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Upon returning to the palace after his visit to Charlie’s new hotel, Lucifer stormed into his office. He made a beeline for his filing cabinet and the Sinner files within. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d opened it, but judging from the cloud of dust when he yanked it open, it had been a while.
Maybe a century or two. (Or five.) But who was counting?
He plunged his arm into the liminal space inside and flailed it around as he willed the file he was looking for into his hand. It would’ve helped if he’d gotten the bellhop’s last name, but the so-called “Radio Demon” was infamous enough he was able to find it in less than a minute.
“Ah ha!” he crowed as he yanked it out of the abyss. He swept the clutter on his desk into a pocket dimension, quickly slamming it shut again before the teetering piles within could careen into a full blown avalanche.
Lucifer slapped the manila folder down onto the freshly cleared space and used his powers to pull his office chair closer, plopping into it and opening his prize. He skimmed over the file, looking for anything that jumped out at him.
Alastor Doré. Born January 1st, 1900. Died December 31st, 1933, aged thirty-three. New Orleans, Louisiana. Serial killer (duh), cannibal (yeah, he figured after watching him swallow those Sinners whole), became an Overlord in 1934…
The slim profile of the folder was deceptive, given the fact all of them were the same size, able to hold infinite numbers of pages. He flipped all the way back to the final page, eyebrows darting up when he realized he’d read entire novels shorter than Alastor’s file. A significant portion detailed his goings on upon entering Hell, while the section of his life while still living was minuscule by comparison.
Even with all he’d done after falling into Hell, his Living file should have been longer. There was little more information in it than a list of his sins. Were the angelic scribes responsible slacking? He flipped back to the front, checking who’d compiled the dossier and frowned at the name signed in equally perfect penmanship. Iakovos.
His work was normally more thorough than this, albeit a bit…old-fashioned. He was fond of including things that weren’t actually sins, more just…frowned upon, giving himself mountains of additional, unnecessary work in the process. Just because he didn’t personally agree with some things, didn’t mean they counted toward a Sinner or a Winner’s final tally.
Lucifer consulted the index before locating the section where Iakovos tended to include his “additional notes,” flipping to it and arching a brow. Crossdressing, forgery, fraud, counterfeiting, identity theft, solicitation, perjury, practicing medicine without a license…
The human understanding of such acts was a bit more strict than Heaven’s. While something like forgery would be a crime in the Living World, the circumstances were taken into consideration and used to determine whether or not something was actually a sin, as far as Heavenly Law was concerned. So none of those crimes listed had been deemed as sins. Odd, given the fact Lucifer couldn’t think of any reasons why some of them wouldn’t be.
Lucifer absently tapped a claw against the desk as he considered his options. That bastard was absolutely up to something. While he could abduct him and try to torture it out of him, he had a feeling the asshole would sooner let Lucifer permanently end his miserable existence than answer his questions. He had the look of someone who would choose to die out of spite alone.
No, he’d have to save that as a last resort.
However… He had another option that might work… It wasn’t easy and it wasn’t something he could do often, but he was capable of stepping into a Sinner’s past life. The greater their sins, the easier it was for him to locate them in the vast expanse of time and space. Lucifer was also significantly less likely to draw Heaven’s attention in the process. What could he do, after all? Convince a godforsaken soul to sin even harder?
He could pop back into the Radio Demon’s living days, get the information he needed (maybe get him to agree to a deal to protect Charlie), and then be back with no one the wiser.
It was a perfect plan.
It was not, in fact, a perfect plan.
Lucifer hadn’t visited the Living World in over a century and had forgotten how new of a thing cellphones and the internet were. In his defense, time just kind of blended together when you reached a certain age. It had gotten even worse with how quickly humanity had been pumping out technological innovations. He swore it was just yesterday that they’d invented the wheel!
A hundred years wasn’t that long ago. So why did it feel more like he’d stepped back a thousand years instead?
He’d wandered around the outskirts of the city, holding his cellphone up in an attempt to get a signal. Then he’d caught sight of an old timey car and slapped himself in the forehead. He should’ve brought the file with him, or at least jotted some notes down or taken photos of the pertinent info. Like Alastor’s address.
Asking around a city as big as New Orleans for a single soul was like trying to find a needle in a haystack. He got himself some beignets and sulked on a park bench as he ate them, wracking his brain for a new perfect plan.
If he was pre-Radio Demon Alastor, where would he be? What sorts of things did a Radio Demon do? What pastimes did one enjoy?
He nearly unfurled his wings and shot into the sky when it hit him.
Radio Demon.
Radio.
Lucifer stuffed his last beignet into his mouth, using his powers to banish all of the powdered sugar dusting his suit. He hazarded a glance around before casting a glamor over himself and using his wings to launch himself up and over the city.
The handful of radio towers scattered below were easy to spot. He selected one at random and got lucky on his first try. Soon he was back in the air and then landing again in what looked like a humble, but well-maintained part of town.
Following the directions he’d been given by the receptionist, he all but skipped up the steps to a tiny, bright blue house to rap at the door. It was nearing early evening and Alastor apparently hadn’t had to work today, so hopefully he was at home. Lucifer had considered portaling himself inside to scare the fuck out of the bastard, but he apparently lived with his mother and twin sister and, so far as he knew, they didn’t deserve that kind of treatment.
Twin. Poor girl, having to share a womb with someone like that for nine months. He hoped she and their mother were both in Heaven after being subjected to thirty something years with Alastor.
Lucifer heard someone moving inside and he threw on a smile, only to blink when the door opened and he found himself face-to-face with a Black woman who could only be Alastor’s mother. He and his sister must have both taken after her side of the family. She smiled warmly at him, but there was a wary glint in her hazel eyes.
“Good evening, ma’am! I was looking for Al Doré!” The receptionist had informed him Alastor preferred the nickname to his full name.
Her brow furrowed and her wariness increased tenfold. “Al Doré? May I ask why?”
Odd. Before Lucifer could ask, someone walked up the steps behind him and the hair on the back of his neck inexplicably prickled. He glanced over to see a young woman who looked even more like Alastor than his mother did, which was saying something. She, however, had much fairer skin.
“Oh, Alice!” her mother said, glancing between the two of them. “Do you know this gentleman?”
While their mother was of a height with Lucifer, Alice was over a full head taller than him. The height must have come from their father’s side…
She met the older woman’s gaze and Lucifer realized there was a silent conversation happening between the two of them. It ended with her mother lifting her brows and tilting her head ever so slightly toward him. Alice gave a shake of her head in answer, the gesture so subtle Lucifer only noticed it because he was paying such close attention.
“I can handle this, mama. Why don’t you head back inside?” Alice offered with a smile as warm and bright as the sun.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, ma’am. I’ll join you in just a moment.”
She had only a slight New Orleans drawl, but with a unique melodic timbre that left Lucifer eager to listen to her for as long as she was willing to indulge him. They both waited for her mother to go back inside before Alice turned back to him, all smiles.
Alastor sure as fuck hadn’t learned his creepy ass version of the expression from either of them.
“I’m afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sir. How can I help you this evening?”
Lucifer smiled back at her. “I’m looking for your brother, actually. Al.”
She tilted her head. “Oh? And why is that? I hope he hasn’t gotten into any trouble!”
If only she knew…
“Is there a message I can pass along for you?”
Was there? What was he going to say? Meet me out in the Waffle House parking lot?
“I’d rather speak with him in person.”
She studied him, the intensity of her gaze almost unnerving. Why, he had no idea. It wasn’t like she could hurt him. He was the literal Devil, for one. For another, she was a willowy sort of thing and human.
“I’m afraid I can only pass along a message to him, if that’s the case,” she finally answered.
“Do you know when he’ll be back? I can just wait for him.”
Her smile became close lipped. “He may be a while.”
“I’ll come back tomorrow.”
He swore her eye twitched.
“Sir, I’m sure your business with my brother must be very important, however I hope you can understand that people might get the wrong impression if you spend too much time here.”
Wrong impression? Lucifer turned her words over in his mind. That he was in a relationship with Alastor or something? He supposed that could be a problem, this day and age.
And then it hit him like a ton of bricks. He was a white man, in the south, in 1930, and he was insisting on lingering at their doorstep to speak to her brother while refusing to provide any insight into why.
Fuck, he was an idiot. No wonder her mother had been worried!
“Oh sh—I am so sorry, ma’am! I hope I didn’t make you and your mother uncomfortable! It’s nothing bad!” he insisted, stumbling over his words in an effort to get them all out as quickly as possible.
He felt even worse when he saw tension ease from her face and shoulders.
“Oh, it’s quite all right,” she insisted, her smile coming more easily. “I wasn’t worried you’d do anything untoward, just that it might give others the wrong impression.”
He nodded, offering her a sheepish look. “I can just try to meet him at the radio station then.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but it was there and gone too quickly for Lucifer to determine what. She leaned closer, her expression softening and turning almost coquettish. “I must say, sir, you have me very curious as to your intentions with my brother.”
His face warmed as he stared back at her. She wasn’t doing anything untoward or inappropriate, yet her soft tone and proximity made his stomach flip. Like they were sharing a secret meant only for the two of them.
“Oh, uh, well…”
Her eyes widened a touch and she pressed her hand to her mouth as she leaned back. “My sincerest apologies, Mr…?”
“M-Morningstar,” he was quick to supply. Fuck, he had clearly been on his own for too long if he was getting this flustered by a pretty face.
Shit. Did that mean he thought Alastor’s face was pretty too?
“Mr. Morningstar. I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable just now!”
He shook his head emphatically. “Not at all! I just had a few questions I wanted to ask him!”
Her doe-like eyes widened even further. “Oh, my, are you with the authorities, sir?”
Fuck. Lucifer waved both hands in a placating gesture. “No, ma’am! I just wanted to talk to him about one of his hobbies!”
She pinned him in place with her gaze now, her shock having abruptly and disconcertingly morphed into steel. “One of his hobbies? Surely I can pass a message along about something like that?”
“N-No need! The less you know about it all, the better!”
Her brows drew together and she pressed both hands to her mouth, her shoulders trembling.
Lucifer felt like his head was spinning with how quickly she jumped from one extreme to the next and how off kilter she kept leaving him in the process. Then again, she was probably more afraid than she was letting on and it was just her and her mother here right now. If he were in her shoes, he’d probably be equally upset and unsettled.
“M-Mr. Morningstar, is my brother in some sort of trouble…?”
Should he tell her…? Did she already suspect? Were she and her mother destined to become two of his many victims?
Lucifer desperately wished he’d brought the damned file with him so he could check.
Maybe he could offer to…help her and her mother? Eliminate the problem, as it were? Or at least warn them?
He could give them some money. Help them get out of town. Even if Alastor didn’t kill them, he was a violent serial killer. If he hadn’t already raised a hand against them or tried to intimidate them, it was only a matter of time.
“…is there somewhere more private we could talk?” he hazarded.
She nodded, opening the door and calling inside. “I’ll be right back, mama! This should just take a few minutes!”
Alice managed to steady her voice to speak to her, but she looked even more upset now as she closed the door and led the way down the porch steps, her red dress swaying in an oddly familiar way as she went. She walked with her spine ramrod straight, just like her brother.
They weren’t far from the edge of one of the many bayous and she led him a short way inside before turning to face him once they were sufficiently secluded. She reached into the pocket of her dress, pulling out a red handkerchief to dab at her welling eyes.
“…you already know what I’m going to say,” Lucifer murmured, guilt gnawing at him as he took in her distraught expression.
She stared back at him, a stray tear rolling down her cheek. “Please, Mr. Morningstar… I…I need to know.”
He reflexively opened his arms, reminded so much of Charlie in that moment. She gave him a watery smile as she closed the distance between them, accepting his embrace as she took a shuddering breath.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. Or to be the bearer of such bad news,” he insisted, gently rubbing her back. She held herself so tightly now, every muscle locked in place.
“…so you are with the authorities?” she whispered.
“No. No, I just…found out about the murders on my own.”
She trembled, a sob escaping her. “H-How many people know…? H-Have you told the police?”
“No. I haven’t told anyone now except you.”
Her grip on him suddenly tightened and there was a sharp pain just below his rib cage. Pain rocked through him and he gasped, eyes going wide. The blade she’d buried in him was yanked free and Alice stepped back from him, an almost pitying look on her face.
Lucifer staggered back, only to find himself caged in against a tree.
“It’s a shame you couldn’t mind your own business, Mr. Morningstar,” she said with a small shake of her head.
“Wh-What?” he stammered, more shocked than anything else.
“Oh, you poor dear,” she tutted, shifting her grip on the knife she held as if it was an extension of herself. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick.”
She went for his throat but Lucifer was faster, catching her wrist in one hand. She tried to throw her weight behind the blade, but unlike her, he wasn’t human. He saw the exact moment she realized it too, her eyes widening.
Now that he saw a genuine expression of surprise on her face, he was acutely aware of how carefully crafted the one she wore before was. She’d also stopped crying entirely. She bared her teeth as she dropped the knife into her opposite hand and thrust it up, intending to bury it a second time beneath his ribs.
Lucifer caught that wrist too, tightening his grip until he felt the bones of it begin to grind together. She held onto the knife longer than he expected, but eventually it fell from her grasp as the pain grew to be too much. She tried to yank herself free, but Lucifer held her easily, his hands like shackles.
The demure woman from before was long gone, leaving a feral beast in her wake. If Lucifer had been human, the dangerous glint in her eyes would’ve shaken him to his core, but he wasn’t.
Instead, he was just…
Impressed.
He couldn’t remember the last time someone had gotten the drop on him like that, if ever. She snarled as she tried to knock him off balance, unafraid to fight dirty to do it. He only narrowly avoided a knee to the groin and the headbutt that followed.
Fuck, she was vicious!
And gorgeous. All righteous anger and blazing eyes. Her hair had begun to escape her neat updo, falling forward to haphazardly frame her face. She was strong, too. He imagined she’d overpowered more than her fair share of people by dressing to accentuate her waiflike figure. Her dress was modest, but it still hugged her frame, emphasizing her slender waist and hiding what had to be a good deal of wiry muscle underneath.
Lucifer was half tempted to give her the knife back, just to see what kind of damage she could do with it.
“What are you?” she finally spat, voice dropping in pitch. She stopped struggling sooner than he expected, glaring down her nose at him. She wasn’t so worked up she would deplete her strength. She was smart and level headed too.
Still, he didn’t release her wrists. None of her put upon fear was present now. Instead she stood firm, holding his gaze without flinching despite knowing he wasn’t human.
And then it clicked and Lucifer’s brows shot up. “…Alastor?”
Her eyes narrowed into slits.
Holy fucking shit. It was really him!
Suddenly all the notes the scribe had made that weren’t technically sins made sense. Crossdressing, identity theft, forgery, fraud…
“Are you a demon?” Alastor retorted. “You’re not human.”
“Maybe I’m just really strong.”
The future Sinner looked at the gold blood painting his hand and then back to him, arching an incredulous brow.
“...I could be an angel!”
He scoffed. “Not if this is the sort of thing that excites you.”
Lucifer glanced down, face flushing when he realized he certainly wasn’t wrong.
“Why are you really here?” he continued only to pause. “…Morningstar.”
Lucifer grinned, all teeth.
However, Alastor didn’t drop to his knees or start begging for his life. “I wasn’t aware the Devil made house calls.”
“Oh, you’re a special case, Al.”
“I must be if you’ve heard enough that you had to come see me for yourself.”
Cocky son of a bitch.
Lucifer grinned.
“So what is it, then? You’ve come to add my soul to your collection?”
And snuff out the fire burning so brightly in front of him? Fuck, no. But now that he had him where he wanted him…
“Maybe I’m here to offer you a deal.”
“Out of the goodness of your heart? How charitable.”
“Maybe there’s something I want from you in return.”
This was the first time Alastor looked genuinely wary. “Such as?”
Tell him to leave Charlie alone. Tell him to leave Charlie alone. Tell him to–
“What would it take for you to agree to let me fuck you?”
…oops.
Whatever Alastor had been expecting, it didn’t seem to have been that. His brows shot up beneath his fringe and, perhaps for the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. He didn’t look repulsed though, which was what Lucifer had expected.
Good.
“Are you asking me to whore myself out to you?” he finally demanded, color rising in his face.
Lucifer shrugged. “Are you interested?”
“And what would I get in return?”
He considered the question, wondering what he could offer him to sweeten the deal. “I could make your physical body reflect who you actually are.”
Alastor sucked in a sharp breath. “What?”
“No more Alice. Just Alastor.”
“Don’t fuck with me,” he snapped back, eyes narrowing into dangerous slits.
“I’m not.”
Alastor jutted his chin out in challenge. “Prove it then.”
Lucifer grinned, collecting both his wrists in one hand and snapping his fingers. The change was instantaneous and he was even so kind as to throw in a free outfit with it, leaving him in a smart suit the same color his dress had been. It still accentuated his narrow waist and broad shoulders, but no longer in a way that left him looking dainty.
Alastor’s eyes went wide as saucers as he looked down at himself. Lucifer grinned, using his free hand now to cup the new bulge straining below his belt. He gave a reflexive jerk of his hips, breath hitching. He hadn’t done anything to make him hard, which meant Alastor had to have already been interested prior to the change.
“What do you think?” Lucifer prompted, tugging him forward and forcing him to stumble so their faces were mere inches apart.
“How do I know this isn’t just a trick? Or that you won’t take this away once you have what you want?”
“We can make a magically binding deal.”
“Oh?” he asked, gaze dropping to Lucifer’s lips and then darting back up to his eyes.
Lucifer nodded. “You get to stay like this and I’ll make it to where no one will question the sudden change. In return, you let me fuck you. But only if you want to.”
His eyes narrowed suspiciously. “And if I don’t? Do you intend to force me?”
Lucifer’s tail slipped out from where it had been hidden away in his slacks and he lifted it up to brush the tip of it along Alastor’s throat before wrapping it around his neck and squeezing.
Alastor’s cock visibly twitched at that and Lucifer’s eyes went lidded. “I’m already pretty sure you do.”
“So I allow you to fuck me once and in return I get to stay like this permanently?”
“Only if you want to.” The deal would make sure of that.
“Hmm… And what guarantees do I have that you won’t injure or kill me in the process?”
“I’m willing to add both to the terms and conditions.”
Alastor’s eyes bored into his. “And you guarantee that you will fuck me too?”
That drew a slow, smug smile from him. “Oh, absolutely.” He yanked him closer by his wrists, nearly forcing him to cross his eyes to see him. “So, whaddya say? Do we have a deal, Alastor Doré?”
“Yes,” he retorted, trying to free himself in order to shake on it. Lucifer smirked, fingers sliding into his hair and holding him in place as he sealed it with a kiss instead. His power flared out around them in a burst of gold, causing the leaves on the surrounding trees to flutter in its wake.
What Alastor clearly lacked in experience, he more than made up for in enthusiasm. The little whimper he made as Lucifer nipped his bottom lip went straight to his cock. He didn’t let him up for air until Alastor was flushed and panting, a damp patch beginning to form where the head of his new cock pressed against his slacks.
“What are you waiting for?” he demanded, scowling down at him.
Lucifer reached down, palming him none too gently. Alastor’s eyes went wide. He doubted it would take much more to get him off.
Lucifer chuckled, squeezing him and delighting in the throaty moan he received in return. “I’ll be seeing you around, Al,” he said as he tapped into his power to return to present day Hell.
The last thing he saw was Alastor’s startled and then furious face. Lucifer was still laughing when he reappeared in the palace, having to support himself with one hand on his desk.
“The look on his fucking face!” he crowed. As far as revenge went, he was putting this in his top five if not his top three. He reached up to wipe a tear from his eyes only to scramble backward when his desk chair turned of its own accord.
Alastor was seated in it, as prim and proper as ever. His eyes glowed with barely suppressed fury and his grin was more of a snarl. “Something funny, sire?”
“How the fuck did you get in here?!” Lucifer demanded, one hand pressed over his heart as if that would stop it from bursting through his ribs.
Alastor rested his elbows on the desktop, lacing his fingers together and setting his chin atop them as he reined in his temper. “I see I was correct about the timing and impetus of your little…visit to my past self.”
He crossed his arms as he scowled back at him. “Yeah? How’s that century’s worth of blue balls treating you?”
Suddenly Lucifer was on his back, the tip of an angelic steel dagger digging into his throat. Alastor was straddling him, eyes burning now. His antlers extended to a proper rack from the little twigs he’d sported before and his power washed over Lucifer. He was nowhere near as strong as the Devil himself, but fuck that was a lot of power for a Sinner.
“I wonder how much you’ll be laughing when I pull your tongue through the new hole in your throat. That should shut you up, hmm?”
Lucifer’s mouth went dry. “Fuck, you’re beautiful when you’re mad,” he blurted.
Alastor froze, leaving him looking very much like a deer in headlights. Lucifer recovered first, letting his power explode out from his back, lifting them both off the ground. It coalesced into golden tentacles, much like Alastor had sported earlier that day.
He wrapped them around the Sinner’s arms, wrenching them behind his back. Alastor stumbled, but didn’t fall. Lucifer kept him upright, lifting his arms up and over his head. He lifted him until only the tips of his hooves were in contact with the floor and Alastor was forced to awkwardly balance on them to take some of the weight off of his arms and shoulders.
Lucifer grinned as he made a slow turn around him, much to the Sinner’s outrage. A low growl sounded in the back of Alastor’s throat as he struggled against his bonds.
“J-Just what do you think you’re doing?” he demanded, voice surprisingly imperious given his current predicament.
“I’m admiring my handiwork. How’s the new body treated you since then?” As he spoke, a slender tentacle wrapped around Alastor’s throat, squeezing and making him gasp.
“We h-had a deal!” he retorted.
“Oh, I remember. It was only a few minutes ago for me.” He created a few more of the new appendages to raise himself up to the Overlord’s eye level, reaching out to cup his cheek with one hand.
Alastor jerked his head to the side, his teeth snapping shut just shy of Lucifer’s fingertips.
“Well, Radio Demon,” Lucifer said, leaning back out of easy biting range. “You’ve had almost a century to think it over. Do you still want me to fuck you? Is that why you’re here and why you tried to pick a fight with me at the hotel?”
The deer bared his teeth at him in answer, but he had notably stopped struggling. “Let me down,” he demanded, the shadows surrounding them lengthening.
“Answer the question.”
His eyes narrowed into dangerous slits as the ambient static around him sharply increased in volume.
Lucifer watched him clench and unclench his fists where they were held over his head, clearly warring with himself. That was fine. Lucifer had been around for thousands of years. He could be patient.
“Yes!” he finally spat, his power crackling bright green in the air around him.
“Was that so hard?”
“Let. Me. Down.” As he spoke, his pupils switched into radio dials.
Was that supposed to be some kind of threat display? Adorable.
Lucifer gave a slow shake of his head. “Oh, no. I’m gonna keep you like this.”
Alastor’s brow pinched in confusion only for his expression to abruptly switch to wide eyed surprise as a slender tentacle slipped beneath his shirt, snaking up his torso and brushing against one of his nipples. Alastor’s breath hitched, his face flushing. “What are you doing?” he demanded.
“What I said I would. I’m going to fuck you.”
Alastor’s retort died on his lips as Lucifer slid another tentacle beneath his waistband, wrapping it around his cock. He was already getting hard. Yet another tentacle snaked along the small of his back and under his clothes, its slick tip brushing against his entrance.
Lucifer languidly pumped the Sinner’s cock as he began to press the other tentacle inside of him. His mouth fell open in a moue of surprise, making the low groan that escaped as he was breached all the more delicious.
“How many partners have you had since then?” he asked as he stretched and stroked him.
He went an even darker shade at that, not answering. The Devil arched a brow, squeezing the deer’s cock before he began to pull his power back into himself.
“I h-haven’t!” Alastor protested.
Lucifer didn’t quite manage to hide his surprise at the answer. He moved the tentacles more insistently, hoping to distract the Sinner from his lapse under the guise of rewarding him for his honesty. He widened the one buried in his ass and there was a shriek of microphone feedback as it fucked into him in earnest.
“Good boy,” Lucifer purred, reaching up to stroke his cheek now he was reasonably sure it wouldn’t cost him a finger.
Alastor’s eyes were hazy now, his lips still parted as he panted in time with the thrusts Lucifer subjected him to.
He cupped the Sinner’s face with both hands and pulled him in for a searing kiss, Alastor’s mouth hot and insistent against his own. His next thrust hit the other man’s prostate and Lucifer eagerly swallowed his choked gasp.
“How does it feel, Al?” he asked, pulling back to meet his gaze. “Worth the wait?”
“W-Want your cock,” he insisted, his radio filter gone entirely now.
Lucifer grinned. “Maybe I’ll give it to you if you can impress me with how badly you want it.”
Before Alastor could reply, Lucifer slid another tentacle between his lips, nearly pressing it to the back of his throat. He whimpered around the thick appendage, eyes sliding closed.
“If you want me to stop, then bite down on it. Otherwise, you’d better start sucking,” Lucifer instructed.
The filthy sounds of him deflowering the Radio Demon quickly filled the room. Lucifer jerked him off while simultaneously fucking into him from both sides. Alastor gave his very first blowjob his all, taking the appendage deeper than Lucifer expected. He stared, fascinated, as Alastor's throat flexed around it. Saliva dribbled down his chin and the beautiful moans and whimpers he made became increasingly desperate when Lucifer shifted the angle of the one fucking him from behind, driving it against his prostate.
Alastor was trembling now, rocking his hips mindlessly back and forth between the two lower points of contact. Lucifer withdrew the tentacle from between his lips and the Radio Demon tried to chase after it, straining against his bonds.
“L-Lucifer!” he protested, voice strained.
His grin widened as held it now just out of his immediate reach. The tendons of Alastor’s neck stood out beneath his skin as he shoved his head forward, only managing to reach the tip of the tentacle. Regardless, he hollowed his cheeks as he sucked as if his life depended on it, his body beginning to tense.
Lucifer watched intently as the deer raced toward completion, not wanting to miss a second of him coming apart at the seams. “Show me how pretty you can sing for me,” he said as he slipped the appendage from his lips, reveling in the breathless way Alastor chanted his name.
The next thrust knocked Alastor entirely off his feet and his final shout of Lucifer’s name as he came was distorted and static laden, almost to the point of unintelligibility. He sagged in the grip of the tentacles in the aftermath, not even bothering to try to balance himself on the tips of his hooves anymore. If Lucifer released him now, he’d probably sink to the floor in a boneless heap.
The deer demon fought to catch his breath and the Devil wondered if he knew his own name at present, or if he could only remember Lucifer’s. He wrapped his fingers around his chin, tipping his head up to meet his gaze now that he hung limply from his restraints. Lucifer brushed the line of drool from his chin and righted his monocle from where it had fallen against his shoulder.
He squeezed Alastor’s spent cock with the tentacle and he flinched, whimpering from the increased pressure to his oversensitive nerves.
“Well, what do you say, Al? Does that satisfy the terms of our deal?”
It took the addled deer a moment to process the words, but when he did, he gave a weak shake of his head. Lucifer arched a brow in silent question.
“D-Doesn’t count,” he managed once he got his mouth working again.
“You look well-fucked to me. I don’t know if your poor little ass could even take another round right now.” Though, interestingly, he hadn’t felt the deal finalize.
“Wasn’t your cock,” Alastor protested.
Ah. That was a technicality he hadn’t considered. If Alastor had gone into the deal under that impression, it could explain why it hadn’t finalized.
“And if I want to fuck you again right now?” he asked as he lowered himself so his feet rested on the floor.
The Sinner shivered, but there was a steely glint in his eyes now that he was coming back to himself. “Then shut up and do it.”
The thought of bending him across his desk and burying himself inside of the insolent deer nearly pulled a groan from him. This time he’d make him beg.
Lucifer used the tentacles to maneuver him into position, hinging him at the waist over his desk. He kept the tip of the one tentacle wrapped firmly around the base of Alastor’s cock and used the other to bind his wrists against the small of his back. He was left with his cheek pressed to the desk’s cool, wooden surface and Lucifer behind him.
He unfastened the Sinner’s tight black slacks, dragging them and his boxers down to his knees before kicking his ankles further apart. His gaze fell to his ass and would’ve lingered on the lewd stretch of his entrance, were it not for the fluffy red and black tail perched just above it.
Oh, fuck yes.
Lucifer immediately grabbed hold of it, earning a staticky gasp. Alastor’s tail quivered in his hand as if he didn’t know whether he wanted to press further into it or pull free. He rubbed the base of it, staring as the overlord squirmed helplessly against the desk with a sharp curse.
“No one’s ever touched you there before, have they?” he asked as he dragged the tip of one claw against the sensitive flesh.
Alastor stamped his hoof in answer, unable to catch his breath long enough to give an actual reply.
The Devil grinned as he alternated between rubbing the pad of his thumb against the tail’s base and dragging his claws through the soft fur adorning it. He could feel Alastor was hard again through the tentacle that was keeping any future orgasms in check. Lucifer gave a sudden sharp yank and Alastor screamed, blowing out the speakers of the apple themed jukebox Lucifer had in the corner. The bubbler tubes decorating its front shattered and smoke curled out from behind its decorative gold vents.
His grin widened. That was something to more thoroughly explore another time, preferably out of range of his personal property.
“L-Lucifer!” Alastor whined. He leaned to one side, noting the telltale sheen of unshed tears in his eyes. He was really putting the poor thing through his paces for his first time.
“Something wrong, Al?”
“Please!”
He didn’t manage to suppress his groan that time, his cock pressing almost painfully against his slacks now. Lucifer freed it and gave it a few brief strokes with his hand to coat it with lube before he rubbed its tip against Alastor’s entrance.
The Sinner rocked his hips back as far as he could, forcing it partly inside and he had to grip the base of it to keep himself in check. He took a deep breath before pressing the rest of the way inside of him, hands coming to rest on his hips with enough force to bruise.
Lucifer held the deer in place as he thrust into that tight, tantalizing heat. He didn’t last long between the show Alastor had put on before and the heady knowledge of the control he currently held over him. Judging from the way Alastor’s walls clenched and unclenched around him, he wasn’t the only one who came. Not what he’d intended when he fashioned his makeshift cockring, but a nice little boost for his ego regardless.
As the blood stopped pounding in his ears and Lucifer’s mind cleared, he became aware of a low persistent hum, like a PA system someone had forgotten to switch off after making an announcement. He carefully pulled out of Alastor and stepped around the side of the desk to get a better look at him. Instead of pupils or radio dials, his eyes displayed only black static on an otherwise empty, white expanse.
…oh…
…oh no…
Did he break his daughter’s hotelier?
He could only imagine how a conversation about that was going to go…
“Hey, Char-Char! I went back in time to scare your creepy deer cannibal into not hurting you, but I got distracted and literally fucked his brains out instead!”
He forcibly shoved the thought from his mind as he snapped his fingers to clean them both up and right their clothing. He then pulled his tendrils of power back inside himself only to watch as Alastor began to bonelessly slide off of the desk. Lucifer scrambled to catch him, managing to hook his arms underneath the deer’s before he made contact with the floor.
Biting his lip, he glanced around as if there was anyone else there to help him. He slowly and carefully dragged the unconscious man out of his office and into the bedroom next door, awkwardly hefting him up onto the bed. Alastor flopped onto it, face down.
That done, Lucifer whipped his cellphone out, pacing back and forth as he dialed Ozzie, desperately hoping he wasn’t balls deep in someone right now and could actually help him. The line was about to click over to his voicemail when two things happened simultaneously.
Ozzie’s voice purred a hello in his ear while Alastor rolled himself onto his back. Lucifer hung up without a word and hurried back to the bed. The Sinner’s obnoxiously long legs dangled off the edge of it as he blinked owlishly up at the ceiling.
“...you good there, Rudolph?” Lucifer asked, relieved to see his eyes looked like actual eyes again.
“...Rudolph?” Alastor echoed without his radio filter.
“Like the red headed deer.”
“It's his nose that’s red.”
Lucifer’s brow furrowed. “What the fuck? How does that make any sense? Why is his nose red?”
“Presumably to guide Santa’s sleigh,” he answered as he sat up with a wince.
“Satan doesn’t have a sleigh.”
The Sinner stared back at him, brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”
Lucifer waved a dismissive hand. “Well, you look fine to me! How’s about I open up a portal back to the hotel and send you on your merry little way?”
“No.”
He threw his hands up. “What do you mean ‘no’?!”
“I don’t believe I can walk at present.”
Normally that would’ve been another boost to Lucifer’s ego, but he was becoming increasingly aware of the series of terrible decisions he’d made that had led him up to this very awkward moment.
What if Charlie went looking for Alastor and she couldn’t find him? What if he’d told her he was coming to the palace? What if she suddenly showed up at the palace and saw him sitting there in Lucifer’s room?!
“No problemo!” he insisted, voice shooting up in pitch as he threw open a portal.
In his haste, he accidentally crafted it directly into the hotel’s lobby. His eyes met Charlie’s, Maggie’s, and the rest of the weirdos she’d collected. All of whom then turned their attention to Alastor.
Perched on the edge of his bed.
“...dad?” Charlie hazarded. “...Alastor? What’s going on…?”
“Nothing weird!” Lucifer insisted, shaking his head so vigorously he briefly saw stars.
“Somethin’ weird’s definitely goin’ on,” the spider demon shot back, pointing an accusing finger at him.
Lucifer opened his mouth to refute the claim, to offer some kind of plausible alternative, to say literally fucking anything to fix this.
His thoughts, normally running a mile a minute at maximum volume, ground to a complete halt.
Instead he snapped his mouth shut and lobbed the Sinner through the portal, slamming it closed just as his daughter caught the bewildered deer in her arms.