Teach me how to care

by angsty impish writer (Grief_in_Hold)

Summary:

Alastor is a college student with his friend Lucifer, they're both studying psychology together. Lucifer is so intrigued by serial killers, and he doesn't know that his friend, his roommate, is one of them.

Notes:

important notes:
Rape/Non-con for Alastor's victims being assaulters and abusers and a failed attempt against main character at some point
if you're not comfortable with this topic, it's okay, act with care i don't want you to be hurt by my words

also not english native so pardon my errors i tried my best

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If Alastor has to be honest with himself, he can’t recall when this idiot started to follow him around and discuss with him like they were friends. They hung out when they were younger, and now that they’re at the same college, they decided to be roommates. At first, the idiot was loud and annoying, but he was very entertaining, so Alastor let him be around him more than the others, much to Vox’s despair.

With his ridiculous height and passable face, Alastor finds it amusing to observe this idiot live around him, especially now that they live together. He takes the opportunity to discover the little things and rituals that this idiot does when he thinks he’s alone. It’s quite distracting and funny.

“Dinner’s ready, Alastor!” Lucifer shouts at the entrance of the corridor, and Alastor closes the book he wasn’t reading.

“I’m coming,” Alastor responds quickly, knowing very well that Lucifer will keep calling me until he gets an answer.

Alastor throws his book on his desk before getting up to leave his bedroom. He walks towards the kitchen. He finds his roommate without difficulty there, despite his small form, filling their plate with some bolognese penne.

“Here you are.” Lucifer slides a dish full to Alastor, who sits at the kitchen island’s counter.

“Thank you, Lucifer.” Alastor opens the drawer on his left to take two forks and two knives. He places a knife and a fork on the table near Lucifer’s plate, and he takes the two left for himself. “Let’s dig in.”

Lucifer smiles a bit more at Alastor before joining him by sitting on his right. “Not bad for a first try.” Alastor understands what Lucifer says with his mouth full as he tastes his dish, and he gains a chuckle from Alastor.

“I’m always so surprised that you never taste your food before serving it. One day it won’t have enough salt, and it will be disgusting.” Alastor states, glancing at Lucifer, who shrugs.

“Even with less salt, we’ll eat it. I’m not going to throw food away.” Lucifer answers, and Alastor can only agree.

Student jobs don’t pay well here, and even with their two jobs, they barely have enough to finish each month, at least until last month. Lucifer has found a good plan where he can work many more hours and get enough money. So he can pay for his testosterone hormone treatment and go to a restaurant with Alastor once a month or more hangouts like a cinema or the arcade center.

“I’m leaving in an hour; don’t forget to shower before going to bed, or you will be late again tomorrow,” Lucifer advises Alastor, who hums in response. “I’m serious. You’re always late in the morning, and you force me to be late too!”

“I don’t see where’s the problem; at least we can be late together, and the teachers never complain about that.” Alastor chuckles, glancing at Lucifer, who rolls his eyes.

“Because you’re the favorite in every class, you can’t spend a week without bringing that up.” Lucifer sighs, eating slowly and being picky.

Alastor has noticed how Lucifer always takes so much time to eat and always ends up leaving half of his food as an excuse for leftovers for the next day’s lunch. Alastor has just supposed that he isn’t used to eating much, but he doesn’t understand why Lucifer keeps serving himself as much as he serves Alastor and only eats half of it. It’s a mystery that keeps Alastor interested in Lucifer. There are so many quirks and rituals that intrigue Alastor.

 

After dinner, Alastor takes care of the dishes, while Lucifer goes to the bathroom to get ready before going to work. Alastor puts Lucifer’s food in a little box for the latter’s lunch tomorrow, and he puts it in the fridge before preparing his jambalaya for tomorrow. The next day, he usually eats that for lunch since Lucifer doesn’t like spicy food very much.

“I’m off. See you tomorrow!” Lucifer shouts from the front door.

“Good luck at work. See you.” Alastor answers mechanically as he stays focused on his pan on the stove.

The door clicks when Lucifer leaves, and Alastor starts to hum some songs coming from his old radio. One of the last radio stations which plays jazz and electro-swing music. How many times did he wish he could have lived during this period? Too many times, modern times aren’t his cup of tea at all. Technology changes too fast, and also, tech addicts are weird, like Vox and Velvette. Those two are the weirdest he has ever met, and they can only talk about tech and social net-something all day long. So boring and uninteresting for Alastor.

He does have a phone, yes, but the old ones—the flip phone, as it’s called—with no applications other than the silly snake game and the classical call and message services. Just what he needs, nothing more. Lucifer is more of a tech person, but not too much either; he can help Alastor with his phone when he has a problem, which is usually blocking Vox’s new phone number. And from what Alastor has seen, Lucifer uses his phone to take pictures and do research on the Internet, so he’s not using it much either.

Alastor lets the food cool down while he takes his shower, so Lucifer won’t be in a bad mood tomorrow. After all, it’ll be Lucifer’s birthday, so Alastor can make an effort for his idiotic roommate.

When his shower is done, Alastor changes into dark-colored clothes and a black hoodie. Not that it will rain tonight. Alastor needs it for his nocturnal activities in town. He puts on black leather gloves and takes his keys and his favorite combat knife, a gift from his military service from a few years ago. He hides it in his hoodie’s central pocket before leaving his home. The wolf is out for the hunt.

Alastor walks through the streets to leave his neighborhood. He enters a poorly lit street, and he puts on a black mask with a big, toothy smile drawn in white on it. He bought that last year at one of the conventions Lucifer wanted to go to. It was pretty useful to hide the lower part of his face. Then he puts the hood on for the shadow to cover his hair and the higher part of his face; now, no one knows who he is.

He wanders in the streets for a few hours, hoping to find a drunken, violent man to assassinate but no one to take the place of Alastor’s real target tonight. He jumps over a fence to lend himself to his social psychology teacher’s garden. Alastor has noticed badly hidden bruises on her arms multiple times since the start of his classes. It’s always like that—such a sweet, good-intentioned woman who works hard and an abusive bastard who traps the woman in a relationship. So lovey-dovey at the start until he shows his true face. Alastor hates those bastards the most, and he’s here to do justice himself because their victims are too afraid to call for help. Alastor hears them screaming in silence behind the walls that are supposed to be their home and their safe space.

Fortunately for Alastor, Mrs. Anderson doesn’t have a dog, but an eight-year-old cat, Mr. Wrinkles, shouldn’t be much of a threat to his plan. He slowly turns the doorknob of the back door, unlocked, of course.

Foolish citizens who think they’re safe with open doors. It’s one of Alastor’s golden rules: always lock the door, especially if you’re inside. Lucifer didn’t understand it back then, but he agreed with it anyway.

Alastor slips into the laundry room, walking carefully not to make a sound. He stops when he reaches an ajar door, peeking through the slit to observe his surroundings. His hand firmly grabs the handle of his knife as he notices some movements and a silhouette of a woman. He recognizes his teacher’s corpulence without a problem, so he waits for her partner to show up. His prey will soon be dead; Alastor just has to be patient.

He doesn’t know how much time he spends there waiting for his prey to appear; even Mr. Wrinkles came to greet him at some point, but Alastor didn’t let the cat distract him.

When his teacher’s partner finally arrives, the man is completely drunk, and he stinks of cheap alcohol. He has no class, and he shouts nonsense as he tries to walk towards the living room, where Mrs. Anderson is watching a movie with Mr. Wrinkles. Alastor grits his teeth, getting ready to act at any moment now. One miserable mistake from the man and Alastor will take his life; his prey doesn’t deserve it; wasting his evening drinking in a bar instead of spending it with someone who cares and is waiting for his return. Pitoyable.

Alastor hears a plea coming from his teacher, taking him out of his thoughts. The man lifts his hand again, and Alastor rushes out of his hideout, jumping over the couch where his teacher is still sitting. His knife sinks into the stomach of the man, and with the speed of Alastor, he succeeds in making him lose his balance and fall to the ground. Alastor takes his knife out to stab the man again and again, blinded by his thirst for blood. His teacher screams behind Alastor’s back, but he doesn’t care much as she rushes to the front door to escape him. He has never planned to kill her, and with his clothes and his mask, nobody can recognize him. Gloves, so no fingerprints, and Alastor always keeps his knife. There is nothing to link him to the murder.

He takes his knife out of the corpse, and he gets up to leave the place. He takes care of not walking in the blood; footprints aren’t welcome either. He closes the back door with his other gloved hand, which isn’t dirty with blood. He jumps over the fence and leaves the garden, taking multiple narrow streets to get as far away as possible from the crime scene and his own home. He takes his mask and his sweater off, then he swipes his knife into the clothing. The night is chilly, but Alastor has been in worse situations. He walks through a district before entering a coin-operated laundry. Completely deserted at this late hour, Alastor puts his mask, his gloves, and his hoodie in a machine and inserts a few coins to get it running. He sits in a chair and waits while playing that stupid snake game on his phone. He always loses, and it’s annoying him pretty quickly. He switches to the messages he exchanges with Lucifer. The last one was unread until now, only a message from Lucifer informing Alastor that he arrived at work without a fuss. It’s not one of Alastor’s rules for once; it's only one of Lucifer’s rituals. He does that every time he’s going out; maybe it’s reassuring Lucifer to know that someone else knows where he is.

Alastor finds it cute; somehow, it makes him think that Lucifer might be deranged like him, but in his own way. Something more innocent than what Alastor is spending his free time doing.

“How’s work today?” Alastor sends back a couple of hours late.

He knows that Lucifer is employed as a bartender, but he still doesn’t know where Lucifer's second job is. The latter doesn’t talk much about it with honesty, and Alastor doesn’t ask much either. Lucifer can be a secretive person when he wants to, just as Alastor is, so he understands him well. They’re similar in some ways, and it makes Alastor chuckle alone in the room.

 

He receives no answer from Lucifer until the end of his shift, two in the morning. Alastor is checking it as he waits for his clothes to dry in the other machine.

“It went well, I’m super tired now. I guess you’re asleep. Good night! I’m leaving work now 🖾” The message says, and it always ends with a weird square that Lucifer adds to each message’s end.

Alastor doesn’t answer; he’s indeed supposed to be asleep in his bedroom at this hour. The machine beeps, informing Alastor that his clothes are dry now. He gets up and opens the machine. He puts his hoodie back on, slides his gloves, and puts his mask in his pocket before leaving the place to go back home.

Unconsciously, Alastor counts until three hundred and sixty seconds, or exactly six minutes; that’s the average time he takes for Lucifer to walk from his work to their flat. Alastor walks at peace, but in his head, he just reaches four hundred, and it doesn’t feel right. He checks his phone to see if Lucifer sent a message, but nothing. He frowns for a second until a pop-up appears in the middle of his screen to inform him of a new message from Lucifer.

“I’m home! I can’t feel my legs anymore… The door is locked, gonna crash now. See you tomorrow! Don’t be late 🖾” Alastor chuckles before closing his flip phone, and he hums calmly until he reaches the street where he lives.

Lucifer is fine and safe at home. Everything went so well today. Alastor likes it when everything is that simple.

 

He unlocks the front door, enters silently into the house, and then locks the door. He walks towards his room as he hears the water running in the bathroom. He always finds it weird that Lucifer showers after work and then again when he wakes up, but Alastor isn’t curious enough to ask about it. He enters his room, and he discards his shoes, his pants, and his hoodie. Then he takes care of his knife and cleans it to get rid of the rest of the blood on it. After that, he hides it in his drawer, puts on his pajamas, and finally crashes in bed. The water stops running in the bathroom when Alastor falls slowly asleep with Lucifer’s little humming in the distance.

 

The next morning, Alastor is greeted by a pissed-off Lucifer, who has been calling his name for at least five minutes. Alastor opens an eye and smiles at Lucifer.

“Happy birthday, Lucifer.” Alastor says with a tired tone, and Lucifer stays there at the doorstep of Alastor’s bedroom.

“Yeah, yeah. Get your ass up, Alastor. I made pancakes this morning!” Lucifer exclaims as he crosses his hands over his torso to show his discontentment.

“I’m getting up. I’ll be there in a second.” Alastor sighs, a bit sad that he couldn’t bargain for five extra minutes. Alastor stretches in his bed before getting up and joining Lucifer at the doorstep. “Happy, your majesty?” Alastor bows with a shit-eating grin.

“Oh, please, stop that.” Lucifer rolls his eyes before going back to the kitchen, followed by Alastor.

“But you’re the king today.” Alastor smiles as he sits at the table with Lucifer.

They share the pancakes and eat while discussing the different classes they have today. One of those might be canceled, but Lucifer doesn’t know it yet. The perfect time to take Lucifer out. Alastor didn’t plan for the whole thing to happen right on time, but now he’s very happy that he chose to take care of Mrs. Anderson’s partner last night.

“Oh, did you know that the serial killer struck again last night?” Lucifer asks as he shows Alastor an article talking about his new victim on his phone. “Another violent partner... That killer is strange.”

“Hm? No, I didn’t know. Why do you think that? Serial killers are psychopaths; we saw that in the criminal psychology lesson.” Alastor shrugs, fast-reading the article to see if the police have anything yet, but as always, there’s nothing for them to find.

“I know, but... That’s so weird that this one is only killing violent partners or rapists. I don’t know.” Lucifer says as he takes his phone back and cuts his pancakes.

“Are you siding with a psychopath now?” Alastor chuckles, finding it amusing that Lucifer is defending him.

“I didn’t say that, but I would be sad if the police caught him. He’s like a protector of the city, defending people in need.” Lucifer admits, avoiding Alastor’s stare.

What a cute idiot. Alastor eats his pancakes. Lucifer always has such creative ways to make reality better than it really looks.

“By killing people, what a hero! What if one day that killer decides to attack defenseless people, hm?” Alastor asks, curious to see how quickly he can break Lucifer’s ideology.

“Well, he will be completely bad, I suppose, but he’s not like that. I’m sure if he had no morals, he would have killed defenseless people already, but he hasn’t.” Lucifer resumes his defense, completely confident about his opinion.

“He now? We don’t know if it’s a man or a woman.” Alastor’s grin widens as Lucifer pouts.

“Of course, it’s a man! He’s strong and agile! Multiple people have witnessed his crimes; they didn’t see his face, but they all say that he’s tall and he has the corpulence of a man.” Lucifer rambles even more as Alastor enjoys the show with his pancakes.

“A woman can have a man’s corpulence.” Alastor lifts an eyebrow, his eyes wandering on Lucifer, to make him understand his statement.

“Oh. She can be trans, right? Uh. Interesting!” Lucifer smiles even more before thinking about it.

If that stupid idea can keep Lucifer occupied with something other than learning more about that serial killer, Alastor will be happy to entertain this idea in Lucifer’s head.

He finishes to eat as Lucifer continues to ramble about this new affair, always so curious when a new corpse is found. It makes a good excuse for Lucifer not to eat much again, but Alastor won’t let him run with it for long. It’s his birthday; if he doesn’t eat much today, when will he?

Lucifer prepares his bag while Alastor brushes his teeth, and Lucifer showers right after him while Alastor is doing his own bag, leaving his book of social psychology on his desk. He doubts his teacher will be at school after what happened to her partner last night.

When they’re both ready, they leave their flat to walk to the college. The weather is good for the moment, and it doesn’t seem like it will rain today, which is good news for Alastor’s plan.

He glances at Lucifer, who walks by his side, fidgeting with the lace of his sweatshirt. Alastor has noticed that Lucifer is doing that a lot when he’s lost in his thoughts.

“I was thinking about this serial killer again. If you’re right and they start to kill seemingly innocent people... What should we do? It won’t be safe here for us.” Lucifer explains after a little silence, still thinking about the serial killer.

“There’s not much we can do... The serial killer can attack anyone, and it’s not like we can give up on our classes or afford to buy a car and/or move out.” Alastor responds, shrugging lazily, and with the expression on Lucifer’s face, the latter doesn’t like the answer.

“We can spare some and get a motorcycle, maybe.” Lucifer suggests, and Alastor laughs out loud.

“Oh yeah, you will finally get an excuse to buy that hideous yellow Vespa we saw the other day. It’s a no. And fuel is expensive…” Alastor sighs, glancing down at Lucifer, who puffs his cheeks in discontentment.

“You’re no fun. I can buy it, and I will work more to have enough for the gasoline.” Lucifer replies, and Alastor understands that the other man has already decided.

“You’re already working five nights a week, and two of those days you’re working in a supermarket during the daytime... Isn’t it enough?” Alastor informs Lucifer, who looks away.

“It’s not legal work with that nighttime work; I can do many more hours,” Lucifer whispers, as if Alastor isn’t in the confidence already.

“Yes, I know. But… I don’t want you to exhaust yourself on a stupid motorcycle. We will find a solution. And who knows, maybe that serial killer won’t attack innocent people after all?” Alastor answers, relieved to see their college’s entrance further down the street.

He will never kill innocent people, or at least not willingly. He still has principles, and he also doesn’t like the idea of Lucifer overworking himself while Alastor still only works twice a week.

“I can take on extra work like you. Did they need another bartender in the bar you work at?” Alastor asks, and he notices how tense Lucifer gets, weird.

“N… No. Nope. Not at all. They already did me a favor by employing me there, so yeah. You will need to find something else.” Lucifer mumbles, he’s so bad at lying; it’s always impressed Alastor how bad he is.

“Okay. I will find something else.” Alastor decides to accept that lie.

He still feels worried about that work; he knows nothing about it, and each time Lucifer talks about it, it’s just more lies. He just hopes Lucifer doesn’t get himself into some sort of trouble.

They pass the college’s gates and walk towards the room of their first class. They cross paths with different students they know. Of course, Lucifer has to stop and discuss it with them, especially Rosie, when she brings up the serial killer. The girl knows exactly who it is, but she promises Alastor not to tell anyone. One of his mistakes as a young criminal, he still regrets it, even if the girl doesn’t seem to want to cause him trouble.

“Have you heard that it’s Mrs. Andreson’s partner who's the new victim of our serial killer?” Rosie joins their walk, discussing that with Lucifer, who seems so invested.

“What? Seriously? How is she now?” Lucifer asks with worry, sharing a kind smile with the girl.

“She’s okay—well, as okay as you can be when the man you love dies in front of you, but puts a brutal stop to his violence. I don’t know how I would feel about it. Relieved, maybe. It’s hard to love someone who likes to hurt you.” Rosie adds, making a little frown.

“Yeah, I can understand that Mrs. Anderson might not feel well right now. Do you think she will give her class today?” Lucifer asks, finally, a question that interests Alastor.

“No, her name is written on the absence board.” Rosie informs them, and Alastor restrains a little smile.

“What a shame. Maybe we can prepare something for her comeback during those class hours.” Lucifer proposes naively, but Alastor grabs the blond boy by the arm to pull him closer.

“Not possible today, dear. We have to go out to celebrate your birthday.” Alastor says as he glances down at Lucifer, who looks at him with a light blush on his face.

“Don’t say it out loud.” Lucifer whispers, but it’s already too late.

“Oh, my. I didn’t know it was your birthday, Luci! I will find you a gift for tomorrow.” Rosie exclaims as she hugs him, making him even more embarrassed.

“There’s no need, really.” Lucifer says quickly, making Alastor chuckle.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lucifer. It’s your day; you should enjoy it as much as possible.” Alastor adds, making Rosie team up with him for once.

“Indeed! Why are you coming to class when you could be outside and enjoy your day?” Rosie continues, pushing Lucifer into Alastor’s arms and startling the duo.

“No, it doesn’t represent much to me. And I do enjoy following classes and seeing you and the others around.” Lucifer pushes Alastor away to have some personal space, and Alastor takes it well since he’s not really interested in physical contact.

“Aw. That’s so sweet of you, Luci!” Rosie smiles before pulling him into a hug again.

They embrace for a short minute before parting and resuming their pacing in the criminal psychology class with Alastor behind them. He’s so done when they start to talk about that serial killer again. Maybe he should calm down and kill less regularly because they’re annoying him, and when serial killers start to be predictable, that’s when the police catch them.

Alastor can already see the heartfelt expression on Lucifer’s face if, one day, the police come to the college to arrest him, accusing him out loud of being that serial killer. He feels so bad for Lucifer; the latter will be alone again if he gets caught. He can’t let that happen.

They take seats in the front rows, but on the first one. Rosie decides to sit between Lucifer and Alastor to annoy the latter. Alastor takes his notebook and his pencil case out of his bag, while Rosie leans into his personal space.

“Why did you attack our teacher’s partner? What if they link you back to her somehow?” Rosie whispers very quietly. Alastor barely understands what she says, but he understands that if it’s a bit louder, Lucifer might want to eavesdrop.

Alastor doesn’t answer right away. Thinking and scribbling his number on a piece of paper, he just rips off his notebook.

“Message me. I don’t want to talk about it here.” Alastor sighs, sliding the piece of paper in front of Rosie.

“Don’t want to talk about what?” Lucifer asks with a smile as he bends over his desk to look at the duo, moving his eyebrows like an idiot. “Are you two going to date?”

“Ah.” Alastor almost shouts, gritting his teeth so hard that his gums start to bleed. No fucking way.

“You’re so adorable. No, I was asking Alastor where he was going to take you.” Rosie saves Alastor again, making Lucifer smile and directing his attention to Alastor.

“Oh, right. Where are we going?” Lucifer asks with so much hope in his voice that it makes Alastor’s heart ache.

“We’re going to the arcade center’s pizzeria.” Alastor sighs, a bit sad that he couldn’t keep it a secret a little longer.

Stars shine in Lucifer’s eyes, and a bigger smile appears on his face. “Are you going to play arcade games with me all afternoon?” Lucifer asks with so much excitement.

“Yes…” Alastor admits feeling so mad that he will only embarrass himself there, but it’s for Lucifer’s sake.

“Oh my God, you’re the best, Al’!” Lucifer almost shouts as he takes out his phone to send a message to the arcade’s owner.

After hours and hours spent there, Lucifer, that human magnet, got the owner in his pocket, so he usually reserves his favorite arcade games for a few hours so he can play at peace.

“Look this way, hotties!” Rosie says as she gets the attention of Alastor and Lucifer right on time to take a picture of them three. “Perfect! Can I post it on social media?”

“Yes, why not?” Lucifer responds without really listening.

“Only if I can modify the picture first.” Alastor sighs, reaching out to get the phone.

“If you really need to.” Rosie shrugs, handing him her phone.

“Not yours, his. Send the picture to Lucifer.” Alastor explains as she takes back her phone, a bit lost. “Lucifer, I need your glitchy processor.”

“It’s a glitch filter app, Alastor.” Lucifer laughs as he taps a bit on his phone before handing it to Alastor. “There you go.”

Alastor nods and takes the phone; it’s already on the “app” and has the picture. So Alastor carefully draws the line around his person on the screen, and then he adds a glitch on him, making him unrecognizable, full of weird pixels that Alastor really likes. He hands back the phone to Lucifer.

“There, thank you.” Alastor says finally, as Lucifer takes his phone back and sends the picture to Rosie.

“But no one will recognize you like that.” Rosie pouts, and Alastor’s smile widens.

“That’s the whole point, dear.” Alastor chuckles, and Lucifer shows other pictures of Alastor he has on his phone, and all of them are glitched.

“He always does that. It’s like his trademark signature.” Lucifer smiles before locking his phone when Rosie gets closer to him to whisper something to him.

Apparently, it’s something embarrassing since Lucifer turns bright red after that. Rosie really likes the chaos. What a dangerous woman.

Alastor decides not to press any questions and focus on the lesson, while the two others whisper amongst themselves. And with Rosie between him and Lucifer, he can’t get his attention to remind him that he’s in class, as he usually does. Well, Alastor can let that pass for this time; it’s his birthday after all.

 

“See you later, Rosie!”

“See you tomorrow, guys!” Rosie waves at them as they separate. The girl goes back home while Alastor and Lucifer walk towards the arcade center.

Alastor looks down at the smaller man, who wears a bright smile, perfect. They stay silent for a moment, but Alastor can see how much Lucifer looks happy, and he feels relaxed.

“So, what game are we going to play today?” Lucifer asks, unable to stay silent for long.

“I don’t know; I’m not the king of the day. What game does your majesty want to play?” Alastor grins, gaining an eye roll from Lucifer.

“Stop with that.” Lucifer pleads with a light blush on his face, convincing Alastor that he doesn’t dislike it.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, my king.” Alastor insists on the nickname to see Lucifer turn into a flustered mess.

“I swear to God, I will do the same for your birthday.” Lucifer tries to look annoyed, but he isn’t fooling anyone with that lovely blush on his face.

“Oh, please do.” Alastor laughs, and Lucifer sighs, hiding his face behind his oversized sweatshirt’s sleeve.

“I almost forgot you’ve got a God complex.” Lucifer nudges him a little to tease Alastor.

“Oh, now I’m the one with a God complex!” Alastor jokes, looking down at the tiny guy. “I’m not the one who gets all flustered to be called a king.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m embarrassed because I know I have nothing to be a king…” Lucifer explains, and Alastor chuckles, patting Lucifer’s head.

“I didn’t ask you to rule over a country; see that more like a title and benefits you gain for a day. We can do whatever you want today.” Alastor reassures his friend, and the latter pushes him with a soft smile.

“I want to play arcade games until the closing hours! And to go to the cinema right after.” Lucifer says with a proud expression, glancing at Alastor from time to time. “If you’re okay with that.”

“Your wish is my command.” Alastor says with a smooth voice, making Lucifer laugh. “But please, can we not go watch that apple movie? It went out three weeks ago, and we’re always going to watch that.” Alastor sighs, and Lucifer makes his best puppy eyes. Fuck.

“But it’s my birthday, and it’s the last week it’s available in the cinema.” Lucifer pouts, and Alastor feels weak.

“Alright, but it’s the very last time we’re watching it.” Alastor says, pointing his index finger to Lucifer.

“Promise!” Lucifer laughs, crossing his fingers, clearly visible in Alastor’s sight, but he doesn’t complain.

He knows Lucifer will want to watch that stupid movie once it is available on streaming platforms.

 

The rest of the day is principally Alastor getting his ass kicked in arcade games, eating pizza, snacks, and popcorn, and watching the goddamn apple movie. It’s not what Alastor would call a perfect birthday, but Lucifer has smiled enough to convince him that he enjoyed his time there.

The way back home is eventless, as Alastor holds Lucifer by the waist to help him stay straight. Not that Lucifer has drunk something, no. He’s just so tired; he looks like he’s drunk. Alastor has always found that funny; he holds him closer.

“I never had a birthday like this one... It was amazing. You’re so amazing; I love you. You’re my favorite friend!” Lucifer rambles between laughs, and Alastor rolls his eyes.

“I’m your only friend.” Alastor deadpans, making Lucifer laugh even louder, and Alastor chuckles at the idiotic roommate.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t change the fact, Al’. It was the best birthday ever, all thanks to you. You know me too well.” Lucifer continues, and Alastor finally reaches the front door of their complex. He lets Lucifer rest against a wall to open the door. “I don’t know how you can live with someone like me.”

Alastor lifts his eyes from the keyhole to Lucifer, who looks like he will burst into tears at any second now.

“You’re amazing, sweet, attentive, considerate, and adorable. Who wouldn’t want to live with you? I just had the advantage of knowing you before, so I didn’t give any chance to the others to have you as a roommate.” Alastor says, his fingers turning swiftly the key, and the door unlocks. Lucifer starts to cry, and Alastor comes to hold him in his arms, bridal style. “Hold me, Lucifer.” Alastor simply says, and Lucifer hides his face in Alastor’s neck, his arms sneaking around his shoulders.

Alastor enters the apartment complex and closes the door behind them, going up to reach the third floor and their flat.

“You’re the first one who stops calling me by my dead name. Everyone follows your example after that, but you were the first one to call me Lucifer.” Lucifer whispers and sniffs as Alastor climbs the last stairs.

“You have all the rights to change your name and your physics if it helps you feel better. I would never be against that.” Alastor says, and Lucifer snuggles into his neck as Alastor unlocks their door. “We’re back home.”

“Welcome back to us.” Lucifer chuckles, looking up at Alastor, who smiles at him.

He locks the door behind them and goes to the couch to sit Lucifer there so he can take his boots off, and Alastor takes his shoes off too, sitting by his side.

“Do you think we would have been friends if I was born as a guy?” Lucifer asks, and Alastor shrugs.

“You’ve been born as a guy; no one has just noticed it before you say it. We’re friends; that would have been the same no matter what. We were meant to meet at some point and be friends. I’m sure.” Alastor explains, and Lucifer gets rid of his boots and lets his head fall on Alastor’s shoulder.

“I didn’t know you had a soft side like that. I’m so glad I met you. You’re my safe space.” Lucifer simply says as Alastor looks down at him, noticing how vulnerable he is right now. Alastor will never let anything happen to him. Never again.

“Okay, bedtime for you.” Alastor says as he gets comfortable on the couch and grabs a book he has left on the coffee table.

Lucifer hums but stays here anyway, pulling a cover they always have on the couch. Alastor moves for Lucifer to sleep in his arms while he reads, and he gets himself comfortable too.

“Good night, Al’. Thank you for everything.” Lucifer whispers, gaining a little smile from Alastor.

“My pleasure. Good night, apple pie.” Alastor wishes him, and Lucifer takes Alastor’s free hand to let it rest in his hair.

Alastor plays with his hair as he reads his crime novel. Such a sweet idiot.

 

“Al’! Aaaal’! Alastor!” Lucifer repeats until the latter lifts his eyes from his psychology book to the annoying gremlin by his side on the couch.

“That’s my name.” Alastor only answers, smiling when Lucifer pouts at the response.

“I bet you find yourself funny.” The short man states, and Alastor nods, bringing his attention to his book again.

“Yes, at least you can’t do the same joke for the last ten minutes.” Alastor sighs, and Lucifer groans, moving on the couch to get closer to Alastor.

“Please.”

“No.” Alastor’s answer is still unchanged.

“But I’m hungry.” Lucifer protests, booping the tip of Alastor’s nose.

“Watermelon can’t fill your stomach.” Alastor dodges the problem, and Lucifer gets up.

“It can! I have a little stomach! Please, please, please, please.” Lucifer turns to Alastor as he looks up at the shorter man.

He strikes Alastor with one of his puppy eye attacks; it’s super effective. Alastor sighs and gets up, closing his book.

“Okay. But it’s the last one we bought this week.” Alastor warns Lucifer; he said that yesterday too and the day before. Lucifer always finds a way to make him bend to his plans. He leans slightly to drop his book on the coffee table, and Lucifer takes advantage to give Alastor a hug. Lucifer’s arms are around his neck to keep him lowered.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, Al’!” Lucifer sings, all smiles.

Alastor smiles a little as his eyes catch a bruise on Lucifer’s wrist, badly hidden under his sweatshirt. He feels his worry rise up, looking at the other man, not wanting to let him notice that he saw the marks. Alastor pushes him a little to break the hug, and yet again, Alastor notices the bruises, only confirming what he just saw.

“Let’s go get your watermelon before I change my mind.” Alastor sighs as Lucifer gets up to get ready to leave the apartment with him.

It’s so hot outside, and Lucifer is forced to wear his warm clothes just to hide those marks. Alastor feels so bad that he hasn’t noticed it earlier, since when did he have them? Who did that to his friend? Alastor has so many questions and no answer; it’s upsetting him.

He joins Lucifer, and they go out to the supermarket down the street. Alastor stares, detailing Lucifer’s behavior, so worried that he has missed something else. Does Lucifer have someone who is violent toward him? Why would Lucifer hide that person from him? They’re best friends, and Lucifer has presented that boyfriend he had dated back there. Why would this be different? Alastor feels lost and worried about Lucifer.

“There! Let’s buy the biggest watermelon!” Lucifer says with a big smile, and Alastor smiles back. Cute idiot.

“Are you sure you have enough for that?” Alastor asks with a sly smile, gaining an offended gasp from Lucifer.

“I’m not that poor; thank you for reminding me!” Lucifer says as he finds the biggest watermelon in the booth and tries to take it out.

Alastor lets Lucifer struggle for a few extra seconds before he helps him. They bring the watermelon to the cashier. Of course, Lucifer doesn’t have enough money to buy it. Thirty-five pounds makes it quite big and expensive. Lucifer sends a pleading look towards Alastor, who chuckles at his silent demand. He bends and takes his card out of his wallet to purchase that stupid fruit.

 

Lucifer is jumping around Alastor, who is holding the watermelon. His friend opens the door of the complex and then the door of their apartment when they get there. Alastor puts the heavy fruit on the table as Lucifer brings him a long knife to cut it open. Lucifer seems so happy that Alastor can almost forget about the bruises, but he can’t. He will deal with the person who hurt Lucifer soon enough. Nobody can hurt him; Alastor won’t care for it.

“Cut! Cut! Cut! I’m hungry!” Lucifer says as he hits the table with his fists to create a silly rhythm with his words.

“Alright, but I told you. Watermelon won’t fill you up for long.” Alastor sighs as he starts to cut the fruit in half.

Lucifer covers his ears to not listen to Alastor. What a spoiled brat!

He cuts multiple slices before cutting them in half and handing them to Lucifer on a plate.

“Thank you, Al’!” Lucifer exclaims before taking a bite into the red fruit flesh. Such an idiot, truly. “So good!”

Alastor stays there and stares at Lucifer, feasting on that damn fruit filled with more water than actual flavor. He cuts more watermelon for Lucifer until he feels satiated; after that, Alastor cuts the rest in big chunks but smaller than the actual fruit so it can fit in their fridge.

When he successfully puts all the pieces of watermelon in the fridge, Alastor joins Lucifer in the sink to wash his hands. His eyes are focused on those bruises on full display because Lucifer pulled back his sleeves to wash his hands. He needs to know, and he needs to do something about it. Alastor pushes Lucifer to the side to have some space in front of the sink, knowing too well that’s annoying Lucifer when he does that. The latter pushes away from the sink in return.

“That’s my place! You will have to wait.” Lucifer growls playfully as Alastor comes back, grabbing Lucifer by the waist to put him aside.

Lucifer seems to freeze for a second, and Alastor takes the opportunity to wash his hands quickly. Only to be pushed away again as Lucifer uses his whole body to make Alastor move. He trips over his feet and falls with Lucifer on the ground while they’re both laughing. Alastor smiles at Lucifer, his hand going through Lucifer’s lock to push them backwards as he usually has them. He feels Lucifer shiver at the touch, and Alastor is now aware that he has been staring at Lucifer, but mostly at his lips, much redder after eating so many watermelon slices. What’s wrong with him? He sits up, and Lucifer adjusts to sit too.

“You’re such a child.” Lucifer teases Alastor, who lets a laugh out.

“Me? How am I childish between us? You’re the one who made a scene to get watermelon!” Alastor laughs even more, and Lucifer blushes a little.

“I didn’t make a scene. I asked insistently, but that’s all. I knew you were just saying no to annoy me because I knew you would say yes at the end.” Lucifer informs him, and Alastor can’t disagree with that.

He can’t say no to Lucifer. He doesn’t want to say no. He will do anything for him at this point, starting with killing the person who hurt him.

 

The bruises on Lucifer worry Alastor for the rest of the day and the next one too. Lucifer hasn’t worked that night, so Alastor has to wait until tonight to follow Lucifer to his work. Alastor truly hopes that Lucifer is really working and not having a sugar daddy or something like that. Well, if he’s seeing someone and that someone is violent, they won’t live for long.

Alastor stays in his room until Lucifer shouts through the flat, as he usually does when he goes out. Alastor hears the door close behind Lucifer. He changes his clothes quickly; it’s time to haunt some bastards. Alastor grabs his knife and hides it in his pocket. No one is authorized to hurt Lucifer; he has gone through enough shit.

He leaves their flat and walks quickly to catch up with Lucifer, but not too much. The latter might not know he’s the serial killer; it’s his secret.

Alastor counts to three hundred and sixty in his head, but he also stays aware of his surroundings. Lucifer is leading him to a part of the city Alastor has never dared put a foot in. The streets are full of bars, brothels, and, in between, so-called escort clubs or something like that. Alastor doesn’t know much about it, and he doesn’t want to know more.

Alastor observes Lucifer entering a bar with a neon sign on it. What bar does that? Alastor checks the windows to see if he can see through. But he can’t; he will have to enter the establishment. He can do it; it’s for Lucifer’s sake.

He enters the bar a little minute after Lucifer, and when he pushes the door, he feels immediately stunned. He has been expecting a shitty bar with always the same alcoholics rambling at the counter, but the place was quite the opposite.

Seemingly well-mannered people, mostly men, are drinking at multiple tables and at the bar counter. And what worries Alastor immediately, escort girls everywhere, spending time with the customers.

He forces his steps to stay steady as he walks towards a small table close to a wall. He sits there and waits, ordering a drink for him when a waitress comes to him. He taps his fingers on the table until he sees Lucifer enter the main room, dressed like the other escort girls. He freezes for a moment, feeling so bad to see him in a feminine outfit again. Alastor has even completely forgotten that Lucifer has boobs; he has been so used to seeing him with oversized clothes to hide as much of his body as he can. This outfit looks so wrong on him, barely covering enough skin. Alastor puts his hood on to hide his face, not wanting Lucifer to recognize him here.

He recalls how eager Lucifer was to get his top surgery; that’s one of the main reasons he took his second job here, and suddenly he hasn’t talked about it anymore. How could Alastor be so blind about it?

Alastor glances at his friend, who is discussing with another man, who is too close and touchy. A little too much for Alastor. The way the stranger’s hands roam over Lucifer’s bare skin, Alastor feels his murderous urges scream for blood in his head. The looks they exchange and the way the man is groping his friend.

His attention is attracted by the lady who comes back to him with his drink.

“Do you need anything else?” She asks, but it sounds more like a moan. Alastor shivers in disgust.

“No. I’m fine.” Alastor growls, taking his drink, as his eyes get back to Lucifer.

“Lucy isn’t free tonight; her agenda is usually booked for weeks.” The escort girl informs him, making Alastor feel obvious about his staring.

“I’m not interested.” Alastor can’t say more; he refuses to use his friend’s dead name. It feels so wrong.

All of this feels so wrong; Lucifer shouldn’t have to do that. He can get hurt, and Alastor can’t protect him here.

The woman leaves him alone at some point while Alastor is looking after his friend. His eyes get lost on the sweet curves of Lucifer’s hips before he tries to focus on the environment. He needs to watch over him; he can’t be distracted, and definitely not by his friend.

Minutes turn painfully slowly into hours as Lucifer seems to be making his customer drink more and more. Alastor drinks too, and he feels quite satisfied with himself for being able to stay aware of his surroundings despite the alcohol in his veins. His eyes only wander a bit more on his friend’s body, making him almost lose it when he watches the man grab Lucifer’s hips to grind him against his boner. He hates that guy, and if he hurts Lucifer in any way, Alastor will add him to his list of victims without a sweat. The duo gets up, surprising Alastor, who watches them go to another room. He doesn’t think twice and gets up to follow them. He sneaks into the room that wasn’t really one—only a long corridor with a lot of doors. One of them shuts further in the hallway, and Alastor takes silent steps to get closer.

“You’re so cute, Lucy.” Alastor hears from the other side of the door; he presses his ear against it, worried. “Just for me.”

“I’m all yours.” Alastor feels his heart skip a beat when he hears a tone he has never heard Lucifer use before. “You’re so big; let me take care of you.”

Alastor might have been clueless; after all, he has never been interested in sexual activities in his whole life. But Lucifer’s moans are pretty clear about what’s going on inside the room, and Alastor feels conflicted. First, he wants to leave so badly and never enter that club, bar, or whatever ever again. Second, his worry is only getting bigger at the idea that someone might be able to hurt him there. Maybe not today’s customer, but maybe tomorrow’s, and there’s nothing Alastor can do about it. Third, he feels like he has betrayed Lucifer’s trust by following him to his workplace. Last but not least, his own dick gets hard in his pants, and Alastor can’t understand why.

“More, please.” Lucifer moans through the door, and Alastor can’t resist punching the door in frustration. “W… What was that?”

Alastor jerks himself away from the door, realizing what he just did. He needs to leave now.

“Who is there? Get yourself another room.” The man shouts through the door, and Alastor walks quickly up the corridor to leave this place as soon as possible.

He doesn’t want to stay here; he hates this place. He gets back to his table to finish his glass and leave enough money on the table for his drinks. He walks out of the bar, the cold biting his flustered cheeks as he shivers. Lucifer’s moans still echoed in his head. What if he gets hurt again? Alastor turns to look at the entrance before definitely fucking leaving. Lucifer is strong enough to defend himself; he didn’t even drink alcohol tonight. He can definitely make good decisions for his own safety; he doesn’t need Alastor at all.

Alastor stops in the middle of the road, looking behind him. Why did Lucifer not tell him about his job? Why did he have to lie to him? Alastor has been so worried about him and his safety. As if Lucifer is his damsel in distress, but his friend is nothing like that. Alastor turns his heels to go back to the bar, crossing paths with the man who has spent his evening with Lucifer. Alastor tilts his head, noticing how much the man has wasted. Is it already over? Is it supposed to be that short? Alastor has no clue; looking at the man stumbling in the street, it is so pitiful. He resumes his walk back to the bar when his phone vibrates in his pocket. He takes it out and opens it to see a new message from Lucifer.

“Break time now! How’s your study going? Are you ready for tomorrow’s test? 🖾” The text says, followed by that silly weird square. Alastor looks around to see Lucifer in the street on the side of the bar, wearing his oversized sweatshirt over his escort outfit. His little frame trembles because of the freshness of the night. Alastor types quickly to answer him, and he looks at the smile on his face when he gets the message. So bright and pure.

“I’m having a headache with those stupid tests each week. How are you doing there? Do you have a lot of customers tonight?”

Alastor hopes his questions feel innocent, even if he feels very worried. He looks at Lucifer, quickly typing on his phone, before a new message appears on Alastor’s screen.

“The usuals I think for most of it, I heard that a new one came around and has been staring at me. The girls think the guy might have a crush; can you imagine that? 🖾”

“Unbelievable!” Alastor types, not knowing what to say. What does “having a crush” mean anyway? Definitely nothing important, but Alastor will check that later on his laptop.

“Yeah, right. A gay man is a straight bar! Poor guy, I wish I could have seen his face; it could have been love at first sight hahaha 🖾” The next message says, and Alastor feels lost, closing his phone, not knowing what to say to Lucifer. Love at first sight—what a joke. If he had seen him, it would have ended badly. Alastor gets himself on the other side of the street, in the shadows between two buildings, and he waits for Lucifer to send him a message to inform him that his break ends. Then Lucifer enters the bar by the employees’ door. Alastor stays there until it's really late, when Lucifer finishes his work. Lucifer’s ticks make him worried now. Why does Lucifer need to send him a message every time he’s outside? Doesn’t he feel safe outside? Alastor will know if something happens to him.

Lucifer leaves the bar around two, Alastor’s phone vibrates in his pocket; and he starts to count, walking far enough from Lucifer. He seems very wary and alert while he walks. Alastor can see that Lucifer doesn’t feel safe, but he will be there to watch over him from now on.

 

Every night when Lucifer works, Alastor leaves the flat to look after his friend. He refuses to go back inside the bar, so he stays on the road in front of the establishment, waiting patiently for Lucifer’s break, and then must wait later for his way back home. For a few weeks now, Alastor’s main focus has been Lucifer’s safety; nothing else matters. The other day, a guy approached him on his way home, but Lucifer managed to get rid of the guy and ran into their flat. Alastor was so close to killing him, but he contained himself. The man has only tried to get Lucifer’s attention, nothing more.

Alastor’s phone vibrates in his pocket, and Lucifer gets out of the bar for his break. He mesmerizes a bit while looking at Lucifer in the distance, not noticing that guy approaching Lucifer.

When Alastor recognizes the man from the previous night, he gets ready to act at any moment. The man blocks Lucifer against the wall and starts touching him while his friend tries to push him away. Alastor sees red, puts on his hood, and takes out his knife.

He comes out of the shadow, crossing the deserted road, to jump on the guy and stab him with his knife. Alastor hears Lucifer’s little surprise scream, but he doesn’t care much. He forces the man to stay on the ground as he stabs him again and again, letting all his frustrations out. It’s been so long since he killed someone.

“Al… Alastor…?” Lucifer asks with a weak voice, making him freeze.

Shit, how does he know? There’s no way he saw his face.

Alastor gets up, turning his back on Lucifer; he has to leave. He takes a few steps to go further down the street and hides in the darkness again.

“Please, I won’t tell anyone… T… Thank you for saving me.” Lucifer’s broken voice says, as Alastor hears some steps coming his way.

He can’t move; his legs refuse to. He sees trembling legs entering his field of vision, and he slowly glances up to meet Lucifer’s eyes full of tears. He’s a monster, making him cry. Lucifer takes a step before hugging Alastor tight.

“I was sure it was you.” Lucifer says with a little voice, while Alastor is still stunned.

How does he know? What? Why? Why is he hugging him?

“How…?” Alastor barely articulates, and Lucifer breaks the hug to look at him.

“I’ll explain it to you later... Go now, get clean. I’ll scream in a minute to inform the others of what happened... I won’t tell them that’s you, though. I will see you at home later.” Lucifer says with a big smile, but Alastor can only look at the blood staining Lucifer’s sweatshirt.

“Okay. Send me a message when you leave your work.” Alastor answers, taking a step back.

“I’ll probably be questioned for the murder, so I might be home sooner than usual.” Lucifer adds, making Alastor even more confused.

How can Lucifer act like that after what he just saw? Fascinating.

“See you at home.” Alastor only replies before running as Lucifer goes back to the corpse to scream in terror.

Alastor’s blood runs cold for a second, realizing that’s the sound he had been expecting from Lucifer in the first place when he came to his rescue.

How the fuck does he know it was him? Did he make a mistake somewhere? Did he let his knife be covered in blood at some point?

 

Those questions haunt Alastor for hours as he gets his clothes clean in another coin-operated laundry deserted at this late hour. His only distraction is Lucifer sending messages to him to inform him of where he is and what he is doing.

“The police just arrived; I got attacked at the bar, and that serial killer arrived and killed my assaulter right in front of me 🖾”

“I’m going to the police station to give my statement. I hope you’re safe at home 🖾”

“They said that I’d be free in an hour or so, and I’ve eavesdropped a bit, they have nothing on the serial killer again. Nobody has seen his face 🖾”

Alastor understands that Lucifer might play dumb around the cops, just in case someone sees him send suspicious messages. Alastor decides to answer him when he gets his clothes back, clean and dry.

“Are you okay? I’m coming to the police station; where is it?” Alastor sends, going out of the laundry and walking towards the police office, closer to the crime scene.

Lucifer’s answer doesn’t make itself wait long. “I’m in the one close to our college; you know, we pass by it when we go to the arcade center. I’ll be waiting for you then 🖾”

Perfect. Alastor speeds up his pace to join Lucifer as soon as possible.

“I’m on my way.” Alastor types quickly, rushing a bit his steps to make it credible with the distance he has to travel to join him.

 

Alastor enters the police station, out of breath, his eyes scanning the main room to fall on Lucifer in his escort outfit, who gets up when he sees him.

“Alastor!” Lucifer shouts, his eyes full of tears, as he runs to embrace him, and Alastor gives him back his hug.

Lucifer is safe now. Alastor quickly breaks the hug to take off his sweater and give it to Lucifer. The latter’s sweatshirt was covered in blood; they had to take it as evidence, Alastor guessed. He notices how Lucifer blushes and takes his clothing to put it on.

“Thank you, Al’.” Lucifer says as he puts his hands in the central pocket.

“I’m so relieved you didn’t get hurt.” Alastor says as he means it, but he has to play a bit for the cops watching them right now.

“I’m fine. Thank you for coming that fast.” Lucifer smiles a little, and Alastor notices how he is still slightly shaking from the cold.

“Can you go out now? You need to put on something more warm. I’m sorry, I didn’t think about taking clothes for you…” Alastor continues to play on the act as Lucifer laughs nervously.

“Don’t worry about that. You already gave me your sweatshirt…” Lucifer mumbles, hiding his chin and his lips in the too large collar of the clothing.

A police officer comes to them to inform them that Lucifer can go now. They both thank the officer before leaving.

Alastor checks on Lucifer multiple times during their way home, but the latter seems to be acting as usual. Not even slightly shocked as he walks by a killer’s side, Alastor doesn’t know what he expected, but definitely not that.

“I’m so relieved, you know.” Lucifer whispers as they arrive close to their flat, looking up to meet Alastor’s lost glance. “Let’s go inside; I’ll explain.”

Lucifer takes Alastor’s hand in his and quickens their pace to go into their flat and lock the door. Being in this safe space, Alastor relaxes, and Lucifer goes to sit on the couch, sighing loudly.

“How did you find out that it was me?” Alastor asks with a low tone, still worried someone can hear them.

Lucifer pats the place by his side on the couch. “Come here. It’s a long story.”

Alastor nods and sits down with Lucifer, all ears to hear about his mistakes.

“Do you remember our native village? The seemingly random accidents happened while we were still in high school.” Lucifer starts, making Alastor tense up and cringe. That was his first attempts to kill. “My mother was abusive, and she was drinking and beating the shit out of me because I wasn’t a good enough Catholic person... It got worse when I came out to her as trans. I was so used to hiding the bruises back then, but I know you saw some. Your eyes were always filled with worry, while the others looked at it with pity. A few days later, after a school day when you didn’t come because you were sick, I found my mother dead. The police said it was a suicide, but they didn’t know. I hid a few pieces of evidence that guessed a fight. I panicked there, but I didn’t want to go to jail. After that, other suicides and accidents arrived around us, often from abusive parents or partners. It was you, wasn’t it?” Lucifer asks as Alastor only nods, feeling bad that Lucifer had to clean up his mess to prevent them both from being caught. “When we left to move in here for our studies, that serial killer appeared in this city, only killing seemingly innocent persons until the police understood the common point of their victims; all of them were abusers or assaulters. When the information leaked, I was so sure it was you. You and I are the only ones from our native village who came to this city, and I didn’t do it. And a few of the victims of the dead abusers were people we crossed in a supermarket, at the college, or just in the streets. Like our teacher’s partner, you talked to her a few days before her boyfriend got killed… and I came back from work and went to your room that night to annoy you because it was already my birthday and you weren’t there. You came back only when I was in the shower. I was so worried you were making some dark deals, or, I don’t know… But the next morning, when the news of a new dead body was found, I was so convinced that it had to be you.” Lucifer rambles, and Alastor feels so reckless.

He has thought about how good and well-trained he is and how he will never leave a trace. And yet, Lucifer has discovered him since almost day one.

“Last week I had bruises from a customer who rented me for a night; you saw them even if I tried my best to hide them. I felt that you were following me to my workplace the next evening, then my colleague told me about a man hiding under a hood and staring at me. I just didn’t expect you to continue to follow me the next few days until tonight… I was so worried and afraid. I didn’t know that you were staying around even for my break, so when I saw that guy come to me, I wished so hard that you’d still be around, and you appeared to protect me. I can never thank you enough for that.” Lucifer ends his explanation with a little voice, looking up at Alastor.

“Why aren’t you afraid of me? I killed so many people…” Alastor searches in Lucifer’s eyes to find anything that can confirm to him that Lucifer sees him as a monster.

“Why should I be? You only killed bad people; I’m not bad, am I?” Lucifer asks, leaning into Alastor’s personal space, Lucifer’s hand cupping his cheek.

“No, you’re not. You’re nothing like that. You’re so soft and precious. I just wanted to protect you. I can’t stand the idea of you being hurt by anyone.” Alastor confesses, gaining a surprised expression on Lucifer’s face.

“Do you really think that? Why did you just want to protect me? I’m no one.” Lucifer whispers as he gets closer to Alastor, who doesn’t move immediately.

“You’re not no one to me, Lucifer. I refuse to let anyone hurt you again.” Alastor looks at Lucifer, who blushes before him. The smaller guy comes to sit on Alastor’s lap.

“What am I to you, Al’?” Lucifer asks as he lets his torso rest against Alastor’s.

“I… I think you’re a really dear friend, Lucifer.” Alastor admits weakly: Why does he feel so shy now?

“You know, friends don’t make each other hard.” Lucifer states as he rocks his hips for their crotches to rub against one another and makes Alastor painfully aware that he has a boner.

“Fuck.” Alastor curses under his breath, closing his eyes. Maybe seeing Lucifer in his sweatshirt was a bad idea.

“Tell me, Al’. Aren’t you a bit attracted to me? Don’t you want me?” Lucifer moans as he rocks his now soaking wet one-piece suit on Alastor’s still fully clothed cock.

Does Alastor want him? Fuck, yes, he wants him. He shivers when he feels his pants getting wet because of Lucifer.

“I can’t; we’re just friends.” Alastor grits his teeth; he has to resist; he doesn’t want to hurt Lucifer in any way.

“We can be more than friends. A little fun has never killed anyone.” Lucifer purrs, tempting Alastor until he breaks. “Did you never do that before? I can take good care of you.”

Lucifer’s hands caress his crotch through the clothes, sending shivers down Alastor’s spine. Fuck, he wants him, and he can’t recall since when. It’s been too long.

“Lucifer… I don’t want to hurt you.” Alastor tries to stop this in a terrible attempt.

Lucifer’s eyes on him and a soft smile on his face—that man could be an angel; Alastor wouldn’t be surprised.

“It’s not going to hurt me, Al’. You’re going to give me pleasure, and we’re both going to enjoy it. If you want to do it, of course.” Lucifer reassures him as he takes Alastor’s dick out of his sweatpants.

“I… I want to, if you’re sure it’s safe.” Alastor admits getting lost in his beautiful eyes. “Do you really want to do that with me too?”

“Of course, I want to.” Lucifer purrs again before lowering himself to lick and suck the tip of Alastor’s cock.

The latter tenses up, looking down at Lucifer on all fours between his legs. Fuck, why is he hot like that? It’s so filthy; Alastor shouldn’t be enjoying himself so much already. Lucifer licks him more before taking him in his mouth without a warning. Alastor gasps for air as he feels Lucifer taking inch after inch in his mouth and then in his throat. Fuck. Lucifer takes one of Alastor’s hands to bring it to his hair. He blushes a little, taking a good grip on his blonde locks as Lucifer fucks his mouth on his dick.

Alastor has to stay focused; he can’t get carried away; he might hurt Lucifer. The latter moans against his cock, making it twitch. Alastor stares into Lucifer’s eyes, which are so bright and captivating. This guy is so handsome, it’s not even fair; Alastor will give his life to protect him.

Lucifer sucks him with more force, taking him out of his thoughts. Fuck, why is he so skilled like that? He looks and plays innocent all day, only to be that naughty in bed. Alastor grits his teeth, restraining himself from moaning, it’s so embarrassing. Lucifer takes almost all of Alastor’s dick out, only to thrust it back down his throat. Alastor gasps for air, and his grip tightens on Lucifer’s hair. Lucifer repeats the experience, and Alastor’s hips buckle up to join Lucifer midway through. Fuck, it feels good. The other man moans as Alastor uses his mouth, losing it slowly. He wants him, not just his mouth.

“Lucifer… I need…” Alastor struggles to think straight when his friend is sucking him so well.

“Do you need to come?” Lucifer asks when he finally frees Alastor’s cock from his warm mouth.

“Not yet. I want to give you pleasure too.” Alastor says, embarrassed, as he helps Lucifer get up and come back to sit up on his lap.

“I haven’t done that to have a payback. I like sucking you, you know.” Lucifer informs him, looking at Alastor with a sly smile.

“I saw how you enjoyed torturing me with that mouth. I just want to give you pleasure too.” Alastor explains, watching Lucifer open his one-piece suit between his legs.

“Let me guide you then.” Lucifer whispers as he leans closer, taking Alastor’s hand to let it rest against his wet slit.

Alastor feels his cheeks burn at the wetness under his fingertips. How many times has he dreamed about this? Too many times to be called a good friend. His fingers caress him there before slowly pushing through his lips. So wet and warm, fuck. Lucifer whimpers, so close to his ear, Alastor brings Lucifer closer as his fingers circle his clit. Alastor brushes over it, making Lucifer squirm in his arm.

“Alastor… Put two inside, please.” Lucifer pleads already, sounding like a sweet melody to Alastor.

He wants Lucifer to feel good and loved. Alastor just wants to worship his body to show him how much he desires him. Fuck it. He slowly pushes two fingers inside him; it feels so warm, wet, and welcoming. He can’t wait to thrust into it with his dick. Lucifer moans directly in his ears as Alastor moves his fingers in and out. He smiles a little as his thumb rubs Lucifer’s clit as both fingers inside press against his soft spot. Lucifer cries out, trembling in Alastor’s arm and hiding his face in his neck. Alastor has never been so happy to have used his laptop to learn more about how to pleasure the feminine parts of his friend’s body. He has been delusional at some point and thought Lucifer might like him, so he wanted to be prepared. Even if he doesn’t like sex much, even if he’s uncomfortable being half naked in front of Lucifer. He wants to give him pleasure—no hurt, no shame, just a moment he can enjoy. Alastor looks down at Lucifer, who glances up at him, so adorable. Alastor presses the weak spot, making Lucifer moan and blush even more.

“You said you have never done things like this before…” Lucifer accuses Alastor between two groans as he continues to massage him there.

“It’s true, but I did some research because I was curious.” Alastor stops to tease Lucifer and thrusts his fingers harshly inside his dripping wet intimacy.

“Stop it, please. I need more.” Lucifer begs, his hands sneaking around Alastor’s neck.

Lucifer lifts his hips and forces Alastor to take his fingers out of him. One of his hands grabs Alastor’s cock, guiding himself to sink down on the hardness. They both moan loudly until Lucifer takes it all in.

“Fuck, you’re so big.” Lucifer comments, his walls clenching around Alastor so deliciously.

“You’re so good.” Alastor whispers, and Lucifer chuckles, coming closer to his face. For a second, Alastor is stressed that Lucifer wants to kiss him, but nothing happens. 

“Save your praise for later; I’ve only just got started~” Lucifer giggles, moving his hips slowly up and down to get accustomed to Alastor’s cock inside of him.

He grabs Lucifer’s waist to understand the pacing, grips the clothing, hugging Lucifer’s hips loosely, and pulls it up to actually grab his flesh and feel his skin against his own. His friend’s skin is just as soft as he has imagined it to be, or maybe even more. Alastor groans when Lucifer takes him entirely inside again and stays still for a few seconds.

“Fuck…” Lucifer curses under his breath as Alastor admires him on top of him, so handsome.

Alastor releases Lucifer from his grasp to undress him from his sweatshirt and his stupid one piece uniform. He stares at his gorgeous body as Lucifer tries to hide his little chest. Alastor grabs his hands and kisses them. He gets rid of his shirt and brings him closer to hold him.

“Don’t be ashamed around me, Lucifer. You’re perfect now; you’ll be even more perfect after your surgery.” Alastor whispers as his hands roam down Lucifer’s back. His skin is so soft and warm. Alastor has never touched something that soft in his whole life.

“Stop talking sweet to me, Al’.” Lucifer says, hiding his face in Alastor’s neck.

The latter smiles, settling his hands on Lucifer’s hips before giving a first experimental thrust in that position. The answer is almost immediate, as Lucifer cries out of pleasure.

“Fuck, Al’...” Lucifer moans as Alastor buckles his hips to push his dick deep into his friend.

Alastor is such a bastard, but he can’t stop. He wants more of him; he can’t get enough of him. Not now, not ever. He keeps Lucifer close to him; it feels so good.

Lucifer claws slightly at his back as Alastor keeps fucking him balls deep. His friend is moaning, begging for more. Alastor loves his voice so much—so cute and needy. Lucifer cries out when Alastor finds a different angle; he might be rubbing against Lucifer’s weak spot, so he does it again, gaining some more delicious moans from his friend.

“Lucifer…” Alastor weakly moans when the latter decides to move again, eagerly smashing his butt against Alastor’s thighs.

He’s so tight; Alastor is so squeezed inside him. It feels strangely good; he has never been interested in that. He almost repulses himself each time someone, especially Vox, offers him some kinky time with them. The kind of intimacy Alastor doesn’t want to share with anyone but Lucifer at the moment. It feels right and is not actually that disgusting. Alastor looks up at Lucifer when he feels tiny hands cupping his cheeks.

“What are you thinking about?” Lucifer smiles at him, and Alastor feels weak. He’s so precious and fragile, but he's also so brave and true to himself. He wants to protect him with his life; is it normal to feel that for a friend? Alastor has no clue.

“Thinking about you.” Alastor answers bluntly, noticing how Lucifer blushes at his answer. “You’re so handsome, and you feel so good.” Alastor continues, hoping it will help, but Lucifer’s blush only darkens.

“You’re handsome too, and you make me feel good too.” Lucifer responds, coming closer. Alastor stares at him, holding his breath, when their lips brush against each other for a second.

Lucifer’s body shivers under Alastor’s hands, making him think that Lucifer wants a kiss from him. Maybe he’s imagining things, maybe not. Alastor erases the distance, pressing his lips against Lucifer’s own and kissing him slowly. Alastor moans between their lips when Lucifer’s hands roam through his brown locks. He takes his time to deliver that kiss, and Lucifer doesn’t seem to want to rush it either. Once again, something Alastor can’t see himself doing with anyone else. He has that trust in the shorter man, something special only the two of them share.

“Let me help you, Al’. You don’t have to do that alone anymore.” Lucifer whispers as he breaks their kiss, but he stays so close, looking up at Alastor.

“Do what?” He asks, completely lost.

“Do, you know, act on your impulses... kill bad people. I want to help you.” Lucifer resumes his whispering, his fingers scratching Alastor’s nape.

The latter groans at the sensations before realizing what Lucifer just said. “What? No way. You can’t help me. You can be caught. I can’t… I refuse to put you in danger like that.” Alastor says, looking for something in Lucifer’s eyes, and he only finds determination and lust.

“I don’t care about the danger... I refuse to live in a world where you end up in jail or worse, and I… I’m left alone. I want to be with you; if you get caught, I want to get caught too.” Lucifer says, looking down at Alastor as he’s fucking himself on his cock.

“Your life will be ruined. You can be killed if you help me with that.” Alastor tries to reason with Lucifer, not understanding how Lucifer works.

“I don’t care, I don’t want to live in a world where you get killed and I have to live... I refuse. I want to stay with you no matter what.” Lucifer explains, tears are coming up in his eyes, and Alastor feels worried.

“Hey, don’t cry, Lulu... It’s okay; I'll let you help me.” Alastor says, but he regrets it already, imagining so many scenarios where he can lose Lucifer.

“Amazing! Thank you, Al’!” Lucifer exclaims, tears running down his face, and Alastor pulls him closer to kiss the tears away.

“I have two conditions, though.” Alastor whispers as Lucifer nods eagerly to accept them. “First, you have to stop this work you have at night... We will find something else to get more money. You don’t need to sell your body like that. And second, if I’m asking you to do something during our hunt nights, you have to do as I say, got it?”

“Our hunt nights—is that how you call it in your head?” Lucifer laughs softly, making Alastor blush a little.

“Answer me instead of saying stupid things.” Alastor refuses to answer his question.

“Got it, Boss~ I didn’t want to go back to my work anyway... I don’t feel safe there.” Lucifer says as he moves his hips up and down, his arms sneak around Alastor’s neck. “I feel safe around you. You’re my safe place.”

Alastor suppresses a moan, holding Lucifer by the waist. He looks up at his friend, feeling so weak under his gaze. He thrusts inside him to bring him closer and kisses him deeply. Lucifer’s moans die between their hungry lips; Alastor wants him so badly. Is it normal to want that when they’re just friends? Alastor doesn’t know, and he doesn’t feel like he needs to know. Their criminal partnership isn’t something common, so normality might not apply to them.

Alastor tenses up, feeling close to cum; he grabs Lucifer’s waist to force him to stop.

“I’m close; I should take it out before...” Alastor starts to say before Lucifer grabs his hands and impales himself with more energy on his dick. Fuck.

“Cum inside me, Alastor. Please~” Lucifer moans in his ear, making him shiver from head to toe.

Alastor hugs Lucifer, moving his hips to meet Lucifer midway through. Lucifer feels so good, it’s not legal. Alastor groans, clawing Lucifer’s hips to keep himself balls deep into him when he finally comes. Lucifer arches his back, getting closer to Alastor. He’s so handsome. His dick twitches inside Lucifer when he feels the latter massaging his balls.

“It feels amazing; can I have more?” Lucifer asks with a slutty tone, making Alastor shiver again.

“Isn’t it dangerous for you? Like you can still get pregnant?” Alastor asks as he comes back to his senses a little, worried now.

“No, I mean, the chance is really tiny... I’m taking T, so my system isn’t supposed to work anymore.” Lucifer says with a little smile.

“Supposed to? So you’re not sure.” Alastor says, feeling even more worried.

“Al’, everybody is different; you can’t be sure... but it’s a problem for future me to deal with. Let’s go again; I want to try so many things with you.” Lucifer smiles before kissing Alastor, who feels stunned.

He honestly doesn’t know how to react to that, but he knows he doesn’t want to ruin their moment here. If there’s a problem, it’s for his future self to deal with it.

“You have been thinking about it for quite some time if you have so many things to try with me, hm?” Alastor teases, and he looks at Lucifer blushing.

“N… No, not that much…” Lucifer lies; he is still a bad liar.

“Okay, but let’s go to my room; the couch isn’t that comfortable.” Alastor states as he holds Lucifer tight and gets up with him in his arms.

“No, my room; I have lube there; we might need it at some point.” Lucifer says, hiding his face in Alastor’s neck again.

“Alright, then.” Alastor walks to Lucifer’s room, hearing him whimper at each step because Alastor’s dick is still inside of him.

He enters the dark room, closing the door behind them. “Lights on or not?” Alastor asks, his fingers touching the wall, looking for the switch.

“No, when you don’t have your sight, the other senses are more sensible.” Lucifer purrs, and Alastor leaves the wall to walk towards the bed.

When his foot hits the bed, he lowers Lucifer to lay him down on the bed. “Let’s see that, shall we?” Alastor whispers to Lucifer, already hungry for more.

They aren’t going to sleep much tonight; fortunately, they’re on summer vacation, so they don’t have to go to school for the moment.

 

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Teach me how to love