Work Text:
It started with, of all things, a fight about the crown molding. Lucifer liked crown molding. It was a classy touch to the architecture of the hotel. His hotel at this point he might add after all the work he put into it. Or at least co-owner with his daughter.
Except the problem was, Alastor didn’t like crown molding for some confounding reason.
So the week before the grand reopening of the Hazbin Hotel, both squared off in the hallways as waves of gold and green magic ripped through the air. The other residents tried their best to stay out of the way after a stray blast managed to singe Husk’s eyebrows. Leaving Charlie to try to mediate.
“Guys, does it really matter about the crown molding?!” she cried as she stood between him and the Radio Demon. “How about this? Can’t we just have the even floors have it?”
“No!” Lucifer and Alastor both cried at once. They glared at one another, panting from exertion, chilling the air in the hotel to subzero levels of tension.
“Your Majesty, I cannot believe you won’t let this go. You’d delay the redemption of souls for this?!” Alastor was clearly on his last nerve, his smile threatening to crack as his left eye twitched.
“So help me, I will die on this hill!” Lucifer snapped, magic crackling from his fingertips as he pointed to the ground beneath their feet.
Alastor dragged a clawed hand down his face, the pure spite in his eyes juxtaposed against his painful smile coming off as unhinged. “Sins Below, you’re lucky you’re so adorable,” he muttered under his breath, hand partially covering his mouth. Like he hadn’t meant to be heard.
Lucifer stared at him. So thrown that nearly all his ire sputtered out like it was doused with a bucket of water. Before he could even react, Alastor took a long breath and carried on.
“Your Majesty,” he said slowly as if trying to explain something to a small child, “I am very particular about how I am able to lurk in the shadows. One cannot simply lurk in the dark corners of the room when there’s fucking crown molding there.”
Lucifer blinked at him. “Oh. Well, why didn’t you just say that?” He grinned viciously. “Now we’re definitely keeping it.”
He ended up losing that fight. Mainly because Charlie stepped in and sided with her hotelier. But watching the Radio Demon nearly implode with fury was absolutely worth it.
It almost made him forget about the words Alastor whispered under his breath.
Almost.
~o~
Lucifer didn’t know how or when Alastor somehow became the designated chef of the hotel, but he didn’t like it. Especially since he had kind of assumed that he would take that role once he moved in. And had been prepping for it by cooking every square meal for everyone during the reconstruction period.
So color him surprised (and betrayed) when everyone turned to the Radio Demon the minute he returned and asked what was for dinner. And alright, maybe Lucifer could be just a little bit petty. But he was determined to poo-poo on every single dish Alastor made.
Jambalaya? Too salty.
Escargot croustade? Too chewy.
Oysters Rockefeller? Too soggy.
Turtle soup? Too much sherry.
Shrimp and tasso henican? Too slimy.
The strange part though was while he could see that his constant negatives were getting to the Radio Demon, Alastor didn’t rise to his baiting. Instead, he simply took Lucifer’s unfinished plate back to the kitchen without a word.
“Dad, why are you being so mean?” Charlie asked disapprovingly, when Alastor took his barely touched plate of blackened trout almondine back to the kitchen.
“What? He can take it,” Lucifer scoffed, crossing his arms as he watched the rest of the residents dig into their dinner. It was one of the things he rather liked about the Radio Demon actually. Always gave as good as he got. …not that he liked Alastor. That was ridiculous. It was just… a trait of his that he admired.
“Princess, don’t interfere,” Husk cut in shortly, messily devouring his fish. “I’ve never eaten this good before in my life. Don’t mess this up for us.”
Lucifer blinked. They hadn’t? He kind of assumed they got oysters and escargot all the ti-
…Ohhhhh~
Oh. He didn’t. Feel a certain way about that at all. Nope.
He almost didn’t notice that a new plate was placed in front of him. Alastor hovered over his shoulder, smiling pleasantly as he presented his dish. “Bananas foster over ice cream, finished with Grand Marnier.”
Lucifer stared at the relatively simple dish. Just gooey sautéed bananas over vanilla ice cream. But it smelled… so good. Despite himself, he could feel his mouth begin to water. Reluctantly picking up a spoon, he saw Alastor’s smile widen. “You’re feeling pretty confident about this aren’t you?” he said grudgingly. The Radio Demon didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Acutely aware that everyone was watching him at the table, Lucifer delicately ate a mouthful.
This was… bliss.
He didn’t exactly moan in pleasure. But he did close his eyes and just let himself savor the taste for as long as possible. The warm caramel cut with the sweet bite of orange liqueur, cooled by comforting vanilla bean.
“Do you like it?” Alastor asked slyly, leaning on the back of his chair. A victorious smile on his face as though he’d won.
Blushing hard, Lucifer couldn’t stop himself from going for the next spoonful and the next. “It’s... sweet,” he muttered as embarrassment wriggled his insides.
“But not as sweet as you,” the Radio Demon replied in a low tone. Right in front of everyone.
Lucifer froze. His eyes darted around to see if anyone else had heard that. Especially Charlie. But. No one was reacting. Other than smirking at the way his entire body was overheating with a furious blush. Did Alastor normally make passes at people?! Was that why no one was doing anything?
Well, fine then. He wasn’t going to react either. He would be as completely unaffected as if Angel was coming into him. Because Alastor and Angel were totally the same. Yup.
To his mortification, he ended up finishing the whole plate.
~o~
Lucifer was slowly coming to realize that the Radio Demon was an outrageous flirt.
It was seriously affecting his ability to have serious one-offs with him. Because just when he thought he’d have the upper hand in a fight, Alastor would hit him with some sultry rejoinder that was impossible to react to. He tried to keep a stoic facade. He really did. But sometimes it was just so hard.
Like when Alastor got him mad enough to go full devil. He didn’t even remember what the fight was originally about. But it was enough that one minute he was in control. The next he was in all his fiery glory, wings splayed, horns out, several golden eyes winking from his metaphysical form, aura threatening to singe the air around him.
Alastor gave him a bland look as he calmly posed with both hands on his cane. “Honestly, Sire, this seems to be a bit of an overreaction,” he sighed, not even remotely affected by his ire. Unlike the rest of the residents who were finding places to hide in the hotel parlor. Then he cocked his head, smile almost fond as he said, “You know, you have beautiful eyes.”
It was... very hard to stay full devil after that. The words rendering him into an angry, flustered mess.
This latest one came out of nowhere. A ‘discussion’ about how to redecorate the hallway that the pair of them shared. Neither of them was happy with the current state of things. Alastor had some ideas. Lucifer firmly but politely disagreed with him.
“No, we are not going with your gross dilapidated shiplap,” he growled, spreading his power thin to keep the mildewed green wood from spreading down the hallway like a fungus. “We don’t live a fucking barn, for fuck’s sake.”
“Well, Sire, some of us happen to like living in the real world. Not chasing after Heaven’s pipedream with all this gold and marble,” Alastor sniped back. Which was enough to stop Lucifer short in pure fury. Until he followed up with, “Although I wouldn’t mind keeping you in my barn, my duck.”
Pet names. He was doing pet names now. Oh God.
Flustered and furious, Lucifer snapped, “Fine! Fine, have your goddamned wood! I’ve had enough of you!” Spinning on his heel, he stormed to the stairs, waiting for the elevator not quite having quite the same punch as slamming the stair doors shut. Fluffing out his wings, he descended down to the first floor lickety split, landing on the ground floor with a soft touch. No doubt Alastor was taking advantage of his absence to redo the whole floor.
Sighing, Lucifer ran a hand over his face as he entered the parlor. As ever, Husk and Angel Dust took up the bar area. The spider looked as though he had just woken up, but he was already nursing a pink cocktail. “Oh c’mon, Whiskers, don’t kitties like to be rubbed? I wouldn’t mind rubbing myself all over your body,” Angel purred as he splayed himself over the bar counter. He only managed to elicit a roll of the cat’s eyes.
“Fuck’s sake, Angel. Didn’t Vaggie warn you about sexually harassing people? We are going to have real guests now. Control yourself before you scare them off.”
Angel pouted at that. Then he smiled, eyes dulcet, as he said softly, “As soon as I saw you I fell in love with you.”
Husk didn’t even blink at that. Just went on with cleaning glasses. Lucifer mentally whistled in admiration. Dang, he was impressed Husk was able to keep a straight face after that zinger.
Although... it was giving him an idea.
~o~
“Y’want us to do what?” Angel asked dubiously, after Lucifer sequestered him and Husk in the library for some privacy. He even warded the room to make sure that a certain Radio Demon couldn’t spy on them.
“Training! Special training!” Lucifer replied eagerly. “Okay, look, I’m desperate, okay? I can’t deal with Alastor anymore.”
“Who can?” Husk agreed with a solemn nod, folding his arms over his chest.
“Right?!” Lucifer cried, ecstatic that finally someone was getting it. “He flirts like a madman. I can’t- He’s so brazen!”
“He- uh- wha?” Angel asked, baffled. “We talkin’ ‘bout the same guy?”
“Okay, so he’s not as bad as you, Angel, but he’s awful,” Lucifer hedged. “Sorry, no offense.”
Angel and Husk quickly exchanged glances, a silent conversation going between them. “Um, so, Majesty, what exactly did you have in mind for ‘training’?” Husk asked, unnecessarily adding air quotes.
“Well, I haven’t totally figured out the particulars,” Lucifer admitted. “I’m kind of making it up as we go. Although, I definitely value your input! This can be collaborative! Together we can come up with the most perfect training regimen in all creation!”
Angel put a hand on his shoulder before he could ramble down a hole. “What exactly are you tryin’ ta achieve, Short King?”
“...I need to become immune to flirting.”
“Oh! Is that all?” Seeming to come into his element, the pornstar popped up from his chair to saunter over to the king. He was... very tall. So he leaned over and gave Lucifer a good view of his fluffy cleavage as he leered at him. “All that is is exposure therapy, baby,” Angel smiled with a salacious wink. “I don’ mind flirtin’ witcha all. day. long.”
Hm. This really wasn’t doing it for him, strangely enough.
Lucifer frowned. “Maybe I just need to not see it coming. Every time I get flustered, it comes out of nowhere.”
Husk raised an eyebrow. “Hold up. You’re sayin’ Boss actually sneak attacks you with flirting?” That... didn’t exactly seem accurate. Alastor wasn’t actually shy about flirting with him in public. But maybe he could sense when Lucifer would least expect it. So he gave a curt nod. Husk stared, before letting out a full belly cackle, slapping his knee. “Oh man, this I gotta see!”
“But... but you have-” Lucifer tried to argue, only to flinch when felt two hands slide up his sides and he was suddenly pulled into a dip, several hands keeping him secure up off the floor.
“Whad’ya think?” Angel purred over him, “Fallen for me yet?
He was starting to think this was a very bad idea. Slowly extricating himself from Angel’s roving hands, Lucifer let out a weak laugh as he pulled away. “You know what? Love the enthusiasm,” he said with a nervous smile and two finger guns. “But on second thought, I don’t think this is going to work out after all. Appreciate your time though.”
“Oh no, you’re not getting away that easy,” the spider grinned, his demonic eyes lighting with wicked challenge. “You said flirting when you least expect it, right? So watch your back, Short King.”
Like a twin conspirator, Husk had his own dark look in his eye. “And don’t think I won’t be watching you like a hawk, Majesty. There ain’t no way I’m missing Boss coming onto you.”
Oh. Hm. This was. A mistake.
However, Lucifer had no idea how to get out of it. He’d lit a fire he couldn’t put out. (Story of his life.) So he departed the library as quickly as he could while the two demons watched him go with wolfish grins.
~o~
“You seem to have acquired yourself a couple of new shadows.”
Lucifer looked up from his design sketchbook to see the Radio Demon standing over his chair. He wasn’t looking at him though. Instead, his eyes trained on the two silhouettes peeking from the ajar door leading from the parlor to the dining room. He looked... displeased.
“Yeah, they’re not very subtle, are they?” Lucifer sighed, trying to concentrate on a particular design of a new prototype. However, he felt his whole body immediately tense up as he ever did whenever Alastor came near him. Ready for anything.
Alastor’s dark red eyes flicked to him. “What did you do?”
“Why are you just assuming it’s my fault?” Lucifer asked, affronted. At the Radio Demon’s flat look, he conceded, “Alright, fine. They’re just- Trying to help. In their own way.”
“Help with what?” Alastor demanded.
Lucifer stared at him. “Why are you getting so tetchy?”
“I’m not tetchy. You’re imagining things.”
“Yeah... totally imagining things,” the king replied slowly, giving the Radio Demon the side eye.
Suddenly whirling on him, Alastor grasped the arms of his chair, using his larger frame to essentially trap him in his seat. “You never said anything about the hallway.”
The what now? Confused and alarmed, Lucifer tried to think back. Oh right, they were arguing about the hallway last week, weren’t they? He’d been so flustered by Angel and Husk that he hadn’t given it a second thought. Then kind of forgot about it. Surely it was that ugly green shiplap already, wasn’t it? “Was I supposed to?” he asked, as Alastor’s eyes narrowed.
Alastor sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he muttered to himself. “Sometimes I just want to slice you up and keep you in my pocket, my little wolf.”
The fuck?
“Forget it,” the Radio Demon growled. Then dissipated into the shadows.
Lucifer stared at the empty space in front of him. Then whirled on the two witnesses. He splayed his arms out exaggeratingly, like ‘Well?’
Three pairs of arms answered with confused shrugs. Okay. Fair. That was more threatening than flirting. But it was another pet name! Surely that had to count for something. Sighing heavily, Lucifer gave up on his design work, tossing his sketchbook into a dimensional pocket for safekeeping. “You two really need to get better at hiding,” he chastised as he swept past Angel and Husk.
“Oh suck my dick, we’re tryin’ here!” Angel called out as Lucifer headed to the elevators.
The ride up to his floor was relatively quick, but felt like it took forever. Sharing a very awkward and blessedly short ride with a sinner that looked like a pelican. He had no idea what their name was. Finally, the light elevator opened up to the darkened hallway of the penthouse level. He hadn’t actually gotten a good look at it since he kept portaling into his room. With a quick snap of his fingers, the lights turned on illuminating the hallway in light.
There was still green, but... Lovely white wainscotting paneled the hallway, topped with forest green paint. It was normal. Nice, even. Like a perfect match of their two preferences. Something they’d both like.
...Yup. He had. Perfectly normal feelings about this.
Ears radiating with heat, Lucifer decided that he ought to just call it a night.
~o~
Much to Lucifer’s relief, Angel’s grabby surprise flirt attacks didn’t actually manifest.
Not that he didn’t try, but he always found a way to conveniently trip over himself before he got close. On floors that were suspiciously shadowy. If Lucifer didn’t already suspect who was behind it, he got his confirmation soon enough as he was minding his business one early morning heading into the kitchen. He heard a sharp, “Husker,” come from behind him and felt the whoosh of air from the full body tackle coming inches from his neck.
He turned around and found Angel all tangled up on the ground with an apologetic Husk pinning him down. Alastor loomed over the both of them like some ghoulish guardian angel, eyes narrowed as he watched them squirm on the ground. The Radio Demon used the tip of his cane, tilting Angel’s chin upwards. “What exactly do you think you’re doing?” he asked with a chilling smile. “In my time, attacking royalty warranted a death sentence. Are you looking to get executed?”
Lucifer cringed, feeling guilty that he’d ever gotten the pair of them involved. Until Alastor hissed:
“How dare you think you can lay hands on my angel?”
Lucifer’s head snapped between Alastor’s dark eyes and Angel and Husk. Waiting for them to react appropriately to the claim. But no. Nothing. Other than their continued struggling on the kitchen floor.
Okay. Was he going nuts or something? Why weren’t they hearing this?!
“Husk!” Lucifer cried in outrage. He’d been the one who’d been saying he wanted to see Alastor make a pass at him most of all. “C’mon man! What the Hell is wrong with you?!”
Alastor glanced over him, a pleased expression settling over his features. Apparently, getting the wrong idea and thinking Lucifer was siding with him. Well whatever. Let him think what he liked. They were all insane. In any case, it was enough for the Radio Demon to release his compulsion over his servant, letting the both of them clamber apart from each other.
With a pleasant grin, Alastor strode by him and chirped a smug, “You’re welcome,” into his ear before heading to the percolator to make that black sludge that barely passed as coffee.
Lucifer slowly turned, settling an incensed gaze on Angel and Husk. Betrayed. “You two. We need to talk,” he growled, his tone brooking no argument as he stormed from the kitchen. The pair picked themselves up off the floor and begrudgingly followed. They ended up back in the library. Warded again for privacy. Dirty looks thrown all around with a bunch of butt hurt feelings.
“You know, I think you really need to stop this,” Lucifer said at last. “You’re clearly not helping me and you’re just getting your asses whooped in the process.”
“Well, excuse me. I didn’t think we’d have a traitor in our midst,” Angel snapped, folding both pairs of arms as he glared at the cat demon.
“Hey, that wasn’t my fault!” Husk cried. “You know what he’s like! I can’t do anything to him! And I’m not even getting any of the dirt that I was promised!”
Lucifer stared at him incredulously. “He just did it! Right in front of you!” he cried in outrage. At their baffled looks, it was all he could do not to sink his face into his hands and scream. Instead, he took in a long breath and tried to regain a modicum of composure befitting a king. “Okay, you know what. This is- this is ending today, okay? For all our sakes. The only thing I really could have gotten out of the both of you was how Husk managed to keep a straight face when you basically told him you were in love with him.”
At this, both Angel and Husk’s jaws dropped.
“WHAT?!” Husk cried, as the pornstar’s face began to redden profusely. “When the fuck did that happen?! Did you say that?!” he asked, turning to Angel who looked like he wanted to crawl into a hole and die there.
“I- I- I mean. I did, but-” Angel stammered, more flustered than Lucifer had ever seen him in his life. He began curling himself up into a protective ball, making himself as small as possible. “That wasn’t meant for you to hear!”
“The fuck are you talking about?” Lucifer frowned. “You said it right to his face. You said, ‘As soon as I saw you I fell in love with you.’”
The spider was now so red, it looked like steam was coming out of his ears. “Oh fuck, I can’t believe you heard that,” he cried, balling himself up even more as tears of humiliation streamed from his eyes. “Fuck, I’m so- Goddammit! Why you gotta call me out like that?!”
Oh... Ohhhh shiiiiit. His inner paternal instincts began to panic as the tears began to freefall, making him forget completely about his ire. Luckily though, Husk was there before he could do something rash like buy Angel a pony. Or a theme park.
Gently cupping Angel’s face, Husk pulled him up to meet his gaze. “Did you... Do you mean that?” he asked softly, almost reverent.
Angel sniffled loudly. “Shut the fuck up,” he muttered, still blushing madly. In whatever special language they had, apparently that meant yes as Husk’s face broke into an elated smile. Then he grasped the back of Angel’s neck and pulled him into a kiss. Which after a small gasp was quickly and passionately reciprocated.
Lucifer stood there awkwardly as they began to lewdly make out.
...Ooookay, time to leave.
Very quickly dropping the wards and making his exit, he let out a breath of relief. Only to startle to find a cup of coffee presented under his nose. He looked up to meet Alastor’s red eyes and a tense smile.
“Your Majesty, whatever were you talking about in there?” he asked pleasantly enough, though there was a dangerous undertone to his static voice.
Lucifer glowered at him, snatching the proffered cup of heavily sugared coffee. “Managed to make Angel cry. What’s it to you?”
Interest piqued, Alastor’s expression lightened as he gave the library doors his full consideration. He looked almost impressed. “Well, that certainly doesn’t happen every day. You should get an award.” Then he turned a smile that dare he say was sincere in his direction. “Aren’t you just full of surprises, my lovey?”
...Jesus fucking Christ.
Blushing profusely, Lucifer buried his face in his cup and decided that he had more than enough insanity for one day. He left immediately to find Charlie and Vaggie to cling to their sides for the rest of the day.
~o~
After he had a little bit of time to calm down, Lucifer eventually came to the conclusion that maybe the problem was him. He couldn’t think of any other explanation for it.
Maybe he could suddenly read minds? Because that would be both very fun but also incredibly violating. He’d never be able to be near his daughter again.
A quick experiment with Niffty quickly disproved that theory though. “Hey Niffty, think of a number between 1 and 10,000.”
“Ok!” the little maid chirped.
Lucifer stared at that inscrutable blank gaze. “42?”
“No, Sir! Blood!” she chirped happily.
Yeah. It wasn’t mind reading.
Maybe he could compel people to spill their deepest, darkest secrets? He thought he read about that once on the internet. He had a bit of a problem picking his victim for that. He wasn’t going to use it on Charlie or Vaggie. And definitely not on Niffty. And Husk and Angel couldn’t keep their hands off each other long enough for him to ask them.
Alastor it was.
“Hey Alastor,” he said, cornering the Radio Demon in the kitchen one evening making dinner. He did his very best seductive ‘I compel you’ voice, leaning against the kitchen counter so he could meet those red eyes. “Tell me. What is it you truly desire?”
Alastor froze. Like a deer. His whole body seemed to creak as he slowly turned to look at him, eyes wide.
Wait. Maybe this was it. Maybe it was working!
The spatula clattered to the tile ground as Alastor abruptly disappeared. Leaving Lucifer with food burning on the stove. “Oh fuck! Dammit!” he cried, rushing over to rescue everyone’s dinner.
He was starting to run out of ideas that were remotely credible. Hypnosis. Random peeks into the multiverse. His heavenly family playing a really, really cruel trick on him. Or maybe he just was actually going nuts. After a while, Lucifer just decided that if he was actually going insane there really wasn’t much he could do about it. And that he should stop worrying about it. Just reap the benefits of it.
Because Alastor was still flirting with him.
And now that he really thought about it. Only him.
It felt. Really good. If he was being honest. And they hadn’t been hostile with each other in a while. Hard to when Alastor was telling him such sweet come ons in the middle of their fights. And looked at him with such fond affection. And did things like redecorate for him or tailor every meal just for him.
The pet names were starting to get ridiculous though.
It made sense that it would be a pet name that would blow everything up.
Lucifer was trying so damn hard to concentrate on his book. But it was really fucking difficult when Alastor had cosied up to the chair next to his in the library. Not reading at all. Instead just making eyes at him, like he wanted to eat him whole. He idly twirled his cane, a mellow tune playing from the radio. “I wonder...” Alastor said, more to himself than anyone, “what would you do if I kissed you right now, my cabbage.”
A flush of heat crawled down Lucifer’s shoulders as he tried not to react. Tried to pretend he didn’t hear it. But...
“Cabbage?” he echoed, looking up from his book at the absolutely ridiculous pet name. “How am I a cabbage?”
The music abruptly stopped with a sharp screech of feedback and Alastor went very, very still. Then he let out a jarring laugh that was almost painful to listen to. “A what- a cabbage?” he asked in a slightly hysterical voice, “why would I call you a vegetable? Dear me, are you hungry? Maybe I should make you a snack.” He abruptly rose from his chair, looking ready to flee.
Lucifer slowly lowered his book. Taking in the flustered expression over Alastor’s face. So... he wasn’t crazy after all. “If you’re going to stick with pet names, I like little wolf.”
A bright blush erupted over the Radio Demon’s face, his posture shrinking with sheer mortification. It was fascinating. “You- you weren’t supposed to hear that,” he said weakly. A strange echo of Angel’s very words. “Why the Hell didn’t you tell me you could speak French?!”
Oh.
...Ohhhhhhh~
Oh fuck, he was so fucking dumb.
Despite the immense self-deprecation, a strange giddy, bubbly feeling built up inside of Lucifer. Relieved. Embarrassed. And more than a little smug. “Well, I don’t actually,” he smiled, setting his book aside to hop up to his feet. “I existed before languages were a thing.” He lightly strode up to the big bad Radio Demon, who was quickly turning into a blushing mess. A wicked smile stretched across his lips. “Hold on, were you only flirting with me all this time because you thought I couldn’t understand you? That’s... so adorable.”
“Shut up, you brainless cretin,” Alastor snapped, all traces of his aloof facade crumbling around him. “I should kill you, right now.”
“Aw, but you won’t because you like me so much,” Lucifer teased, managing to corner Alastor up against a library shelf. Who was starting to look extremely uncomfortable. “Been dishing it out all this time, but you can’t take it,” the devil laughed, when Alastor refused to meet his eyes. He let out a considering hum. “Man, I do feel kinda left out though. Everyone always says French is the language of love. Shame I can’t really hear it. Fucking weird pet names though.”
Alastor only let out a faint wheeze of distress.
Feeling just a little sorry for him, Lucifer let a fond smile touch his lips. “By the way, the answer’s ‘whatever you want’.”
“What?” Alastor demanded sharply. Suspicious.
His fingers grasped onto the dark red lapel, pulling the Radio Demon’s face closer to his. “The answer to your question. What would I do if you kissed me right now?” He leaned up, smiling with half lidded eyes, lips scarcely an inch from Alastor’s own. “Whatever you want.”
Finally understanding, Alastor sucked in a soft breath, his discomfort easing away in view of the veritable banquet that Lucifer had on offer. His clawed hand reached out, cupping the back of the devil’s neck, cradling it upwards. “Well,” he said, licking his lips, “how can I possibly say no to that?” Then he bent down, closing the distance between himself and his little wolf.