Playing Dangerous
This is so fucking awkward.
The usual assumption after a deal is to act on it as soon as possible. So why did Alastor just sit back down? Not only that, he’s summoned a book to read. Was Lucifer being ignored? Was Alastor just that stupid? It didn’t matter, better to rip off the bandaid sooner rather than later anyways.
He waited a beat before turning to Alastor, “ If you want me to heal you I have to see the wound, any day now would be nice.” Lucifer repeatedly stomped his foot in annoyance.
Of course, Alastor took his time. He calmly reached over to a side table and grabbed what looked to be a bookmark. Then he carefully slipped the mark into the book and closed it. He gave the top a pat before returning it to the side table. After exhaling he straightened out his jacket before innocently looking to lucifer.
“I do believe you were the one being persistent.” He grinned as he tilted his head to the side, large fluffy ears following.
“NOPE! Nope! I’m not doing this with you right now, just shut up and take your shirt off.”
A record scratch echoed in the room
“What.”
“No- thats not what i- UGHHH.” Lucifer groaned.
He dragged his palm down his face before continuing,”I need to touch the wound to heal it genius.”
Alastor watched him with a disgusted look on his face before reaching for the top buttons on his shirt. He only pause once he looked back up,
“Must you watch me?”
It took a moment for Lucifer's brain to compute what he was hearing. While standing there Alastor turned his back to continue.
“You are so dramatic.” He rolled his eyes as he caught a glimpse of Alastors bed. Embedded between two bookcases, the bed was rather large with a deer skull hanging right in the middle of two tall wooden posters. Antique looking pillows and a blanket placed neatly on one side and the other was unmade and had the impression of a person sleeping in it. Meaning Alastor had slept in it. Why is that such a weird idea??
Lucifer had never thought of Alastor as a person before, just sort of an obstacle and had never really thought about how he must live a life and have memories. How weirdly human of him.
With the new revelations in mind he turned back to face Alastor.
Suddenly the room felt a lot smaller.
He stood with his back to Lucifer, red shirt hanging off of his shoulders. Alastor had his head down so only his hair falling to his neck was visible. Lucifer had never noticed Alastors figure before, but now with bare broad shoulders visible it was hard to ignore. Angel was right.
Alastor was hot.
The glow of the fireplace lit up his tan skin making the scars along his torso stand out. It was unusual for sinners to have so many scars, especially one of Alastors status. They normally died before it could heal or magically took care of it themselves. Any wound from another sinner shouldn't have left a scar of Alastor, yet here he was covered in them. Other angelic wounds were a possibility but judging by how Alastor has taken care of this one he hasn't dealt with them before. Leaving one option,
All those scars were from when he was alive.
How does someone even do that???
Lucifer took a step closer and reached out his hand to linger over an especially big scar next to his spine. Despite being a demon Alastors skin looked human. The tissue was slightly lighter than the rest of his complexion and was faintly indented. Lucifer’s pointer finger inched closer.
He wanted to touch it.
Sensing his thoughts, Alastor turned quickly to find Lucifer gapping at where his back previously was.
“Its quite rude to stare.” the sinner said blankly as he pulled the shirt off of his arms.
Oops. How on earth was he going to play this off
“I- no- wha- I WASNT! I WOU- NO!”
Nailed it.
Alastor laid his shirt onto a desk chair and sat back down by the fireplace.
Lucifer can do this. He can do this without making it weird. It's not even Alastor he just hasn't been with someone since..
Well since Lilith.
It could be anyone in Alastors position.
With that in mind he stood in front of alastor with his hands on both hips. It was an awkward position even without the height difference. Lucifer couldn't just bend down to reach the wound, he’d end up falling on Alastor. He also couldn't just reach it from the side, he’d need a stool or something to sit on.
“You think too loudly.”
“Huh?” Alastor had been studying him, watching him try to figure this out.
“What seems to be troubling you?” Alastor asked in a very not genuine way.
“I'm trying to figure out how im going to touch you-”
Another loud record scratch came out of Alastor.
“You know what I mean.”
“You could always sit here.” Alastor gestured downward with his eyes.
HIS LAP? HE WANTED LUCIFER TO SIT ON HIS LAP??
He could feel his face getting hotter, he needed to calm down.
“Your lap?” Lucifer scoffed nervously while turning away “In your wet dreams buddy.” His awkward laugh followed before he met Alastors eyes. He looked confused, head tilted slightly to the side with furrowed brows and squinting red eyes. Then it seemed to click for him.
“No, you dimwit.” Alastor reached out a hand and patted the floor in front of him.” The floor” he said with disgust.
“Ooooohhhhhh.”
Yeah, that made more sense. Not that he’s disappointed or anything. That would be weird.
Lucifer got down on his knees so he was the same height as the wound, to get close enough he needed to be in between Alastors legs. He awkwardly scooted closer before resting one elbow on the sinner's left thigh and looked up.
It was when Alastor began looking him up and down through hooded eyes that he realized their position.
Oh my god.
He was at dick sucking height. Of course he would never- and Alastor would never- but he still felt his brain turn to mush. And he felt his pants get tighter.
OH MY GOD.
This was so not the time.
He must have been staring too long because the deer demon averted his gaze to the fireplace. Lucifer took this as permission to touch the wound.
It had red inflamed edges, some parts turning black as if it were burnt. Long yellow veins ran around the slash, rooting themselves into Alastor. Now that he could get a good look at it, he was seriously concerned.
This is a real deal angelic wound. Something that should’ve killed Alastor immediately. But here he was playing bellhop all day? Lucifer thought back to all the previous wounds he’d seen, and he’d not seen a sinner with one like this alive.
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“How are you still alive?” Lucifer asked in disbelief.
Alastor knew going into this deal that it wouldn't be ideal, but he didn't expect it to be so..chatty. Lucifer had been acting odd and his gaze always seemed to land on Alastor, it was odd.
“I don't believe I am.”
Lucifer looked up at him with a blank stare, “You don't have to be a smartass y’know.”
He then continued to inspect the wound carefully. A little too carefully. It made Alastor feel like he was a bug under a microscope. He usually took on the role of the stalker, judging other people, and being on the other side of it was unpleasant.
“Woah, did you do these yourself?” The little king was probably referring to the stitches Alastor had used.
“Or wait- Was it Nifty?? Does she know?” Lucifer leaned back a bit to get a better look.
“No, no, It was me.”
Lucifer scoffed, “ What are you, a nurse or something? These are pretty damn good.”
“Practice makes perfect.”
“The fuck does that mean.”
The truth is that Alastor had been stitching up his own wounds since his mother taught him how as a boy. As it turns out the forest can be awfully dangerous, that and other reasons. Since then he's had a lot of practice. But Lucifer doesn't need to know that.
“I’ve been stitching myself up since I was human.”
That must have slipped out of his mouth. It must have been because Lucifer didn't need to know that. So why did he tell him?
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Lucifer looked up to Alastor, for once he didn't bullshit an answer. Maybe Lucifer was growing on him, and who could blame him?
But puncturing human skin? Either Alastor had a high pain tolerance or some insane self discipline.
“What?”
God, Lucifer really needs to stop staring. Well not staring necessarily but getting lost in thought while looking at people.
“Doesn't that hurt?”
“No, not at all.”
“Really?”
“No you fumbling idiot. Of course it hurts.” Alastor said with a whole lotta disappointment.
“Oh, well uh, this is gonna hurt too.”
“What is?” Alaster question before Lucifer stuck his hand straight into the wound. What he needed to do was remove the angelic infection and then repair the soul enough so it can continue the healing itself. Before he felt sorta bad about doing this because he’s seen how much it can hurt, but after that ‘fumbling idiot’ comment, he doesn't feel so remorseful. Alastor seemed to be dealing with the paint pretty well though. His eyes and teeth were clenched as well as his claws digging into the chair's arm, but other than that, nothing. Lucifer expected him to be fighting Lucifer off or screaming. Hell, if this kind of intensity didn't make him scream, what will? Lucifer wanted to find out. The thought of it got some part of him excited.
But that's weird. That's so weird.
Ewwww. I mean ew right? Ew.
Seeing how well his patient was doing, Lucifer pushed his hand deeper earning a loud screech of feedback. Now he could feel he was getting close to the infection. Lucifer was trying to focus when he noticed Alastors labored breathing.
This was so bad. The dick sucking pose, the shirtless-ness, the PANTING? Not to mention Alastor had laid his head back, accentuating his adams apple. Lucifer keenly watched as Alastor swallowed.
Now he was completely hard.
What the fuck was he going to do when Alastor opened his eyes. What do you even say???
‘Sorry bud just wanted to fuck you for a sec but not anymore haha.’ His boner was impossible to hide and it was only a matter of time before-
KNOCK
“Alastor are you in there?” Charlie's voice echoed in the hall.
“Shhhhit.” Lucifer said under his breath. He quickly teleported to the door, making sure not to face Alastor as he peeked his head out.
“Dad? But what are you-”
“I just grabbed Al Back from his vacation and took him back here because uh.”
“Because he missed me so much” Alastor said from behind the door.
“Oh. OH! So you guys are like friends now?”
“Uh n-”
“Omigosh you have to tell me all about it at dinner, which is now so see you then. Or now? Just come down soon, Angel made dinner. And make sure Alastor comes too!” Charlie said at an inhuman speed before skipping away.
“Yeah-..one sec sweetie.” Lucifer said to basically no one, Charlie was gone. He turned just his head to see Alastor in the corner of his eye still sitting down.
“I’ll uh, I’ll see you down there.” And with that he disappeared into a cloud of red smoke.