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The sleek drone hummed almost imperceptibly as Vox guided it through Hell's smog-choked skies.
His screen flickered with anticipation, cyan teeth bared in a grin as the newly remodeled Hazbin Hotel came into view.
"Let's see what you're up to, old pal," Vox purred, his clawed fingers dancing across the controls.
The drone glided silently over the hotel's new rooftop gardens, a stark contrast of lush greenery against Hell's desolate landscape.
Vox's pupils contracted as he spotted his targets.
Alastor and Lucifer were strolling among the foliage.
Alastor's crimson hair gleamed in the hellish light, his ever-present smile a mask of amusement as he kept his hands folded neatly at the small of his back.
Beside him, Lucifer's smaller frame radiated power—as much as it echoed frustration with every gesture of his blackened hands. .
“What do we have here?" Vox mused, zooming in on the pair. "A lover's quarrel?"
He strained to hear their conversation, cursing the limitations of even his most advanced technology. He reached for a dial, tunning away.
"Just wait," Vox muttered, his screen crackling. "One of these days, I'll catch you slipping, Alastor. And when I do…" He trailed off, lost in visions of finally besting his rival.
Alastor's body language spoke volumes, however—the tilt of his antlers, the sharp gestures of his gloved hands. Classic Radio Demon needling.
"I'm telling you, the color scheme is fine!" Lucifer's shrill voice carried through the audio feed. "The pink would be perfectly fine if you weren’t always covering it in blood splatters!"
Alastor's static-laced chuckle grated on Vox's nerves.
"My dear, I believe you're overthinking this. The sinners won't care about aesthetics when they're being tortured."
“Alastor,” Lucifer huffed, rubbing at his temples with the long fingers of his right hand. “They’re not being tormented, they’re being redeemed.”
“I fail to see the distinction.” The Radio Demon said brightly.
Alastor’s permanent grin was etched onto his face as always, but his usually relaxed posture was now tense. His ears flicking constantly with irritation.
Next to him, Lucifer's normally suave demeanor was replaced with an obvious groan of frustration.
They were a pressure cooker about to pop.
As he watched, a pang of something uncomfortably close to jealousy twisted in Vox's gut. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing instead on the potential for chaos unfolding before him.
Vox's screen flickered with desire and disdain as he manipulated the drone's camera, panning slowly down Alastor's lithe form.
Even fully clothed from neck to wrist to ankle, the Radio Demon's silhouette was maddeningly seductive. The crimson pinstripe suit hugged Alastor's slim waist, flaring slightly at his hips before tapering down long legs.
Hiding the soft curves of an omega’s body beneath sharp angles and layers of fine fabric.
"Damn you," Vox muttered, his teeth gritting in frustration. "Why do you have to look so good?"
He zoomed in, capturing the subtle sway of Alastor's hips as he walked.
The Radio Demon's backside was pert, perfectly small in his mind. He imagined gripping those hips, claiming that body, making the omega writhe—until his circuits buzzed with want.
The TV demon's fingers twitched and Vox refocused on the conversation unfolding before him.
"And the plumbing is atrocious," Alastor's voice crackled through the feed. "Really, sire, one would think the King of Hell could conjure better pipes."
Lucifer's face tinged gold with a flush. "Don't push me, Alastor. You’ve treading on thin ice."
Vox leaned closer. What was that supposed to mean?
“Treading?” Alastor's grin widened. "My dear, I’ve been tap-dancing on it." He leaned down to the angel’s level. “You’ve simply failed to crack, yet.”
"Last warning," Lucifer growled. "Red light. Quit while you’re behind."
Red light? What kind of threat was that?
On screen, Alastor's ear twitched, his head tilting in a coquettish manner that Vox had never seen before.
There was something in Lucifer's posture, a coiled tension that spoke of barely restrained power.
Alastor's laugh rang out, sharp and challenging. "Make me, your majesty.”
“You asked for it!”
Lucifer's hands shot out, grasping Alastor by the lapels of his precious coat and slamming him against the gnarled trunk of a nearby tree. The impact sent a shower of crimson leaves cascading around them.
"Oh my," Alastor purred, his voice crackling with static. "How terrifying, I’m simply shaking in my boots."
Vox's screen glimmered with excitement, his grin stretching wider than should be possible on his digital face. "Come on, old man," he urged. "Put that pompous asshole in his place."
Lucifer's grip tightened, his knuckles like ash against the deep red of Alastor's coat. "You never know when to stop pushing, do you?" the fallen angel growled, his face inches from Alastor's perpetual, petulant smile.
"Where would be the fun in that?" the omega replied, his tone light and teasing despite his precarious position. "Besides, I do so enjoy seeing your feathers all…ruffled."
Vox's brow furrowed in confusion. He had expected Alastor to fight back, to summon his shadows or at least attempt to break free.
Instead, the Radio Demon seemed almost…relieved?
As he was being tossed around by the devil himself.
On the screen, Lucifer leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper that Vox had to strain to hear. "Are you sure you're prepared for the consequences, Bambi?"
Alastor's eyes glinted with mischief, his grin widening impossibly. "Oh, I'm counting on them."
Lucifer yanked Alastor down by his lapels, crushing their lips together in a fierce kiss. The action was so sudden and shocking that Vox's digital eyes widening in disbelief.
"What the actual hell?" the TV demon sputtered, his voice glitching as he processed the scene before him.
The kiss was rough, brutal, and anything but loving. Lucifer's hand snaked up to grip Alastor's hair, tugging it sharply as he deepened the kiss. For a moment, the omega seemed to melt into it, his usual rigid posture softening.
But then, just as quickly, Alastor's hands flew up to Lucifer's chest, shoving hard against the angel.
It was like pushing against a stone wall—Lucifer didn't budge an inch, but he did pull back, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Is that all?" Alastor taunted, his voice husky and slightly breathless. "I expected more from the mighty King."
Lucifer's eyes flashed lethally, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Oh, you want more?"
The angel gripped Alastor's shoulders and forced him down. Until the Radio Demon's knees hit the ground with a dull thud.
Vox's excitement intensified, a thrill running through his circuits. "Now that's more like it," he chuckled darkly. "Look at the high and mighty Radio Demon now, on his knees where he belongs."
He watched the devil grab for the demon’s hands in one of his. Lucifer's grip tightened on Alastor's wrists, pinning them roughly against the gnarled bark of the tree.
The fallen angel leaned in, capturing Alastor's lips in another searing kiss. Alastor's eyes widened momentarily before fluttering shut, a soft hum emanating from his throat.
Vox's screen flared in disbelief.
"Since when do you put up with so much mouth to mouth?" he muttered, his voice tinged.
With one hand still restraining Alastor's arms, Lucifer's other hand deftly popped open the buttons of the demon’s shirt collar. "Such a needy little omega," Lucifer purred, his breath hot against Alastor's ear.
"Needy? Al? " Vox scoffed, rolling his digital eyes. “As if.”
Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. "If you need attention so badly, Bambi, you could just ask."
Alastor's permanent grin widened, an impish glint in his eyes.
"Now where," he drawled, "would be the fun in that?"
Lucifer's hand shot up, gripping one of the Radio Demon’s antlers and yanking his head back. The deer let out a startled gasp, exposing the pallid column of his throat.
Lucifer's gaze fixed on the spot where Alastor's mating gland lay hidden beneath his skin.
"Is he going to…?" Vox leaned forward, his circuits humming with anticipation, half-expecting Lucifer to tear into Alastor's throat for his insolence.
Lucifer's mouth descended on Alastor's exposed neck, lips latching onto the sensitive mating gland.
Vox watched intently, still expecting gore, when suddenly Alastor's ears drooped and a sound escaped him that the TV demon had never heard before—a deep, throaty sigh.
"What the hell?" Vox muttered.
Alastor's eyes fluttered closed, his usual sharp grin melting into an expression of blissful surrender. Another moan vibrated through the air, sending a jolt of surprise through Vox's circuits.
Vox's digital jaw dropped.
He had never, in all their encounters, heard Alastor make a sound like that.
Nights spent tangled in silk sheets, Alastor's lithe body beneath him, cool and unresponsive. The Radio Demon's smile fixed in place, eyes half-lidded with boredom rather than interest. Vox had always assumed Alastor was simply cold, uninterested in physical intimacy beyond using it as a tool for manipulation.
But this... this was different. Alastor's usual rigid control was crumbling, his body arching into Lucifer's touch.
Another moan escaped him, lower this time, almost a purr.
"Since when do you make noises like that, you smug bastard?" Vox muttered, his voice glitching.
He zoomed in closer, drinking in every detail.
Alastor's chest heaved with each ragged breath, a flush creeping up his neck to stain his greyish cheeks. His ears, usually perked and alert, were drooped in capitulation.
And his eyes…Vox had never seen them so dark, pupils blown wide with unmistakable desire.
Lucifer's hand slid lower, teasing at the waistband of Alastor's trousers. The Radio Demon's hips bucked forward, seeking more contact.
A whimper—an actual fucking whimper—fell from Alastor's lips.
Vox's circuits buzzed with arousal and indignation. He remembered countless nights of trying to coax even the slightest reaction from Alastor.
The Radio Demon had always lay there, occasionally offering a sarcastic quip or rolling his eyes.
At best, he'd been a pillow princess. At worst, a corpse in bed.
Vox's gaze snapped back to the screen, drawn by another breathy sound from Alastor. He cursed under his breath, realizing he'd missed a crucial moment while lost in his own thoughts.
"Thank Satan for recording," he muttered, his eyes widening as he took in the scene before him. Wincing when he realized he was thanking one of the men on the screen.
Vox shook the idea off.
The Radio Demon’s usual sharp tongue seemed to have deserted him, replaced by breathy gasps and needy whines. When Lucifer nipped at his collarbone, Alastor threw his head back with a keening cry that sent shockwaves through Vox's system.
It was so fucking over the top that—the tv demon seized on the realization with both clawed hand hands.
Alastor…had to be acting. Overacting.
He was the manipulative little dandy from Vox’s bed—it must be Lucifer’s ego that needed all this porn star shit.
"You little minx," Vox snarled. "You were holding out on me all this time?"
He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer's hand dipped lower, disappearing between Alastor's legs.
The Radio Demon's reaction was immediate and intense. His back arched off the tree. His antlers scraped against the bark, leaving gouges in the wood.
Lucifer had Alastor pinned against the tree, the Radio Demon's coat and shirt pulled open to reveal a torso marred with a myriad of scars.
Vox's receivers flickered, desire and resentment coursing through him at the sight.
"Not as untouchable as you pretended to be," Vox sneered, watching Lucifer's hand disappear beneath the waistband of Alastor's slacks.
Vox scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping him. "Good luck with that, sire. Our prudish deer boy never—"
His words died in his throat as Alastor's head fell back against the tree, a low, staticky moan escaping him.
Vox's circuits nearly short-circuited at the sight.
"He always smacked my hand away if I even tried to get him off!"
Realization dawned on Vox as he watched the way the devil’s wrist moved. He wasn’t stroking at the omega’s cock—he was shoving those fingers inside Alastor.
"Good luck getting him wet, old man," Vox scoffed, his voice laced with bitterness. "Our dear Radio Demon's about as responsive as a dead battery."
Alastor's voice, dripping with disdain, echoed in his mind. "Such an unpleasant chore. But if it'll shut you up for five minutes…”
"Just another performance to stroke a more powerful ego, eh, Alastor?” Vox's grip tightened on the control panel.
The deer demon always seemed to prefer the fighting over the fucking—before and after.
On the screen, Lucifer slowly withdrew his hand from between Alastor's legs.
Vox leaned forward, anticipating the look of bored arrogance on the Radio Demon's face.
Only to see the glisten of omega slick on the fallen angel’s fingers.
Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a rare display of embarrassment that sent a jolt through Vox's system. He watched, transfixed, as Lucifer brought those fingers to his mouth, cleaning them with slow, deliberate swipes of his forked tongue.
Alastor's voice crackled through the drone's speakers, impatient and breathy. "Enough teasing, you insufferable alpha. Hurry up and fuck me already."
Vox's screen quivered violently, a chaotic swirl of jealousy, anger, and a perverse fascination he couldn't ever shake when it came to Alastor.
"Hurry up and get it over with," he mimicked in a mocking tone. "At least that’s familiar."
Lucifer's hands moved to Alastor's trousers, fingers deftly working at the fastenings.
In a sudden flourish, the fallen angel's magnificent white wings unfurled, their span impressive even through the drone's limited view. The feathers, tipped with crimson, created a shimmering curtain around the couple.
"Oh, come on!" Vox groaned to the sky at being denied his peep show.
To his surprise—and Lucifer's—Alastor's voice rang out, clear and commanding despite its underlying breathiness.
"Put those away, would you?" Alastor purred, his grin sharp and hungry. "I want to get my legs around you properly, darling."
Vox's screen crackled with static, his own shocked expression reflected back at him. Since when did Alastor ask for anything in bed?
Lucifer hesitated, confusion evident in the tilt of his head. "But I thought you'd prefer some privacy, my wicked little doe."
Alastor's laugh was dark and rich, sending an involuntary shiver down Vox's non-existent spine. "Privacy? In Hell? How delightfully naïve."
His clawed hands traced down Lucifer's chest. "Now, be a good alpha and do as you're told."
“You’re gonna pay for that one, too, Bambi.” Lucifer's eyes glowed as his own horns extending from his disheveled blonde hair.
“With interest, Darling.” Alastor purred, his voice a static-laced croon.
With a bemused smile, Lucifer complied, his wings folding back and disappearing from view.
Vox found himself leaning even closer to his monitors, arousal and bitter envy coursing through his circuitry.
The rough bark of the ancient tree scraped against Alastor's back, his shirt just hanging off his shoulders, as Lucifer pressed him firmly against its trunk. The radio demon's fingers dug into the wood, leaving deep gouges as his long legs parted, wrapping around Lucifer's smaller frame.
His hooves brushed the ground, but the archangel's supernatural strength kept him effortlessly pinned.
A sharp gasp escaped Alastor as Lucifer snapped his hips forward—the alpha obviously burying his cock inside the omega.
The warbly moan that followed sent ripples of interference across Vox's screens.
"Fuck," Alastor managed, his smile taking on a strained quality. "I suppose that's one way to compensate for your stature."
Lucifer stilled immediately, his brow furrowing. "Are you alright, Al? We can stop if—"
Alastor's laugh crackled through the air. "Don't you dare, you infuriating cherub. I was merely making an observation."
Vox seethed silently, the barbed compliment stinging more than he cared to admit. He'd never elicited such…enthusiasm from the Radio Demon.
"An observation, hmm?" Lucifer's voice was low, dangerous. "Perhaps I should give you more to pay attention to."
Alastor's grin widened impossibly, his head tilting at an unnatural angle as he met Lucifer's blazing gaze.
To Vox's utter astonishment, a sound unlike any he'd ever heard from the Radio Demon escaped those sharp-toothed jaws—a cloying, submissive omega croon.
"Alpha," Alastor purred, his voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Don't keep me waiting. Show me what that divine strength can do."
Lucifer's eyes narrowed, a wicked grin spreading across his angelic features. "As you wish."
With a growl that shook the very foundations of Hell, Lucifer began to move.
The ancient tree groaned in protest as he slammed Alastor against it, setting a brutal, punishing pace that had the Radio Demon gasping and clawing at the bark.
Vox writhed in his control room. His screen flickered wildly as he watched, certain that at any moment Alastor would start his usual routine—taunting, teasing, urging the alpha to hurry up and finish.
But the cutting remarks never came.
Alastor remained uncharacteristically hushed, not silent, save for the tuneless gasps and moans that escaped him with each thrust.
"This can't be real," Vox muttered, his voice tinged with static. "He's faking it. He has to be."
Vox's screen crackled with incredulity as he devoured Alastor's reactions.
The Radio Demon's perpetual smirk had vanished, replaced by open-mouthed gasps of pleasure.
Each thrust from Lucifer was met with unbridled enthusiasm, Alastor's lithe body bowing to meet the smaller alpha's powerful movements.
"Inconceivable," Vox hissed, his digital eyes narrowing. "Since when does the great Radio Demon submit and simper like a common whore?"
But the evidence was undeniable.
Alastor's crimson eyes were half-lidded, his antlers scraping against the tree bark as he threw his head back in abandon.
Lucifer's hand snaked between their bodies, his fingers curling around Alastor’s hard prick.
Vox leaned forward, a cruel chuckle escaping him. "Good luck with that, old man. The prude never wants to—"
His words died as Alastor not only allowed Lucifer's touch but seemed to revel in it. The omega's arms draped around Lucifer's shoulders, pulling him closer.
"That's it, darling," Alastor purred, his voice rough with need. "Don't stop."
Vox's screen flashed violently.
Alastor's composure crumbled entirely, his usual theatrical flair replaced by raw, primal need. His claws dug into Lucifer's back, slicing the fabric of the vest the devil wore.
"Alpha," Alastor implored, his voice crackling with static.
Lucifer growled, a sound that sent shivers through both Alastor and the watching Vox.
He captured Alastor's lips in a bruising kiss, hips snapping. Blood red leaves began falling from the tree with every tremble.
Vox's screen wavered erratically, mirroring his inner turmoil.
"This can't be real," he muttered. "It's another one of his tricks. It has to be."
As Lucifer and Alastor's coupling intensified, the air around them crackled with demonic energy.
The fallen leaves at their feet began to smolder, wisps of smoke curling upward.
Alastor's usual composure shattered completely, his carefully cultivated image crumbling under the onslaught.
"Alpha, please."
Lucifer's eyes glowed with hellfire as he growled, "Such a needy little doe. Is this what you wanted all along?"
He punctuated his words with particularly brutal thrusts, each one drawing a keening whine from the Radio Demon. Alastor's legs tightened around Lucifer's waist, trembling down to his red hooves.
Alastor's ears flattened against his head, a whimper escaping him.
"Alpha, please," he chanted, the words dripping with submission. "My alpha."
Lucifer captured Alastor's lips in a searing kiss, swallowing the Radio Demon's moans.
His hand moved faster on Alastor's cock, thumb swiping over the sensitive head with each stroke. Alastor's hips bucked wildly, caught between the dual sensations of Lucifer's hand and his relentless cock.
The tree behind them groaned, its trunk beginning to splinter under the force of their fucking. Cracks spread through the bark, mirroring the fractures in Alastor's usual mask of control.
His radio dials eyes spun wildly, tuning in and out of different frequencies as pleasure overwhelmed his senses.
"Lucifer," Alastor gasped, his voice breaking.
"Come for me, Bambi," Lucifer commanded, his voice resonating with unearthly power. "Show me how good I make you feel."
With a final, brutal thrust, Lucifer buried himself to the hilt inside Alastor.
The Radio Demon threw his head back as a cry of pure, unadulterated pleasure tore from his throat.
Lucifer stilled against him, grabbing the splintered tree trunk as his hips stuttered and finally stilled.
Vox's screen dimmed, a hollow ache spreading through him.
In all their time together, he had never seen Alastor so…content to surrender. And so satisfied with having done so.
They clung to each other, riding out the waves of pleasure.
Vox watched, transfixed, as Lucifer peppered Alastor's face with gentle kisses.
Soft laughter broke the silence, the tangled lovers falling to the soft grass and leaves at the base of the tree, arms still wrapped around each other.
Alastor's smile, for once, reached his eyes. “You will not hear the end of it if you ruined my coat.”
"You're incorrigible," Lucifer murmured, nuzzling the omega’s cheek.
"You wouldn't have me any other way."
The omega shifted, a small frown crossing his features.
"Well, this is a predicament," he mused, his radio-static voice tinged with amusement.
Lucifer chuckled, his golden hair falling across his forehead, until the Radio Demon’s hands started to right it.
“Hope you don’t need to be anywhere else, Bambi.” The angel chuckled, settling Alastor more comfortably into his lap. “Cause we’re gonna be stuck for a while.”
The realization hit Vox like a surge of electricity.
Alastor had allowed Lucifer to knot him.
The same Alastor who had always used his shadow powers to escape being tied down to Vox.
Resentment, hot and searing, mingled with a deep-seated anger that made his screen crackle—a painful truth began to crystallize.
"He never…not once…" Vox muttered, his voice distorting.
Alastor's fingers intertwined with Lucifer's. His gaze drifted to a fallen magnolia blossom near his hooved feet. With an elegant motion, he plucked it from the ground, his perpetual grin fixed in place, even as the delicate petals withered and browned at his touch.
Melancholy just flashed over that smile, but both alphas caught it.
Lucifer's eyes softened, sliding his other hand into Alastor's.
A warm, golden glow emanated from their joined fingers, enveloping the wilted flower.
Alastor watched, fascinated, as life surged back into the blossom.
Its petals unfurled, pristine and luminous, more vibrant than before.
"How curious," he mused, his radio-tinged voice barely above a whisper. "Your touch brings life, while mine—"
"Dont," Lucifer interrupted gently, tucking the rejuvenated flower into the lapel of Alastor’s coat. "We balance each out."
A genuine smile, softer than his usual manic grin, tugged at Alastor's lips. "I suppose we do, don't we?"
Suddenly, Alastor's head snapped towards the stealthy drone, his radio-dial eyes locking onto the camera.
His lips didn’t move, but that unmistakable voice crackled through the speakers around Vox.
"Enjoying the show, old friend?"
Vox sputtered. "How did you—"
On the screens, Alastor’s grin sharpened, turning wicked as his pupils began to spin.
Vox's face blue-screened with panic.
The air crackled with electromagnetic energy as Alastor's power surged.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you? It's rude to spy."
Vox's meticulously crafted surveillance network disintegrated in an instant, leaving only snow and static in its wake.
"No, no, no!" he snarled, his voice distorting with digital feedback. His fingers flew across the console, desperately trying to salvage the feed. "You smug, Bambi, bastard!"
The screens before him erupted in a cacophony of pixelated chaos.
The footage was gone, corrupted, irretrievable for blackmail. Or Vox’s private collection.
He slammed his fists on the console. "Damn you, Alastor!" His scream reverberated off the metal walls.
Back in the garden, Alastor's smirk widened, a mix of triumph and mischief dancing in his eyes. He savored the moment of Vox's frustration cast across the radio waves.
Then, the omega nestled closer to Lucifer.
His ex could have a tantalizing little show, but the afterglow…that was just for his alpha, and himself.
Alastor turned his attention back to Lucifer, a contented sigh escaping him as he settled more comfortably in the fallen angel's lap.
The knot tying them together pulsed gently, sending pleasant aftershocks through both their bodies.
"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice a low, staticky rumble. "Where were we?"
Lucifer's arms tightened around the Radio Demon, one hand coming up to cradle the back of Alastor's head. His fingers threaded through the soft red hair, careful to avoid the sensitive bases of Alastor's antlers.
"Right about here, I believe," Lucifer murmured, drawing Alastor into a slow, languid kiss.
Gone was the fire of before, replaced by sweetness and affection.
Alastor's lips parted with a soft sigh, allowing Lucifer's forked tongue to slip inside. The fallen angel tasted of brimstone and honey, an intoxicating combination that had Alastor melting further into his embrace.
When they finally broke apart, a dazed smile playing on Alastor’s lips.
Lucifer chuckled, pressing a series of feather-light kisses along the demon’s jaw.
"You're beautiful like this," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's skin. "
A faint blush colored Alastor's cheeks. "Flattery will get you everywhere, darling," he quipped, but there was no real bite to his words.
A faint buzzing filled the air as the drone, now useless, plummeted from the sky. It crashed behind the hotel with a satisfying crunch.
Lucifer, still knotted deeply inside Alastor, jerked around. "What was that?"
Alastor's grin never faltered. "Oh, nothing to worry about, darling," he purred, his voice a silky blend of amusement and innocence. "Just another one of those pesky flying cameras being zapped by your magnificent barrier."
Alastor shifted slightly on the fallen angel’s lap, drawing Lucifer’s attention back to him.
The garden around them was a vibrant tapestry of hellish flora, the air thick with the heady scent of sulfur and sweet blossoms. Alastor's ears twitched, picking up the faint rustle of leaves and distant screams of the damned.
"Now then," Alastor purred, his voice carrying the crackle of radio static, "I believe it's time for a little…privacy, don't you think?" His crimson eyes glinted with mischief as he gazed at Lucifer. "You can bring out those magnificent wings of yours, darling."
Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk, a mixture of amusement and affection dancing in his eyes.
"Oh? And here I thought you enjoyed putting on a show, scandolizing the plants and all."
Despite his teasing words, he unfurled his six majestic archangel wings, their pearlescent feathers catching the eerie light of Hell.
Then, they were wrapping around them both in a cocoon of soft white feathers. The air grew warmer, filled with the scent of alpha contentment and omega bliss.
“Now, why would I ever want to share you?” Alastor hummed, cupping Lucifer’s face close to him.
As the wings enveloped them both, creating a cocoon of ethereal beauty, Alastor felt a rare moment of true contentment wash over him.
The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them in this intimate sanctuary.
Lucifer's voice, low and rich, broke the silence. "You know, Alastor, if you're needing attention, you can simply ask for it. No need for all this…taunting and provoking."
Alastor chuckled, the sound a mix of static and genuine mirth.
"Oh, but my dear Lucifer," he responded, his grin widening impossibly, "where would be the fun in that?"
That was the thrill of their little game, the push and pull that made their relationship so deliciously unpredictable.
"Besides," Alastor thought to himself, tracing a finger along Lucifer's jawline, "half the enjoyment is in the chase, isn't it?"
Alastor shifted, a mischievous glint in his radio-dial eyes. He rolled his hips experimentally, relishing the sensation of Lucifer's knot still buried deep inside his ass. An unmelodic moan escaped his lips, mixing with the ambient sounds of the garden.
Lucifer's hand shot out, gripping Alastor's hip where fawn spots adorned his skin.
"Easy there," he warned, his voice a mix of amusement and desire. "If you're aiming for another round in our room, you might want to pace yourself."
The Radio Demon's permanent grin widened. "Why would I take it easy on someone with infernal stamina?" he purred, leaning in close. "After all, aren't you the one who boasted about your…endurance?"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, a challenge in his eyes. “ I thought you might be, done, for the night."
"Oh, mon cher," Alastor chuckled, his voice dipping into a lower register. "I just needed to break the seal, so to speak." He closed the distance between them, capturing Lucifer's lips in a searing kiss. As they parted, Alastor's expression softened ever so slightly. " When we return to our room…well, I might be persuaded to show a sweeter side."
Lucifer's eyes widened a fraction, recognizing the rarity of Alastor's offer.
The Radio Demon leaned in, his breath ghosting over Lucifer's ear as he whispered, "That side of me is just for you, after all."