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Alastor sat on the Hazbin hotel balcony. He listened to the rain patter on the roof that shielded his head. He hated getting wet, ruining his coat and hair was not something he liked doing, especially when he payed so much for them. Believe it or not, people care a LOT for money in hell.
The sound of the rain hitting the ground blocked out the noise of Lucifer sliding the glass door open and closed. The king placed his hand on Alastor’s shoulder, he immediately tensed, deer antlers appearing on his head. The radio static surrounding him became more intense, expressing his alarmed demeanour.
Alastor looked over his shoulder, ready to break the persons wrist who dared to touch him. How dare they even think it.
But, he calmed as quickly as he got angry when he saw Lucifer’s face. Ah, yes. He should have known. His all touchy boyfriend. The man he hated but soon learned to…Like.
“Sorry, did I startle you?” Lucifer asked, nervously picking at the skin on his finger. Alastor learned that Lucifer had anxiety and depression which usually lead to him picking off the skin of his fingers. Alastor didn’t know why he felt annoyed by it. Why ruin such a pretty body?
Alastor turned his head forward.
“no. I thought you were someone else,” he muttered, running his fingers through his hair.
“Oh,” Lucifer muttered. “Who?” He asked, putting his hands at his sides to stop myself from picking at his own skin.
“No need to worry, my dear,” Alastor’s ear to ear smile remained. Lucifer never saw Alastor without a smile, he didn’t even think he has ever seen Alastor frown.
Lucifer hummed in response before Alastor grabbed a chair from beside him, pulling it beside his chair, but he made sure they weren’t touching. He still hated touch.
Lucifer took that as an invitation to sit down, so he did.
“Can’t sleep?” Lucifer asked, glancing at the radio demon beside him. Alastor did not look at Lucifer.
“No, I can. I just choose not to,” Alastor shrugged, crossing his legs. “You?”
Lucifer sighed, following Alastor’s line of sight to the building in front of them.
“No. The thunder is keeping me up,” the king muttered, rubbing the nape of his neck.
Alastor’s ever lasting grin widened, turning the king. “The king of hell is scared of thunder?” Alastor teased, though he was quite surprised.
Lucifer’s brows furrowed. He hated when people acted like all he was, was a strong, cold evil king. He might have been the king of hell itself, but he still had feelings!
“Says the guy who’s afraid of dogs,” he snapped back. Alastor’s expression dropped at that, but his smile did not. He looked back at the building ahead. With a sigh, Alastor spoke.
“Try focusing on the rhythm of the rain,” Alastor suggested, closing his eyes and tilting his head back slightly.
“You moron, the storm is what’s keeping me up!”
“No,” Alastor interrupted Lucifer, “focus on the way the rain hits the ground, the windows. You’ll find that the thunder… Just becomes the lyrics to a song,” Alastor whispered. It wasn’t often that he actually tried to help. Lucifer couldn’t even tell if he was trying to help, but he listened anyways.
Hesitantly, Lucifer closed his eyes, making his other senses stronger. He listened to the rain hit the ground, the windows, the roof over their heads. He could even hear a muffled woman’s voice singing a lullaby, probably to a Hell born baby.
When the thunder clapped, he flinched slightly, but it quickly began to feel soothing.
“Open your eyes,” Alastor whispered after a couple minutes of silence.
Lucifer peeled his eyelids open, landing his eyes on Alastor who was looking at him. His smile was… soft.
“Sometimes, your greatest fears become your comfort,” Alastor muttered, looking into Lucifer’s eyes. Lucifer smiled back, “does that mean you’ll get over your fear of dogs?” Lucifer suggested.
“No.”
“Worth a shot,” Lucifer shrugged, his smile widening ever so slightly.
After a while of the two listening to the storm, Lucifer yawned, stretching his limbs before standing. Alastor followed.
Alastor didn’t know why, but he felt the need to be close to Lucifer. Without a second thought, Alastor cupped Lucifer’s cheek and leaned in, kissing him gently. Lucifer paused, taken aback.
Once Alastor pulled back, Lucifer froze. He was speechless.
“Alastor…” Lucifer muttered. Alastor’s cheeks flushed before he snapped his fingers, black dust swirling around him before he became a shadow, exiting through the floor, leaving Lucifer with his own thoughts.
Lucifer felt his lips curve into a smile. He never knew Alastor would kiss him first. Let alone on the lips. This was an experience he would never forget.
Thunder clapped in the sky, but instead of flinching, Lucifer sighed in content.
“God, I’m falling for you…” he whispered to himself. Maybe he should listen to the rain with Alastor more.