. His whole being was less than air, away from him, and he couldn't be bothered to make his way back to Earth again. The afterglow was just too precious to ruin it like that. Nothing ever could be as wonderful as that.
At some point, he must have fallen asleep or lost consciousness. That was the only explanation for why he suddenly found himself resting on the ground, his two feet kept apart by a metal bar that closed around his ankles. His hands were still tired together, and that is why it took a second to see that there was a chain attached to the metal bar. He had no other option but to acknowledge it when the chain was pulled and he was dragged through the ground. By the time his legs started to be elevated in the air, he was fully awake.
Just as he did, a blinding light passing him by. His ears followed up the sound of the car as it drove away, along with others. That is how he realized now he was on a side of the highway he himself had used to get to the cabin.
"The fuck..." he mumbled, paralyzed. He could stare all those people going to who knows where, passing them by.
"Oh, you are up already!" said the hunter, or Lucifer, whatever, standing next to the tree. At seeing his face, he rushed to kneel next to Alastor and whisper: "They can't see us, remember?"
Alastor blinked looking up to him. Slowly, he made sense of those words. Before running away into the dark, they both had drank a potion Alastor had bought himself to ensure that no matter where they ended up, they would be invisible for any other eyes while still looking normal for each other. The whole area was mainly private, but there weren't fences no hard barriers that a curious explorer couldn't just pass if they wanted to. Alastor haven't come across any person during his escape, that is why that detail had slipped away from him.
Now that Lucifer brought it back again, he nodded with a sigh. Right, all those drivers wouldn't be able to see a thing even if their faces were pressed hard against their windows and moving slow. They would only notice anything at all if they decided to stop nearby and heard them. Nobody seemed about to do it, though, which meant that Alastor was free to make as much noise as he wanted to.
A liberty he wasn't about to throw away.
"Fuck off!" he protested, kicking his legs. The only result, as was to be expected, was the agitating of the metal bar and the clinking of the chain without any other progress. He pulled on his wrists, still joined together. Lucifer knew how to make a good knot, after all. "Let me go, you mister in green!"
Lucifer's face had frozen for a second at his tone, but when hearing mentioning the color he relaxed once again. They could continue, but Alastor wasn't going to put it so simple. Lucifer was dressed in green, camouflage to better hide himself among the flora, but that wasn't the point and they both understood that. The vampire tilted the hat on his head and regained his arrogant smirk.
"I won you over fair and square, little deer," replied the hunter, standing up to the side of the tree. The lights of the cars passing behind him made him look like one threatening looming shadow over Alastor, some kind of demon chasing him. Something about it was so attractive that Alastor could feel his heat rising up. "I was planning to claim you already, but it seems that your flesh needs to be treated properly."
The words claim you travel through his body like some shameless fingers caressing him on the right spots. He shook his head to get back on track. His role wasn't finished.
"Fuck you," spat Alastor.
As Lucifer pulled on the chain again to raise him up, Alastor made a show of struggle that was completely ineffective. The confirmation of how truly helpless he was aroused him a little more. He could never quite understand it. To be reduced to this position should be a nightmare, the worst thing that he could imagine, but actually being on it had an entirely different kind of reaction in his body.
The responsible for it kept pulling on the chain, rising him up until he was fully hanging upside down, his arms barely touching the dirt of the floor. The metal bar got joined to the branch so it was firmly put in place. Alastor could barely balance himself back and forth a little bit, but nothing else. The hunter had truly done a good job with him.
"First," said the hunter, taking out a knife out of his belt. He kneeled in front of Alastor and let the blade casually hang off his hand, close to the face of Alastor. Without a single word of threat, that gesture alone was enough for Alastor to freeze. Even though he knew that knife, the purple handle was unmistakable, and therefore he knew it wasn't destined to hurt him just like none of the bullets were, "I need to skin you, don't I?"
"What...?"
Before he could finish his question, the hunter grabbed his shirt in a fist. It was a plain white one, one that he wouldn't mind losing or seeing destroyed. And yet, when the hunter stabbed it with the knife and from that hole ripped the rest of the fabric back to his abdomen, Alastor was pretty sure that both his heart and his breathing stopped working. The hunter was ever so careful to never let his skin get in contact with the blade, but Alastor still did not dare to move as the hunter continued to stab and cut the sleeves so it would slid off his arms. The now useless pieces of fabric end up in the floor just under him, like a puddle of blood from a prey being drained.
The hunter, likewise, did not care for his pants. The only time Alastor had ever used them was during laundry day, for years. But as he saw them being destroyed off his legs, leaving him expose to the cold of the night, he gasped as if this was completely unexpected for.
"How dare you!" he let out, actively trying and of course failing to close his legs.
"Deer are not supposed to speak" pointed out the hunter with a grin and Alastor actually scoffed in disbelief.
"What? Are a few words more than what a supposed experienced hunter like you can take?" he taunted.
He was looking for a reaction, but he still felt his breath catching in his throat as the hunter grabbed his underwear next and pulled it until the fabric stretched between his soft folds. Alastor's muscles tensed up, not because it hurt, but because he could only imagine what was the hunter seeing for him to lick his lips in the obscene manner he was doing more.
"You are disgusting," let out before he had thought about it.
"I am," said the hunter with a chuckle, repeating the same process with his underwear; stab, pulling of the seams, disregard the whole piece to a side and let it get lost to the ground, "and I am about to make it your problem now."
God, he hoped so. Alastor shook that thought out of his head, bitting on his bottom lip strong. This was still nothing. Lucifer needed to try a bit more harder if he wanted him fawning over him. The hunter took a step back to admire him whole. Alastor shivered and told himself it was because of the cold, not that stare.
"Now that the skin is off," commented the hunter, bending over and pointing with his knife at the center of Alastor's chest. The sharp pointy tip hovered one finger away from him. "Time to see what you got inside that can be useful for me."
Alastor would have liked to have a reaction. Maybe question if he wasn't taking the hunting metaphor a little too far. Anything to undermine what was about to happen. But the hunter didn't gave him any chance before he buried the knife inside. Alastor froze first for less than one second, before the temperature of his body quickly rise up until his face and chest seemed to be caught in a fever.
A croak was the only thing that could push through his mouth as the hunter, slowly, methodically, pushed the blade up his body leaving the flesh behind burning but otherwise intact. There wasn't a single drop of blood, but even if there was, Alastor didn't know if that could actually stop the clenching and pulsing that started out between his legs. The hunter was holding his side in order to keep pushing and that touch alone felt like the most wonderful and frustrating thing he had ever felt. He wanted it all over, immediately, but was unable to make the request. The sensation was too intense to form any words and it was only going to get worse.
As the blade passed from his chest to his abdomen, Alastor's finger closed around each other with the same strength as his eyes. His spine arched forward to follow the weapon's path. Tears started to roll up his face the close the hunter got to his stomach. It was a boiling volcano rising between his guts as the moans spilled out of him. And then the hunter had the audacity of going even slower, leaving him to tremble upside down, bound and defenseless. The position didn't seem to matter, because all his blood was following along and leave his flesh throbbing, his nerves and muscles twitching for more.
His body undulated in a poor attempt to take it where he needed to, but the hunter did not rush in, ignoring him easily.
"Oh my!" laughed the hunter, stabbing him on his belly once, twice again, as all Alastor could do was squirm and groan. So close, and yet, too far away. "You have such tough muscles here, little deer. It takes so much effort to move. My knife may break if I continue on."
Alastor whinned, his voice reaching a high pitch as his vision became blurry. He extended his hands fowards and gripped to the pants of the hunter. His intention was to just grab him, but as he felt the thick muscles underneath he couldn't stop himself from fondling him. The hunter was such a strong man. The hunter with the thick thighs he wanted to kiss and taste on his own.
"P-please..." he managed to say, trembling. "Please."
"Mmm?" The hunter looked down, arching an eyebrow. "Yes? Were you meaning to say something, little deer? I don't know who you are addressing either."
Alastor's nail digged in into the pants, holding to the hunter's calf as if his life depended on it. He may as well could be when the knife was pulled away from him again. At that point he didn't need the magic anymore. It was so good before, but it wasn't enough. It could be a lot better.
"Please, sir, I need it," forced himself to say, squeezing him more. It should be painful for any other person, but the hunter did nothing to stop him. "I would do anything, anything, sir..." he promised.
There was no space in his head to care about pride or acting he didn't want this, more than anything in the entire world. Maybe it was the unfamiliar position or the edging, but in any case it had done it's job. He was giving up. As long he could at least get what he wanted to, he wasn't even going to care about the how.
"Mmm, anything?" said the hunter taking a step back and ostensibly accommodating the bulge between his pants. It was so thick, like a fist bursting to get out, that Alastor licked his lips. His throat was suddenly so dry. "I may have an idea of what you can do for me so I can do that you want."
"Yes, yes." Alastor tried to get his hands up the legs to work on the belt of the hunter. Before he could do anything to it, however, the man pulled back first and bended, pulling the rope that tied his hands back to the ground. The very tip of Alastor's finger brushed against the blades of grass, as the hunter got his face closer.
"Don't be so greedy, little deer," mocked the hunter, patting his cheek. "If you want to be a good little prey for me, then just keep your mouth open. Nothing else. Understood?"
Alastor's nod seemed to agitate his whole body. He didn't need anything more in order to show his whole cavity, to the last molar, as he pulled his tongue out in invitation. He had gotten remarkably better on his oral skills since hiring Lucifer, so he had no reason to worry. Doing it in such a position was still a new experience, one he didn't mind practicing now.
The hunter let out a dark chuckle.
"Very well. See how things are so much easier when you listen?" This time not even those words managed to upset Alastor. He was too far gone at that point to even care. The man opened up his own belt. The sound of a zipper going down, that his ears followed like an alarm, thrilled Alastor intensively. As he opened up his mouth further, the hunter finally opened up his pants and pulled on his underwear to let out a thick cock, hot head and leaking a little at the very tip. It was beautiful, the most gorgeous sight he ever had.
The hunter gold hold him by his sides as he thrusted his hips forward. The member was warm and silky inside of Alastor's mouth. He wasted no time into let his tongue travel all over the shaft, testing the protuberance of every vein, sucking on the swollen end with the salty slot of flesh. As the hunter moved away, however, Alastor laid his tongue on his jaw, the tip barely out to cover for his teeth, offering the perfect welcoming or when he decided to come back.
The hunter pushed again, penetrating through his mouth. Quickly enough, Alastor relaxed the muscles of his throat as far as he could to allow a smooth entrance. Over and over again, his face managed to find the crotch of the hunter. Against his nose the testicles filled his whole world with an aroma that aroused him even more. The fact he couldn't even use his mouth was a plus, if anything else. In that position all he could do was to be that hole that the hunter requested out of him, a place where to pleasure himself, without thinking or having any feeling about it. It was such a delight to be so full, so completely taken by him. Drool creped at the sides of his lips, up to his nose, but he did not care.
When the hunter stabbed him in the belly again, he shook like struck by lightning. All his nerves tensed up at once like pulled by the same hand. A deep seated moan came out almost like a strangled scream, covered by the dick buried inside of him. But far from being a reason to slow down, he moved his head to feel it on every corner possible. The touch of the hunter over his thigh, the thrusting of his hips, everything the man decided to give him was driving him up the walls. It feed directly into the burning sensation on his pussy, clamping down on air.
"This part of your needs more work," grunted the hunter, taking the blade away, but opening him up with own to fingers. The brush of his thumb over his hard as steel little clit send electric charges through Alastor's body. He rocked his hips back and forth, needing so much more contact than that. The hunter rubbed him a few times with a thumb, circles of madness. It wasn't going to be needed so much more before he came. Alastor couldn't do more but to try to bend his knees to get himself even closer. "But I guess you could be ready."
That was all the warning that the hunter gave him before he stabbed him right between his legs. Now he did screamed while having his mouth full, eyes pulled to the back of his skull. He shook all over as the tension became unbearable, like it could break him in half, one single tsunami expanding all over his body: from the tip of his toes, that stretched to the sky, to his face and the rest of his skull. He forgot how to breath. A pure extension of white invaded his mind before he let himself go.
All of him went limp, only held by the metal bar and the chain attached to the tree. His temple was left palpitating as the hunter took a step back and stroke his dick in front of his face. Despite how tired he was, Alastor opened up his mouth again and extended his tongue once again. For some reason, he wanted to still recieve him again even if the action couldn't give him any more pleasure.
"Aww, don't you look cute like that," praised the hunter, getting closer to let him have a taste of the head. Alastor wrapped it on his mouth sucked on it. A hiss came out from up top. "I am going to finish if you continue like that, deer."
Alastor didn't bother to answer. He just kept licking and sucking on the skin, drinking up every portion of precum. All that was the best he could do to show his permission. He was okay with this.
"Alright, you got it." The hunter gripped his sides again, near his ribs, as he pushed his hips into him. This time the movement wasn't as forceful as before and he was helping himself with the other hand. It didn't take long for the man to groan two times, the testicles against Alastor's nose to tensed up as it came the release. All that flavor exploded inside of his mouth. Some of it spilled at the sides and up to his nose, but most of it he was able to catch and keep it inside of his mouth. Some of it he even manage to swallow.
"You look like a mess, little deer." The hunter chuckled, but this time the sound was far more gentler than before. He quickly saved his now soft cock back inside of his pants and closed it off, putting the knife back on his belt. "I have to say, it really suit you," he said, bending over to catch the back of Alastor and hold him up in one arm. Alastor let his arms rest against his abdomen, letting his eyes rest.
With one hand already occupied, with the other Lucifer reached to liberate Alastor's ankles. As soon his legs were free, Lucifer changed his position to go up his shoulder.
"Wait a moment there, Al. I just need to take the things away to make sure nobody finds them."
Alastor nodded without any will left. Not that Lucifer could even see him there anyway. The sound of metal against metal was the only thing he could perceive as Lucifer took the chain out of the branch and then wrapping it around his wrist. Once he was done, he patted the ass of Alastor. It was a soft touch, but his muscles still reacted by twitching.
"Now we are done. Time to go back."
Alastor hummed softly.
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Back on his cabin, Lucifer carried him all the way to the bath tub and prepare a warmth one before leaving Alastor there. As soon his legs disappeared under the water, Alastor let himself relax entirely until the back of his neck rested on the ceramic border. Who needed the rest of the world when they could have this? What else could it matter but this?
Lucifer brushed his hair back and patted his forehead gently, a soft brushing of his thumb. Alastor inclined towards him. It took him a couple of second to find his words again. Damn the consequences.
"Won't you like to come in?" he offered, letting his shoulder fall. "There is plenty of space."
"I am good," said Lucifer, his hand moving to caress his cheek. "You can take a nice long moment to yourself. You have earned it. You did an amazing job out there, Al."
Alastor sighed deeply. Those words of praise fluttered in his chest and stomach, a different kind of pleasure that had nothing to do with magic or other impulses.
"I think I should be the one saying that," he commented with a smile, turning his cheek to rest against the palm of Lucifer. "An... more than acceptable service today."
"Only the best for one of my best clients," affirmed Lucifer, giving him a wink. He looked so handsome, thought Alastor suddenly. So beautiful.
He could barely stand to look at it directly, so he closed his eyes.
"Are you sure? I don't mind," he said, hoping to sound casual.
Lucifer patted his shoulder as he pushed himself up.
"It's okay. I should really go take a bottle for me, you know?" Alastor opened his eyelids. The man was already moving away towards the door. "I will check on you to make sure you haven't drown or anything,"
Alastor scoffed, as if the notion was simply too silly.
"I can take a bath by myself," he protested, straightening up. His body twitched slightly, but learned to relax again soon enough.
"Good for you! I am still going to check. Enjoy yourself!" said Lucifer, directing him a grin before he moved away, closing the door behind him.
Lucifer wouldn't need to go for a drink if he just asked for a sip from him. Alastor frowned at himself for that idea. No, that didn't depend on him. If Lucifer haven't offered, it was his right to do so. He just wished the opportunity ever presented itself for him to say yes, how as long it was Lucifer he wouldn't giving his neck.
Weeks of preparation, of gathering the materials and if he fails he won't have anything.
His little hobby has been discovered. Well, not in its totality but the seeds of doubt have been planted and they'll learn soon enough.
They'll connect the string of bodies back to him, the charming smiling radio host. He could try to deny it, could conjure up a tight alibi or even concrete proof but it won't matter much.
4 more arts to go before i stop drawing for this event dsjhfsjdg anyway go and read it fellas!
This is my contribution to topluciferweek2025! The prompt for day 6 was Alpha Lucifer and hunting! The full picture is on Bluesky, I have the same username there!
I didn’t plan to contribute but when I saw the prompt I just had to. But this is why the comic is not as detailed!
