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[ 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. ]

What the fuck did you do to me?

[ 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.

[ Smart little shadow.

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. ]

BECAUSE I WAS HERE FIRST. I was doing more than enough for this hotel before your intervention. [ He snarls out, still sore that Lucifer encroached on his turf even if he was the King of Hell. ]

I was going to- hhh! R-Return it! [ He can't help how his voice stutters, the radio effect overlaying his words peeking as those thighs squeeze around his knee, making him shift and accidentally rub up into Lucifer's crotch. A rub he felt in full thanks to the curse and made him brace against the edge of the tub with his free hand to stop himself from doing it again. ] And I only grabbed you because I did not want you to escape.

You don't get to say who is or isn't allowed to be here because this hotel isn't your territory - it's MY daughter's! [ Alastor will get a taste of his own medicine as it's his own damn fault that Lucifer's even able to do what he's doing with his thighs as Alastor decided to shove his knee up there!

That skip of static puts a tally mark on Lucifer's side of the board. ]

I'm sure you were. [ With a dry tone and a roll of his eyes. ] You could have had your little peek and returned it to my hands and you wouldn't have gotten yourself set up to be touched! But noooooo, it has to be everyone else's fault, doesn't it?

[ Squeezing his thighs again, but this time down as well. ]

And I was the one helping her, not you. [ Alastor refused to admit defeat, even in the face of it. He'd heeded Charlie's call for aid, first. He'd poured his time, effort and power into fixing the hotel but there waltzed in the king to flaunt his power as if it were no big deal in the slightest to throw his weight around. On top of that judging the decor he'd poured his heart into! Talk about an insult! ]

All I asked was for you to say please and I would have given the infernal thing back to you right away. But you had to let your Pride get in the way, didn't you? Does the little king not know how to say please?

[ A small gasp leaves him as Lucifer grinds down onto his knee, sending a fresh wave of heat up into his own groin as the contact affects him just as much. So much so that he has to rest his forehead against the other's shoulder as he can't help but push his knee further up to rub harder. ]

She called me, even if you refuse to acknowledge that, and I'm sure you would have said please if I'd taken something of yours. [ With a snort to follow his dry tone, but then it goes back to a snap. ] Face it - you hold others to a level that you refuse to give to them!

[ Lucifer had taken the blows of Alastor's words every time the other judged him as a father and had never taken them easily. The other threw those spears without hesitation, knowing how much damage they'll do every time because Lucifer knows they're true. He's doing better, he's trying to make up for his failures, even if neither his daughter nor anyone else knows or understands the reasonings behind them. ]

Do you actually need to be touched, sinner? [ Lucifer's voice drops, speaking nearly right into one of those furred ears. ] You ask about my pride, but what about yours?

[ Biting his own lip, not immune to his own friction, he rolls his hips forward and back in a familiar motion over Alastor's knee and up part of his thigh. ]

That still does not mean that you needed to have come in here with your judgements on the hotel. Throwing our hard work in her face and mine. [ His tongue clicks behind sharp teeth in contempt. ] And so what if I do? Even if I were to have behaved as a perfect little submissive subject for you, it is not as if you even see me as a person.

[ Alastor's shadow had heard the way the king thought of his own subjects. Not believing them capable of being saved because they were nothing but monsters bringing violence and chaos. Sure, he was right when it came to Alastor, but the point still stood. ]

Shut your... fucking mouth. [ His ear flicks from the low words spoken against it. ] Trust me when I say... you do not want to know the full extent... of the curse I was given when I came to Hell. [ He can't stop himself from slipping his other leg between Lucifer's so that he was nestled right between the demon's thighs. A hand drops down to grab onto the other's ass as they grind against each other. ] The reason I refuse to allow myself to experience touch unless I am in control of the manner in which I am touched. [ Reasons like this very moment as he presses his face into the crook of Lucifer's neck, desperate to hide how much he wanted more but unable to stop. ]

[ As small as he is compared to Alastor, Alastor getting between his thighs hikes Lucifer right up around the taller demon's waist with his legs coming around him. Lucifer's head falls back, his chin tipping up as his body aches in need. It's been so damned long since he's been touched, and all that self-buried desire surges up with Alastor's actions. It's a simple grind, catching them both through layers of fabric, but it doesn't stop his cock from growing hard even if it's Alastor. ]

You are one soul... among billions! You know nothing about what's come before you except for your- your self-centered world view. Of course you'll see everything I think as a slight against yourself!

[ A hand comes up and grasps into Alastor's coat, holding to the fabric in a tight grip as the other holds to the edge of the tub while steam settles thick around them. ]

Try me.

And I do not care about your grand, infinite fucking knowledge of the universe nor of your judgements because you have seen it all from your ivory fucking tower! [ He can feel the fever beginning to take him over. Driving him to madness as he grinds himself against Lucifer. Breathless, he presses a heated kiss to the demon's pale neck to moan that comes long and low from the back of his throat as his cock throbs in his pants. ]

I hate you so fucking much. [ He snarls as he tears his jacket off and begins ripping at his bowtie. Once his suspenders are hanging by his rolling hips, a tentacle slides up under the other's robe to probe at his entrance from between where Alastor's claws spread it wide. ] Don't you dare try to say that I did not warn you.

[ Holy shit, does Alastor go from 0 to 100 faster than Lucifer could have dreamed! Before he can even process the kiss on his neck, making him instinctively bare his throat back for more, he loses track of where Alastor's hands have gone but it doesn't take much to realize what's touching him isn't a hand. It snaps Lucifer's eyes wide open - when did they even close?! - and he sucks in a breath. ]

What the fuck do you think you're doing-?! [ The loosely closed robe has mostly fallen open, specially when Lucifer squirms in his shock, revealing just what the devil carries and it isn't what most would guess. Just behind the otherwise normal cock and balls are a set of lips, just in front of where Alastor's tentacle is trying to enter. ]

[ His teeth graze at the soft flesh as Lucifer bares his throat for more. Not enough to cut into the skin, but certainly enough for him to feel the danger of their sharp points. He straightens himself to set Lucifer against the edge of the tub and gives a roll of his eyes as he spreads the demon's thighs for his tentacle to tease at the other's slit. Probing deeper and deeper with each flicking motion until it was wriggling inside him. ]

Relax. I hardly think you would want my claws inside you. You wanted me to try you, well here I am. This is why I keep myself in complete control when it comes to touch. Too much sends me over the edge. Just be glad I am not in the midst of a rut or you would already be on my cock without the aid of my tentacle to loosen you first.

I- that's not what I meaaaaaantohdeargod. [ Lucifer's eyes roll back mid-sentence, feeling the alien sensation of the tentacle moving inside of him. If the threat of Alastor's teeth is anything terrifying for the devil, it certainly doesn't show in how he had pressed into them.

Hell, this is what has been around his daughter all this time?! It's like a ticking time bomb ready to go off with people like Angel in the hotel! This damn insane deer..! ]

I didn't say you could- fuck- [ He reaches out for Alastor, his hands grasping wherever they'll be able to touch, lips parting. ] F-Fucking hate you..

[ His grin turns sharp as he wills the tentacle deeper inside the other demon. Thrusting mercilessly to make him writhe and moan even further. When Lucifer's writhing presses him against Alastor's fangs, he tastes the king's golden blood on his tongue and laps at it eagerly.

This was the exact reason he avoided being touched too much and controlled what touches people gave him by initiating the contact first. Making sure it would be somewhere innocuous where it couldn't trigger the low, simmering heat that lived under his skin. He hasn't indulged his ruts in quite some time, in spite of the many offers (mostly from Angel Dust) of sex, there was no one currently at the hotel that he could fully trust with the knowledge of what Alastor was capable of. ]

I believe it is far too late for that, dear. [ Opening the front of his trousers, the Radio Demon finally freed his erection from the confines. The length of him seemed almost intimidating as he grasped both of their cocks and began to stroke them slowly. The barest hint of his knot was present right at the base of his cock, inflating bit by bit as the tentacle fucked the King of Hell open getting him ready for his cock as it began to ache to be inside him. ] I hate you more.

[ Whatever covered the tentacles that Lucifer ended up having to magic out of his damned coat earlier that day is coming into effect here, opening up the smaller and forcing out some very intriguing noises. Or maybe that's the bite, which Lucifer moans when the sharp tips break skin, which Lucifer matches blow for blow as his claws dig in on Alastor's shoulder and his back, nearly around his side.

It feels like that slippery tentacle is trying to get up to his stomach, making Lucifer's eyes squeeze shut as he gasps with each thrust deeper. The heat of Alastor's cock against his is fierce, but it also gives the fallen a realization of the differences in their size. Lucifer is proportional to himself, though does that matter as much when the man is a proven shapeshifter?

Lucifer shifts his grasp so both hands are at Alastor's shoulders, giving him enough purchase to rock into the hand wrapped around both of them as well as the tentacle inside of him. He groans low at the dual feeling, even as his mind shrieks at him to stop all of this he is being a fool!

With gold dripping down his collarbone, he swallows wetly before speaking. ]

Then fuck me, damn it!

[ A long, low hiss escapes through his teeth as he feels the prick of claws digging through his shirt and into his skin. The pain makes his hips jerk against the other as he strokes them in his fist though he hides the moan that threatens to escape by pressing his mouth to the marks he'd just made and suckling the spot. ]

If you insist, your majesty. [ He breathes hotly against Lucifer's ear. The tentacle has barely enough time to leave the wet warmth of the demon's slit before Alastor is pushing inside as deep as he can go. Giving no time for Lucifer to adjust to the difference between cock and tentacle, he begins a punishing pace. One hand grips a pale thigh as the other hand braces against Lucifer's back to keep the demon king from falling back into the water as Alastor fucks him. ]

Fuck-!

[ The curse rings loudly into the bathroom as Alastor slams himself home, his whole body going into overload as it tries to decipher pain and pleasure from one another but given no time to do so. Alastor has no concept of slowing down but damn it, maybe it's for the better, given that none of this should be happening any how. Lucifer's forehead falls to somewhere around Alastor's shoulder, gasping audibly with every thrust in as it drives the breath out of him.

When Lucifer's vision clears, it leaves him looking down at himself and his eyes widen when he realizes he can see the rounded bulge of Alastor's cock set against the walls of his abdomen with every thrust, the visual making him groan loudly. As his hand finds the collar of Alastor's shirt, either the fabric or a fastener will go first because his mouth wants at the skin beneath. It's pure mindless, carnal reaction - as if either of them have had a single logical thought in the last several minutes - that as soon as the ashen skin is on display, his teeth find flesh and bite down. ]

[ His grin turns sharp and almost manic as Lucifer takes him deep and cries out a pleasured curse. After making a nice bruise on the demon's neck, he tilts his head down to watch himself sliding in and out of the other, Lucifer's cock going unattended between them even as his own gives a throb inside tight walls.

When Lucifer tears open his shirt, revealing the ashy skin covered in a downy coating of fur and crisscrossed with scars, it's Alastor's turn to cry out and push himself all the way inside, knot and all. The knot at the base of his cock grows larger and harder as he feels it popping in and out of the twitching hole, taking the rest of the blood from the Radio Demon's brain until he finds himself unable to do much more but give rough, shallow thrusts of his hips. ]

A greedy little bastard, are you? You want me to fill you with my seed that badly, king?

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