Ex-Excuse me? [ Lucifer's head comes up at that, frowning unhappily at the implications running rampant through Alastor's word choices. ] Did you just call me a slut? [ How fucking rude! ] No I'm not that 'easy' to impregnate, thank you very much. You just fucked me so full of your seed I practically look halfway there!
[ It did give him a bit of a belly, though the idea of this tiny, thin body swollen large enough to carry a child seems utterly impossible in many ways. ]
Asshole. [ With a grumble and he turns his head to put it back on Alastor's chest, closing his eyes. It's comfortable and warm and his legs aren't likely to cooperate with him, so the last thing he wants to do is actually move. ...Unless it is directly to bed. ...maybe with Alastor there because the idea of being alone after all of that sounds like a one way ticket to the literal depths of depression for him. ]
[ Alastor can't help but laugh, an honest, true laugh, when Lucifer glared up at him. ] If I were calling you a slut, majesty, I would have called you a slut. I am merely referring to your wife. [ Ex-wife? ] You were married for quite some time, were you not? You cannot convince me that you and she laid with one another just a single time to produce Charlie.
You are quite correct, however. You look quite swollen now that I look at you. [ He teased with a hand running down between them over the swell of the other's belly. ] Allow me to praise you for making me cum so much while not in a true rut. There are not many demons that have been capable of such a feat.
[ Alastor should leave. He was spent and filthy and could feel the beginnings of hunger set in. But... it was far too comfortable for him to want to leave and, well... it wouldn't be very becoming to abandon Lucifer in such a state, now, would it? After a few moments of silence, Alastor finally wrapped his arms around the other and summoned the shadowy tentacles to lift their bodies out of the water. ] I think we have been in this water long enough. We should dry off before it becomes cold.
[ Snort. Lucifer, for whatever reason he can't say, accepts Alastor's answer. Maybe because Alastor can be bat-to-the-skull blunt about certain things and insults tend to be just that from him. ]
No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]
And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.
[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]
[ He smirks as whatever Lucifer was about to shoot back with was quickly cut off. Honestly, Alastor can only imagine what dirty little secrets he was about to spill out between them. ]
You shall simply have to work harder in order to maintain that spot, will you not, majesty? [ He chuckles as he sets them on the edge of the tub and swings his soaked lower half out of the water. Ah. That's right. He was still wearing much of his clothing. With a shrug of a shoulder, he extends his tentacles around to search for towels or... anything, really. Even a curtain would do to soak up some of the water weighing down his pants. ] Such is the nature of my curse here in Hell. When you are cursed to need sex during a semi-regular event, one learns how to do it properly and efficiently so that there is as little of a headache as possible during those times.
[ Suddenly, the water soaking him and the remnants of their sexual activities clinging to him was wiped away with a wave of a hand and the most deadpan 'ta-da' he's heard since Husk last showed off a card trick. ] Well. That is quite handy, isn't it? [ Well, at least now he could comfortably lead them to the king's bed. Given the way he was being clung to, he can only imagine it signaled one thing and well... given his inclination towards after care, he might as well give in to the silent request. ]
I do hope you keep your chambers locked. I do not think we want Charlie or any of the others to walk in on us, do we?
[ Well, he supposes that makes sense, even if somewhat news to him. How had Alastor been handling it thus far, then? A single regularly set up, a random choice per rut, or simply anyone he could grab and devour afterward? All three notions had their severe downsides, though the first would be the safest route most likely, but then who would be able to handle that semi-regularly? His curiosity was his own damn curse because now he wanted to know. ]
The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.
The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]
...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?
[ Alastor's methods varied from seeking someone to temporarily entrust them with this secret of his and then consuming them should they cross any lines to simply isolating himself entirely for long periods of time and allowing the pain to pass on its own. Both choices were abhorrent, but at least the first was... ever so slightly easier to deal with. ]
Good. I doubt she would react well to seeing us like this. [ He wasn't naïve, after all. He knew there was still very little trust between himself and the Princess of Hell, even if he was slowly working his way into her good graces. Regardless, he would catch little moments, the hesitation to say something around him, the refusal to entrust him with a matter. She was sheltered and naïve when it came to the issues she sought to solve in Hell, but just smart enough to not trust Alastor completely.
A brow raises as he takes in sight of the nest-like bed, but Alastor makes no comment as he lifts them into the pillows in order to get as comfortable as they could. ]
Not in... a very long time. The last time was... perhaps a few decades after my death? He stuck with me for quite some time, got close to me. I... thought we could trust each other, but.... Then he met someone and things took quite the turn for the worse.
That was a little more than seven years ago, now, that we had our falling out. Since then I have merely... gotten by. Mostly by ignoring the need until I am able to come back to my senses.
[ After all, Lucifer had raised her to not take shit from demons!
It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
[ Given how Lucifer had been clinging to him since the bath, Alastor isn't surprised to find the little king curling up against his chest. Pulling a blanket around the other's nude form, he keeps his arms curled up around Lucifer, allowing him to soak up the Radio Demon's warmth.
It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
[ Lucifer's voice changes when he speaks next, something dull and removed in his words in a method to try and protect himself from how deep the wound is behind them. He even unconsciously tightens up on himself, staring down the length of their covered bodies. ]
I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
[ Alastor notices the shift in the mood, hears the way Lucifer's tone changes. But most surprisingly of all, he feels a measure of... empathy for the little king. Even his shadow reacted, sliding itself against Lucifer's back to cradle him from behind with soft, chittering words of sympathy. ]
It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.
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[ It did give him a bit of a belly, though the idea of this tiny, thin body swollen large enough to carry a child seems utterly impossible in many ways. ]
Asshole. [ With a grumble and he turns his head to put it back on Alastor's chest, closing his eyes. It's comfortable and warm and his legs aren't likely to cooperate with him, so the last thing he wants to do is actually move. ...Unless it is directly to bed. ...maybe with Alastor there because the idea of being alone after all of that sounds like a one way ticket to the literal depths of depression for him. ]
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You are quite correct, however. You look quite swollen now that I look at you. [ He teased with a hand running down between them over the swell of the other's belly. ] Allow me to praise you for making me cum so much while not in a true rut. There are not many demons that have been capable of such a feat.
[ Alastor should leave. He was spent and filthy and could feel the beginnings of hunger set in. But... it was far too comfortable for him to want to leave and, well... it wouldn't be very becoming to abandon Lucifer in such a state, now, would it? After a few moments of silence, Alastor finally wrapped his arms around the other and summoned the shadowy tentacles to lift their bodies out of the water. ] I think we have been in this water long enough. We should dry off before it becomes cold.
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No, pretty much every night we f- [ Realizing what Alastor started to pull out of him, his mouth closes with an audible click of his teeth and a rumble at the back of his throat. Damn the fact that Alastor physically acknowledging the current curve of his belly makes him shiver from head to toe. He's given too much to the Radio Demon tonight as it is. ]
And here I thought no one would top my score. [ His voice dry, but he does find himself curious enough to ask. ] Actually, I'm surprised you've done this with anyone at all. [ Oh great, Lucifer, that sounds like an insult. ] I mean, you never seemed the type to want to have sex, period.
[ As Alastor cradles him close and hoists both of them up, a phenomenon he is more used to than he'd admit (what, he had a very large wife!), he can at least take care of the 'filthy' part. With an odd-handed sweep of his fingers, it will rid both of them of the... exterior filth and leave them dry. ] Ta da~ [ The blandest 'ta da' in the history of existence, but Lucifer is getting the chance to enjoy something he hasn't gotten to do in a while - cuddle. ]
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You shall simply have to work harder in order to maintain that spot, will you not, majesty? [ He chuckles as he sets them on the edge of the tub and swings his soaked lower half out of the water. Ah. That's right. He was still wearing much of his clothing. With a shrug of a shoulder, he extends his tentacles around to search for towels or... anything, really. Even a curtain would do to soak up some of the water weighing down his pants. ] Such is the nature of my curse here in Hell. When you are cursed to need sex during a semi-regular event, one learns how to do it properly and efficiently so that there is as little of a headache as possible during those times.
[ Suddenly, the water soaking him and the remnants of their sexual activities clinging to him was wiped away with a wave of a hand and the most deadpan 'ta-da' he's heard since Husk last showed off a card trick. ] Well. That is quite handy, isn't it? [ Well, at least now he could comfortably lead them to the king's bed. Given the way he was being clung to, he can only imagine it signaled one thing and well... given his inclination towards after care, he might as well give in to the silent request. ]
I do hope you keep your chambers locked. I do not think we want Charlie or any of the others to walk in on us, do we?
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The door's locked. [ As if he wanted anyone from the Hotel to enter his rooms, but of course Charlie is, normally, typically welcomed. ...There are certainly things he would prefer her never to see beyond just having someone in his bed besides her mother.
The bed is a massive thing that, with a sweep of his hand, the dark emerald curtains draw back on one side and tie themselves back. Grey silken sheets and a mass of pillows make up a mess across the bed's surface, but a careful eye might pick up that it resembles a bird's nest in an abstract way, circular and piled. ]
...soooo has one person been subjected to your semi-regular needs or are you dealing with some unfortunate who happens to be nearby when it strikes?
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Good. I doubt she would react well to seeing us like this. [ He wasn't naïve, after all. He knew there was still very little trust between himself and the Princess of Hell, even if he was slowly working his way into her good graces. Regardless, he would catch little moments, the hesitation to say something around him, the refusal to entrust him with a matter. She was sheltered and naïve when it came to the issues she sought to solve in Hell, but just smart enough to not trust Alastor completely.
A brow raises as he takes in sight of the nest-like bed, but Alastor makes no comment as he lifts them into the pillows in order to get as comfortable as they could. ]
Not in... a very long time. The last time was... perhaps a few decades after my death? He stuck with me for quite some time, got close to me. I... thought we could trust each other, but.... Then he met someone and things took quite the turn for the worse.
That was a little more than seven years ago, now, that we had our falling out. Since then I have merely... gotten by. Mostly by ignoring the need until I am able to come back to my senses.
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It turns out that Lucifer really is a cuddler, because he immediately stays snug up against Alastor's side and tucks his head in close. He isn't going to comment on it, he doesn't expect Alastor to comment on it; it's just... a thing that is happening. Better to just leave it at that.
Besides, Alastor is surprisingly warm and he can close his eyes and soak up some of that warmth. People spoke of Hell being a place of fire and brimstone and eternal burning, but in reality, it was always kind of chilly in the Pride ring. Now Wrath on the other hand...
He listens to Alastor's story, and realizes he has an idea of who the other was speaking of. Seven years ago... it's hard to ignore when two power houses end up in a fight that nearly kills both of them, and it had been a major discussion between himself, Carmine, and Zestiel not long afterward. It had been one of the last 'kingly' things he had done before... before...
Before all the darkness in his soul rose up to swallow him whole. ]
...sounds like seven years ago was a bad time for us both.
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It was hard talking about the fallout with Vox, even now, seven years after the altercation that sent him into hiding. They had been so intertwined that Alastor almost believed himself to be....
No. He wasn't going to allow himself to think about it. Not if he wanted to stay there and not retreat into his lonely darkness. Consumed by the solitude he'd wallowed in for far too long. ]
Oh? Dare I inquire what happened?
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I woke up one morning alone. No note, no word, nothing. ...and it's been that way ever since.
[ There is little doubt to what this can be about - Lilith. The way his body slumps after he admits it aloud indicated that his self-created defenses against the pain aren't working nearly as well as his public persona suggests.
Why is he even telling Alastor this? The sinner is sure to use it against him, mock him... and now he's let someone fuck him ten ways from Sunday and he isn't even certain he feels guilty about it.
With a groan, Lucifer turns his face to hide it against Alastor. It was easier when he was just lost in the first pleasure he's allowed himself since she left and he didn't have to think about what they were doing. ]
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It is not as if I care about any of this, but... you are not alone now. Here. With us, I mean.
[ But, ah. Why was he even still there? He could just as easily melt into the darkness and return to his own room to rest. Leave Lucifer to wallow in whatever grief he was allowing to consume his mind for the moment and attempt to come to terms with the fact that he had just fucked the King of Hell.
And enjoyed it.
He'd enjoyed fucking Lucifer.
A lot.
Smothering those thoughts like an infant in its crib, Alastor pulls Lucifer's face up and kisses him on the mouth. ]
Sleep. If you wish to have me removed from your chambers when you wake up, so be it, but for now... sleep.