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“Get back here you little-- shit!”
Lucifer steps through the portal and immediately has to dodge a shadow tentacle thrown at him by the sinner. He rolls to one side and looks up in surprise. “What?”
The radio demon snarls with a hiss of static, standing tall several feet away and holding up one clawed hand swirling with green fire. “How dare you enter my personal space!” He throws another shadow at the blonde, and it wraps around one of his wrists, pinning it to the floor.
“Whoa! I just wanted to talk, you can’t keep avoiding me forever!” Lucifer protests as yet another shadow pins his other wrist down, holding him flat to the floor on his back. “You call me a coward, but you’re the one that keeps trying to escape a simple conversation!”
The tall deer demon steps towards Lucifer until he stands over the devil, smirking victoriously. “And yet, you’re the one pinned like an insect, your majesty.”
“Only because I’m letting you, don’t be smug.” The king relaxes his body, looking up at the deer demon from his place on his back and arching one dark eyebrow in challenge. “If last time is any indicator, you wouldn’t know what to do with me if you could pin me down for real.”
“Must everything be sexual with you?” Alastor curls a lip in distaste. “I just want to kill you, not fuck you!”
Lucifer snorts, and then chuckles, “Now there’s a hilarious idea. You really think you could kill me?”
Alastor’s eyes narrow into furious red slits, his expression stretching to bare more of his yellowed teeth, ears pointing forward aggressively. “Stop laughing, you ridiculous little man.”
He lifts one foot and rests it on Lucifer’s chest, bared teeth shifting into a smug sneer as he revels in the sight of the fallen angel trapped helplessly beneath his heel. “You’re all talk and no action. I should destroy you right now and broadcast your screams throughout the Pentagram, show all the sinners and Hellborn how powerless their King really is.”
A cocky smirk remains on Lucifer’s face, and he chuckles again. “You’re cute when you try to be menacing, you know that?” His yellow eyes take in Alastor’s triumphant, confident smile, and he tilts his head in amusement.
“Of course, you’re not nearly as tough as you think you are, Bambi.”
His alabaster skin starts to shimmer and then glow as he expands his Grace outwards, instantly burning away the shadows that bind his wrists down to the ground. The light continues expanding until it bathes Alastor’s room with such intense brightness that the deer demon stumbles backwards with a screech of feedback, bringing one arm up to shield his eyes.
After the burst of light fades, Lucifer casually sits up, leaning back on his hands, and smirking at the sight of the disoriented Radio Demon. His eyes roam over the sinner’s slender form, enjoying seeing the usually arrogant and confident demon reeling in pain and shock after being caught off guard.
The deer demon drops his arm, pinning the fallen angel with an intense red gaze. His lips are parted, and he’s panting as if breathless, ears vibrating with nervous energy. The static in the room increases, and he lunges forward as if to tackle the short blonde.
Lucifer’s smirk widens as Alastor charges forth, surging forward at the last minute to grab the tall redhead by the shoulders, twisting his body to flip him over. He pins the demon to the floor and straddles his hips, pressing the demon down with deceptive strength.
Chest heaving for breath, Alastor lifts his arms to push Lucifer away, only to have the king grab them and hold them both above his head. The fallen angel brings his face close, eyes narrowing in amusement as he takes in the way the deer demon’s own eyes have grown dilated during the brief tussle.
“My, this feels familiar. You, pinned in place like an unruly animal, panting and needy...”
Bucking his hips and thrashing in an attempt to unseat the shorter blonde, Alastor’s dusky cheeks flush darkly in embarrassment and anger. His ears pin back against his head, but he can’t hide the arousal in his darkened eyes from the fallen angel. “Shut up, you insufferable-- I am not an animal! And I’m definitely not needy!”
“You’re right, you’re not an animal.” Lucifer narrows his eyes, squeezing the deer demon’s wrists firmly, summoning a pair of gold shackles in place as he pulls away, sitting up to inspect the tall redhead beneath him. “You’re less than that.”
He brings one freed hand to Alastor’s neck, and wraps around it, squeezing as his eyes dart over the tall redhead’s face quickly in excitement. “You’re a worm… I should crush you beneath my shoe.”
Just as he hoped would happen, the Radio Demon’s eyes widen, pupils blown so wide that the red of his irises is hardly visible. His breath stutters in his throat even as the ambient static increases into an erratic gurgle of white noise.
“But you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Alastor?” The king continues, squeezing the other man’s slim neck tighter as the other hand rests on his lean chest. “You protest so much, but look at you. You’re desperate to be put in your place. You want to see me be the big bad Devil you were taught to fear in Sunday school, don’t you?”
“No!” Alastor growls, trying to lift his now bound hands only to realize the gold shackles seem to be stuck to the dark wood beneath him. “You disgust me.”
“Oh, really?” Lucifer shifts, pressing his face close enough to Alastor’s that their lips are only inches apart. His voice lowers to a smooth, sensual murmur, purple eyelids growing heavy. “Is that what you think? That I’m disgusting? That I’m weak, pathetic, a worthless ruler.. does that cover everything?”
He tightens his grip into a vice, cutting off the air and circulation in Alastor’s throat as his eyes invert once more, sclera turning red as his irises turn gold. “I could snap your neck right now without even straining myself.”
There is a squeal of radio interference and Alastor’s lips part as his body instinctively strains to suck in a breath. But instead of relaxing his grip, Lucifer leans down and presses a crushing kiss against the struggling deer demon’s open mouth, forcing his forked tongue inside.
Dark eyelashes fluttering, thin brows furrowed together, Alastor lets out a choked noise. His struggles turn into arching his body upwards, long tongue meeting Lucifer’s in a desperate tangle.
The Devil lets out a rumbling chuckle that seems to echo through Alastor’s bedroom, relaxing his grip on the tall demon’s neck enough that he can wheeze breath in through his nose, but Lucifer’s other hand raises to grab a harsh handful of red and black hair, holding the demon’s head in place so he can’t break the kiss.
He shivers as he deepens the kiss further, the Radio Demon’s struggles only increasing his excitement. His hand drops from the sinner’s neck to slide down his shoulder, and the flat plane of his chest.
Alastor groans, enthusiastically wrapping his eldritch tongue around the shorter blonde’s, forcing it deeper into the other demon’s throat as if desperate to fill him completely.
Lucifer pulls back from the kiss to growl, “You’re not running away again, Al.” He yanks up the radio demon’s shirt with both hands, tearing a couple buttons in the effort, and presses both hands under it to stroke his slim waist and climb up the sinner’s protruding ribs, black claws dragging down along his sides hard enough to leave red welts behind on the lightly furred, grey-brown skin.
“You have such a big fucking mouth, but I get it now. You just want me to shut you the hell up, don’t you?” He drops the hands to the deer demon’s pants, and eagerly begins to unbuckle the belt there, not wanting to waste any more time. “You want me to destroy you.”
The radio demon snarls, his red eyes heavy-lidded. His lips are wet and swollen from their kiss, and he licks the remnant of Lucifer’s taste from them. “You wouldn’t dare… Charlie would—”
“You’re right, Charlie wouldn’t be happy.” The king tears open Alastor’s pants, reaching inside them to grip the tall redhead’s hard cock as he leans up to purr into his twitching ear. “But she’d forgive me eventually.”
A groan is forced from Alastor’s lips as his hips jerk forward into that slim, hot hand. The king’s touch is nothing like the mechanical, detached way he deals with his own arousal when it’s too insistent to ignore. He feels absolutely drunk with desire. His mind is fogged with need the likes of which he’s never felt before.
Lucifer grins with a sense of triumph that he’s brought the normally unflappable deer demon to this state, his own body burning for more, tenting the front of his tight white pants. “Look at you.. writhing and moaning, falling apart for me. Who knew the proud Radio Demon would turn into a needy little whore with just a few touches?” He palms Alastor’s cock, his grip almost too rough. But he can’t get enough of the desperate sound of the tall redhead’s breath, the way he shakes slightly beneath him. Lucifer wants to see him fall apart completely, to see him beg.
The tall demon trembles, his grin straining at the corners as his brows draw together in an almost pained expression. Radio stations are skipped through rapidly as if the dial keeps spinning around and around. “I’m… No, that’s…” He can’t seem to get his thoughts in order, mind swimming and dazed. “You.. you’re toying with me..”
“Is that what you want, Al? To be my toy?” Lucifer asks before using both hands to yank down the sinner’s pants, revealing his heavy cock, the angry red head of which is already wet and leaking. He groans, rubbing one clawed thumb over the spongy tip, smearing it with precum before lifting the thumb to Alastor’s mouth, and forcing it past the sharp, yellow smile to clean it with the demon’s tongue.
The radio demon tries to turn his head away, curling his lip. But he doesn’t bite, and Lucifer watches with hot, narrowed eyes as he continues rubbing his thumb firmly against the long, wet tongue. “Look at you. You’re unraveling, losing control. Tell me how much you want this. How much you want to submit to me.”
“Nhh..” Alastor makes a breathless noise, and twists his wrists in their gold restraints, arching his body. “I’d never you-- you’re pathetic .. timid, spineless.”
Lucifer growls, his horns sprouting from his head as he snaps his fingers, causing Alastor’s shirt, vest, and bow-tie to vanish instants before the king digs his sharp teeth into the deer demon’s neck, biting down hard.
“Pathetic?” His tail whips in the air behind him. The fact that this arrogant, smug piece of shit walks around every day like he owns everything, making smart ass comments and looking down at him, pisses him off, and he takes it out on the tall redhead’s shoulder with another fierce bite. “You’re nothing. Nothing but a filthy sinner. You should be begging for my touch.”
Radio feedback screeches and Alastor bites his lip hard enough that his sharp, yellow teeth draw blood as he tries to bite back a strangled, breathless moan, his voice growling with static.
Radio interference swirl around them like a physical presence as Lucifer snaps again to remove the rest of Alastor’s clothing, sitting on his thighs to keep him down. “You act like you’re the king here, as if you’re untouchable. But look at you, trapped between me and the floor.” He growls, low and biting, reaching a hand up to smear the blood on Alastor’s lower lip across his face with a thumb before bringing it to his own mouth to suck clean. A low, harsh groan forces from his lips at the taste, and he drops that hand to squeeze his own aching cock through his pants.
“You are nothing compared to me. Nothing. I am the King of Hell, I was an angel on high, I’m the literal embodiment of sin, the most powerful demon in existence.” He cups the sinner’s scrotum and squeezes.
“I could break you whenever I wanted, make you kneel for me. I could kill you here and now, and there’s nothing you could do about it.” He growls with a near feral ferocity, nearly spitting out the words.
Gasping frantically, Alastor thrusts his hips forward, eyes rolling back in his head. Lucifer can feel the way the demon’s body tenses whenever the king mentions killing him, how his breathing quickens and his body shudders in reaction any time he brings up the idea of using his power. The knowledge is like a drug to the fallen angel, making him feel powerful and in control in a way he hasn’t in centuries.
“I… I dare you to try.” Alastor pants, his grin manic, an obvious challenge in his breathless voice. He wants to keep pushing the king further, part of him not even caring if he did fulfill his threats.
Lucifer reaches down to shove the deer demon’s thighs apart, sitting between them. “You want a demonstration, dog? Proof that I can break you whenever I want?” He drops the hand gripping the redhead’s scrotum down to rub harshly at the taut whorl between his cheeks.
“...Yes.” The word is forced out from Alastor’s lips, half groan, half primal, staticky growl, but it’s good enough for Lucifer, who summons wet lubrication to the tip of his fingers before ruthlessly shoving two pitch black fingers into the unprepared opening at once.
“Ah!” The radio demon gasps with another screech of feedback, ears pressed back against his head at the burning ache of muscles stretching in ways they’ve never had to before. He shudders at the discomfort, the slight pain enough to make his cock jump and squeeze out a thick drop of precum that drips down the swollen shaft.
“That’s it.” The king groans, working the two fingers in as far as he can, red eyes intense as he watches the tall redhead’s eyes go wide and fluttering. “You want me to make you feel weak and helpless, don’t you? You want to be at my mercy.” He pulls his fingers back just to force them forward again hard and fast, the ring of muscle tightening against his slick digits as he twists them inside.
“Ngh!” Alastor’s clawed hands grip into fists as he pulls at his wrists as if trying to free himself. But there’s an unmistakable glee in his straining grin when he reasserts that he can’t escape, dazed eyes watching the king of hell with a thirsty intensity. “God is the one who is supposed to be merciful, Lucifer.” He says with a breathless sneer.
“So you want me to be merciless?” The fallen angel groans, forcing a third finger into the tight opening, scissoring his fingers apart ruthlessly to make room. “I can take whatever I want from your worthless corpse, can’t I?” He growls, his own voice breathless now as he works the deer demon open.
He twists his fingers around, searching, until he feels the firm gland he’s searching for, and curls his fingertips, making the deer demon buck his hips and cry out. “Ah, yeah… that’s right..” He presses upwards. “Look at you, you desperate slut.”
Alastor whines, eyes wide, back arched up as he scrabbles on his hooves to get his legs under him so he can chase that intense feeling. “Lucifer!” He gasps, cock twitching and straining. “I’m--!”
“Ah-ah-ah, sinner.” Lucifer grips the base of Alastor’s cock firmly, blocking a climax as he pumps his fingers in and out of the slick hole. “You don’t get to come until I give you permission. Last time you left me hanging, I’m not going to tolerate such greedy behavior again this time.”
The radio demon grunts as Lucifer fucks into him with his fingers, gripping his base firmly so he can’t reach orgasm despite the constant onslaught of sensation. “You’re going to be good for me if it kills you again, Alastor. You’re not going to be allowed to come until you beg for it.”
The king waves his free hand to send away the gold cuffs encircling Alastor’s wrists, and pulls his fingers free before turning the sinner over and positioning him on his hands and knees. Despite his small stature, the fallen angel maneuvers the deer demon like a doll, as though he weighs nothing at all. His tail wraps around one of the sinner’s thighs, squeezing.
“Are you going to be still, or do I need to bind you again, Alastor?” He asks, voice low and rough as he takes in the sight of the sinner’s scarred, arched back, and the way his tail quivers.
“...bind me.” The radio demon replies through a thick buzz, white noise popping and snapping around his words.
Lucifer groans, leaning forward over the tall redhead and running his nails up along his bony spine until he reaches the nape of his neck, where he shoves hard to force the demon’s face down to the dark wood of the floor. He grabs the large, clawed hands in a tight grip to pull them behind Alastor’s back, binding them there with ropes of gold energy.
“Is this what you want, sinner? For me to use your desperate body?” He brings his pitch black hands back down to wrap them around the tiny waist, nearly able to wrap around it entirely, and uses the leverage to pull Alastor’s hips back to grind against Lucifer’s throbbing bulge.
Alastor doesn’t respond with words, biting his lower lip hard where his face presses against the floor, but he shifts his legs apart slightly as if steadying himself for an onslaught.
“I asked you a question, slut. If you want your King’s cock you need to ask nicely.” Lucifer lifts one hand to swat hard at Alastor’s slim ass cheek, gripping it hard and using one thumb to spread them apart. The sinner’s tail lifts up on instinct to flash a patch of white fur and present his slick, open hole to the fallen angel’s appreciative view.
“Ah!” A strangled cry is forced from between Alastor’s sharp smile, and he shudders in reaction to the hard smack. “I won’t!” he replies, voice nearly indecipherable under the growl of static. He looks back at Lucifer out of the corner of his red eye, barely able to see more than the golden crown of the king’s hair from this position.
“No?” The short blonde pushes his thumb into the twitching hole and the radio demon moans, rocking his hips back, and Lucifer swats his ass again. “Stop moving. Only well behaved dogs get treats.”
The deer demon groans, a thick rope of precum dripping from the angry head of his cock. Lucifer grips the fluffy tail and pulls on it, making the sinner lift his hips higher, face smashed cruelly against the floor, drool seeping from the corner of his tremulous smile.
“Do you want my cock, Alastor?” Lucifer asks, voice as smooth as honey. “Tell me. Or I’ll just leave you here.”
A startled squeal of feedback sounds, and the deer demon gasps, “You wouldn’t.”
Lucifer grins wickedly, his red and gold eyes heavy and dilated with lust, the fire between his extended horns casting shadows on his pale face. “Wouldn’t I? You said it yourself, it’s God’s job to be merciful, not mine…” He bends over Alastor’s back, and hisses out, “Now tell me you want me.”
Alastor hesitates, dazed mind racing as he considers his options. Lucifer lifts his hands off the redhead’s skin, as if following through with his threat, and the deer demon quickly caves, “Just … just do it!”
“That’s not very polite, Bambi…” Lucifer teases. “Say, ‘I want your cock, Lucifer.’.”
“… I want your cock, Lucifer.” Alastor hisses out with a dark, thick growl.
“Mmh.. yeah you do … What a good dog, following my orders like that…” The king brings his hands to the front of his pants and begins to open them, letting the sound of his belt and the erratic ambient radio sounds be the only things filling the silence for a moment while he watches Alastor with hot, narrowed eyes.
“Maybe you’re good for something other than pissing me off after all, hmm?” Lucifer shoves his pants down just enough to bring out his pale, throbbing cock, guiding it with one hand to smear his precum across Alastor’s puckered ass.
The tall deer demon nearly chokes, a full body shudder taking over as he arches his back. “Fuck.. Lucifer.”
“You like that?” The fallen angel lets his tip catch at Alastor’s opening, pressing forward just slightly, licking his lips at the sight. “You want me to fuck you, little deer? To use your slutty hole?”
“Will you stop talking and just do it already?” Alastor growls out, words nearly indecipherable as they’re wrapped in roaring, spitting static. His hands are balled into tight fists where his arms are bound behind his back, his teeth gritting in his strained grin.
Lucifer grabs both of Alastor’s hips in his black, clawed hands, and ruthlessly shoves his way inside of the deer demon without further preamble, groaning with pleasure as he watches the tight hole swallow up the pink head of his cock.
“Ah!” Red eyes roll up into Alastor’s head and his dark drool smears against the wood floor as he’s shoved forward with the force of Lucifer’s entrance. The pain and the overwhelming fullness makes his cock leak as the king sinks deeply.
“Fuck, Al… you’re so tight…” Lucifer groans, black claws digging into the sinner’s hips enough to bruise as he shoves inside to the hilt, sheathing himself in the deer demon’s molten heat. He pulls back slowly and shoves forward again hard, rolling his head back and arching forward to grind his hips against Alastor’s. “Ah.. you were made to take cock, Bambi.”
The tall redhead pants, yellowed teeth parted in a dazed, manic grin as Lucifer starts a steady pace, pulling back slowly just to snap his hips forward harshly. His red eyes are dazed as he tries to catch the fallen angel’s expression from his place with his face rubbing against the floor. “Ah! Nngh, yes!”
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Shit, who knew you were such a—hah! … a cock hungry slut?” Lucifer pants, moving his hands to grab onto Alastor’s arms where they’re bound across his lower back, gripping onto them for leverage. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk, sinner.”
Alastor moans and pants, his tail arching high. His antlers creak and groan as they extend outwards, one gouging into the wood of the floor. He’s never felt anything quite like this – the fullness, the ache of being stretched open, the burn of muscles being used in new ways. His back arches sharply, his cock swinging and bouncing between his legs with every movement, leaking sticky trails into a puddle underneath him.
Shifting his hips so he’s fucking straight down into Alastor’s prostate with each thrust, Lucifer grins a dazed, panting grin as the ambient radio noise grows more and more erratic and garbled with the radio demon’s whining moan. “You want to come this time you have to beg, Al…” He reminds the taller demon, yanking him back harshly by the arms.
“Nngh! Lu-- Lucifer!” Comes a high, panting response, Alastor’s body trembling and overwhelmed as his hole is pounded into repeatedly. Lucifer’s tail wraps around the base of his cock tightly to prevent him from reaching climax without permission, and he whimpers.
“That’s right, baby .. say my name.” The Devil groans, his heart racing in his chest, sweat darkening his gold hair against his forehead as he thrusts relentlessly. “Tell the whole Pentagram who you belong to, Alastor.”
“Mmh!” Alastor whines, rocking his hips back to meet Lucifer’s fast, deep thrusts, his eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, drool smearing on his cheek as his smiling face rubs against the floor. “Lucifer!”
“Say you’re mine. My filthy, cock hungry whore.” The short blonde punctuates each word with another sharp thrust, grunting with pleasure.
“Y—yes! Yours! Ah!” Alastor gasps out, panting and delirious.
“Fuck! Beg for it, Al… Beg for your king to fucking fill you.”
Far too gone to even question it, all the tall sinner knows is the pleasure of being used, and he shamelessly falls into begging as he’s been commanded. His voice is high and needy as he whines out the words in a garbled hiss of static, “Please, Lucifer.. please let me come.. please fill me, my king…”
“Ah! Shit!” Lucifer feels himself nearly fall apart as the poised, cocky radio demon begs him for release, his dark brows pulling together in a nearly agonized expression as he struggles to keep himself from coming just a little longer.
His tail relaxes and instead of choking off the base of Alastor’s cock he uses it to vigorously stroke it, moving his hands back to the sinner’s slim hips, holding him in place as he pounds into his prostate over and over again. “Come for me, Alastor!”
There’s a high screech of radio feedback, and the lights in the room flicker and one bulb explodes as Alastor reaches his peak with a shout, spine locking in a sharp arch as he shoots rope after rope of thick come onto the floor beneath him.
His hole tightens into a vice like grip around Lucifer’s cock and the king follows quickly behind, claws digging deep enough to draw blood as he bucks forward sharply with a shout, filling Alastor’s tight ass, jerking his hips forward with each spurt that fires out of him.
Alastor’s body relaxes as it suddenly unlocks, and he goes boneless, nearly blacking out. He lays there, panting, eyes glazed and dazing into nothing, as Lucifer nearly collapses as well, leaning over to brace his hands on either side of Alastor’s waist.
They stay locked together, the only sounds in the room the hiss of static and their panting breaths, both of them completely lost to the moment. Then Lucifer groans, releasing Alastor’s bound arms with a wave of his hand. They slide from the sinner’s back to fall limply at his sides, and Lucifer huffs out a breathless laugh.
He pulls out of the well-used hole with a wince, watching as his seed spills from the gaping opening. He rocks back onto his heels, sitting back and admiring the view of the completely ruined radio demon in front of him.
“Damn…” He mutters, leaning forward to look at the debauched, absent expression on the other demon’s face with wide-eyed wonder. “Look at you, Bambi..”
Alastor hardly responds except to give a breathless whimper, and Lucifer briefly wonders if he actually broke the sinner. He can’t help the smug grin that grows on his face at the idea.
“If I’d known it was this easy to get you to behave, I would’ve fucked you brainless the first time we met.” He grins, pushing himself up and bending down to pick the limp radio demon off the messy floor and carry him over to the bed.
“Shut up.” Alastor slurs out in a whisper of static, voice thick as if drunk.
Lucifer chuckles, standing back to look at the deer demon where he lays on the bed. “Now, now, don’t be grouchy, pet. You were doing so well.”
The deer demon groans, and stretches himself out on the bed, starfished across it to properly relax. He waves one hand weakly, and snarls “Get out.”
The short blonde smirks, admiring the dazed grin on the other’s face as he tucks himself back into his pants, rebuckling his belt. “I mean .. sure, I’m not gonna stay and cuddle after hate-fucking you. But damn…”
“Get out.” Alastor repeats.
“OK, ok, ok” Lucifer chuckles, opening a portal with a wave of his hand, and giving the debauched demon one more appreciative look. “Sweet dreams, Bambi.” He steps through, and the portal winks out of existence behind him.