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Today was not Lucifer’s day
Forget the fact that he was woken up by the screams of the hotel residents and to his daughter busting down his door in a panic, shouting that some merry band of assholes were destroying the lobby. Or that he was the one who had to deal with both dispatching the pricks and had to produced multiple clones to help with the clean up, which gave him the worst headache ever.
“Hey, Dad! We need another one!”
Lucifer sighed heavily as he snapped his fingers. In an instant, another copy of himself appeared, broom in hand ready to help Niffy with sweeping up debris. No, the main reason he was so irritated was due to one sinner alone.
“Hm, are you sure that’s the best way to use your clones, Lucifer?” Came a filtered voice.
Fucking Alastor.
Ever since they came downstairs to help with cleanup, the Overlord would not leave him the hell alone. Always over Lucifer’s shoulder telling him that he thought it was better to focus on this area, or that the king should send his clones over somewhere else instead of to the more obvious task at that needed attention.
It was really starting to get old.
“Dad! Alastor! Husk says that there’s a wall down in one of the stairwells. Apparently some of those demons managed to make it back there. Think you two could lend a hand with it?”
Lucifer looked at the tacky sinner, the prick’s smile widened so much that the king was worried for a moment it’d split Alastor’s face. Instead, the sinner simply purred out, “Of course, young Charolette! I’ll send my very best help!”
With a snap of his fingers, Alastor’s shadow materialized. It hissed softly before the sinner flicked his hand in the direction of the stairs, causing the apparition to speed off.
Not wanting to be outdone, Lucifer summoned a clone and barked orders at it to go help. The copy gave a brief nod before chasing after the retreating figure.
Alastor hummed softly as the clone ran off. Lucifer cut his eyes at him and growled out, “Have something to say there?”
A snort answered him as Alastor inspected his claws before gazing down to meet Lucifer’s glare, “Just wondering why you even bother with those cheap imitations. They’re hardly durable for such a task don’t you think? I mean, one little hit and they disappear. Barely worth anything to help keep this hotel in shape.”
Lucifer’s eye twitched as he spun around to face Alastor fully, “Oh really? And that shadow of yours is any better? How the hell is it supposed to clean up any rumble when it doesn’t even have proper hands to lift shit with!”
He noticed out of the corner of his eye Vaggie and Charlie head their way, concern written on their faces. That didn’t stop Alastor though, he simply scoffed and waved a hand in Lucifer’s face, “Nonsense, of course leave it to you to only look at things on a surface level. Maybe if you paid more attention to what goes on around you, that you’d realize my shadow is far more capable than you think.”
‘Oh that son of a bitch.’
Angel and Husk were now raising their heads, eyebrows cocked as the porn star pulled out a bag of popcorn from fucking nowhere, sharing it with the feline avian.
Before Lucifer could open his mouth to tell the sinner just exactly where and how he could go fuck himself. The king felt a phantom breeze on his backside. A shiver raced down his spine as the brief touch turned into what felt like a grope.
‘What the fuck was going on?’
He focused in on his clones, most were still off doing their tasks, but the last one he made wasn’t in its spot. That copy was walking down a hallway instead of lingering in the stairwell.
With something hot on its trail.
Shaking his head slightly, he turned his attention back to Alastor, who looked slightly confused himself. Lucifer ignored the expression and snapped out, “Yeah that shadow of yours sure is capable alright. So much so that I totally didn’t have to come in and whip Adam’s ass because you and that damn thing had the whole ordeal covered, right?”
A shrill bit of feedback rang in the air as Alastor’s eyes flashed for a moment. The sinner was able to quickly rein it in, but not before releasing another bout as Lucifer stiffened.
‘Okay, now what the fuck!’
His cock was slowly stiffening in his slacks, not enough to tent them, but enough that he could feel it. Along with the faint sensation of something being wrapped around it.
Blinking, he was able to see through that last clones eyes. What he saw before him made his heart race.
Before the clone, on its knees, was Alastor’s shadow. The ghostly mouth was quickly working at the copy’s length, its long black tongue was completely wrapped around the base. The tip of it flicked against the head of the clones member, drawing a whine from its throat as blackened fingers tried to grope at the apparition.
Looking to Alastor, he saw that the sinner had his jaw clenched tight. The tendons in his neck were standing out, and just a little bit of sweat beaded on his forehead.
‘Oh this is perfect.’
Smirking, Lucifer cocked his head to the side, “What’s the problem, Al? You’re looking a little flustered there buddy. What, don’t like being reminded of your failures-“
“Shut up!”
Static and feedback screamed in the air as Alastor snarled. Before Lucifer could get another word in, Charlie shoved her way between the two of them, holding a hand to each of their chests, “That’s enough you two! No more fighting, we’re supposed to be cleaning this mess up, not try and make a bigger one.”
She turned her gaze to Lucifer, fixing him with a harsh look, “Dad, you owe Alastor an apology. He’s done nothing but help ever since he arrived here. Try to cut him a little slack.”
Without missing a beat, she focused her gaze on Alastor next, “And you, stop egging it on. I don’t know what is up with you two but you need to cut this out. Why don’t you two go look over the hotel and make sure nothing else is damaged. Alastor you take the east wing and dad, you can take the west.”
Lucifer opened his mouth to reply, but before the words could come out, another very inappropriate image flashed through his mind of what his clone was up to. Deciding it wasn’t worth it, he took a very much needed step back and smoothed out his vest, “Fine. Just have him stay out of my way.”
He stormed off without another word, heading the opposite way from where his clone went. That didn’t matter too much to him, though. All he needed to do was get out of sight and he could open a portal to where that copy was at.
And figure out what the fuck was going on.
Sparing a glance over his shoulder, he saw Alastor quickly making his way towards the stairwell where their duplicates went. His stride was a bit stiff, almost like he didn’t know how to walk around with a certain problem between his legs.
‘Interesting…’
It only took a moment for Lucifer to find a little corner to duck into. Once he was certain no one would be stopping by, he opened up a portal and quickly stepped through it.
When he came out the other side, the king almost slammed directly into Alastor. His gateway landed him just the hotel room door, a brief thought passed through his head about just how fast did Alastor run to get here. Banishing it for the moment, he halted up at the sinner, growling out, “Just what game are you playing here? The fuck is going on with your damn shadow.”
Alastor sneered down at Lucifer, disdain written clear on his features, “I’m inclined to ask you the same thing. My shadow has never behaved like this before, perhaps it’s your copy that’s lead it down this…path.”
Alastor’s face flushed slightly at the word, causing a little thrum of interest to run through Lucifer. The shade of the blush almost matched the sinners crimson hair.
‘Heh, looks kind of cute.’
Shaking his head, he chose to ignore the thought for now. First, they needed to get inside and try to break up whatever the hell game their duplicates were getting at.
Lucifer moved forward and wrapped his hand around the doorknob, casting one last look to Alastor, he murmured, “You ready?”
A curt nod was his only response before the door was pushed open. The sight before them cause the king’s jaw to drop and for the sinner to release a shrill bit of feedback.
‘What the fuck’
Lucifer and Alastor stood there in silence. Their respective copies had moved onto the bed. The clone was currently face down on the mattress while Alastor’s shadow was eagerly lapping at its entrance. Large hands gripped alabaster thighs, spreading them wide as the grinning apparition’s inky tongue pressed deep inside, causing the copy to scream loudly at the feeling.
And for Lucifer to groan at the sensation.
A symphony of moans rang out into the air as the clone ground its backside against the dark tongue. Lucifer had to bite his lips to restrain the whine that threatened to escape while Alastor was working his jaw, a pained look shining in his eyes.
Not wanting to let this continue, Lucifer snarled out, “That’s enough you two! Break it up now!”
The pair on the bed paused for a moment. Green and yellow-red eyes stared their originals down. A moment passed before they simply continued with their activities. Effectively ignoring the two by the door.
And Lucifer couldn’t help but watch.
As terrible as it sounded, seeing the two move in synch with one another was beautiful in its own way. Hypnotizing. When one moved forward, the other pressed back. It was almost tender having it play out before him.
Cutting his eyes back to Alastor, he noticed the sinner was sporting a rather sizable tent in his pants. The cries coming from the other side of the room didn’t seem to help this issue either. With every noise from the copy, the hidden length twitched in its confines. Almost begging to be released.
Alastor met his gaze and shifted around uncomfortably, hands tugging at his overcoat to futilely try and hide his growing need, “Last time I checked, my eyes are up here, Lucifer.”
The way Alastor said his name should not have sent a shiver down his spine, but it did. Perhaps it was due to the two that were still going at it on the bed, but it caused the king to feel a little hot under the collar.
The sensation alone got him thinking.
He would be a liar if he said that the thought had never crossed his mind before. Yeah, Alastor was a tacky, pompous asshole. However, he could see the appeal of the demon. Those long legs that went on forever would be perfect either standing over him or wrapped around his waist. The sinner’s face wasn’t too bad to look at either. Especially when those crimson eyes glowed whenever Alastor was amused. In the rare moments when that outdated filter dropped from his voice, it was actually pleasant to hear him talk too, even if it was usually to tell a shitty joke.
However, due to their volatile relationship, he never considered approaching the sinner on the topic. He figured that Alastor wasn’t interested in sex given how he’s always turning down Angel’s half hearted advances, but seeing the Radio Demon get so flustered right now gave him an idea.
Sliding a little closer, just until their arms brushed, Lucifer purred out, “Oh I know where they are, I just couldn’t help but notice that a part of you decided to go camping. Tell me, does watching this get you all hot and bothered, Alastor.”
A little moan escaped the sinner as his shadow moved away from the clones entrance. It sat back on its heels to press its own ghostly need to the slick hole before sliding in deep.
A cry tore from Lucifer’s lips as the sensation almost caused him to buckle.
Grabbing Alastor’s arm for stability, Lucifer took a deep breath as the feeling of being so full hit him. It took all of his self control not to collapse into a crying heap right there. One of Alastor’s hands clasped his own, a loud, drawn out staticky screech filled the air as the Overlord attempted to maintain his own composure.
They held onto each other for a moment as they watched the shadow steadily pump into the whimpering clone. Its face was flushed gold as its hands clawed at the sheets beneath it. With each thrust, Lucifer could feel his own cock twitch to life in his slacks, begging to be let out.
Alastor growled softly as his shadow wrapped a hand around the copy’s pale throat, holding it in place while it fucked in deep. The sinner turned his attention back to Lucifer. Eyes narrowed as he shoved the king away, “Don’t fucking touch me.”
Lucifer fell down on his knees, peering up at Alastor through his lashes. The sight of the demon before him caused his breath to hitch. The flush had grown, covering most of the pale grey skin on Alastor’s face, only to trail down the length of his neck. His pupils were dilated, blown wide covering up most of the red iris, and his breathing was labored. As if it pained him to be involved in this little fucked up affair.
A snarl drew both of their attentions back to the bed. Tears were now steadily flowing down the clone’s face, the sensation of them making Lucifer’s own tingle. Choked gasps filled the air before Alastor’s shadow shoved in hard once more before it stilled. The faintest trickle of spend could be seen dripping down the duplicates pale thighs. In the same moment, the copy stiffened up, painting the sheets beneath it white with its own release.
It took all of Lucifer’s self control not to cum with his clone. His cock absolutely throbbed in his slacks, pre steadily leaked from the tip, causing an embarrassing wet patch to form in the front.
He watched as, almost instantly, the duplicate disappeared in a puff of red smoke. Leaving the shadow alone on the bed. Its head swiveled around as it searched for where its partner went.
Until those glowing green eyes landed on Lucifer.
A shiver shot through him as the apparition was before him in an instant. Smoky hands pulled him up to his feet before the see-through figure pushed him against the wall with a hiss.
He didn’t have time to think as a long tongue fell from the shadows jaw, flicking in the air as it leaned his head towards Lucifer’s throat. The tip of its tongue barely touch his skin before-
“Enough!”
Both heads snapped at the sound of Alastor’s voice, the sinner was panting heavily. Eyes narrowed into slits at he ground out, “Step away from him and make yourself scarce. Now!”
The lights in the room flickered as Alastor’s as demonic tone overtook his speech. The harsh sound of radio static buzzed in Lucifer’s ears, causing him to wince. The shadow hesitated, looking torn between disobeying its master and ravaging Lucifer.
After a beat, the figure moved away from the king, hissing loudly at Alastor before slinking off through the door with a shriek.
Lucifer took a breath as he tried to calm himself down. The last few moments played through his head on loop as frustration rose in his chest. It was bad enough that he just had to watch what could only be described as a fantasy come to life, but for the asshole to stop his shadow right before it was his turn? He didn’t ask for Alastor to stop the damn thing. Why butt in now?
It’s not until Alastor moved to stand in front of him, pressing in close, that he feels why.
‘Oh. Shit.’
Glancing up at Alastor, Lucifer gives him a little smirk, “I didn’t ask for you to step in, ya know. What, was somebody upset that he wasn’t going to get his chance to play with the king?”
Alastor’s lips curled back, exposing sharp rows of yellow teeth, “Nonsense. I was simply saving myself from another pathetic sight like what we just witnessed. Though, you must admit now, Lucifer, that your clones are weak. One couldn’t even handle my shadow.”
Seeing this as his moment to test the waters, Lucifer pressed tightly against Alastor, trailing one hand up his arm, “Well, that may be. But I can assure you that I’m made of sterner stuff. Why not let your shadow have a little fun with me, huh? Is it because of this.”
He pressed their hips together, causing Alastor to growl low in his throat. The sinner’s eyes took a more predatory gleam as he stared the king down, “I’d advise you not to touch me.”
Lucifer felt his smirk grow wider, he couldn’t help himself as slipped his hand further down to barely brush Alastor’s member, “And why’s that? Your little counterpart didn’t seem to have an issue laying its hands on me, and it’s an extension of you, right? I bet you were able to feel everything it felt, including-,”
He leaned in even closer, he had to stand on the tips of his hooves just to reach Alastor’s neck, but the affect the action had on the demon was the same, “-How it felt to be inside of me. Tell me, was it good? Tight and wet enough for you? I could almost hear the gears in your head turning as you watched like the little cuck you are and-“
A large hand wrapped around his throat, cutting off anything else he had to say. Alastor shoved him back against the wall, leaning down close until his lips were only a hair’s breadth away from Lucifer’s own, “Brats like you really need to learn to keep their mouths shut, or would you rather meager imitations do it for you?”
A gasp escaped the king’s throat, he pawed briefly at Alastor’s hand before dropping it to his side. The sinner wasn’t intending on killing him, his eyes were dark and hooded in front of Lucifer’s own. All he needed was one last push before he broke.
And Lucifer knew just how to do it.
Using Alastor’s arm for leverage, he managed to hoist his legs up to where he could wrap them around the sinner’s narrow waist. He used them to bring Alastor in closer, whispering against his lips, “I’d rather the real thing keep me quiet, but I doubt you’re up for the challenge.”
Static hung heavy in the air as Alastor looked panicked for just a moment. It passed as soon as it came, a dark mask fitted onto the sinner’s expression instead, “Let this be your lesson then.”
Lucifer had no time to reply as Alastor crashed their lips together with a snarl. Immediately, Alastor’s slick tongue parted Lucifer’s lips, sliding inside to wrap around the kings own. A pained groan sounded from Lucifer as those sharp teeth dug into his lips, causing little droplets of blood to spill into the sinner’s awaiting mouth.
One hand firmly held onto Lucifer’s hip while the other that was wrapped around his throat moved away, trailing down Lucifer’s torso until it reached his pants. A shocked gasp tore from him as Alastor quite literally ripped his pants and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing the now useless garments down to the floor.
Not wanting to be outdone, Lucifer tangled his fingers in crimson hair, tugging the strands hard. Alastor moaned against his mouth, allowing to king to shove his own tongue down the sinner’s throat, flicking the muscle across the sharp teeth. He pulled back slightly to draw the Overlord’s lower lip in, suckling it to see what kind of response he would get.
The reaction was instant, Alastor pressed them impossibly closer, doing his best to devour Lucifer’s lips in the process. It was messy, drool ran rampant down both their chins as they shamelessly ground into each other. The sweet friction of Alastor’s clothed member against Lucifer’s own was torture, brought to him in the best way as he whined against the sinner’s lips.
Pulling back entirely, Lucifer pressed their foreheads together and whispered out, “Hurry up, Al. I’m sick of waiting for you.”
Alastor growled while the hand on his hip slipped back to his ass, groping it harshly before the sinner spread Lucifer’s cheeks wide. That impossibly hard cock continued to eagerly rut into the king, making him shiver beneath Alastor’s eager touch.
Lucifer thrashed in the hold. The teasing was too much, everything in his being demanded to have Alastor take him. With a whine, the king groaned out, “You take too fucking long to teach, Alastor. Fucking get on with it already.”
A snarl of “Fucking brat”answered him as Alastor’s free hand moved to his buckle and zipper. It took a little fumbling on the sinner’s end before he was able to fish his leaking member out.
And oh.
‘Oh.’
Lucifer had gotten a decent look and an inkling of a feel for what the shadow had down below, but that paled in comparison to what Alastor was packing.
It quickly dawned on him that he might have to actually use his cane for the next few days. The thought was dismissed with a yelp as Alastor adjusted his grip, throwing Lucifer’s legs over his arms to press the thick cock head against his entrance.
Dry.
“Hey!”
Red eyes snapped up to meet his own, annoyance shined in them as Alastor growled out, “What, I’m just giving you what you’re asking for.”
A huff escaped Lucifer as he rolled his eyes, “You don’t fucking go in dry! I understand you’re probably new to all of this, but the least you could do is get it a little wet for me.”
Alastor’s eyes narrowed, he worked his mouth open and shut for a moment before a sigh slipped past his lips. Letting one of Lucifer’s legs go, he brought his fingers to his mouth and made quick work of coating them in salvia. Lucifer watched in rapt attention as that sinful tongue slid in between each digit, a shiver ran down his spine as he remember how good the shadow’s tongue felt inside the copy’s hole.
It made him wish that Alastor would do the same.
After a moment, dulled claws slipped in between his cheeks, the first once gently circled the furled hole before pushing in deep. Lucifer hissed at the feeling. It had been forever since anything had been inside of him, and while the slight burn wasn’t unwelcome, it didn’t mean he fully enjoyed it either. It took a minute of Alastor pressing inside of him before the tip barely grazed his prostate, causing Lucifer to ground his hips down, “Yes, just like that Alastor. Fuck!”
A croon left the sinner as he continued to pump the digit in and out, kissing down the side of Lucifer’s neck. He bit down hard enough to draw blood with simultaneously sliding the second one inside, causing the king to cry out and arch his back, “Shit! Watch it, Alastor.”
The Overlord hummed against his skin while his long tongue eagerly lapped up the golden blood that flowed from the small wound, working those skilled fingers at a more rapid pace. Alastor curled them upwards, slamming them right into Lucifer’s sweet spot once more. The feeling caused the king to buck his hips, “Fuck! If you don’t hurry up I’m doing to find someone to do it for me!”
Alastor’s eyes snapped up to meet his own. The sinner cocked his head to the side and purred out, “I wouldn’t recommend that course of action, Lucifer. I’ll give you just what you desire.”
The Overlord grabbed Lucifer’s dangling leg and readjusted it back over his arm, pressing the tip of his cock against the now slick entrance. Alastor’s permanent smile grew as he growled out, “I hope you’re ready, Lucifer. Let’s see if you’re truly more durable than those cheap clones of yours.”
A retort died on the tip of Lucifer’s tongue as Alastor slammed in to the hilt. Heavy balls pressed flushed against his ass for just a moment before the sinner pulled back out, giving the king no time to adjust before he set a brutal pace. Lucifer immediately threw his arms around Alastor’s neck as he cried out, “Ah! Fuck-Alastor!”
It had been ages since he was properly filled like this, each thrust from Alastor stretched him to his absolute limits as the thick length pushed into him. He could feel the large cock throb whenever Alastor bottomed out, causing little moans and whimpers to escape Lucifer. The movements madd little stars dance in his field of vision when the ruddy tip pressed into his sweet spot, coupled with the lewd sounds of skin slapping skin that began to fill the air.
But it wasn’t enough.
He began to rock into Alastor’s thrusts, allowing for the sinner to slide in deeper, striking his prostate in the process, “You-ah-call this a lesson? I’ve been fucked more thoroughly by imps. Surely you can do better than this, Radio Demon.”
Alastor’s eyes flashed to their dial form at the insult, the grip of Lucifer’s legs tightened as the sinner slammed him down to the hilt, grinding narrow hips up into the smaller, “My apologies, Lucifer. I forgot I was servicing royalty here.”
With that, Alastor’s renewed his efforts with vigor. Practically using Lucifer as his personal cock sleeve with how he worked the king along his length, fucking into him with enough force to crack the wall behind them.
Lucifer had to bite his lip to stop a scream from coming out, this is what he needed, to see the sinner come undone and just fuck him.
Though they were causing a little more property damage than he intended.
Tapping Alastor’s arm, he managed to cry out, “Fuck, Alastor. Calm it down. You’re going to put me through the wall at this rate.”
For a moment, he was worried that Alastor wouldn’t listen to him, but after a pause his pace slowed considerably. The drawn out drag of that monstrous cock made Lucifer shiver as he felt every inch slide in and out of his hole. Alastor panted heavily, eyes almost crazed, before he snapped out, “What do you suggest I do then, Lucifer.”
With a glare, Lucifer moved his hips down in slow circles, relishing the way it made the sinner groan, “Do I need to spell it out for a simple demon like you? Take me to bed, Alastor.”
Alastor stared at him for a moment before Lucifer found himself being pulled away from the wall. The sinner didn’t bother to pull out of him as he quickly made his way towards the bed where their copies had laid. Each step sent a wave of pleasure throughout Lucifer’s body, making him cling and whimper against Alastor’s chest.
He yelped as Alastor unceremoniously dumped him onto the bed. The Overlord grabbed the front of his vest and shirt. With a devious smirk at Lucifer, he ripped them off. A maniacal laugh left those sinful lips as the king lied there in shocked. Stripped down to nothing but his leather boots.
The sinner purred as he made a show of licking his teeth, “Now that’s a look I don’t mind seeing. Perhaps you should dress like this more often. Better than the tacky attire you’re usually in.”
Lucifer started to defend his choice of clothing, though the complaint was cut short as Alastor descended upon him. The Overlord wasted no time lifting Lucifer’s legs up, practically folding him in half as he slid back into the tight heat.
Sounds of the bed creaking against their movements rang out in the air as Alastor drove into Lucifer. Pace punishing and unrelenting as the sinner appeared to be trying his best to fuck the stubbornness out of the king.
At his wits end from the constant stimulation to his prostate, Lucifer tried to reach a hand down to stroke his leaking need. The neglected member bobbed pathetically against his stomach, throbbing each time Alastor pushed inside of him.
Red eyes narrowed as Lucifer grabbed his cock, causing the sinner to reach up, his much larger hand swatted the king’s away to touch it himself. Bending down, Alastor licked a line from the base of Lucifer’s neck all the way to his ear, while steadily pumping the pale cock, “I’ll give you one thing, Lucifer. This is better than what my shadow was able to show me. You feel divine.”
A whimper escaped him as the dual stimulation set his nerves ablaze. Each movement pushed him closer to that blissful peak, just a little more…
It only took a handful of harsh thrusts before his back arched a final time. Pearly cum painted his stomach and Alastor’s hand as his orgasm tore through him, causing him to throw his head back with a scream of, “Alastor!”
A loud growl rang out from the demon as he ducked his head down, sinking his teeth into Lucifer’s shoulder to gulp down multiple mouthfuls of heavenly blood, increasing his pace in the process. The bed was threatening to collapse beneath them from the rough movements, but hung on as Alastor fucked into the king. Slowly driving the other to the point of overstimulation.
After a few fleeting moments, Alastor released Lucifer’s shoulder, blood dripping from his chin onto the kings chest, “Shit, I’m getting close, Lucifer.”
Lucifer keened beneath him, raking his claws down Alastor’s arm, not caring how they shredded the fabric of the sinner’s tacky suit in their wake. Wrapping his legs around the slim waist, he pulled Alastor in deeper, “Then what are you waiting for? Does someone need my permission to cum?”
A snarl ripped through Alastor’s throat, eyes flashing as he leaned forward, pressing in impossibly deep, “You know, I really fucking hate you right now.”
“I got that. Now, shut up and cum for me, Alastor.”
The command was all it took before radio feedback filled the air, Alastor’s hips stuttered for just a moment before pushing in one last time with a loud groan. Lucifer shivered as hot cum filled him up, the comforting warmth spreading throughout his body.
They laid there panting for a moment, both coming down from their respective highs. Alastor didn’t let the moment last too long, though. After a brief pause, he pulled out, moaning softly as he watched his seed leak from Lucifer’s stretched out hole.
Quickly, the sinner put space between the two of them. He tucked himself back into his pants and looked over the ruined state of his suit sleeves, “Did you really have to damage these? I’ll have to pay a visit to the tailor to get these repaired.”
Lucifer shot him a withering look as he sat up in the bed, wincing as more cum dripped from his abused entrance, “Do you really want to go there right now? Who’s the one who destroyed my entire outfit? Last time I checked it was some seven foot something radio demon with an attitude.”
Alastor scoffed, turning his nose up, “Me doing that was a service to the rest of the staff. That abomination should’ve been burned long ago.”
A chuckle escaped Lucifer as he settled back against the headboard. They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence, neither of them would make eye contact with the other, but no more blood was being spilled so Lucifer counted it as a win.
Deciding he had enough of this, the king threw his head back with a huff, “So. Do we want to discuss this whole ordeal or are you going to ignore it?”
A bout of feedback rang out in the air, Lucifer was able to catch the blush that crept up Alastor’s cheeks, “There’s nothing to discuss, Lucifer.”
Groaning and scrubbing his hand across his face, the king sighed, “Yeah. You’re right. You just suddenly had the urge to fuck me after seeing your shadow fuck my clone and try to put a move on me. No discussion needed there. Right?”
He tried to get Alastor to meet his gaze, but the sinner refused. Instead, he made his way towards the door. Opening it, he paused before he crossed the entryway, “I…I do not have the words to explain what I am feeling. I can let you know this, that shadow serves as an extension of my emotions as I’m sure your clones do for you too. Do with that information what you will.”
Without another word, Alastor was gone. As the words sunk in, a smile spread across Lucifer’s face.
“How interesting…”