[ If Alastor is going to play that game, then so will Lucifer. He's respected Alastor's general 'no touch' rule (despite the fact the demon doesn't respect it for anyone else) over all thus far, other than he's been ready to murder him half the time, but nope! Not anymore! ]
You damn well know what I mean!
[ His wings sweep out in a heart beat and he leaps up for the phone, practically climbing Alastor in the process. ]
[ Ok. Props to Lucifer for actually managing to surprise Alastor. No one has dared cross that final line with the Radio Demon thanks to his intimidating threats of bodily harm, but now. ]
[ The sound he makes is barely human as he attempts to throw the little king off himself, a mixture of radio static, microphone feedback and the hissing of a thousand snakes. Overreacting? Maybe. But this is Alastor. Overreacting is his middle name so he pins Lucifer right into the nearest wall and holds him there, the phone forgotten. ]
[ SEE? Hypocrite! Fine with manhandling him with tentacles but can't deal with a little touch himself.
But the absolute racket Alastor makes is brutal on the ears, making Lucifer wince before he gets the 'fun' of being slammed into and pinned against the wall. The six wings spread to either side of him, he grits his teeth before smirking at Alastor, their faces eye-level thanks to his leap up. ]
Aww, is the big bad Radio Demon scared of a little touch when he's being an ass?
[ At least the tentacles were merely an extension of himself. The touch muted so he couldn't actually experience any sensations one to one with them. They were a safe way to interact with someone when he needed to.
Usually. ]
I do not fear anything. Certainly not a pint sized little clown calling himself a king.
[ He snarled, the overlay of his voice having calmed as he kept Lucifer's wrists pinned to the wall over his head. Still, his eyes burn black and his lips pull into a snarling grin. Fuck just how much time did his shadow need to get everything? ]
Just imagine a clone and the shadow have been chilling in the storage room waiting for them to chill
[ Look at that, Alastor giving him an in! Lucifer, if he wanted to free himself, could do so without much difficulty, but now there was something intriguing hanging in front of him. So he grinned right back. ]
Oh? Then prove it. [ His chin came up, jaw angled, a picture of Pride as he hung in Alastor's grasp. He knew Alastor wouldn't be able to meet that kind of challenge without violence, only proving his point. ]
[His lips curled into a sneer as he dug his claws harder into Lucifer's wrists until they sank into the shadows. Once Alastor pulled his hands away, the shadows solidified in order to keep the king trapped in place.]
And how do you suggest I do that? [He asked. Voice condescending but no longer with the edge that tended to drive some demons insane. Propping a hand next to the king's head, he traced the tip of a claw down the front of his vest.] Like this?
[ What the...? Lucifer tilted his head back to look up at his hands, figuring out what Alastor did to him. His brows knit together before he looked back to Alastor, frowning as he pulled against the shadows, testing lightly on the bonds. Alright, actually a little surprised on that. Bit more surprised when Alastor reached out and touched him, but not totally. ]
That's not what you're afraid of. You touch people all the time, regardless if they want it or not. [ Even if his chest arched up a hair into the light touch. ]
[That was far from being the only trick Alastor had up his sleeves when it came to his control over shadows. When he sees Lucifer straining against the bonds, a glint shines in his luminous eyes.]
I have my reasons for keeping physical contact one-sided. Initiating touch is something I can control. Guiding someone's hands where is and is not safe. [Not that Lucifer had much use of his hands at the moment. When the blond arches into the touch, he flattens his palm over his heart.] You seem to want me to touch you quite a lot, majesty. Is thay why you are so antagonistic towards me?
[ The insinuation in Alastor's words made Lucifer's nostrils flare, a scowl taking over the smug grin as his eyes narrowed. ]
Like hell. You can get your dirty little shadows off me right now, sinner. His wings gave a partial flap in, briefly surging him upward against the shadows and putting a strain on the dark magic. The body might be small, but the strength in it was something else. ]
[Well, that was an interesting reaction. His grin stretches wide the more Lucifer struggles and flaps his wings.]
How the tables have turned and so quickly too! No, no. I think I quite like you like this. Particularly since you were just so eager to touch me mere minutes ago. [With a little growl, he used a claw to tear away a button on Lucifer's vest. Sending it flying into the distance. A threat? Or a promise.]
I didn't want to touch you, asshole! You wouldn't give me my ph-- EXCUSE ME! [ There was a matching growl from Lucifer as Alastor damaged his clothing, crimson flashing across his narrowed eyes. ]
And I definitely didn't rip your tacky outfit! [ The threat, he assumed, was of bodily harm, and if Alastor was going down that route, he wouldn't feel bad in doing the same. ]
Then you should have used another method to retrieve your cellular device instead of climbing me as if I were a sentient tree. I do not care that for all intents and purposes that you are the ruler this realm nor do I care that you are Charlie's father. Do not fucking touch me.
[Straightening, he allowed Lucifer to struggle just a little longer before putting a few feet of distance between them and releasing him with a snap of his fingers.]
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[ With the sudden release, Lucifer hit the ground with a grunt, his wings flicking to resettle themselves after having been smushed against the wall. The look he turned up to Alastor was a nasty one, a deep anger boiling beneath the surface. Man issued threats to people for touching him, but had no issue in-
Suddenly, an idea came to him. Yes, that would do. ]
I'll do what I need to retrieve my stolen property. Now, fuck off.
[ Turning his back to Alastor, Lucifer touched the lock on the storage room. It turned at his urging, and he opened the door to step inside. Not that he was enjoying the idea of starting this little 'project', but just to get Alastor to leave.
Though with Alastor at his back now, he smirked to himself. Once the other stepped away, he would drop a very simple curse on that asshole. Make him deal with the consequences of his actions. ]
[ The huff of a laugh leaves Alastor as he sees Lucifer collapse to the ground in a little heap. Even more so when that angry glare met him once the demon looked up, though it was quickly accompanied by a roll of luminous, crimson eyes. ]
Oh, please. Nothing of yours has been stolen If you cannot look past your own pride, it is no wonder you took so long to aid Charlie in her dream.
[ One last sting. A jibe on his way from the room and away from the little devil king. His shadow had gotten what it needed from the storage rooms. Recordings from his shows dating back to the start of the original iteration of the hotel. Proof that Alastor had never had the intention of following the path of redemption that he'd promised to Lucifer's daughter.
With them safe and sound in the newly built tower where they could be guarded, he turned to leave, not noticing the curse befalling him as he left Lucifer to simmer in his work. He still didn't notice it for quite a few hours after the encounter when he used a tentacle made of darkness and shadow to push one of Husk's wings out of his way only to feel something touch his back. He jumped, barely holding back the squeak in his throat that threatened to escape and whipped his head around to see who dared touch him. But... nothing was there.
Then it happened again when his shadow gave Husk a pat on the head, earning it a smack to the hand from the demon which Alastor felt in his own hand. Again, he stiffened, looking around then back to his hand to flex his claws. There was only one thing that made the sensations between himself and his shadow one to one... but he was still far off from that. He had to be.
The final straw came when he threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders while walking with her and discussing the hotel's upcoming banquet. The fawn-like squeak escaped as he jumped back and gave himself a full body shake as the sensation of an arm around his own shoulders made goosebumps flare along his body. Eyes narrowing, he reached out his senses through the shadows and, ignoring Charlies concern, teleported himself right to the little king. ]
[ Alastor never saw the look in Lucifer's eyes at his barbed lash - the hurt, the exhaustion of an ancient being, the haunted glassy eyes of memories of things Alastor couldn't understand. The demon meant to hurt, and he had done so, but it was a crack from a flog Lucifer used often enough on himself in punishment. He only sighed and went to work, going through items of the past when there had been happier times.
By the time Alastor figured out his punishment, Lucifer had his fill of the past and its memories acting like thorn bushes that he had to walk through. No one cut would kill a man, but as the saying went, death by a thousand paper cuts. So when Alastor decided to intrude in on his privacy, the fallen was tiredly in his suite bathroom for a very long, very hot bath. Thankfully for the Radio Demon, he was still waiting for the massive tub (which resembled a giant birdbath more than a tub, in many ways) to finish filling and was sitting on the side ruminating still in his fluffy yellow robe and slippers. Now beneath that was nothing else, but at least he was covered.
And nearly ended up in the tub in surprise of the sudden appearance of someone from the shadows of the room. ]
AW FUCK- [ A flail of limbs before he righted himself, gripping the edge of the tub hard. Damn it, Alastor! ] What are you talking about??
[ Truly, in the moment, Alastor didn't care how tired and ancient Lucifer seemed as he left the room. How there was sure to be a hoard of memories stored inside his head from the millennia he's spent in Hell and the times that came before Hell even existed. He simply wanted to hurt. To lash out and scar. He was tired of being undermined in his work for Charlie when he was here first. A petty notion from an outsider's perspective, but when it came to his plans, it was Very Valid and Very Important.
The Radio Demon is utterly unaffected by the location in which he finds himself in or by the state of undress he finds Lucifer. Even if there's the peek of snowy white thighs or a smooth chest under the fluffy yellow fabric he was wearing. No, no. He needed to focus his energies on what was most important. ]
I know>/i> that you did something to me, Lucifer. [ He didn't want to, not after he still felt the afterburn of touch on his shoulders, but he didn't want Lucifer scurrying away and attempting to escape his wrath, so he grabs the front of the yellow robe to keep the other in place. ] I can feel things. Things I should only be able to experience when I go into rut. [ Too angry to realize his slip of the tongue, he yanks the demon off his feet by the front of his robe. ] You cursed me with something. Take it. Off.
[ A slim eyebrow rose. Well now, isn't that interesting information? Interesting enough that Lucifer doesn't just wriggle out of his robe and leave Alastor with yellow fluff and a naked man. Instead, he smirks up to Alastor and purposefully steps that much closer to him. ]
Or you'll what, Alastor?
[ The robe hadn't exactly been well belted before and Alastor's yank had opened it more, putting most of his chest on display at this point but Lucifer had yet to notice in his desire to press Alastor harder. ]
You've no proof I've done anything~ and what if the devil's decided you should taste a little of your own medicine, hmm?
[ The realization that he's said just a little too much finally registers, but it's too late to take back the words. All he could do was press forward- quite literally in this instance as he pushes Lucifer back against the edge of his bird bath-like tub. It's takes every ounce of strength in him to ignore how the more he touches the demon, the more his body begins to awaken. ]
Do you really wish to test me? After I so effortlessly had you pinned to a wall just this morning?
[ His knee presses forward, the madness of the situation brought on by the little curse cooking his senses enough that he slots his knee right up between Lucifer's thighs to keep him further pinned in place. ]
If there is anyone here that deserves a taste of his own medicine, it is you.
[ Lucifer gives a bark of a laugh at the comment about pinning him so easily, though his words to follow are cut off as Alastor does something entirely unexpected and puts his knee up somewhere entirely more private. His body sends a giant electric ? up to his brain, to which he has to go ABORT, ABORT, DO NOT RESPOND before it stirs up anything. ]
First off- turn the water off before we flood the place. Second off- are you really going to threaten me, sinner? With the thought you can really do anything to make me regret my choices? Keep dreaming.
[ His grin pulls into a snarl as Lucifer laughs, claws flexing in the fabric he still held in a tight grip. Alastor himself didn't respond to the command, but his shadow, the little fucking traitor, saw some sense and turned the faucets until the water stopped flowing. ]
See, that is where you are wrong. I do not threaten. I promise. Now.... [ Rolling his neck, he did what he could to regain at least a measure of composure as the more he touched Lucifer, the less he wanted to pull away. ] If you do not tell me what it is exactly you want me to do for you to remove this curse, I can promise that I will hoist you up by your wings over the hotel and allow all of your denizens to see just who it is that leads us.
Lucifer hardly looks impressed at Alastor's threat, but he huffs through his nose at it and stands, forcing Alastor to either back up as he comes nearly body to body with him, or suffer being that close together. ]
You need to learn some respect. Until then, just have to be aware of just how much you touch others but turn into an even bigger asshole than normal if someone dares to touch you in return.
[Alastor stiffens as he holds his ground and refuses to cower back in Lucifer's presence. Even if it meant coming into complete contact with the smaller demon.]
I give plenty of respect to those who have earned it. Just what have you done to earn my respect? You have no fucking idea why I avoid others touching me. Why I need the control in my favor.
From the moment I walked into the hotel, you already disrespected me. [ Don't think he missed that, not one bit, and the continued disrespect that happened until Lucifer turned it back on Alastor and tried to figure out who this guy even was. ]
I gave you your space until you decided to steal my phone! And how am I supposed to know that until you tell me?! Instead, you're happy to get all grabby-feely on me! [ With a pointed look down, then back up again before he purposefully squeezed his thighs on either side of Alastor's knee. ]
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[ SERIOUSLY? Playing keep away?! Grow up! ]
Manners suggest that if you pick up someone's phone, you don't go reading it- and you give it back!
[ No wonder Charlie wants to whap both of them any time they're in the same space for long. ]
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[ He absolutely will continue acting like a 12 year old, jerking the phone up and down so the phone stays juuuuuuust out of Lucifer's reach. ]
Ah ah ahhhh, not until you say the magic word, my king.
[ Lucky for the both of them, Charlie is away and what she doesn't know won't hurt her. ]
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You damn well know what I mean!
[ His wings sweep out in a heart beat and he leaps up for the phone, practically climbing Alastor in the process. ]
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[ The sound he makes is barely human as he attempts to throw the little king off himself, a mixture of radio static, microphone feedback and the hissing of a thousand snakes. Overreacting? Maybe. But this is Alastor. Overreacting is his middle name so he pins Lucifer right into the nearest wall and holds him there, the phone forgotten. ]
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But the absolute racket Alastor makes is brutal on the ears, making Lucifer wince before he gets the 'fun' of being slammed into and pinned against the wall. The six wings spread to either side of him, he grits his teeth before smirking at Alastor, their faces eye-level thanks to his leap up. ]
Aww, is the big bad Radio Demon scared of a little touch when he's being an ass?
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Usually. ]
I do not fear anything. Certainly not a pint sized little clown calling himself a king.
[ He snarled, the overlay of his voice having calmed as he kept Lucifer's wrists pinned to the wall over his head. Still, his eyes burn black and his lips pull into a snarling grin. Fuck just how much time did his shadow need to get everything? ]
Just imagine a clone and the shadow have been chilling in the storage room waiting for them to chill
Oh? Then prove it. [ His chin came up, jaw angled, a picture of Pride as he hung in Alastor's grasp. He knew Alastor wouldn't be able to meet that kind of challenge without violence, only proving his point. ]
Right tho?? Just eating popcorn watching the show
And how do you suggest I do that? [He asked. Voice condescending but no longer with the edge that tended to drive some demons insane. Propping a hand next to the king's head, he traced the tip of a claw down the front of his vest.] Like this?
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That's not what you're afraid of. You touch people all the time, regardless if they want it or not. [ Even if his chest arched up a hair into the light touch. ]
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I have my reasons for keeping physical contact one-sided. Initiating touch is something I can control. Guiding someone's hands where is and is not safe. [Not that Lucifer had much use of his hands at the moment. When the blond arches into the touch, he flattens his palm over his heart.] You seem to want me to touch you quite a lot, majesty. Is thay why you are so antagonistic towards me?
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Like hell. You can get your dirty little shadows off me right now, sinner. His wings gave a partial flap in, briefly surging him upward against the shadows and putting a strain on the dark magic. The body might be small, but the strength in it was something else. ]
Or I'll make sure you regret it.
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How the tables have turned and so quickly too! No, no. I think I quite like you like this. Particularly since you were just so eager to touch me mere minutes ago. [With a little growl, he used a claw to tear away a button on Lucifer's vest. Sending it flying into the distance. A threat? Or a promise.]
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And I definitely didn't rip your tacky outfit! [ The threat, he assumed, was of bodily harm, and if Alastor was going down that route, he wouldn't feel bad in doing the same. ]
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[Straightening, he allowed Lucifer to struggle just a little longer before putting a few feet of distance between them and releasing him with a snap of his fingers.]
Clone: "Think they'll ever get along?" (also sorry on late tag! been crazy busy @_@)
Suddenly, an idea came to him. Yes, that would do. ]
I'll do what I need to retrieve my stolen property. Now, fuck off.
[ Turning his back to Alastor, Lucifer touched the lock on the storage room. It turned at his urging, and he opened the door to step inside. Not that he was enjoying the idea of starting this little 'project', but just to get Alastor to leave.
Though with Alastor at his back now, he smirked to himself. Once the other stepped away, he would drop a very simple curse on that asshole. Make him deal with the consequences of his actions. ]
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Oh, please. Nothing of yours has been stolen If you cannot look past your own pride, it is no wonder you took so long to aid Charlie in her dream.
[ One last sting. A jibe on his way from the room and away from the little devil king. His shadow had gotten what it needed from the storage rooms. Recordings from his shows dating back to the start of the original iteration of the hotel. Proof that Alastor had never had the intention of following the path of redemption that he'd promised to Lucifer's daughter.
With them safe and sound in the newly built tower where they could be guarded, he turned to leave, not noticing the curse befalling him as he left Lucifer to simmer in his work. He still didn't notice it for quite a few hours after the encounter when he used a tentacle made of darkness and shadow to push one of Husk's wings out of his way only to feel something touch his back. He jumped, barely holding back the squeak in his throat that threatened to escape and whipped his head around to see who dared touch him. But... nothing was there.
Then it happened again when his shadow gave Husk a pat on the head, earning it a smack to the hand from the demon which Alastor felt in his own hand. Again, he stiffened, looking around then back to his hand to flex his claws. There was only one thing that made the sensations between himself and his shadow one to one... but he was still far off from that. He had to be.
The final straw came when he threw his arm around Charlie's shoulders while walking with her and discussing the hotel's upcoming banquet. The fawn-like squeak escaped as he jumped back and gave himself a full body shake as the sensation of an arm around his own shoulders made goosebumps flare along his body. Eyes narrowing, he reached out his senses through the shadows and, ignoring Charlies concern, teleported himself right to the little king. ]
What the fuck did you do to me?
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By the time Alastor figured out his punishment, Lucifer had his fill of the past and its memories acting like thorn bushes that he had to walk through. No one cut would kill a man, but as the saying went, death by a thousand paper cuts. So when Alastor decided to intrude in on his privacy, the fallen was tiredly in his suite bathroom for a very long, very hot bath. Thankfully for the Radio Demon, he was still waiting for the massive tub (which resembled a giant birdbath more than a tub, in many ways) to finish filling and was sitting on the side ruminating still in his fluffy yellow robe and slippers. Now beneath that was nothing else, but at least he was covered.
And nearly ended up in the tub in surprise of the sudden appearance of someone from the shadows of the room. ]
AW FUCK- [ A flail of limbs before he righted himself, gripping the edge of the tub hard. Damn it, Alastor! ] What are you talking about??
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The Radio Demon is utterly unaffected by the location in which he finds himself in or by the state of undress he finds Lucifer. Even if there's the peek of snowy white thighs or a smooth chest under the fluffy yellow fabric he was wearing. No, no. He needed to focus his energies on what was most important. ]
I know>/i> that you did something to me, Lucifer. [ He didn't want to, not after he still felt the afterburn of touch on his shoulders, but he didn't want Lucifer scurrying away and attempting to escape his wrath, so he grabs the front of the yellow robe to keep the other in place. ] I can feel things. Things I should only be able to experience when I go into rut. [ Too angry to realize his slip of the tongue, he yanks the demon off his feet by the front of his robe. ] You cursed me with something. Take it. Off.
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Or you'll what, Alastor?
[ The robe hadn't exactly been well belted before and Alastor's yank had opened it more, putting most of his chest on display at this point but Lucifer had yet to notice in his desire to press Alastor harder. ]
You've no proof I've done anything~ and what if the devil's decided you should taste a little of your own medicine, hmm?
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Do you really wish to test me? After I so effortlessly had you pinned to a wall just this morning?
[ His knee presses forward, the madness of the situation brought on by the little curse cooking his senses enough that he slots his knee right up between Lucifer's thighs to keep him further pinned in place. ]
If there is anyone here that deserves a taste of his own medicine, it is you.
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First off- turn the water off before we flood the place. Second off- are you really going to threaten me, sinner? With the thought you can really do anything to make me regret my choices? Keep dreaming.
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See, that is where you are wrong. I do not threaten. I promise. Now.... [ Rolling his neck, he did what he could to regain at least a measure of composure as the more he touched Lucifer, the less he wanted to pull away. ] If you do not tell me what it is exactly you want me to do for you to remove this curse, I can promise that I will hoist you up by your wings over the hotel and allow all of your denizens to see just who it is that leads us.
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Lucifer hardly looks impressed at Alastor's threat, but he huffs through his nose at it and stands, forcing Alastor to either back up as he comes nearly body to body with him, or suffer being that close together. ]
You need to learn some respect. Until then, just have to be aware of just how much you touch others but turn into an even bigger asshole than normal if someone dares to touch you in return.
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I give plenty of respect to those who have earned it. Just what have you done to earn my respect? You have no fucking idea why I avoid others touching me. Why I need the control in my favor.
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I gave you your space until you decided to steal my phone! And how am I supposed to know that until you tell me?! Instead, you're happy to get all grabby-feely on me! [ With a pointed look down, then back up again before he purposefully squeezed his thighs on either side of Alastor's knee. ]
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In which Luci does a blep.
omg a luci blep
they are too precious
they really are its ridiculous
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im sorry for taking so long on this 🙏
Never apologize!! I am just really happy you tagged again as I adore this thread ♥
thank you ;w; i love this thread too honestly
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Sorry I've been a bit slow!! Life has gotten surprisingly busy recently.
don't be sorry <3 life is constantly like that with me so i understand <3
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