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On a random night, over one month ago, Lucifer's entire life was ruined. It was then put back together one week later.
His husband was shot in the woods and he only found out when someone came to their home with the regretful news. He mourned his husband for days, not braving going to the funeral and receiving everyone's pity. When it felt like he couldn't handle the grief for much longer, he took himself to finally visit his dead lovers grave, crying out his desperation to see him again.
In his haste to leave their home, he must have put on Alastor's coat for comfort as he saw some of his drawings fly out with the wind. He scurried to pick them all up, not willing to let one more piece of Alastor die after the body was already rotting in the Earth, then realised these weren't just any drawings. They were experiments - to bring someone back to life.
His eyes slowly moved from the papers to the grave behind him, where Alastor lay in a restful slumber that he will never wake from. Unless he did something about it.
Making up his mind he ran to the shed kept in the cemetery, grabbing a large shovel and began digging up his — very much — dead lover.
Hours later, when the sun was just beginning to show his face, Lucifer had Alastor in a sack and dragged him into their cellar where Alastor's equipment was located. He can apologise for it later when he's alive again… or if worse to worse, then when he dies as well and they can meet in whatever afterlife there is.
After getting him out of the sack, he pulled Alastor up onto the table, strapping him on and attempted to do what his husband had so far been unsuccessful in doing. Only — he didn't just bring a man back to life the next day.
Somewhere along the way, he had started changing. Growing animal features — a deer specifically. Ears twitched upon his head as he sat up, surrounding great big antlers reaching up to the Heavens. Red claws spread out over the table, pressing into it and making a horrible screeching sound, bellying his new strength as they dented the steel. He swung his legs over to the ground revealing dark hooves with points the same red as his claws that flexed against the hard stone.
Lucifer had stepped forward, in between Alastor's legs that spread more as he got closer, and held his face. He tipped it up so they locked eyes and was taken aback by the sheer red in them.
He shouldn't —
He really shouldn't be, Alastor has so much red on other parts of his body after all. But standing here, with their faces just inches apart, seeing it so up close, it really did take him aback from how vibrant it was.
Like the brightest apple in a pool of blood.
Before either of them knew what was happening, Lucifer had him pushed right back down on the cold table taking his breath away with an endless stream of kisses. They never made it out of that room until the sun was long past his peak.
It has been many weeks since that morning and Alastor was as healthy as he was before his untimely death. He was happy for that, it had actually worked and now Alastor was back in his arms! He really was happy. But still, despite that, something compels him to leave the comforts of their home, of their bed, of Alastor's arms under the covers, and go back to that grave. The one where in any other case, it's owner would stay under for centuries, perhaps millennia, never being disturbed. But in this case, the owner was dug up before the week was done and brought back to a state where he wouldn't need the six feet of Earth for another few decades.
He'd been visiting it every few days. He doesn't say much, if at all; just lays some flowers down, dahlias, which were always Alastor's favourite, stays for a while and then heads back before anyone notices his disappearance.
He thought the same would be said for today. There weren't any signs that Al had awoken with him, so he felt safe leaving in the darkness, picking some new flowers for the grave on his way there. He lay them down when he arrived, as usual. What wasn't usual was the voice that spoke behind him after he had settled back on his haunches.
"Why do you still visit?"
Alastor.
Of course it was. He should've expected to be followed at some point.
The question forced him to confront the answer. The horrible answer. The answer he wishes he didn't have to give or even acknowledge himself. He couldn't bare to actually see proof of Alastor's continued existence, instead letting the overwhelming grief consume him once more as he shouts his answer to the grave. As if there's still a body beneath it and not standing just mere feet behind him. "Because here is where I could have left you. Where I could have lost you!"
An endless stream of tears run down his face, which he refuses to acknowledge. It's not as if anyone can see them anyway. He is grateful, however, for the Heavens opening up on him and joining in his grief with the rain that pours down over him. He isn't sure if they do their job in hiding the evidence of what he's feeling, but it will do.
He jolted when he felt a hand smooth down his back. The head came next, brushing against his own, cheek to cheek. In the back of Lucifer's mind, it supplies to him that this behaviour is in tune with what changes have been given to his lover; those of a deer. He leans into the strange new comfort.
They stay frozen in time, kneeling on the grave Alastor was robbed from all those weeks ago, for a few precious moments before Lucifer couldn't take it anymore. He spun around, grabbed the lapels of his once dead lover's coat, and smashed their mouths together. It's messy and desperate and included more teeth than necessary. He felt Alastor hesitate, not knowing where to put his own hands. He opened his mouth the slightest bit, but only for what felt like a second before those clawed hands were gripping the back of his head and twining their tongues together.
Alastor pushed him so he leaned back against the headstone and slotted himself between Lucifer's thighs, grinding their hips together. Lucifer broke off the kiss with a desperate moan, frantically pulling at the belt holding Alastor's trousers together. "Please, Alastor. I don't need to hear how unsanitary this is — just, just fuck me. Please!"
Before he could make any real progress on getting the belt unbuckled and out — can someone just please just let him take it off already! — his wrists were gripped in strong and firm hands, halting his quest. Those hands pulled his own away and up to be kissed by thin and cold lips. He hesitantly looked up, expecting to find anger, or madness or some other such negative emotion, so he was shocked to see such pure adoration in those eyes.
Such love still, despite everything.
"Lucifer, my love." He kissed his palms then. Such reverence in the action. "If this is what you desire, then I shall give it to you."
"Really? Over a grave?"
"Anything to make you happy."
The statement utterly melted him so he took back one of his hands to pull Alastor down for another kiss, much more tender. Alastor was the one to pull away this time, focusing his attention on taking off Lucifer's own trousers, only managing to get one leg off before Lucifer was drawing him in with both wrapped around his waist.
Alastor growled slightly, low in his throat, and fumbled with getting his own trousers undone. He didn't bother with taking them off like he did with Lucifer, just drawing them down enough to take his cock out and rub it along Lucifer's folds. He bit his lip to keep any noises in and then gasped as he was raised up off the ground slightly, waving an arm backwards until he was gripping the headstone for stability.
It wasn't long until Alastor had deemed his cock sufficiently smeared in Lucifer's slick juices and only teased him, or both of them really, for a second before easing himself in. Despite their surroundings and the desperate way Lucifer had acted for this before… it's soft. He could hardly recall a time they had sex more soft than this. And sure, they'd had soft sex before, they always will, but this?
Lucifer hates it and loves it at the same time.
How could this be so tender as to be called making love when he was still haunted by the grief he felt in that short period of time? When he was left alone? Without Alastor? Without his other half? One month ago, he was living in a house haunted by memories of the one who makes him complete, nearly convinced to drown his sorrows and join him on the other side, wherever it may be. And now? Now he had that same man's cock in his cunt, filling him up just like he used to. Like he never left.
It was thanks to Lucifer he was able to be like this though, back to life if somewhat different. And he would never take that for granted, even if he did still hate Alastor for going out that day and dying… as if it's his fault he died. He knew that Alastor would choose him a million times over instead of doing what he did. If he knew what the outcome would be. Which he didn't. It is not in man's control to know the precise time they would cease to be on this plane.
A finger swiped under one of his eyes, causing them to snap open to a blurry world. When did he close them? It didn't take long to distinguish the reason for the blurriness however: tears. When did he start crying? Alastor spoke before he could process anything else. "Mon cher, mi amour, why do you cry? You have no use for tears now that I am back with you. Correct?"
Lucifer hastily wiped his free arm over his eyes to stem the flow as best he could, before looping it around Alastor's shoulder. He cleared his throat before nodding his head. "Yeah. Of course." He hesitated for a flicker of a second, darting his eyes away briefly before looking at a face filled with so much love and concern it nearly brought him to tears again.
That brief hesitation must have been enough for Alastor, as he sat up on his knees so that Lucifer was straddling him and brought his other arm back around to wind through Alastor's hair. Alastor does the same with one of his arms and uses the other to stroke soothing circles on his hip. He brought their foreheads together before pulling Lucifer in for a chaste kiss. More a stroke of lips really, than a proper kiss.
"I can only guess at what brought you to such emotion, so tell me if I am wrong, but Lucifer. My dearest love. My darling husband. I will never leave you again. I won't go anywhere you cannot follow me okay? Nowhere. I will be by your side forever, for all of time." He trailed more kisses along Lucifer's jaw, then cheek, leading up to his ear where he whispers his final promise as he thrusted into Lucifer once more, rubbing his pelvis along Lucifer's clit to bring them both over the edge together.
He knew it would take time for these feelings and thoughts to go away, but Alastor was right. They would be together through it all, Never a moment apart now that they had found each other again.
Alastor was right about one other thing as well.
Lucifer was his make and Alastor his eternally devoted monster.