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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 2

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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller

🎙️ “Oh, I do love a good bit of drama, don’t you? There’s a spell that lingers in the air, my friends. Something intoxicating, a force that binds you, twists you, and refuses to let go. That old black magic is creeping in, and once it has you in its grasp, well, let’s just say... you’ll never be quite the same again.”🎙️

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

Alastor's fingers tightened imperceptibly around the stem of his glass as Vox launched into yet another self-aggrandizing anecdote. 

The supper club's jazz quartet provided a soothing counterpoint to the alpha's grating voice, their mellow tones a balm to Alastor's fraying nerves.

"...and that's when I told the network executives, 'Gentlemen, the future of entertainment is television!'" Vox boomed, slapping the table for emphasis.

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

 "How fascinating," he purred, the words tasting like syrup on his tongue—and this omega hated sweets.

If only the fool would shut up long enough for Alastor to excuse himself to the powder room.

He took a delicate sip of the ludicrously colored drink he’d been given. Vox’s good sense to pick The Red Horizon club did not extend to his selection of cocktail, and his personality left much to be desired. 

He didn’t have taste. Just flash with no substance. 

But…The omega agency had certainly matched Alastor with worse prospects.

"Of course, someone in your position couldn't possibly understand the intricacies of my work," Vox continued, oblivious to Alastor's disinterest. 

The omega felt a record scratching inside his brain and his temper flair.

He knew the intricacies of entertaining, and he knew them well. Not that anyone knew him for his work in radio.

The last time he attempted to mention it to Vox, he got offered a job— as the man’s ‘cute little secretary.’

Over his dead body.

"Oh, I'm sure that's true," Alastor murmured to appease the alpha, and keep him talking while the omega rested his chin on his hand. His gaze drifted across the dimly lit room, settling on the now familiar figure at the bar like a reprieve.

The blonde alpha was staring again, golden eyes fixed on Alastor with an intensity that sent an invisible shiver down his spine.

Alastor was no stranger to hungry alpha gazes, but this...this was different. There was a pull there, a black magic he couldn't quite name.

Absently, the omega traced the rim of his glass with one elegant finger. 

The crystal sang softly, a faint counterpoint to his date’s endless droning.

"Are you even listening to me?" Vox snapped, jolting Alastor from his reverie.

"But of course, darling," Alastor lied smoothly. "Please, do go on. I'm simply enthralled by your tales of corporate conquest."

As Vox launched into another self-important story, Alastor's attention drifted once more to the mysterious alpha in the leather jacket. Their eyes met across the crowded room, and Alastor felt a rush of heat that had nothing to do with the little bit of liquor.

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

The blonde alpha's golden eyes widened, as if he'd heard the soft chime of Alastor's glass from across the crowded room. 

Ridiculous, of course—the band was in full swing, couples twirling across the dance floor. And yet…those eyes held Alastor captive, warm and earnest in a way that made his breath catch.

A genuine smile tugged at Alastor's lips, unbidden. For a moment, the rest of the world faded away.

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

"Ahem." Vox's pointed cough shattered the spell. "I said, don't you agree?"

Alastor blinked, realizing he'd been caught, again. He poured on the charm, leaning in with practiced interest. "Oh absolutely, my dear. Your insight is simply unparalleled."

Vox preened, but his satisfaction was short-lived. He twisted in his seat, following Alastor's previous line of sight. 

The rough-looking alpha quickly averted his gaze, suddenly fascinated by his empty glass.

“"I see.” Turning back, Vox's lips curled in distaste. “Perhaps if you'd chosen a more demure outfit, you wouldn't be drawing such tawdry attention."

“Oh? Whatever could you mean by that Vox?” Alastor's smile didn't waver, though something cold settled in his stomach as he simpered. "Why, I was ever so mindful to dress nicely for our evening out," he purred, voice dripping with honeyed charm. "After all, you were kind enough to share your…opinions on my wardrobe choices with the social worker after our first two dates."

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

Such was the lot of an unmated omega in this alpha-dominated world—constantly scrutinized, constantly judged. He smoothed an imaginary wrinkle from his perfectly tailored vest, thinking bitterly of the hoops he'd jumped through to meet Vox's exacting standards.

Before the dark-haired alpha could respond, a waiter rematerialized at their table. "Good evening, gentlemen. Are you ready to order?"

"Ah, yes," Vox said, puffing up importantly. "I'll have the filet mignon, rare, with the truffle reduction." He barely glanced at Alastor before continuing, "And for the omega, perhaps the poached salmon salad? I’m sure you want to be mindful of your figure, after all."

Alastor's smile became brittle, though his voice remained light. "How thoughtful of you, darling." His stomach growled in protest, mourning the loss of a proper meal. 

These arranged dates were half about the food, after all—a way to indulge beyond his usual means.

As the waiter departed, Alastor sipped his drink, thinking longingly of the hearty gumbo he could have made for a fraction of the price of this overpriced lettuce. 

But needs must be met, he supposed. At least the music was decent.

🎵I should stay away, but what can I do?🎵

Alastor's gaze drifted to the new frilly cocktail Vox had ordered for him, a saccharine concoction topped with a plump maraschino cherry. 

A treat, the alpha had said—Alastor would rather a dry red wine. Since he wasn’t allowed his whiskey.

With deliberate grace, he plucked the fruit from his glass, bringing it to his lips. As he did so, his eyes wandered across the room, seeking out the blonde alpha at the bar.

Their eyes locked just as Alastor bit down, the cherry's sweetness popping across his tongue. 

He held the alpha's gleaming gaze…just restraining himself from tying the stem in a knot with his tongue. That would be laying it on a bit thick, wouldn’t it?

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

"I must say, your network's latest programming schedule is simply fascinating," Alastor sighed, seamlessly returning his attention to Vox. "Do tell me more about your fall lineup."

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

"Well, since you asked..." He launched into a detailed monologue about ratings and demographics.

As the waiter set down their meals, Vox paused his vainglorious speech. "I'm glad you're not eating too heavily tonight, dear. I'm quite looking forward to showing you off on the dance floor later." Vox leered.

Alastor suppressed a shudder, imagining Vox's grabby hands pawing at him under the guise of dancing.

 "Oh? How lovely," he lied smoothly. "But surely you were about to tell me about that thrilling new game show concept?"

Vox's eyes lit up, and Alastor settled in for another interminable story, his mind already calculating how long he could delay the inevitable groping on the dance floor.

♫ ♫ ♫

As the last morsel of food disappeared from their plates, Alastor dabbed at his lips with his napkin, his mind racing for an excuse to postpone the dreaded dance. 

A flash of inspiration struck, and he turned to Vox with a carefully crafted smile.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment, darling," Alastor cooed, rising gracefully from his seat. "I simply must freshen up"

Vox waved him off. "Don't be too long, sweetheart. I'm eager to…show off my moves."

Oh, Alastor could not begin to explain how he was not Vox’s sweetheart.

Alastor's smile tightened imperceptibly as he glided away from the table, his steps measured and unhurried despite his desire to put distance between himself and his boorish date. 

As he passed the hostess stand, a thought occurred to him.

Pausing, he leaned in conspiratorially to the Peter, the club host. "Pardon me, but I couldn't help but notice the gentleman at the bar. Might you know who he is?"

He might expect the smiling blonde beta’s face to light up with gossip-fueled glee, but instead, it soured. "Oh, him? That's Lucifer. He's a friend of our cook.” Peter leaned close. “I wouldn’t let yourself be tempted—you can judge that apple by its skin.” 

The omega kept from shooting a scowl at the boldness of the beta—this was not the place or the time. 

Though, from here, he could see what Peter meant. The skin of the blonde alpha’s forearms held more ink than the Sunday paper.  

"Lucifer," Alastor murmured, savoring the name on his tongue. A sudden warmth bloomed in his chest, spreading through his veins like liquid fire. 

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

Alastor barely had time to settle back into the plush booth before Vox's meaty hand clamped around his wrist. The alpha's eyes glinted with a possessive hunger that made Alastor's skin crawl.

"Come on, dollface. Time to show you off," Vox growled, yanking the omega to his feet.

Alastor's smile strained as he stumbled after the alpha. "My, aren't we eager?" he quipped, trying to maintain his composure.

Vox's grip tightened as he jerked Alastor close. "You bet I am. Been waiting all night for this."

As the band struck up a lively foxtrot, Alastor found himself desperately trying to find his footing. 

He was an excellent dancer. Being a tall omega meant he often lead others of his designation and female betas while the men and alphas were off to war. 

Alastor could finesse any partner.

But Vox's movements were erratic and forceful, completely at odds with the music's rhythm. Each time Alastor attempted to fall into step, Vox would drag him in another direction.

The oaf wouldn't know rhythm if it bit him in his oversized head. 

The brunette longed to take the lead, to show this buffoon how it was really done. But societal expectations chained him to this farce of a dance.

"Isn't this great?" Vox bellowed, oblivious to Alastor's discomfort. "You're lucky to have such a talented dance partner."

Alastor's smile twisted into something closer to a sneer. "Oh yes," he replied, voice dripping with sarcasm, "I'm positively overwhelmed by your... enthusiasm."

As Vox continued to manhandle him around the floor, Alastor's contempt grew. 

His eyes darted around the room, seeking an escape—or at least a distraction. They landed on the bar, where a pair of golden eyes met his own. 

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

Vox's hand slid lower down his back, yanking Alastor flush against him. 

The omega's nose wrinkled at the alpha's overpowering cologne as Vox's hips ground against him in a vulgar parody of what should be done on a dance floor.

"Now this is more like it," Vox purred, his breath hot on Alastor's ear. "You know, as this is our third date,”

“So it is,” the omega said, hiding the wariness in his tone with a lilting tease.

“So.” Vox blundered over the beat of the music. “ I've got certain…expectations."

Alastor stiffened, his lips holding no hint of a smile. He leaned back, trying to put some distance between them. 

"My dear fellow, I believe there's been a misunderstanding. The matchmaker was quite clear about your preferences for an unmated—"

"Untouched," Vox interrupted, his grin predatory. "And why do you think that is, doll?”

Alastor's eyes widened, his carefully crafted facade cracking.

"I…I beg your pardon?" He stammered, genuinely caught off guard for the first time in years. His mind raced, searching for a way to extricate himself from this increasingly uncomfortable situation without causing a scene. “I’ve no idea what you could possibly be implying.”

“Oh, don’t play like that, a male omega can’t play coy.” Vox huffed, forgetting the pretense of a dance as his pawing hands held Alastor. “I want to be the one to plant the first flag, if you catch my drift."

Alastor pushed against Vox's chest, but barely escaped an inch. "I'm afraid I'm not interested in that sort of…arrangement, sir. Perhaps we should call it a night?"

Vox's grip tightened, his expression darkening. "Not so fast, sweetheart. Do you have any idea how much I spent on dinner? On this whole evening?" He leaned in, alcohol-laced breath hot against Alastor's cheek. "You owe me something for my trouble."

A flicker of genuine anger flashed in Alastor's eyes, quickly masked behind his practiced smile. 

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

"Now, Vox," Alastor said, voice dripping with false sweetness, "I don't recall agreeing to any form of transaction. Surely a gentleman such as yourself—"

His words were cut short as Vox's hand suddenly grabbed his ass. 

Alastor froze, eyes wide with shock and indignation. His mind reeled, searching for a way to salvage the situation without compromising his carefully cultivated image.

Though he longed to show yet another entitled alpha what he was capable of. 

But he hesitated, acutely aware of the eyes upon them, of the delicate social balance he had to maintain. 

For a moment, Alastor found himself truly at a loss, his usual wit and charm failing him in the face of such brazen disrespect.

Just as Alastor's composure threatened to crack, a ringing voice cut through the tension.

 "Pardon me, gentlemen. Might I cut in?"

Before either could respond, a blonde figure slid between them, deftly maneuvering Alastor away from Vox's grasp and into his own. Alastor found himself whisked onto the dance floor, guided by sure hands and twinkling golden eyes.

🎶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

"Lucifer," the alpha introduced himself with a roguish wink. "I hope you don't mind the interruption."

The omega’s relief was palpable, though he masked it with a coy smile. "Not at all," Alastor' sighed gratefully. "Though I’m afraid I must protest when we are caught by my proper date—as a matter of principle."

“Whatever ya need, doll.” Lucifer grinned, falling easily into step with his new partner.

“My name is Alastor.” the taller man  corrected, caution moderating his tone, knowing his history of putting boundaries before alphas and how they reacted.

Lucifer just smiled, and said. “Whatever ya need, Alastor.”

And just like that, this pint-sized alpha earned his first genuine smile of the night as he stole the omega away.

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

🎙️ “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” 🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️

MASTERPOST

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🎙️Good evening, my dear listeners, and welcome to a story woven from the musical notes of desire and darkness. Ah, but what is love at first sight without a touch of madness, hmm? For the next three nights, our line up of songs will weave a mid-century romance laced with beauty and blood. And the latter, well... it’s oh-so-sweet. Fear not, my darlings, for even death cannot part us. So sit back, relax, and allow me to guide you through this deliciously twisted affair ... until the devil’s last dance. 🎙️

Notes:

Heya! This is a three part series. Each chapter features a song from the 30s through the 60s (mostly). It gets dark, it gets twisty, it gets bloody. And it stays high heat.

Under the cut is the chapter list for each of the three parts, which are song titles (and I'll try to link each post as they happen...eventually XD

Content Warnings include:

Explicit consensual sexual content, violence, murder, omegaverse culture, eventual serial killer Alastor, purity culture, feminine rage, misconceptions about sex/sexual anatomy, attempted assault, revenge killing, oppressive culture, sexually repressive culture,

and more.

Part 1 ~ 'Til There Was You ~

🎙️ Our tale begins with a a chance meeting, gazes connecting across a crowded room—that will change everything.

For you see, dear listeners, love at first sight isn’t always kind, is it? No, it has a way of sneaking up on you, wrapping itself around your heart like a vice, and squeezing the very life from you—or someone else.

And so, our story begins, with two souls who never knew what they were missing... ‘til there was you.🎙️

The Way You Look Tonight - Frank Sinatra (1964)

That Old Black Magic - Glenn Miller (1943)

Sway - Dean Martin (1954)

Fascination - Nat King Cole (1958)

Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered - Ella Fitzgerald (1956)

Strangers in the Night - Frank Sinatra (1966)

A Kiss to Build a Dream On - Louis Armstrong (1951)

Let's Face the Music and Dance - Nat King Cole (1961)

Only You - The Platters (1955)

You Send Me - Sam Cooke (1957)

Midnight, the Stars and You - Ray Noble (1934)

I Can't Give You Anything But Love - Billie Holiday (1944)

I Wanna Be Loved By You - Marilyn Monroe (1959)

Bang Bang (My Baby Shot Me Down) - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

I Want to Be Evil - Eartha Kitt (1953)

You Were Meant for Me - Gene Kelly (Singin’ in the Rain) (1952)

Part 2 ~ The House of the Rising Sun ~

🎙️The sun rises, and so do our demons, my dear listeners. As the cover night falls away, we find ourselves in a house filled with secrets and shadows, where love twists and turns in the most unexpected ways.

Power corrupts, violence seduces, and the light-bringer can only hold back the darkness for so long. In this house, you will find no sanctuary—only temptation and the steep price you pay in the morning. 

Welcome back to New Orleans, where an old face returns with a smile…and a knife behind his back.🎙️

I Put a Spell on You - Nina Simone (1965)

You Don’t Own Me - Lesley Gore (1963)

Cry Me a River - Julie London (1955)

Angel Eyes - Frank Sinatra (1958)

Fools Rush In (Where Angels Fear to Tread) - Frank Sinatra (1940)

Love Me or Leave Me - Nina Simone (1958)

I’m Gonna Live Till I Die - Frank Sinatra (1955)

Black Coffee - Sarah Vaughan (1949)

Whatever Will Be, Will Be (Que Sera, Sera) - Doris Day (1956)

Fever - Peggy Lee (1958)

Ain’t That a Kick in the Head - Dean Martin (1960)

All the Way - Frank Sinatra (1957)

These Boots Are Made for Walkin' - Nancy Sinatra (1966)

Feeling Good - Nina Simone (1965)

Mack the Knife - Bobby Darin (1959)

Suspicious Minds - Elvis Presley (1969)

Body and Soul - Tony Bennett and Amy Winehouse (original 1930, Bennett/Winehouse 2011)

When I Fall in Love - Doris Day (1952)

Dream a Little Dream of Me - Ella Fitzgerald (1950)

Beyond the Sea - Bobby Darin (1959)

Part 3 ~ (You're The) Devil in Disguise~

🎙️Ah, my dear listeners, we’ve come so far, haven’t we. Love, Death, life after? 

But, as with all great tales, things are not always as they seem. Deception lurks in the hearts of many, sometimes hidden even from themselves. But fear not, for even in the depths of Hell, love has a curious way of surviving.

 Through fire and shadow, through lies and revelation, something beautiful can rise from the ashes. So as we step into this final act, remember—there’s always hope, even when you’re dancing with the devil in disguise.🎙️

1. Unchained Melody - The Righteous Brothers (1965)

2. At Last - Etta James (1960)

3. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes - The Platters (1958)

4. Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival (1969)

5. I’ll Never Smile Again - Tommy Dorsey (1940)

6. Poison Ivy - The Coasters (1959)

7. Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood - The Animals (1965)

8. Pennies from Heaven - Billie Holiday (1936)

9. My Way - Frank Sinatra (1969)

10. Devil or Angel - The Clovers (1956)

11. Since I Fell for You - Lenny Welch (1963)

12. I’m a Fool to Want You - Frank Sinatra (1951)

13. Beggin - The Four Seasons (1967)

14. Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash (1963)

15. Secret Love - Doris Day (1953)

16. In The Mood - The Andrews Sisters (1939)

17. As Time Goes By - Dooley Wilson (1942)

18. Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones (1966)

19. Ain’t No Mountain High Enough - Marvin Gaye and Tammi Terrell (1967)

20. Can’t Help Falling in Love - Elvis Presley (1961)

21. I Want to Hold Your Hand - The Beatles (1963)

22. Stand by Me - Ben E. King (1961)

23. [big ass spoiler]

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 4

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Fascination by Nat King Cole

🎙️“Fascination, a lovely little emotion, don’t you think? It starts as a spark, a flicker in the eye, and before you know it, it consumes you. Oh, the thrill of something—or someone—capturing your attention so fully that nothing else matters. Tonight, we watch as this delightful little obsession begins to take root.”🎙️

🎵 It was fascination, I know

And it might have ended right then, at the start🎶

The motorcycle growled to life beneath Lucifer, the resonating purr humming against his palms and thighs. He shot a hesitant glance at Alastor, half-expecting the omega to back out at the last moment.

But there was no wavering in those hazel eyes as he took the alpha’s offered hand, just an ember of defiance that sent Lucifer's heartbeat rocketing faster than any engine could.

"You should hurry," Alastor urged, his voice unwavering as he swung his leg over the bike's leather seat, settling behind Lucifer with a grace that belied his lack of experience.

Lucifer obliged at once, twisting the throttle and sending them hurtling into the neon-lit night. 

The wind whipped past them, tugging at their clothes and causing Alastor to tighten his grip around Lucifer's middle. 

The alpha reveled in it.  

Alastor’s lithe body,  pressed against him from shoulder blade to thigh.  their shared warmth soaked through layers of denim and leather.

He was hyper-aware of each point where they touched: Alastor's chest flush against his back, arms locked securely around just under his chest. The omega’s parted  thighs  tucked snugly on either side of Lucifer’s hips.

Even the faint whisper of breath against his ear as Alastor leaned close to tuck his chin into Lucifer’s shoulder.

And then there was Alastor's scent—if Lucifer thought it was overwhelming in the club…now it filled Lucifer's senses until he could taste it on his tongue. 

He’d thought the omega’s scent was sweet and warm, but that was only the half of it. He drew in a deep breath, letting it fill his lungs before exhaling slowly through parted lips…like the perfect drag on a cigarette. 

It was rich, deep, and just a bit bitter—like black coffee. And Lucifer could drink it up all damn night. 

 Streetlights flashed by in a blur of color and shadow as they weaved through traffic with practiced ease. Lucifer might have been showing off a bit. Just to get the feeling of Alastor’s legs and arms tightening around him.

Every now and then, Lucifer would catch sight of their reflection in the polished chrome of a diner window or the side mirror of a passing Cadillac—two figures fused together on a bike moving too fast for anyone else to see clearly.

Suddenly, Lucifer felt Alastor stiffen against his back as they left the traffic behind. 

A pang of worry shot through him. "Are you scared?" he shouted over the roar of the engine. 

But instead of pulling away, Alastor leaned into his grip, fully locked around the alpha. 

“Faster!”

A brilliant smile that rivaled the full moon above broke across Lucifer’s face.

 The motorcycle responded instantly, leaping forward like a beast unleashed. Just for the thrill of the omega clinging to him as they hurtled through the night.

"Hold on tight," Lucifer warned, and he felt Alastor squeeze him in response—a silent assurance that he wasn't going anywhere.

🎶Just a passing glance, just a brief romance🎶

Lucifer's heart sank as he realized they couldn't keep riding aimlessly forever. 

He eased off the accelerator, letting the bike coast to a stop at an abandoned intersection bathed in the glow of a flickering streetlamp.

"I should probably take you home," he said with forced casualness. 

He didn't want their ride to end, but he knew it had to. After a moment's silence, Alastor chuckled softly into his ear.

"Trying to find out where I live?" His tone was teasing and playful, leaving Lucifer stumbling over his words.

"No! I mean…yes? But only because…" He trailed off, unsure how to explain himself without sounding like some possessive alpha stalker.

Alastor laughed again—louder this time—and more genuine. 

"I know," he said simply before leaning back just enough for Lucifer to see his smile reflected in his mirrors. "And for what it's worth…I'm not worried."

His admission left Lucifer stunned—dumbfounded by Alastor's trust in him

"I swear," Lucifer said finally, turning slightly to catch Alastor's eye in the dim light. "I just want to see you home safely."

Alastor nodded, his gaze steady as he met Lucifer's eyes under the streetlamp. There was no fear there—only understanding and something deeper that made Lucifer's heart skip a beat.

"Okay, then take me home," Alastor agreed quietly before leaning forward once more until his forehead rested against Lucifer's shoulder blade.

With their destination decided, Lucifer revved up the engine again and they sped off into the night, each lost in their own thoughts as the city lights faded into obscurity. 

The ride home was quiet and peaceful—a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions raging inside Lucifer's chest.

🎵And I might have gone on my way empty hearted 🎶

♫ ♫ ♫

🎶It was fascination, I know

Seeing you alone with the moonlight above 🎵

The motorcycle's engine cut out, leaving only the soft hum of the city night.

"Here we are," Lucifer said, his voice low and obviously reluctant. 

Still, he extended a hand to Alastor, who was still perched behind him, still buzzing and trying to catch his exhilarated breath.

Alastor hesitated for just a moment before accepting the offered assistance. Lucifer's hand was strong and calloused under his tattoos, sending an unexpected thrill up Alastor's arm. But as quickly as the contact began, it ended. Lucifer released his grip the instant Alastor was steady on his feet.

Alastor surprised himself with the intensity of his disappointment.

He cleared his throat. "Thank you for the ride. I must say, you handle that machine with impressive skill."

Lucifer's answering grin was cocky, yet somehow also genuinely pleased. "You’re makin’ it too easy again, sweetheart.”

Alastor felt a flush creep up his neck, grateful for the dark of night. “Of course, we can’t have that.” He said, quickly averting his gaze.

“Though I'll admit,” the alpha said, his voice softening from the teasing tone early “having such charming company helps."

Alastor had found himself utterly fascinated by this alpha—this beautiful contradiction of a man. Lucifer's golden hair and sculpted features belonged on a classical statue, yet his rough leather jacket and the glimpses of intricate tattoos peeking out from his sleeves spoke of a wilder nature.

And he didn’t want to let him go.

“Can I just, watch you to your door?” Lucifer asked, and Alastor gave him a look of confusion. “I’ll stay right here, promise.” The alpha offered with a placating gesture as he leaned back against his bike.

“Oh yes, of course.” Alastor chuckled weakly, like he was unprepared for anything less than his dates trying to invite themselves up to his apartment and into his bed.

The omega turned towards the door of his apartment building. And he hesitated.

Alastor blinked, his eyes adjusting to the silvery moonlight that bathed the street. Lucifer's silhouette stood out starkly against his gleaming bike, all sharp angles and lean muscle.

"I hope I'm not overstepping," Alastor ventured, "but I find myself curious about your living situation. Do you have accommodations nearby?"

Lucifer's easy smile dimmed slightly. "Don't worry yourself on my account sweetheart—I always manage to find a place to lay my head."

Alastor frowned, realizing his arguments against that nickname were quickly becoming void. 

 The alpha's cavalier attitude didn't quite mask the hint of vulnerability in his eyes. It stirred something protective in Alastor, which was absurd given their respective designations.

"That hardly seems ideal," Alastor said carefully. "Especially given how forcefully you came to my defense earlier. It would be a shame if such a gallant alpha found himself without proper shelter."

Lucifer's laugh was rich and genuine. "I'm more than capable of taking care of myself. Just like you."

Alastor nodded, though he remained unconvinced. He found himself torn between societal expectations and an undeniable pull towards this intriguing alpha.

🎵it was fascination, I know

Seeing you alone with the moonlight above🎶

Inviting an unmated alpha into his home flew in the face of every social convention he'd been taught. The potential for scandal loomed large, threatening his carefully cultivated reputation.

 Yet, as he glanced back at Lucifer, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlamp, Alastor found his resolve wavering.

"I…" Alastor began, then paused, swallowing hard. "Would you care to come up for a nightcap?"

"Are you sure about that, Al?” Lucifer's eyebrows rose, surprise evident in his features.  “I wouldn't wanna compromise anything for ya."

Alastor let out a soft chuckle, his heart hammering in his chest. "My dear, if there's one thing I'm absolutely certain of, it's that you would hear me if I said no."

A look of confusion crossed Lucifer's face. "Well, of course I would. I have excellent hearing, you know."

Alastor couldn't help but laugh at the alpha's earnest response. It was refreshing, this blend of confidence and naivety.

 "That wasn't quite what I meant," he said, shaking his head fondly.

 Despite having just met Lucifer, he felt inexplicably safe in his presence. It was a novel sensation, one that both thrilled and terrified him in equal measure.

Alastor's laughter echoed in the quiet night, genuine and unrestrained. It felt liberating, like shedding a heavy coat he'd been wearing for far too long. 

"Well then, shall we?" he said, gesturing towards the entrance with a flourish. "I warn you, it's a bit of a climb."

♫ ♫ ♫

As they ascended the creaking stairs, Alastor found himself hyperaware of Lucifer's presence behind him, wondering what he was getting himself into.

The door swung open, revealing a modest but meticulously kept living space.

"It's not much," Alastor said, suddenly self-conscious as he ushered Lucifer inside, "but it's home…for now, at least."

Lucifer's eyes roamed the room, taking in the neatly arranged furniture and the small radio on a side table. "It's the nicest place I been in months," he said, and Alastor detected no hint of insincerity in his voice.

The omega sighed, running a hand through his hair. “My friend, Niffty, has a very understanding father with a few extra rooms in this building—they've been kind enough to take me in, given my…circumstances." Alastor said, leaning back against the kitchen counter—the first room inside his front door

Lucifer tilted his head, curiosity evident in his expression as he mimicked the omega’s posture against the opposite counter. 

 Alastor continued, his voice tinged with a bitterness he couldn't quite suppress. "As an unmated omega with no living alpha relatives, thanks to the war, I'm not permitted to own property in my own name. It's…frustrating, to say the least."

He paused, lost in memories for a moment.

"I had a lovely flat back in New Orleans. Nothing extravagant, mind you, but it was mine. Or so I thought." Alastor's lips quirked in a humorless smile. "Turns out, it belonged to my late father's estate. And without an alpha to vouch for me…”

Alastor trailed off, realizing he'd said more than he'd intended. He glanced at Lucifer, half-expecting to see pity in the alpha's eyes. Or worse, indifference.

Lucifer's expression softened, his blue eyes filled with a mix of sympathy and understanding. "I'm sorry to hear that, Alastor. I know what it's like to lose a home. After the war, I lost mine too."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, intrigued, but before he could inquire further, Lucifer swiftly changed the subject. It was artless, but the omega allowed it.

"You're from New Orleans, you say?" Lucifer's tone lightened. "I'm surprised. I can't detect even a hint of an accent."

Alastor couldn't help but laugh, a genuine sound that filled the small kitchen. "That's because I don't have one, darling. At least, not when I'm speaking like this." He gestured vaguely with one hand. "It's my radio voice. Cultivated and practiced to perfection."

"Radio voice?" Lucifer leaned forward slightly, interest piqued. "You work in radio?"

"Indeed I do," Alastor replied, a hint of pride creeping into his voice. "It's not an easy field for an omega, mind you, but I've managed to carve out a late night niche for myself."

Lucifer's eyes sparked with curiosity. "That's fascinating. I'd love to hear more about it sometime." He paused, a playful smile tugging at his lips. "If I'm lucky, I might even get to hear your real accent one day…?"

Alastor felt a rush of warmth at the alpha's words. He leaned in slightly, matching Lucifer's playful tone. "Maybe I'll show you, cher," he purred, allowing just a hint of his native drawl to color his words.

“Oh, I like it already.”

As they stood there, Alastor suddenly realized how close they were. The small kitchen left them leaning against opposite counters, their legs almost brushing. He could feel the heat radiating from Lucifer's body, and it made him shiver like icy fingers were down his spine.

Breaking out of his reverie, Alastor straightened up. "My apologies, I've been a terrible host. May I take your coat?"

“Mm, you did say something about a nightcap, right?”

“Of course.”

Alastor's fingers brushed against the supple leather as he carefully hung Lucifer's jacket. Turning back, his breath caught in his throat. The alpha's white shirt clung to his muscular frame, accentuating every curve and plane. But what truly captivated Alastor were the intricate patterns adorning Lucifer's arms, snaking from his fingertips to his elbows.

"Those tattoos," Alastor began, his curiosity getting the better of him. "They're quite remarkable. Do the designs hold any particular meaning?" The omega asked as he leaned up to his cabinet, slipping a bottle from a high shelf—a scandal it would be for him to have alcohol.

Lucifer glanced down at his arms, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "Well, to be honest with ya," he said, running a hand through his golden hair, "I'm not entirely sure."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You aren’t sure how you got extensively inked?"

"It's a bit embarrassing, really," Lucifer admitted, his usual confidence faltering slightly. "After the war, things were…difficult. I had what they call shellshock."

Alastor's heart clenched, recognizing the pain behind Lucifer's words. "I've heard of that," he said softly, resisting the urge to reach out and comfort the alpha. Instead, he handed over a short glass of amber liquid.

The alpha took it, his gaze distant. "It took a while to get my feet back under me, to piece together my memories. The tattoos…have been there since I could remember."

As Lucifer spoke, Alastor found himself drawn closer, fascinated by this glimpse of vulnerability beneath the alpha's confident exterior. He wondered how many others had seen this side of Lucifer, and felt oddly privileged to be among them.

"It’s nothing to be ashamed of," Alastor said, his voice gentle. "Art can be incredibly healing."

Lucifer's eyes met his, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Indeed it can be. Though I must say, I never expected to be discussing the therapeutic benefits of tattoos in an omega's kitchen at this hour of the night."

Alastor chuckled, the tension in the room easing as he sipped his whiskey. “Nor would I, but I suppose the only thing we can count on is the inevitable surprise."

Alastor's smile faded as he leaned against the kitchen counter, his fingers tracing the rim of his glass.

"I understand the desire to return to normalcy after the war," he said, his voice tinged with a bitterness that surprised even him. "But I find myself lamenting that return."

Lucifer tilted his head, curiosity evident. "How so?"

"With the alphas and male betas gone, we omegas and female betas…we took over. For a brief, shining moment, we tasted real freedom." Alastor let out a humorless laugh. "I got used to it. Perhaps too used to it."

The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, more intimate, as Lucifer leaned in, clearly engrossed. Alastor continued, unable to stop the flood of words now that he'd begun.

"Now? I can't even open a bank account in my own name. The radio station has to pay me under the table, and if my listeners knew they were tuning in to an omega broadcaster…" He shuddered. "Well, let's just say I'd be run out of town faster than you can say 'jazz.'"

Lucifer's brow furrowed, a mix of concern and anger flashing across his face. "That's bullshit. There’s gotta be something you can do about that."

Alastor folded his arms across his chest, a bitter smile twisting his lips.

"Oh, there's a solution, all right. Marry an alpha." He gestured sarcastically with one hand. "That's the only reason I'm suffering through these ridiculous dates set up by my omega social worker. Can you believe that farce with Vox was actually one of the better ones?"

As the words left his mouth, Alastor felt a twinge of regret. He rarely allowed himself to be so unguarded, especially with an alpha he barely knew. Yet something about Lucifer made him want to bare his soul, consequences be damned.

Lucifer straightened up, running a hand through his blonde hair as he seemed to consider something. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers.

"Are you hungry?" Lucifer asked, right out of the blue. "You must be after that pitiful excuse for a dinner. How about I whip us up something proper?"

Alastor raised an eyebrow, caught off guard by the sudden shift. "You cook?"

Lucifer grinned, puffing out his chest slightly. "I'll have you know I picked up quite the culinary repertoire during my stationing in France. It would be my pleasure to prepare you a meal worthy of your palate."

Alastor hesitated, his natural suspicion warring with the growling of his stomach. "That's…a kind offer, but I'm not sure—"

"It’s just fair trade, for your hospitality," Lucifer interjected smoothly. "The least I can do is ensure you don't go to bed hungry."

Alastor's mind raced. Was this some sort of alpha power play?

But Lucifer's expression seemed genuinely earnest, devoid of the predatory glint he'd come to expect from alphas vying for his attention.

"Well," Alastor drawled, allowing a small smile to quirk his lips, "I suppose I could be persuaded. Though I warn you, my standards are quite high when it comes to cuisine."

Lucifer's face lit up with a boyish enthusiasm that made Alastor's heart skip a beat. "Challenge accepted, my dear. Now, prepare to have your taste buds dazzled!"

Alastor settled into a chair at the kitchen table, his eyes following Lucifer's every move. The alpha twirled through the small space with surprising grace, humming a jaunty tune as he rifled through cabinets and drawers.

"Ah-ha!" Lucifer exclaimed, brandishing a wooden spoon like a conductor's baton. "You've got quite the collection of spices hidden away. I sense a kindred spirit in the culinary arts."

Alastor chuckled, leaning forward. "I do enjoy experimenting in the kitchen, when time allows. Though I must admit, I'm curious to see how your French techniques measure up to good old New Orleans cooking."

Lucifer winked, deftly chopping an onion. "I'll do my best to impress, cher.”

Alastor raised an eyebrow from where he leaned against the kitchen table. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Never,” The alpha grinned over his shoulder, but his eyes were soft, molten gold. “Now, tell me more about this radio career of yours. How did you get started?"

As Alastor tentatively began recounting the story of his inaugural broadcast, he felt an unfamiliar tension knotting in his chest. He was unaccustomed to speaking about himself at such length, and it made him uncomfortable. Yet Lucifer's steady curiosity and insightful questions gradually eased him.

The alpha stirred and seasoned with practiced ease, never allowing his attention to stray from Alastor's words.

A hesitant smile tugged at Alastor's lips as he observed Lucifer's tattooed arms working deftly over the meal preparations.

For once, he didn't feel like he had to fight for conversational space or defend against attempts to steer the discussion back towards the alpha.

With every question Lucifer asked, every encouraging nod and genuine laugh, Alastor found himself growing more confident. His initial reluctance faded under the warmth of Lucifer's interest, replaced by a sense of validation that emboldened him.

The aroma of cheese and caramelized onions filled the air, making Alastor's mouth water.

He gripped the edge of his chair, fighting the urge to stand and move closer to Lucifer. The kitchen suddenly felt impossibly small, charged with an energy he couldn't quite name.

"Et voilà!" Lucifer announced, presenting two plates with a flourish. "Bon appétit, French onion grilled cheese, best of both worlds."

♫ ♫ ♫

Their fingers brushed as the alpha picked up their empty plates, sending an electric jolt through Alastor's body.

He inhaled sharply, his eyes locking with Lucifer's. For a moment, the world stood dangerously still.

🎵Then I touch your hand and next moment I kissed you🎶

Alastor's body moved before his mind could catch up. In one fluid motion, he set the plate aside and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Lucifer's.

The alpha's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't pull away.

For a heartbeat, Alastor froze, realizing what he'd done. But then Lucifer's lips softened against his, and a warmth unlike anything he'd ever known flooded through him. More than a shot of whiskey—this felt like pure lava settling in his veins.

Alastor broke the kiss, breathless.

"I…I apologize, I don't know what came over me," he stammered, his carefully cultivated radio voice slipping.

Lucifer's eyes were dark, his cheeks flushed. "Don't apologize," he sighed softly. "Unless you don’t mean it."

“I’m afraid,” Alastor whispered, his New Orleans drawl creeping in. "that I very much mean it."

 This time, it was Lucifer who closed the distance between them.

His kiss was gentle, almost reverent, so unlike the forceful, possessive lip locks Alastor had endured from other alphas.

The omega melted into it, his hands coming up to tangle in Lucifer's blonde hair.

When they parted, Alastor found himself chasing Lucifer's lips, craving more.  For once, he didn't have to pretend or perform.

With Lucifer, he could simply be.

🎶Fascination turned to love🎶

🎙️ “Bewitched, bothered, and oh-so-bewildered. Let’s get lost in Ella Fitzgerald���s sweet, slow, and….intimate ballad next, shall we?”🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 3

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Sway by Dean Martin

🎙️“Ah, rhythm, the heartbeat of life itself! When the music takes hold of you, what can you do but sway? One must give in to the movement, let the moment sweep you away. Tonight, our players will dance a dangerous dance—one that’s both mesmerizing and utterly unstoppable. Care to join them?”🎙️

🎵 When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway 🎵

Alastor's gaze swept over his unexpected savior, hazel eyes narrowing as he took in every detail.

The man before him was a study in contrasts—a painted portrait on the Sistine Chapel that went rogue. His classically good looks, with sun-kissed hair and bright eyes, had been turned to artful disarray with his tousled locks and a cracked leather jacket. His skin was pale and would be perfect, if not for the intricate tattoos adorned his arms, like an ancient story etched into his skin.

Lucifer’s lips quirked in response to his scrutinizing, and the omega let out a huff as he rolled his eyes.

"Well, aren't you playing the gallant prince?" Alastor's voice was laced with an amused lilt as he teased Lucifer.

"Hardly a prince," Lucifer retorted, his voice resonating through the air though it was hardly an alpha’s growl. "And, I think you've got all the charm here, Alastor."

“I’ve no idea what you could mean by that,” The omega intoned, even as he let this near stranger pull him away from Vox.

Alastor couldn't help noticing how he had to tilt his chin down to meet the other man's gaze. A good six inches separated them in height—an unusual experience, even for a tall omega. He was never approached by an alpha who couldn’t at least attempt to look down at him.

🎵 I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins 🎶

The lively swing tune filled the club around them, the crowd on the dancefloor already swelling so they had to come to a stop on the hardwood.

Lucifer’s hands were on Alastor since his rescue, but he hadn’t attempted to make the omega dance with him.

But Alastor found himself wondering how they'd manage together with such a height difference. The mental image of them attempting to sway in sync was almost comical.

Lucifer, who had been looking for trouble over his shoulder, must have sensed Alastor's skepticism when he turned back, because his easy smile faltered. He quickly stepped back, releasing the brunette from his grip and holding up his hands in a mollifying gesture.

"Shit, sorry," he said, his tone genuinely contrite—not censoring himself around an omega, so many alphas did. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Alastor blinked, surprised by the alpha's considerate response. It was…refreshing, to say the least.

"No need to apologize," Alastor replied, his own smile softening a fraction. "You didn’t."

Lucifer's golden eyes lit up.

Alastor gestured towards the floor and the other swaying bodies with a tilt of his head. "I believe you cut-in to dance with me, did you not?"

A warm smile spread across Lucifer's face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. "Well then, may I actually have this dance?" He extended his hand towards Alastor in a formal gesture that seemed at odds with his leather and boots.

🎶Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease🎵

Alastor hesitated for just a moment, his mind racing through the potential consequences of accepting. But the night had already veered so far off course—what was one more unexpected turn?

"You may," Alastor replied, placing his hand in Lucifer's with a flourish.

As their palms connected, an unexpected warmth spread through the omega’s body like a shot of whiskey, startling him with its intensity. Lucifer's touch was surprisingly gentle as he guided Alastor into the rhythm of the crowd, his other hand coming to rest lightly on Alastor's hip.

"My, my," Alastor murmured, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "Are you just playing at being the perfect gentleman?"

“Not at all.” Lucifer's grin sparkled with deviltry as he effortlessly led them into the rhythm of the swing tune. "I just aim to please," he replied smoothly. "And I’m used to my dance partners being taller than me."

"Is that so? I hadn't noticed a height difference at all." Alastor chuckled, deliberately draping his arm over Lucifer's shoulders.

Testing the waters, looking for alligators. To his surprise, Lucifer didn't seem bothered by the teasing jab.

 Instead, he matched Alastor's movements with surprising grace, guiding them across the polished wooden floor as if they'd been dancing together for years.

“Well, my dear,” Alastor mused, raising a hand and nearly drawing it through Lucifer’s hair, before he remembered himself. And where they were. “You are lighter on your feet than I gave your boots credit for.”

The alpha raised an eyebrow up at him. "I thought you didn't like pet names, sweetheart."

Alastor scoffed lightly, shaking his head with a chuckle. "If you think I'm sweet," he countered, leaning in closer so their faces were mere inches apart, "then I must question your judgment—for the second time in five minutes of meeting you."

The corner of Lucifer's mouth twitched up into a smirk. "For someone who isn't sweet," he retorted playfully, his gaze flicking down to Alastor's lips and then back up to meet his eyes again, "you sure have a habit of sugaring up your words."

"Alphas fancy their omegas on the saccharine side…don't they?” Alastor leaned in even closer until their noses almost touched. He held Lucifer's eyes steady and defiant. “Don’t you…darling?”

There was a subversive little tilt of Lucifer's head as he met Alastor's challenge with an equally confident smile. 

"I do," he admitted without hesitation. His voice dropped to a whisper as he added sincerely, "but only if you mean it."

“And how would you know if I meant it?” He asked, his voice dropping below the timbre of the music, so no one else would hear.

Alphas never knew what he really wanted, and they never bothered to ask. But the way Lucifer opened his mouth—Alastor suddenly worried that he might.

And there was danger in that. For an omega who kept his cards so close to his chest to be asked to show a few.

Alastor pulled back with a shrug, finally breaking the spell, but never looking away from the blonde. If he meant it, he’d use words from his own home—Cher, mon ange—and that confession was almost on his tongue.

Lucifer chuckled easily as he swayed them over the dance floor.

"Well," he said between laughs, "I know ya didn’t mean it when you called Vox that. And he was droning on and on about nothing."

“Perhaps I use that trick on any alpha who is barely retaining my attention.”

“You’re not doing it now.”

“And how would you know that?” Alastor countered, with one of his sweetest smiles.

Lucifer returned his smirk. “Because you can’t take your eyes off me.”

🎵 Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you🎶

Alastor blushed, like a damn school girl.

 He couldn’t admit that. He wouldn’t admit that. 

He glanced around, realizing he didn’t even think about anyone near when he was in Lucifer’s arms.

Alastor's smile took on a mischievous edge, diverting the conversation with the ease of his agile footwork. "You know," he purred, "when Vox returns—and he certainly will—you'll be in quite a bit of trouble, my daring rescuer."

Lucifer was the one to roll his eyes. He shrugged, the movement drawing Alastor’s attention to the tight white shirt beneath his jacket. "I’ve never been one to cause trouble, nope, not me."

He chuckled, a low, warm sound that sent another unexpected shiver down Alastor's spine.

"Besides," the alpha continued, "I happen to have an escape plan at the ready."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Oh? Do tell."

"Well," Lucifer said, spinning Alastor out and then drawing him back in smoothly, "I may have a motorcycle parked just around back."

🎵Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now🎵

"A…motorcycle?" Alastor repeated, his curiosity betraying him.

 He'd never seen one up close, let alone ridden on such a contraption. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying.

Lucifer's grin widened at Alastor's obvious interest. "Mm-hmm. Fast, sleek, and perfect for a daring getaway. What do you say, Al? Wanna throw caution to the wind and let me whisk you away ?"

Alastor's heart raced at the audacious proposal. 

For a moment, he allowed himself to imagine it—the wind in his hair, arms wrapped around Lucifer's waist as they sped off into the night.

🎵When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me🎶

But then reality reasserted itself, and he schooled his features into a look of mock disapproval.

"My, my," Alastor tsked. "How terribly forward of you, Mr. Lucifer. Proposing to steal away an omega you've only just met? What would people say?"

"I-I didn't mean...I wasn't implying..." he stammered, his cheeks flushing a pretty sweet pink for an alpha.

Alastor couldn't help it. A genuine laugh bubbled up from his chest, surprising even himself. It had been a long time since anyone had made him laugh like that.

 "Oh, dear," he said, squeezing Lucifer's arm reassuringly—and secretly thrilling at the muscle he found there. "I know exactly what you meant. I was merely teasing you."

"Well, you certainly had me going there for a moment." Lucifer relaxed, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. 

“I think I have, for most of the night.” The omega murmured under his breath.

Alastor’s arm slid back around Lucifer’s shoulders, letting himself be pulled close as they swayed and spun easily, closer than he’d allowed any other alpha dance partner.

🎶Only you have the magic technique

When we sway I go weak 🎶

He didn’t know how long he’d just been, just caught in the blonde’s gaze, when he saw the flick of mischief light Lucifer’s face. “Wanna bet I can dip you?”

“What now?” Alastor blinked, bemused and utterly confused. “Are you teasing me?”

“I’m stronger than I look.” The alpha squared his shoulders, but it was without the tone of bruised ego that always set the wary omega on edge. His arm slid around Alastor’s back, just tilting the brunette back on his heels to the beat of the music.

The omega clung tight, half certain he was going to end up on his ass either way—when Lucifer put him back up on his feet.

Even that much thrilled Alastor.

“What do you think?” Lucifer said hopefully.

“I think I’d rather not have my hair brushing this floor.” Alastor murmured, still flustered from the easy display of strength.

“It won’t.” Lucifer huffed playfully, “But I can take a hint.”

“A unique gift for an alpha.” Alastor sighed, though he settled back into Lucifer’s hold.

Only to have the shorter man snort, ducking his head as he tried to hold back his chuckles.

“What’s so funny?” Alastor asked, though he knew his tone was more amused than irritated.

“You make it too easy, sweetheart,” Lucifer grinned, giving the omega a wink. “To say I’m uniquely gifted for an alpha.”

Alastor’s confusion turned to exasperation at once, rolling his eyes—though he was more amused than annoyed by the alpha’s overt innuendo.

"Rest assured, I don't make anything easy for anyone."

"Is that so?" The question hung in the air as Lucifer cocked an eyebrow, a challenge simmering beneath his words. To his surprise, Alastor felt a blush creeping up his cheeks—unaccustomed to feeling anything but fear in response to the advances of an alpha.

“You hush.” The omega huffed, smacking a hand lightly at Lucifer’s chest. The alpha just chuckled and continued to sway him.

Their shared laughter was abruptly cut short as the atmosphere in the club suddenly shifted. 

The jovial energy drained away, replaced by a palpable tension that made Alastor's skin prickle. He turned, his heart sinking as he saw Vox striding towards them, flanked by two burly club bouncers.

The omega quickly broke free of the alpha’s arms.

"Well, well," Vox sneered, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene before him. "What do we have here? Some upstart greaser trying to steal my omega?"

Alastor bristled at the possessive tone. "I am not your omega, Vox," he snapped, drawing himself up to his full height.

Vox's face twisted with anger. "You might as well be," he snarled, gesturing wildly. "I brought you here, didn't I?"

The bouncers nodded in agreement, their stern faces a treacherous reminder of the risks involved in challenging an alpha's claim. However unfounded it might be.

Alastor knew Vox would return, but he hadn't expected this level of aggression and force. As he frantically considered his options, he felt Lucifer's steady presence beside him, still holding his waist in a silent promise of support.

Until Vox had to open his big mouth. 

“C’mon, omega.” The oily alpha sneered, “You know your place.” 

Lucifer's golden eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenching as he stepped forward. The club's lights flickered ominously, casting strange shadows across his face.

"Now hold on just a minute," the alpha growled, his voice low with warning.

Alastor's heart raced, a mix of fear and something else he couldn't quite name coursing through him. He'd never seen anyone stand up for him like this before.

“I think the omega gets to decide who he wants to go with and when,” Lucifer continued.

The other dancers in the club had stopped, forming a curious circle around the confrontation. But the band played on. A discordant backdrop to the tense scene unfolding.

Vox sneered, taking a menacing step forward. "You don't know what you're talking about, pretty boy. Alastor's mine."

Alastor could see Lucifer's fists clenching, his body coiling like a snake ready to strike. 

For a moment, he feared the alpha might actually attack Vox. He was used to violent outbursts from the dominant sex—but never to protect him.

Without thinking, Alastor reached out, placing a firm hand on Lucifer's shoulder. The touch seemed to ground the alpha, and Alastor felt some of the tension leave the blonde’s body.

"I won't be going home with you tonight, Vox. Or any other night, for that matter."

The words hung in the air, a challenge and a declaration of independence all at once. 

Alastor's heart hammered in his chest, but he stood firm, bolstered by Lucifer's unwavering presence.

"You ungrateful little—" Vox's face contorted with rage. He lunged forward, grabbing Alastor's arm with bruising force. "You're coming with me, bitch!"

Alastor winced. He could smell Vox's anger, sharp and acrid, mixing with the scent of alcohol on his breath. 

Lucifer had launched himself at the dark-haired alpha—and, despite his size, it took both bouncers to hold him back as Vox reeled Alastor in.

The situation was spiraling out of control, and he knew he had to act fast. Years of dealing with unwanted advances had taught him a thing or two.

"Oh, Vox," Alastor purred, his voice sickeningly sweet. "That was…just so alpha, I can hardly stand it."

Confusion flickered across Vox's face. Which was nothing compared to the utterly comical bewilderment on Lucifer’s face as he dropped the bouncer he was holding up by the shirt.

“Well now, that’s more like it.” Vox puffed out his chest, crushing the omega to his side, that hand getting dangerously close to his ass. “I knew you’d see it my way, doll.”

“Hmm, yes, I certainly do see it…”

In one fluid motion, Alastor brought his knee up, connecting solidly with Vox's groin. The alpha's eyes bulged, his grip on Alastor loosening as he doubled over in pain.

"Don’t ever touch me like that again," Alastor said, his smile razor-sharp.

A collective gasp went up from the crowd, followed by shocked whispers and a few scattered cheers.

 Lucifer let out a surprised bark of laughter.

"Well, I'll be damned," Lucifer stepped, taking Alastor's hand. "Remind me never to get on your bad side, hot stuff."

Alastor's heart was pounding, a mix of adrenaline and exhilaration coursing through his veins. "Perhaps we should make ourselves scarce before he recovers, yes?"

Lucifer nodded, his grin infectious. "Follow me!"

Lucifer led Alastor through the crowd, weaving past shocked onlookers and towards the kitchen.

As they pushed through the swinging doors, the clamor of the club faded, replaced by the clatter of pots and pans and the sizzle of grills.

"Exit's this way," Lucifer said, guiding Alastor past the unconcerned kitchen staff.

Alastor couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation finally hitting him. "I can't believe I just did that," he said, shaking his head.

Lucifer squeezed his hand reassuringly. "Believe it, sweetheart. That was the most impressive thing I've seen in a long time."

As they approached the back exit, Alastor felt a twinge of uncertainty. 

What was he doing, running off with an alpha he'd just met? But then he remembered Vox's possessive grip, the way Lucifer had defended his right to choose, and he knew he was making the right decision.

"Ready for your first ride?" Lucifer asked, his hand on the door handle.

Alastor took a deep breath, then nodded. "Lead the way, my daring rescuer."

Lucifer pushed open the door, and together they stepped out into the unknown.

🎶Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now🎵

The cool night air hit Alastor's face like a shock, a stark contrast to the stuffy heat of the club. Before he could fully appreciate the relief, angry shouts erupted behind them. Lucifer's grip on his hand tightened.

"Time to run," Lucifer said, his golden eyes sparkling with excitement.

They took off down the alley, their footsteps echoing off the brick walls. 

"Where exactly are we going?" Alastor gasped between breaths.

Lucifer glanced back, his sun-kissed hair catching the dozy streetlight. "My bike. It's just around the corner."

As they rounded the bend, Alastor caught sight of a sleek motorcycle gleaming in the shadows. Lucifer released his hand and sprinted towards it.

"Have you ever ridden before?" Lucifer called out as he swung his leg over the seat.

Alastor hesitated, his steps faltering. "I... no, of course I haven't."

The shouts grew closer. 

Lucifer turned the key, and the bike roared to life, the engine's growl echoing through the alley. He extended his hand towards Alastor, a challenging smile on his face.

"There's a first time for everything, sweetheart. What do you say?"

Alastor's mind raced. This was madness, surely. Running off with a stranger on a machine he'd never even touched before. And yet...

"Oh, what the hell," Alastor muttered, reaching out to take Lucifer's hand.

🎶You know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now🎵

🎙️ “Infatuation is a dangerous thing, my dear listeners. See how it unfolds with Nat King Cole’s ‘Fascination’ next.” 🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 1

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 The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra

🎙️ “Ah, such a timeless classic, don’t you think, my darlings? There’s something irresistible about the way one looks when they’re completely unaware of their effect on others. Tonight, we’ll witness a little magic unfold, where eyes meet, and the world tilts on its axis. Now, sit back and let the music take you to the night where everything changed...” 🎙️

🎶Someday, when I’m awfully low.

When the world is cold. I will feel a glow.

Just thinking of you. And the way you look tonight. 🎶

The scent of cigarette smoke and gasoline clung to Lucifer’s leather jacket as he tried to blend into the shadows at the corner of The Red Horizion’s bar.

Red velvet ropes and crystal chandeliers were a far cry from the bloody trenches that still haunted his dreams. But he was used to taking odd jobs…and fancy-ass supper clubs paid in steak.

Which would be worth all every sideways glance he was getting in the meantime.

Lucifer's well-worn clothes, inked hands, and scuffed boots stood out like oil stains on silk among the tailored suits and cocktail dresses. He tried to comb some order into his blonde hair, forever tousled by the wind that rolled through it whenever he got on his bike.

The alpha might not be tall and imposing, but he was strong for his size. He could hold his own.

And the stares and murmurs from the elegant crowd prickled at his nerves.

With a sigh, Lucifer rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate black tattoos snaking from elbow to fingertip. That usually kept the hostile looks at bay—for fear that their disapproving stares lead to meeting the eyes of the disreputable drifter in their midst.

As a plate of medium-rare steak appeared, the alpha’s stomach growled.

“Your place always this hopping?" Lucifer observed, cutting into his meal.

Peter, the host and seemingly reluctant fulfillment of the chef’s work arrangement with the head chef, shrugged. "Friday nights at the classiest place in town, you know how it is, sir."

Lucifer didn't, not really.

He’d been out of touch with the classy parts of the world since the war—and being dishonorably discharged meant he wasn’t likely to find his way back in to any pearly gates any time soon. And Peter seemed to know it.

But the alpha grunted in agreement anyway, focusing on his food as the booths and the dance floor filled.

Lucifer found himself considering a hasty retreat. He was about to ask the preppy little beta host if he could wrap it up to go, when the entrance doors swung open.

And a vision in red entered the room.

🎶Tearin' my fear apart

Touches my foolish heart🎶

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away. all thoughts of leaving evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

The newcomer cut a striking figure, lithe and graceful with an air of refined elegance. Bright hazel eyes sparkled behind round glasses that framed by a face dancing on the edge between masculine and feminine.

A practiced smile played on his lips as he approached the coat check.

Lucifer's nostrils flared instinctively, but from this distance, he couldn't discern if the stranger was a beta or an alpha.

As the man removed his overcoat, Lucifer's eyes widened. Shamelessly taking in every slender curve and line.

Beneath was an ensemble of deep crimson button down and jet black vest, tailored to perfection and utterly eye-catching. It was a bold choice, especially if...

Could this man be an omega?

The blonde alpha dismissed the idea with a snort, before taking up his brandy and having another gulp.

Omegas favored pastels and softness, and males were more than rare.

Probably just some dandy alpha trying to make a statement. Not that it mattered to him—he'd gladly tumble into bed with anyone if they looked like that.

The alpha shook his head, transfixed.

Lost in his appreciation, Lucifer forgot himself. He knew he was staring, his gaze lingering far too long to be polite.

He silently prayed he wouldn't get caught ogling the beautiful man like some kind of creep. But luck was not on his side tonight.

As if feeling the weight of Lucifer's stare, the stranger turned. Hazel eyes, bright behind round glasses, locked with Lucifer's own.

🎵 Yes, you're lovely, with your smile so warm

And your cheeks so soft🎵

Lucifer's heart stuttered in his chest. Embarrassment heated his cheeks at being caught red-handed. He braced himself for a scowl, a glare, any sign of the man's displeasure with his uncouth leering.

Instead, to his shock, the stranger's practiced smile melted into something warm and inviting. Brownish [ink lips curled at the corners, transforming that polite expression into a grin just this side of wicked.

Lucifer's mouth went dry. wondering if those lips tasted as sweet as they looked.

A melody soared in Lucifer's mind, drowning out the chatter of the supper club. Leaving nothing behind but this resplendent stranger.

🎶There is nothing for me but to love you.

And the way you look tonight.🎶

The spell was shattered as abruptly as it had begun.

A smarmy-looking alpha stepped between them, effectively blocking Lucifer's view. Irritation flared, hot and sharp, in the biker’s gut. He barely resisted the urge to grab the interloper by the collar and yank him out of the way.

But then Lucifer heard it—that name, even spoken in the alpha's oily voice.

"Alastor, there you are!" The man boomed, grating on every nerve the blonde.

Alastor.

Lucifer rolled the name around on his tongue, savoring the way it tasted in his mouth. It suited the red-clad man perfectly—unusual, memorable, with a hint of some old world charm.

Just like Alastor himself.

Lucifer’s annoyance melted away, replaced by a warmth that spread through his chest.

The greasy-haired man placed a possessive hand on the small of Alastor's back.

It was subtle, blink and Lucifer would have missed the way Alastor's nose wrinkled ever so slightly at the touch.

"I have a reservation," the alpha announced loudly to the host. "For Vox. The best table in the house, of course."

The alpha was clearly showing off, staking his claim on Alastor in front of everyone.

Lucifer rolled his golden eyes. Subtle as a brick to the face, that one. Might as well try to mount his date in front of everyone—though from the look on Alastor’s face, he’d sooner kill Vox.

As the leaned back from the host’s stand, Alastor's face smoothed into a pleasant mask.

The transformation was flawless, like unpleasant expressions never marred his perfectly bronze face.

Lucifer smirked. It seemed Alastor was less than impressed by his date's bravado.

The pair made to move towards their table, and Lucifer couldn't help but smirk as he observed their awkward dance.

"After you," Alastor said, his voice melodious despite the hint of sarcasm Lucifer detected.

Vox missed the nuance entirely, striding forward with a self-satisfied grin. Apparently, his alpha ego apparently too fragile to let Alastor walk in front. Alastor followed docilely enough.

Maybe Lucifer was projecting. As soon as the alpha's back was turned, Alastor's eyes rolled skyward in exasperation, rewarding the watching alpha with a little chuckle.

🎶And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

It touches my foolish heart🎵

Lucifer tried to drop his eyes as Alastor glided past, his lithe form was drawing every gaze in the room. This Vox guy really shoulda walked behind him, cause damn that ass on him—

—the drifter's nostrils flared, suddenly overwhelmed by a scent so intoxicating it made his head spin.

Sweet, alluring, and unmistakably unclaimed omega.

With a hint of something deliciously bitter. Like black coffee.

"Oh dear," Lucifer muttered to himself as his mouth watered.

Hazel eyes met gold once more as Alastor walked by.

One perfect eyebrow arched, a silent challenge, and Lucifer felt his cheeks grow warm. Caught staring like some lecherous alpha - how embarrassing.

He ducked his head, abashed. But then Alastor laughed

A musical sound that sent shivers down the alpha’s spine, and all was forgiven. Perhaps Lucifer’s interest wasn't entirely unwelcome after all.

Though it wasn’t hard to be more interesting than the omegas proper and pompous date.

🎶With each word your tenderness grows

And that laugh wrinkles your nose.🎶

Vox's grating voice cut through the moment. "Alastor! What's the holdup?"

Alastor's smile never faltered, but Lucifer caught a flicker of annoyance in those captivating eyes.

"Coming, dear," he called back sweetly.

As Alastor sauntered away, Lucifer released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

"Well," he murmured to himself, "this night just got a whole lot more interesting."

From his spot at the bar, Lucifer had a clear view of Vox and Alastor's table. He tried not to stare but found his gaze drawn back to the couple again and again.

It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Hell, he needed to get outta here before he got himself into trouble.

Instead, The blonde alpha focused in to try to hear them across the room.

"What can I get for you folks?" The waiter's voice drifted over.

"I'll have a whiskey rye, please," Alastor replied, his tone smooth as silk.

Vox's hand shot up, cutting off the waiter. "No, no. He'll have a strawberry daiquiri. That's more suitable for an omega, isn't it, doll?"

Lucifer watched as Alastor's eyebrows shot up, a flash of indignation crossing his features. It was gone in an instant, replaced by a practiced smile, but Lucifer had caught it.

"Of course, darling," Alastor acquiesced, his voice syrupy sweet. "Whatever you think is best."

“Unbelievable” Lucifer snorted into his drink.

As the waiter scurried away, Lucifer found himself settling deeper into his barstool. He should leave, he knew that. But the tension radiating from that booth was palpable, and he couldn't resist seeing how this trainwreck of a date would unfold.

🎵Lovely, never, never change

Keep that breathless charm

Won't you please arrange it?🎶

His eyes drifted back to Alastor, noting the tight set of the omega's shoulders beneath his crimson blouse. Even from this distance, Lucifer could practically feel the waves of irritation rolling off him.

The blonde alpha shook his head.

Vox was either oblivious or uncaring, completely blind to the omega's growing irritation.

This date was doomed before it even began.

Maybe, just maybe, Lucifer would get his chance to chat with Alastor after all.

He settled back against the bar, content to watch and wait for the date to go down like the Titanic—he'd be ready to swoop in with the lifeboat.

One way or another, he was determined to get to know the captivating omega in red.

🎶Cause I love you

Just the way you look tonight🎵

🎙️ "Ah, that old black magic... it has a way of drawing people in, doesn’t it? The spell is cast, and the night is only beginning. Stay tuned for Glen Miller’s ‘That Old Black Magic’ next—it’s bound to be enchanting."

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