#midcentury Music au

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ 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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[venomous-qwille]

I am in the mood for a question today : about GITM of course, your au and fic is amazing and you sure know by now that I am a great fan of it ✨️

Soooo : what type of musics the boys listen to? I can easily see for Fool or Misuta but the other are quite a mystery to me on that side and it is making me curious !

(Also : we watched Frozen as you said, seems like it soften the jester a bit until my doggo decide that he wanted to play with Sol's dear glove, my bad)

Oh this is tricky

Misuta listens to a lot of synth and prog rock, anything from the 80s particularly.

Fool listens to everything and enjoys everything but particularly older stuff, opera and musicals.

Sunspot loves jive and midcentury stuff, rock n roll etc. He also listens to your Deathcab and Owl City type indie music!

Nova anything as long as it is loud and has a high bpm. Sol really likes very old jazz and r&b, the stuff from the first half of the 1900s! He also enjoys Erik Satie as well as classical guitar stuff </3

[gliyerabaa]

For fanfic writer asks: 8 and 17 :D

8. What projects are you currently working on?

Ahhhh i LOVE getting to talk about my projects!!!!!!!! <3

Per Aspera Ad Astra: Also known as the kansas au, this has been my pride and joy over the past 4 1/2 years. The premise of the fic is essentially capturing the experience of growing up queer in rural america. I've posted 23 chapters but I have the entire fic outlined, it's just a matter of writing it. I'm probably about halfway to two-thirds way done with the fic. It's been a beast but like I said earlier, it really is my pride and joy

Thank Goodness (smutfic series): Currently only a oneshot but I plan to add one or two more installments in the series. What I intended to be a quick, slightly smutty character study on Glinda accidentally turned into 6k of messy, raw gelphie smut. Definitely my best interpretation of the canon gelphie dynamic, both in terms of emotional dynamics and how that carries over into the smut. I'm really proud of this fic, it's definitely getting a sequel and maybe even a part 3

untitled gelphie 'wedding' series: this one is still a true WIP. I was reading a few scholarly journals about queer themes in the stage version of Wicked and how it both adheres to and subverts typical midcentury theatre tropes. For example, so many 'traditional' musicals end in the marriage of the two leads, and 'For Good' can be seen as the fulfillment of that trope when viewed through a queer lens. I adored that analysis and it's inspired me to create a sort of miniseries exploring those themes a little more. it's a fun idea, and I have some outline framework going, we'll see if anything comes of it

17. What's something you've learned about while doing research for a fic?

Honestly, I haven't done a ton of research for Wicked fics due to the fictional nature of the world. Years and years ago I wrote a lot of Frozen fics so I had done a lot of extensive research on Norwegian/Scandinavian culture.

WAIT no duh, I've done SO MUCH research for Per Aspera Ad Astra!!!!!!!!!!! Including:

researching different high schools in Kansas (to come up with ideas for a mascot for the fictional Tri-City high school)

learning the state motto of Kansas (it's Ad Astra Per Aspera, which I stole and rearranged for my fic title, and I think I'm so clever for that)

also the state flower of Kansas is the sunflower and the state bird is the western meadowlark and the state mammal is the bison but those have yet to be relevant to the story

deep dives into the climate and weather patterns in Kansas (I have a tab saved on my phone's weather app for a city in Kansas in the approximate location I imagine the fictional town of Shiz to be. I check it regularly)

about three different drafts for the Road Trip in chapters 20 onwards. like extensive planning of how long to drive, where to stop, etc. etc.

research into radio stations in Western Colorado for That One Scene in ch. 20

extensive research into colleges in California, including which ones have good architecture programs since it's canon in this fic that Glinda is an architecture nerd

[holothelix]

HELLO i am ransley (or rans if youre cool!)!! i am a fic writer (attempting), artist (retired /j), cosplayer (occasionally), and a jack of general crafting trades. i am also known as gh0stneon, or ghostneon (if youre from etsy)! ive been on tumblr since 2015ish but ive never really posted anything or interacted w people before here, and the ettiquite has probably changed since i was most active (2016-17) so Bls be patient with me WWFHSJFJK

i am interested in a wide variety of things:

>mcyt (hermitcraft, 3life, ONLY the cbeeduo corner of the dsmp)

>Markiplier/3peens (distractible)

>Music (flipturn, GIRLFRIENDS (jerry joiner NOT the 2020 band), mostly math rock/whatever tf dan barrett is doing)

>antiques, vintage, thrifting and such

>ARCHITECTURE (midcentury american & before)

....thats it Reallt AIFJAKFJAJDJ

my account is reblog heavy, tho u may find the occasional crossposted AU from my twitter. i likely wont be active here much either, but i am at least here!! i also have minor interests in the art nouveau art movement & historical fashion (my favorite era is edwardian!)

n e way... thats abt it :] Enjoy !

[aggressivelyclueless]

cape

in which it's a vampire au because i said so

contains: grumpy vlad >:[

Two or three times a century, he had to move.  That, regrettable though it may be, was a necessity.  It wasn't such a hassle, back in the good old days.  He could say his late father had left him the estate, start calling himself Vlad-the-Fourth instead of Vlad-the-Third, and call it a night.  Faking his death, inventing a new name or next-of-kin, packing-up, not to mention the real estate market these days - it was all such a pain.

Tedious.  That was that it was.

Vladimir Sebastian Masters, Jr. (he’d been heavily considering changing it for a while, but hadn’t decided on anything good yet) purchased a home in Appleton, Wisconsin and promptly moved in.  Time, he said to the realtor with a smile, was of the essence.  In fact, it was of the essence because his right-hand thrall - a human conscripted to serve him decades ago - was nearing their expiration and would soon need to be replaced.

That, too, was its own tedious process, and not one that he'd rather deal with in conjunction with the move.

The only thing to look forward to about this whole ordeal, he mused, was that it was a chance to refurbish his image.  Immortality, despite the humans' opinions to the contrary, wasn't easy on a man, and routinely preying upon the young and beautiful could only do so much.  To keep his mind and his wit sharp took effort; more than that, it required him to keep up with the affairs of the mortals, and, on the whole, he'd always found them repugnant.

The unpacking was done.  A new city, a new name, a new thrall (they didn't last as long as they used to, did they?), and a new image.  Those would suit him nicely - but, one thing at a time.  He stood before his wardrobe and sighed.  He'd been around long enough - if it existed, or was ever in fashion, he had it: tuxedoes and cravats and buckle-shoes and vests and bellbottoms and midcentury suits and tweed jackets and tricorn hats and ties.

He missed Vienna.  They'd had the tricorn-hats-and-capes thing going on a few decades ago (although, coming from him, "a few decades ago" could mean anything from the seventies all the way back to the sinking of Port Royal) - and, put together with the music and the food, they'd had it all figured out.  He pulled an old cape down and dusted it off.

Not in this day and age, he thought unhappily.  He wished he could still find good opera.

Vlad rifled through the wardrobe once, twice, and then gave up in frustration.  Lately, he'd been rotating through three-piece suits, but that bored him.  If he was honest with himself, he did want the cape - but he'd have to make it work.  In all likelihood, he'd need a new one.

A longer one, one that would fly behind him when he stormed down the halls in a rage and one that would make him cast a wicked and imposing shadow.

So be it.  He'd see it made.

. . . once he got himself another thrall.

[iamalexanderwalch]

Es gibt auch Geräte aus den Achtziger Jahre, die ein absolutes Must-have waren. Zum Beispiel tragbare CD Spieler. Und besonders cool waren dann noch die Tapedeck Adapter für das Autoradio. Da lief dann die neueste Eros Ramazotti CD im Autoradio. Damit war man damals schon ein Nerd. Natürlich durften dann die Boxen mit entsprechendem Bass nicht fehlen. Wir improvisierten gerne... Schön, wieder einen Discman mit Box wieder bei uns im Laden zu haben. . . #sony #discman #d131 #music #compactdisc #speyer #pfalz #midcentury #vintage #retro #vintagedealer #vintageinterior #midmod #vintageblog #collectables #flohmarkt #vintageyourlife #vintageshop #classicdesign (hier: Collage Gallery: Vintage Interior & Classic Design.)

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️  Part 12

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I Can’t Give You Anything But Love by Billie Holiday

🎙️“Ah, the tender doubt of not being enough. You see, my dear listeners, even the strongest hearts falter when faced with the weight of expectation. But love, true love, doesn’t ask for perfection—it only asks for trust. And tonight, our couple finds themselves at a crossroads, where one simple truth remains: love is all that matters. Now, will they be brave enough to hold on?”🎙️

🎶I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby🎵

The soft click of the apartment door echoed in Lucifer's mind as he stepped inside, his shoulders heavy with an invisible weight.

Alastor's familiar scent, black coffee, filled the air, but even that couldn't shake the dark cloud hanging over him. His eyes darted around the room, memories of his nightmare flashing unbidden.

"Home sweet home," Alastor chirped, hanging up his coat with a flourish. "What do you say to a nightcap, darling?"

Lucifer nodded mechanically, barely registering the words. "Sure, that sounds nice."

As Alastor bustled about preparing drinks, Lucifer sank onto the loveseat, his mind replaying the violent outburst from his dream. The fear in Alastor's eyes, the bruise forming on his delicate brown skin—it was all too vivid, too real.

"Here we are," Alastor said, pressing a cool glass into Lucifer's hand. "You look like you could use this."

Lucifer took a sip, the burn of alcohol doing little to dull his churning thoughts. "Thanks," he murmured, avoiding Alastor's gaze.

The brunette settled beside him, and Lucifer realized this was the first time they’d just sat on the couch–without being tangled up in each other.

It seemed, the omega had noticed too. 

" You've been awfully quiet since we left the radio station."

"I'm fine," Lucifer lied, forcing a weak smile. "Just tired, I suppose."

Alastor studied him for a moment, then set his glass aside. He leaned in, cupping Lucifer's face gently. "Perhaps this will help wake you up," he purred, pressing his lips to Lucifer's in a tender kiss.

Lucifer's body responded automatically, but his mind remained distant, trapped in a loop of self-recrimination. 

He barely felt the softness of Alastor's lips, the warmth of his breath. All he could think about was how he'd almost hurt the person he cared for most.

🎶Scheme a while, dream a while

You’re sure to find happiness and I guess🎶

After a moment, Alastor pulled back, his hazel eyes searching Lucifer's face. "You're not really here with me, are you?" 

Lucifer blinked, guilt washing over him anew. "I'm sorry, Al. I just…I can't stop thinking about what happened. What I almost did to you."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, a mix of concern and irritation flashing across his face. He leaned back, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"Is that what's got you so preoccupied? More interesting than paying attention to me, is it?" His voice carried a sharp edge, the omega's pride clearly wounded.

Lucifer's heart clenched at the hurt in Alastor's tone. He hadn’t been paying attention to the omega. Hadn’t been hearing him, hadn’t been picking up the smell of excitement that was on the edge of arousal. 

The alpha  opened his mouth, desperate to explain, to apologize, but the words caught in his throat. "Al, I…I didn't mean to…" He trailed off, the weight of his guilt crushing the air from his lungs.

"Didn't mean to what?" Alastor pressed, his radio host's charm giving way to genuine frustration. "Ignore me?"

Lucifer's hands shook as he set down his glass. 

"I'm so sorry I grabbed you," he finally managed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I could have hurt you, way worse. When I woke up, I almost—"

Before he could finish, Alastor leaned forward swiftly, not for a kiss—but leaving a nip at Lucifer's lower lip. 

The sharp, playful bite startled Lucifer out of his spiral of self-recrimination, forcing him to focus on the present moment. As he ran his tongue over the little mark, a bemused smile coming to his lips. 

“What was that for?”

"To get you back," Alastor murmured, his eyes locked on Lucifer's. "I was beginning to wonder if I'd lost you entirely to that pretty head of yours."

“Did you just call me pretty?”

“I did.”

Alastor chuckled warmly. His eyes softened behind his glasses the irritation melting away as he drew his thumb over the alpha’s bitten bottom lip.

"Darling, I've already told you—I'm not afraid of you. Not now, not ever." He paused, searching Lucifer's face. "But that's not all that's troubling you, is it? What's really on your mind?"

🎶All those things you always pined for

Gee, I’d like to see you looking swell, baby🎵

Lucifer exhaled shakily, leaning into Alastor's touch. 

"It's…I've seen your world, sweetheart. The way you have to live…" His voice cracked. "And I've realized there's nothing I can give you. I'm not some high-status alpha with money and influence. I can't get your property back in New Orleans or boost your career to where it should be." He looked away, shame burning in his chest. "There are places that won't even let me in, with how I look. You just deserve so much more than I can give you…"

Alastor listened intently, his eyebrows rising as Lucifer spoke. a bemused expression playing across his features. For a moment, silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken emotions.

Finally, Alastor sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness in his voice. "Well, that is a shame," he drawled, his lips curving into a mischievous smile. "Because I was going to ask you to knot me tonight."

"You…what?"  Lucifer's eyes widened, his mouth falling open in shock. He blinked rapidly, certain he must have misheard. 

“You know I don’t misapply my words.”

 He opened and closed his mouth several times before managing to form a coherent response. "But…but Al," he stammered, his face flushing, "your v–I mean, as an omega, it's so important to you, isn't it?"

He ran a hand through his hair, feeling flustered and out of his depth. The thought of  knotting Alastor sent a thrill through him, but it warred with his concern for the omega's reputation–and how his safety was tied to it.

Alastor huffed, rolling his eyes dramatically. "Oh, please," he scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. "Society can take its expectations and shove them where the sun doesn't shine." His voice softened, a rare vulnerability shining in his eyes as he brushed his fingers through Lucifer’s hair. "What matters to me has changed drastically since I met you—I’ve never wanted to be someone’s housewife and bedwarmer.”

“You wouldn’t be–”

“You know well that’s the role the world has cast me in, the role any other alpha would have me play.” Alastor said bitterly, and Lucifer could smell the same bitterness creeping into his rich scent. “But I’m done playing that game. I’ve been submissive and chaste and I despise it.” 

Alastor turned a burning gaze on the alpha. 

“I want someone who wants me. Not my status, not my virginity, but me." 

He leaned in, his breath warm against Lucifer's ear.

 "You love me," Alastor whispered, sending a shiver down Lucifer's spine. “And I want the man who loves me.”

Lucifer's world tilted on its axis as the full weight of Alastor's words sank in. His breath caught in his throat, overwhelmed by the depth of trust Alastor was placing in him. After everything they'd been through in just a short number of days. 

 Alastor still wanted him. Still trusted him. Still…what did he say?

“You love me.” Lucifer was just repeating the words, because Alastor said them so confidently and easily. He hadn’t seen or scented a second of doubt. 

And now, he didn’t see one ounce of it in Alastor’s smile. “So I do.”

"Alastor," Lucifer whispered, his voice thick with emotion. He cupped Alastor's face needing to kiss him, just feel the omega respond in turn, before leaning back and, searching those captivating eyes. "I don't deserve this."

Alastor's lips quirked into a soft smirk. "Oh, but I say you do, my darling," he murmured. His fingers trailed along Lucifer's jaw, igniting sparks beneath his skin. "And, for once, I want to be the one who has the say."

“You know,” Lucifer swallowed thickly, and nodded. “I’ll give ya anything ya want, anything I can.” 

“I  know.”  With deliberate slowness, Alastor shifted into Lucifer's lap, pressing their bodies flush together. “Shall I tell you, exactly what I want…?”

The alpha gave a soft groan. It was like running headlong into a wall of scent, surrounded by the smell of aroused omega. 

“Fuck, please.” Lucifer nearly whined. 

His gaze never wavered as he spoke, each word laced with determination and desire.  "Lucifer," he breathed, "I want you to make love to me. To hell with anyone else or what they think. I trust you, I desire you, and I want to experience this with you."

Lucifer leaned up, kissing the other hard and lingering, and Alastor leaned into him. his hands tracing reverent patterns along Alastor's sides. As they parted for breath, he whispered, "I'll take care of you, I promise."

“I know.” Alastor sighed against his mouth, pushing the leather jacket off of his shoulders to let it fall to the couch. “I know you keep your promises.” 

The omega pressed close, wrapping his arms around Lucifer’s shoulders. 

“Now, take me to bed.” 

“Fuck, yes.” The alpha groaned. 

Lucifer stood, wrapping Alastor’s ridiculous legs around his waist so he could hold to the omega’s ass, making the brunette laugh richly against him. 

With utmost tenderness, Lucifer guided Alastor onto his back, pressing him into the neatly made bed, before climbing eagerly over him.  Lucifer's lips found Alastor's again as he settled between the omega's legs.

The friction of their clothing doing little to dull the sensation. Lucifer's hips rolled instinctively into the cradle of Alastor's body, eliciting a delightful moan from the omega beneath him.

Alastor's hands roamed Lucifer's back, pulling him closer still, as if trying to meld their bodies together. Lucifer could feel the heat of Alastor's arousal, could smell the slick trailing down his thighs, and it made his own desire spike.

"You smell incredible," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's neck, nipping playfully at his earlobe.

"You always say that," Alastor teased breathlessly.

Lucifer chuckled, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just below Alastor's ear. "That's because it's always true," he retorted, his voice low and husky. "But especially now."

He inhaled deeply, savoring the irresistible scent of Alastor's arousal mixed with his natural omega perfume. It was a euphoric combination, and Lucifer felt his own need growing more urgent by the second.

But as he pressed his hips harder into Alastor's, he couldn't help but notice that there was more to the omega's scent than just arousal. There was something else, something that spoke to the very core of Lucifer's alpha instincts.

He realized that Alastor's scent was also tinged with the unmistakable aroma of contentment. It was a subtle note, easily overlooked amidst the more potent fragrance of desire and slick, but it was there nonetheless.

Alastor was happy.

Nothing like the nervous omega pushing him away and clawing at him to stay the first night.

Now that he knew, he couldn't help but feel a surge of protectiveness towards the omega in his arms.

He would be gentle, would make sure that Alastor was ready and comfortable before they went any further. He would take his time, savor every moment.

As if sensing Lucifer's thoughts, Alastor's hands tightened on his back, his hips rocking up to meet Lucifer's. "Please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I want this. I want you."

Lucifer's heart swelled with love for the omega in his arms.

His thoughts were interrupted by the feel of Alastor's hands on his chest, tugging at the hem of his shirt. He willingly obliged, pulling it over his head and tossing it aside. The omega followed suit, and Lucifer couldn't help but let out a low growl at the sight of Alastor's bare torso.

The alpha pressed himself against the omega, relishing in the feel of their skin on skin contact. He could feel the heat radiating off of his own body, and he knew that he was running hot compared to Alastor.

He wanted nothing more than to warm the omega up, to make him feel as good as he possibly could.

Lucifer leaned down, capturing Alastor's lips in a searing kiss. He could taste the sweetness of the omega's mouth, and he couldn't get enough.

He trailed kisses down Alastor's neck, feeling the other man's pulse quicken beneath his lips.

When he reached the mating gland at the base of Alastor's neck, Lucifer paused.

He gently sucked on the area, feeling Alastor writhe beneath him. The omega let out a low moan, almost musical in its tone. Lucifer could feel the alpha inside of him responding, wanting to claim the omega as his own.

But he held back, knowing that was something they had to talk about before he could ever dream of claiming an omega as independent as Alastor.

He continued to suck and lick at the omega gland, feeling Alastor's body shudder beneath him. He was starting to feel Alastor’s slick soaking through his tight trousers.

Lucifer knew that he couldn't wait much longer.

He needed to be inside of Alastor, needed to feel the omega's warmth surrounding him. But he also knew that he needed to be careful, needed to make sure that Alastor was ready for him.

He wasn’t small, despite his stature

Lucifer's eyes had darkened with desire as he drank in the sight of Alastor's bare body, lean muscles and smooth skin shimmering with sweat. The scent of the omega's arousal wafted towards him, a sweet, heady smell that made his mouth water.

"Can I taste you?" Lucifer had murmured, his voice a low rumble of longing.

Alastor flashed him a playful grin. "You haven’t had enough after this morning?"

A wolfish grin spread across Lucifer's face as he shook his head. "Never enough," he'd countered and Alastor's eyes had sparkled with anticipation as he surrendered further, parting his legs wider to grant Lucifer access.

Lucifer had eagerly nestled between Alastor's thighs, lapping at the slick that coated them.

He felt the shivers coursing through the omega's supple body beneath him as he eased a finger inside of him; his entrance yielded easily. The second finger was met with slightly more resistance but Lucifer soothed him by lavishing attention on Alastor’s clit and soon he was working three fingers into him, stroking his walls while suckling at the sensitive bud.

He could sense Alastor teetering on the brink; each hitched breath an indication of his impending climax.

But this time around, Lucifer held back from tipping him over the edge. He wanted to extend this intimate dance they were entwined in; to make it last longer. His own desire pulsed within him but he forced himself to rein it in, keeping all focus on Alastor.

A whimper escaped from Alastor’s lips as his body writhed under Lucifer’s deft touch. "Please," came the desperate plea laced with raw desire.

A smug grin curled up on Lucifer's face as he met Alastor's gaze, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Patience," he'd murmured and Alastor had groaned in frustration. He delivered one final, deep thrust, rubbing Alastor’s sweet spot while sucking hard on his clit.

And then, release washed over Alastor.

His body had convulsed, muscles clenching around Lucifer's fingers as a cry of pleasure tore from his throat.

Lucifer's fingers had moved with practiced ease, stoking the fires of Alastor's pleasure to a fever pitch. The omega's body had squirmed beneath him, legs quaking.

Lucifer felt it echoed through every fiber of his own being. Alastor's cries echoed within the confines of the room, and Lucifer savored each one, drawing out the omega's orgasm until pleas spilled from his lips.

With a final shudder that seemed to ripple through his entire form, Alastor went still—limp and satiated. Lucifer withdrew his fingers and discarded his boxers, resettling onto the bed.

He coaxed Alastor's gently by the hips, inviting him to straddle the alpha’s lap. The omega complied; his movements were slow and heavy-lidded.

Yet as soon as Alastor's gaze settled on Lucifer's arousal, there was a shift in scent—the sweet perfume of desire now laced with something sharper, citrusy. Anxiety. Lucifer inhaled deeply, letting this new scent permeate him before reaching up to cradle Alastor's face.

"Hey," he'd murmured softly, his voice a low hum designed to comfort. "Look at me."

Alastor complied, meeting Lucifer’s eyes with an expression that spoke volumes about uncertainty. He knew what was racing through the omega’s mind—the apprehension that he might not be able to handle this or that it would be too painful—but Lucifer was determined not to let that happen.

"We can take it slow," he assured him. Lucifer's fingers traced over the tender bruises on Alastor's hips, the divots a reminder of their earlier tumbling. "As slow as you need. You're in control."

The omega's eyes fluttered open, meeting Lucifer's gaze. He looked nervous, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes. Lucifer smiled, his thumb continuing to circle over the bruises.

Alastor nodded—anxious but resolute—and reached down to grasp Lucifer’s cock. The sensation made Lucifer’s eyes want to close, his body tensing in anticipation. Alastor was studying him intently, his gaze focused and determined.

He guided Lucifer to his entrance, pausing for a heartbeat before lowering himself.

A groan escaped Lucifer's lips as he felt the enveloping warmth of the omega, his fingers digging into Alastor's hips as he fought the urge to thrust upwards.

Lucifer could barely contain himself—inch by delicious inch. The tightness, the heat, it was almost too much. He had been with a virgin before, he thought, but this…this was different.

This was Alastor, and it was staggering in the best way.

As Alastor finally settled onto him, Lucifer let out a low growl, unable to help himself. He could feel the omega's muscles clenching around him, and it took all his willpower not to move.

He reached up, his thumb brushing over Alastor's cheek.

"You okay?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Alastor nodded, his eyes meeting Lucifer's once more.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I just…need a moment."

Lucifer nodded.

He could feel the tremors running through the omega's body, the way his muscles were still clenched tight. He knew it was going to be a slow process, but he didn't mind. He wanted Alastor to enjoy this as much as he was.

"Take all the time you need," he said, his voice soft. "I'm not going anywhere."

The omega surprised him with a snort, those pretty hazel eyes rolling. “Well, I should hope not.”

Alastor smiled, a small, tentative smile that made Lucifer's heart swell. He leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to Lucifer's lips. The alpha could taste the sweetness of him, the scent of sex filling the air. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into Alastor's mouth as he pulled him closer.

For a moment, they were lost in each other, the world outside of their little bubble fading away. Lucifer could feel the tension in Alastor's body starting to ease, the tremors subsiding as he relaxed against him.

But the softness of Alastor's lips against his own was tainted by a hint of hesitancy. The usually confident omega seemed vulnerable, his surety replaced with hesitation that tugged at Lucifer's heartstrings.

"How do I feel?" Alastor asked, stalling for time.

The truth was, he felt incredible. Being surrounded by Alastor was an experience unlike any other; the tight warmth of him, the intoxicating way his body reacted to Lucifer's touch.

"You feel…incredible," he managed to say after a beat.

A wave of relief washed over Alastor's face as he visibly relaxed before tensing up almost instantly again.

Lucifer felt the shift in his demeanor and looking up at him confirmed it - Alastor was blushing, embarrassment painted all over his features.

"I don't…" Alastor confessed in a whisper that was barely audible. “Know how to…”

Lucifer could feel Alastor's hesitation, the tremble in his fingers as they rested on his shoulders.

He leaned in, capturing the omega's lips in a soft kiss, savoring the taste of him. "You're doing so well, love," he murmured, pulling back just enough to whisper the words against Alastor's mouth. He slid his hands down to the fingerprint bruises he had left on Alastor's narrow hips earlier, gently guiding him upwards. "Just lift yourself a little, and I'll do the rest, okay?"

Alastor nodded, biting his lip as he slowly raised himself up, gasping as Lucifer's cock slid deeper inside of him.

Lucifer could see the pleasure and newness mingling in the omega's eyes, but there was something else there too—trust. It filled him with a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat of their bodies pressed together.

He began to move, carefully at first, guiding Alastor's hips up and down in a slow, steady rhythm.

He could feel the tension building in his own body, but he forced himself to hold back, focusing instead on Alastor. He wanted this to be perfect for him, wanted to make him feel loved and cherished.

As they moved together, Lucifer could feel Alastor's body responding, his slick coating them both, making it easier for him to slide in and out.

He reached down, thumbing the omega's clit unhurriedly, eliciting a moan from Alastor.

They settled into an easy rhythm, their bodies moving in sync, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

Lucifer could hear the whispers of love and encouragement that slipped from his lips, could feel the warmth of Alastor's breath against his neck.

The alpha could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, but he didn't want it to end. He wanted to stay like this forever, wrapped up in the warmth and love of the omega in his arms.

But he knew that he couldn't hold back forever, knew that he had to give Alastor what he needed.

The omega had wrapped his arms fully around his neck, clinging to him, manicured fingernails digging at his shoulders.

There was desperation in every ragged breath the omega took—the brunette was so close.

"Can you come for me, Alastor?" Lucifer asked, his voice low and rough.

He felt Alastor nod against his shoulder, felt the omega's hips jerk.

"I want…I want to come on your knot," Alastor murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer felt a thrill run through him at the words, at the urgency in Alastor's voice.

"Are you sure you want that?" he asked, even as he felt his own knot beginning to swell.

He knew that once it expanded, they would be locked together until it went down.

It was a level of intimacy that many omegas found overwhelming.

But Alastor just nodded again, his eyes squeezed shut as he chased his own release. "I want all of you," he said, his voice filled with longing.

Lucifer couldn't deny him any longer.

He felt his knot swell, felt the familiar pressure as it expanded inside of Alastor. And then the omega was coming, his body wracked with spasms as he cried out in pleasure.

Lucifer could feel every wave of Alastor's orgasm, could feel the way the omega's body clenched around his own. He felt his own release washing over him as he thrust deep inside of Alastor.

🎶I can’t give you anything but love, baby

That’s the only thing I’ve plenty of, baby🎵

As they lay against each other, panting and spent, Lucifer wrapped his arms around Alastor, holding him close. Their bodies still connected in the most intimate way possible. The alpha could feel the knot inside of the omega, still pulsing with the aftershocks of their shared release.

He knew they would be like this for a while, locked together until his knot went down. But he didn't mind. He was exactly where he wanted to be.

Alastor shifted slightly in his arms, causing them both to groan at the sensation.

“Easy, easy.” Lucifer curled his fingers into Alastor’s hair, tilting his head so he could kiss him more. “You’ll wear us both out if you wiggle too much.”

"How long will this last?" The omega asked, his voice still heavy with pleasure as he ducked his forehead to Lucifer’s shoulder.

Lucifer pressed a kiss to the top of his head, inhaling the sweet scent of the omega's hair. "Could be a little while," he murmured. "Just stay still and relax. I’ve still got you."

He could feel Alastor's body tense slightly at the words, but he gently rubbed at his hips and thighs, soothing him with his touch. But when the alpha urged him to look up, the omega tucked himself further into the crook of his neck.

"Alastor, are you alright?" he asked softly. “How do you feel?”

For a moment, Alastor didn't respond.

And then, with a sigh, like he was reluctant to even say the words, Alastor murmured. “Overwhelmed, honestly.”

Lucifer felt his heart clench in his chest—immediately feeling worry course through him. As he tried not jostle Alastor in his own anxiety.

“What…can I do? How can I help?”

Alastor chuckled, shaking his head against Lucifer’s shoulder. “How pathetic, you’ve already done so much to take care of me—”

“You’re not pathetic.” Lucifer insisted, the feeling burning in his chest as he tried to stay still. Keenly aware of the knotted omega in his arms.

He nudged Alastor, gently but insistently, but still the other man wouldn’t lift his head.

“Sweetheart, please, will you look at me.”

“I can’t.”

He knew that Alastor had been through so much, had been hurt by so many people in the past. But he wanted to show the omega that he was different, that he would always be there for him.

“Okay,” Lucifer murmured, “then just, tell me what you need.”

He felt Alastor swallow against him.

The omega still didn’t speak, but his hands slid from Lucifer’s shoulders, down his chest between them—and the alpha immediately mourned the loss of is tight hold.

When Alastor grabbed his hand.

He splayed his inked fingers over the back of his own neck, as Lucifer watched, entranced by the slow, deliberate movements.

“Just…hold here.”

Lucifer nodded, careful not to squeeze the back of his neck, even as Alastor shifted to press their foreheads together. The omega’s cheek felt damp against his.

“And…tell me you love me.”

“I love you, Alastor.” Lucifer's heart swelled at the words. “I’ll take care of you. Always.”

The omega let out a soft hum, that the blonde had no idea how to interpret with the scents of sweat and sex saturating the air between them.

Until Alastor caught Lucifer’s lips in a needy, but brief kiss.

Lucifer turned and kissed Alastor again, deeper this time, pouring all of his love and affection into it.

He could feel the omega's body relaxing under his touch,

"Lucifer?" he murmured, his voice still thick.

"Yeah?" Lucifer replied, pressing a kiss to the top of the omega's head.

"Will you stay another night?" Alastor asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Lucifer knew that Alastor had been through so much in his life, had been hurt by so many people. But he also knew that the omega was slowly learning to trust him, to let him in.

"Of course, I'll stay," Lucifer said, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll stay forever, if you want me to."

Alastor's body relaxed against him, and Lucifer could feel the omega's breathing even out.

"Forever sounds nice," Alastor chuckled.

🎶Until that lucky day, you know darned well, baby

I can’t give you anything but love🎵

🎙️ "Ah, love... it’s the one thing you can’t put a price on, isn’t it? But sometimes, my dear listeners, it’s about wanting to be loved by just one. Marilyn Monroe has the next word with ‘I Want to Be Loved by You.’ 🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 10

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You Send Me By Sam Cooke

🎙️“Ah, love—it has a way of unraveling even the most carefully constructed lives, doesn’t it? This morning, our dear omega finds himself in unfamiliar territory, as his past and his present collide. But fear not, my darlings, for even in moments of uncertainty, love has a way of sending us exactly where we need to be. Now, let’s see if passion…and a bit of comfort, can rebuild what the world has threatened to tear apart.” 🎙️

🎵 At first I thought it was infatuation

But woo, it’s lasted so long

Now I find myself wanting

To marry you and take you home, whoa-oh 🎶

Lucifer squinted against the late afternoon sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows as he cracked eggs into a bowl. The warm glow bathed the room in a golden haze, lending a lazy Sunday morning feeling despite how close it was getting to the time of Alastor’s broadcast. 

He smiled to himself, relishing the calm domesticity of the moment.

“One might get the impression that your culinary overtures were an attempt at flaunting your skills as a provider,” Alastor's silky voice drifted from behind him. “How very alpha-like of you.” 

Lucifer turned, a retort on his lips, but the words died as his attention fell on Alastor. 

The omega lifted himself with ease, perched on the kitchen counter, long legs dangling, clad in nothing but a red satin button-down pajama shirt that barely skimmed his thighs. 

Lucifer's mouth watered shamelessly.

“Sweetheart,” the alpha managed, after swallowing hard and trying to refocus on the task at hand. Omelets. Just make omelets. “If you had complaints about my cooking, ya shoulda said—”

“If I were dissatisfied, in any way, would know by now.” Alastor crooned to him, his voice gone low and rich with suggestion. Before he broke it with a melodious laugh. “I just find your determination to feed me quite…charming.”

Lucifer felt a flush creep up his neck. He focused intently on whisking the eggs, willing his eyes not to stray. "What can I say? I’m a simple guy with simple ambitions."

“If your aim is to please me,” Alastor purred. “I, for one, think that is a noble aspiration.” 

From the corner of his eye, Lucifer saw the omega shift position, the movement causing the shirt to ride up. Showing the new marks the alpha had left along his thighs…his hips.  

He nearly dropped the whisk.

Lucifer cleared his throat. “Well, I’m not about to be derailed from my ‘noble aspirations’ by a pretty omega in a nightshirt.” But even as he said it, he knew it was a losing battle. Alastor had a way of dismantling his confidence with infuriating ease.

“Did you just call me pretty?”

The alpha froze. Gooey, foamy egg was dripping off the end of his whisk and back into the bowl. 

Did he fuck up? He must have just fucked up. Nothing was ever easy, simple, and straightforward with Alastor. Not even a compliment. 

“Yeah…I did.” Lucifer didn’t deny, but he grimaced, deciding he was brave enough to look up at the omega.

There was no distress in his scent—but the alpha didn’t know if he would smell indignation over the aromas of brewing coffee, a buttered pan, and the stink of sex still lingering between them. 

A smirk pulled over Alastor’s lips. He let the moment linger, dripping like caramel, as he caught the alpha’s eyes and pushed his glasses back up his nose. 

"Your butter is burning."

“Dammit!” Lucifer couldn't help but chuckle as he reached for the pan. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"So I've been told," Alastor replied, eyes dancing with mischief. "It's part of my charm."

As Lucifer turned back to his cooking attempts, he found himself smiling despite the distraction. There was something undeniably special about these quiet moments with Alastor, a warmth that went beyond mere visceral attraction. It was a connection he'd never expected to find again.

🎶Darling, you send me

I know you send me🎶

Lucifer's eyes betrayed him once more, darting over to Alastor. 

The red satin shirt clung to the omega's lithe form, leaving much to the imagination—perhaps too much.

Until, of course, the omega thought that was the perfect time to stretch his lovely long legs. Unfolding them, to just give a hint that nothing lay underneath. 

And Lucifer could have his mouth under there in two shakes of a lamb’s tail. 

"You seem distracted, my dear," Alastor murmured, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Is something the matter?"

Lucifer cleared his throat, focusing on the pan in front of him. "Not at all. Just ensuring these omelets are up to your exacting standards."

"Oh? And here I thought you might be pondering more…interesting subjects than eggs," Alastor teased, his wit as sharp as ever.

🎵Darling, you send me

Honest you do, honest you do

Honest you do, whoa-oh🎵

The easy banter flowed between them, a dance of words as familiar as they were on the floor. Lucifer marveled at how comfortable Alastor had become around him, how unguarded. It was a far cry from the defensive, prickly omega he'd first encountered.

As Alastor spoke, he absently tugged at the collar of his shirt, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of the mating gland at the base of his neck. The sight sent a jolt through Lucifer, primal and possessive.

“You really enjoy teasing me, don’t you?”

“I do like seeing how much you can take.” Alastor confessed, though he quickly covered with a playful glint in his hazel eyes. The omega uncrossed his long brown legs again…and this time didn’t bother closing them. "Do I need to make my desires plain again?," he drawled, "Or can I simply call for an encore performance?"

Lucifer's breath caught in his throat, the spatula in his hand forgotten. "Are you seducing me, Alastor?" he asked, a slow smile spreading across his face.

"My, how perceptive you are," Alastor hummed. "And here I thought I was being subtle."

Lucifer cut the gas to the stove off without hesitation, abandoning breakfast.

 He captured Alastor's lips in a searing kiss, hands sliding up the omega's thighs to grip his hips, earning a satisfied sigh. 

"Subtlety is overrated," Lucifer murmured against Alastor's mouth, fingers working at the buttons of the red shirt. He trailed kisses along Alastor's jaw, down his neck, and along his mating gland.

Alastor's legs parted willingly, and Lucifer pulled them over his shoulders as he ducked between them. 

"Well then, in the spirit of being explicit," Alastor breathed, fingers tangling in Lucifer's hair, "don't let me keep you from your breakfast."

“Fuck,” the alpha growled out, making the omega shudder against him. “You’re gonna drive me crazy talkin’ like that.”

🎵 I know, I know, I know, you send me 🎶

Lucifer pulled Alastor closer to the edge of the counter by his hips. 

Alastor's fingers tightened in the blonde hair, a breathy moan escaping his lips at Lucifer’s first taste.

He’d compared Alastor’s scent to black coffee–but it was so, so much better. His arousal the perfect amount of sweetness to the bitter richness of him. 

Lucifer lathed his tongue over the omega’s swollen clit once, twice, before sucking it between his lips. The fresh wave of slick that rewarded him went right to the alpha’s head. Only magnified by being trapped between Alastor’s silky thighs. 

The only thing he wished, was that he could see the omega’s face. The pretty way the composure fell away–he thought he heard the sound of Alastor’s head bumping against the cabinet as he threw it back. 

The alpha’s hands slid down to grip Alastor’s legs, kneading into the soft flesh as he dragged his tongue the length of the omega’s pussy, making him quiver. 

"Lucifer," he gasped, tugging gently at the alpha's golden locks. Making the alpha smirk, expecting the pride to crack and the omega to mewl for mercy—but Alastor always had another surprise for him. "Your fingers…I want them back inside me."

Lucifer paused, lifting his head to meet Alastor's gaze. His eyes, normally a brilliant metal, were dark with desire. But concern flickered across his features.

"Are you sure, sweetheart?" Lucifer asked, his voice husky. "You're not too sore from this morning?"

The omega had taken to his fingers well, sure, but it had been the first time.

But Alastor just cupped Lucifer's cheek, thumb tracing his bottom lip.

"I appreciate your concern, my dear," Alastor purred, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "But I assure you, I know what I want."

Lucifer's eyes glinted with ardor and admiration. "Well, if you insist," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Alastor's inner thigh. "I can’t deny you."

Alastor’s scent and smile told the alpha that was exactly the right answer.

🎶I know you send me

Honest you do🎶

With a predatory smile, Lucifer ducked his head once more. He'd spend the rest of his days between Alastor’s legs if the omega would let him.

Though he was still worried about soreness as he traced the other’s entrance, feeling the way he fluttered at the touch. 

Lucifer pulled back, just a step, and there was already a sound of protest on Alastor’s lips. “Easy, sweetheart,” the alpha soothed. 

He slid a hand under the omega’s thigh, lifting one of his long graceful legs and urging the brunette to prop up his foot on one of the cabinet handles.

“What are you…?” Alastor asked, though unlike this morning it sounded more eager and curious than wary.

Lucifer smirked. Instead of answering, dragged his pink tongue over his slick-covered bottom lip.

Before Lucifer was ducking his head again and pushing the tip of his tongue into the omega.

“Oh…” Alastor sighed it, soft as a prayer falling from his bitten lips. Those slender fingers sliding back into the alpha’s blonde hair. 

Lucifer gripped to the omega’s legs, certain he would leave more of those bruises he adored, and started to fuck Alastor on his tongue.

“…fuck.” Alastor sighed in that impossibly sweet and broken voice that made Lucifer long for a serpent’s tongue. Just so he could give Alastor more.

When Lucifer brought the omega’s clit to tease between his fingers, Alastor keened.

He understood the omega's determination to be penetrated—so he gave it. Guiding two fingers into Alastor, seeing how easily he took them in this time.

 Lucifer’s mouth and fingers worked in tandem until Alastor's head fell back, a throaty moan echoing through the kitchen as he lost himself in the sensations the alpha drew out for as long as he thought the sweet omega could take.

Keeping that gorgeous leg propped up so he could curl his fingers deeper into Alastor. Still practicing for Lucifer’s knot.

🎶You thrill me

I know you, you, you thrill me

Darling you, you, you, you thrill me

Honest you do🎵

Alastor's body trembled with aftershocks, his chest heaving as he caught his breath.

He gazed down at Lucifer, still nestled between his spread thighs, and felt a surge of affection so intense it nearly overwhelmed him. Without thinking, he reached out, cupping Lucifer's face and drawing him up for a deep, passionate kiss.

As their lips met, Alastor tasted himself on Lucifer's tongue, a primal thrill coursing through him. He pulled back slightly, their foreheads touching, and found himself lost in Lucifer's eyes.

The words bubbled up in his throat, unexpected yet inevitable.

"Lucifer, I—"

The kitchen door suddenly burst open with a resounding bang.

Alastor's head snapped towards the intrusion, his eyes widening in shock and horror as he saw Vox striding in, a bouquet of wilting roses clutched in one hand—and a borrowed key from Niffty’s father in the other.

"Al, baby, I'm sorry about Friday. I’m sure you’ve had time to think about—" Vox's voltaic blue eyes went wide as he took in the scene before him, his smile twisting into a sneer.

The kitchen was in disarray. Stopped in the midst of Lucifer’s chaotic cooking—and why was that Alastor’s first thought?

Because the reality…was impossible to bear.

Alastor had become a tableau of every indecent omega that mothers warned their children about.

His red satin shirt, too bold a choice for his gender already, was hanging off him, bunched around his shoulders like curtains that had been ripped open. Revealing more secrets than it kept hidden. He was practically naked on his kitchen counter.

With his legs splayed wide and propped open obscenely.

With an alpha between them.

The safe little intimate bubble that had shielded Alastor and Lucifer popped in an instant—and the omega clapped a hand over his mouth at the vulgar sound that escaped him when the alpha pulled out of him too roughly in his haste.

All he could think to do, was clutch at his shirt and hold it closed, as if that could hide his shame. 

In a flash, Lucifer spun around with a growl, the sound ripping from between his bared teeth.

The alpha positioned himself squarely between Alastor's legs. Acting like a protective barrier, shielding Alastor's exposed state from Vox's sight.

Alastor's fingers trembled as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, grateful for the momentary cover.

"Get out," Lucifer rumbled, his voice low and dangerous. The scents of distress and humiliation radiating from Alastor only fueled his rage.

The omega burned with humiliation, his usual quick wit deserting him in the face of this unexpected and unwelcome interruption. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out, the cutting remark he desperately sought lost in a haze of mortification.

Vox’s face fell from shock into a cruel smile. “What’s the matter, tough guy? Having trouble warming up that frigid little omega?” His eyes darted down, focusing on Lucifer’s slick-glistening lips. “Never thought an alpha like you would get on his knees for a bitch.”

Alastor's breath caught in his throat, the insults cutting deep. He ducked his head. Hiding himself against Lucifer's back, seeking comfort in the alpha's unwavering presence, even as tide of humiliation threatened to drown him.

Lucifer's hands balled at his sides, knuckles white with suppressed rage. "You wouldn't know how to eat pussy if your fucking life depended on it," he shot back with seething venom. "And you'd be damn lucky to have even half a chance."

“Don’t…please don’t.” Alastor winced behind him, his voice coming out as a plea. He couldn’t take a couple of alphas posturing over sexual prowess when he was feeling so exposed.

He felt the alpha soften, glancing back at him. But the omega couldn’t even bring himself to meet Lucifer’s gaze.

“Get the fuck out, Vox,” the blonde warned lowly. “Or I’ll throw you out myself.”

Vox scoffed dismissively, tossing away the wilted flowers onto the counter with disdain. "Have fun servicing your whore, then."

Alastor flinched like he’d been struck.

That was the final straw. Lucifer snapped like a taut wire.

He lunged forward and grabbed Vox by the collar of his pressed shirt, hoisting him off his feet and throwing him out of the apartment with an impressive show of strength.

The door slammed shut behind Vox with an echoing finality—and Lucifer dusted off his hands.

“Fuck all the way off to hell, heatstall.”

Warmth bloomed in Alastor’s chest, doing its damndest to chase away the lingering shame…but it wasn’t quite working. Even Lucifer’s fierce display of protectiveness and strength couldn’t change how exposed he’d been.

🎶I know you send me

Whoa-oh, you, you, you, you send me

Honest you do🎵

Lucifer turned, concern etched on his face. "Alastor?"

“Yes, my dear?” Alastor’s lips fought and failed to form a smile. "I needed to end things officially with that boorish moron, anyway."

That was only the most humiliating thing he had suffered in his life.

"I won't let that happen again," he said, his voice a low rumble. He ran a hand through his disheveled hair, a frown creasing his brow. "I'll install a deadbolt. No one will ever burst in on us like that again."

Alastor nodded, but his usual sharp wit still hadn’t returned to him. His fingers clutched at the fabric of his shirt, now fully buttoned but feeling woefully inadequate.

The shame of being seen in such a vulnerable state by someone other than Lucifer was still crashing over him. Just as one wave crested, another tried to drag him under.

He couldn’t even take those words as the reassurance it was that Lucifer planned to stay, and give him more of that time, touch, and attention he’d become so addicted to. 

"Sweetheart," Lucifer said softly, stepping closer.

Alastor tried to summon his trademark glib tone, but his voice came out strained. "Oh, perfectly fine! Nothing like a little unexpected witness to my abject vulnerability and depravity to liven up the evening, eh?" He attempted a laugh, but it sounded hollow, even to his own ears.

Without a word, Lucifer gently scooped Alastor into his arms, cradling him against his chest. Alastor instinctively wrapped his arms around Lucifer's neck, burying his face in the crook of the alpha's shoulder.

The scent of leather and smoke enveloped him, soothing his frayed nerves.

🎵 I know, I know, I know, when you hold me

(You send me)🎵

Lucifer carried him to the plush loveseat in the living room, settling down with Alastor in his lap.

He stroked Alastor's back in slow, comforting circles. "It's okay…”

“It is not okay. My reputation is ruined, and it’s all I have. How am I going to—” The omega realized he was whining, crying at this alpha like some blithering, pathetic child. He snapped his mouth shut. 

🎶You send me)

Whoa, whenever I’m with you

(You send me)

I know, I know, I know when I’m near you🎵

“You can talk to me, you know.” The alpha just breathed. 

Disgustingly sweet, and so damn understanding. The omega hated it…but. 

Alastor let out a shaky breath.

"I despise feeling so…exposed. Vulnerable." He lifted his head, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "It rather ruins my carefully cultivated image, doesn't it?"

Lucifer chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to Alastor's forehead. "You’re still a remarkable riddle to me."

🎵 Whoa-oh, whenever you kiss me

(You send me)

Mhm, mhm, honest you do 🎶

As the tension slowly drained from his body, Alastor found himself tracing idle patterns on Lucifer's chest. 

After a moment of comfortable silence, he spoke again.

"You know, I actually can’t wait for you to join me in the studio tonight." He glanced up, meeting Lucifer's gaze. "To see where the magic happens, as they say."

Alastor could admit, only to himself, that he was eager to have the alpha see him in his element. A far cry from the mess he’d just been. 

Lucifer's eyes lit up with genuine excitement that warmed him. "I'd be honored, sweetheart."

Despite the afternoon's unpleasantness, he found himself looking forward to sharing this part of his world with the alpha who had become such an integral part of his life.

🎵 At first I thought it was infatuation

But woo, it’s lasted so long

Now I find myself wanting

To marry you and take you home🎵

🎙️ “Midnight, the stars, and you... a perfect trio. Get ready for Ray Noble’s ‘Midnight, the Stars and You.’" 🎙️

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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)

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 11

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Midnight, the Stars, and You by Ray Noble

🎙️ “There’s something magical about watching someone in their element, isn’t there? Tonight, we see our lovers shine under the glow of the stars—or rather, the radio waves. But as the witching hour approaches, not all is as serene as it seems. For in the quiet moments between, old wounds stir, and it will take more than stardust to heal them. Let’s hope that love can shine through the darkest of nightmares.” 🎙️

🎶Midnight with the stars and you

Midnight and a rendezvous🎵

Just before the studio door, Alastor paused, turning to face Lucifer with a stern gaze.

"In the broadcasting room, there will be silence. Not a peep, no exceptions," he ordered, his voice carrying an uncharacteristic firmness. "And absolutely no tomfoolery."

The alpha raised an eyebrow, thinking that he was pretty sure Alastor had instigated all of their recent foolery, but he just chuckled and nodded in agreement.

"Alright, sweetheart," he responded, the corner of his mouth quirking up into a half-smile.

His voice was low and laced with intrigue; this was an aspect of Alastor he hadn't yet encountered—authoritative, professional, undeniably in control. It sparked something within him—an eagerness to delve deeper into the enigma that was this defiant omega.

The heavy studio door creaked open revealing an intimate space crammed with heavy gray equipment. The room felt like a closet that had been turned into a studio—beyond a window, turntables sat on either side of a worn-out chair while a large control panel dominated the center of the room under an 'on air' light that hung ominously above it.

Lucifer's golden eyes widened at the sight; it was like peering into another world. A world far removed from the grime-coated streets he typically roamed.

The outer room contrasted sharply with its chaotic assortment of musical instruments scattered around and an old leather sofa sagging under years of use. The walls were sparsely adorned with images of female singers frozen mid-note in black and white glory.

"This is…quite something," Lucifer murmured softly, mindful of Alastor's rule for quietness inside this sanctum. He traced his fingers along the edge of a nearby console—the cool smoothness beneath his fingertips sent shivers down his spine. "I can see why you feel so at home here."

Alastor's lips curled into a knowing smile as he gracefully took his seat at the main console. With practiced ease, he adjusted his vest and cleared his throat.

The moment his fingers touched the controls, a transformation seemed to overtake him. His posture straightened, his eyes gleamed with a newfound intensity, and an air of electric charisma filled the room.

Lucifer watched, transfixed, as Alastor leaned into the microphone. When he spoke, his voice was rich velvet, flowing effortlessly through the airwaves.

"Good evening, dear listeners," Alastor crooned, his tone warm and inviting. "This is your host after dark, your guide as the clock strikes midnight, and the shadows begin to move…”

Lucifer leaned forward, hanging on every word.

He'd always known Alastor was talented, hell he’d felt the full effect of those silken words when they had been turned on him, but this…this was artistry. The omega's ability to command attention, to paint vivid pictures with nothing but his voice, was utterly captivating.

“Let’s start our story with some Sinatra to chase those blues away with ‘The Way You Look Tonight.’”

Lucifer couldn't tear his eyes away from Alastor's confident demeanor, the way his hands danced across the controls with expert precision.

“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.”

Lucifer found himself sinking deeper into the plush leather of the observer's chair as hazel eyes darted to him—like the omega knew exactly the effect he was having. “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…” 

Alastor hit a few buttons and dials, so the needle landed on the record next to him and began to play.

The alpha was surprised to hear nothing at all but the scratch of the turntable, when the omega pulled the heavy headphones off of one of his ears.

He was practically oozing arrogance as he rested his chin on his hand, smirking over at the blonde. “Something the matter, my dear?”

“Nothing in the world.” Lucifer said with a soft laugh, like he was still afraid to be too loud, though Alastor spoke first. “You’re just, so in your element.”

“This is my domain. The one place I am fully in control.”

“I’ve never seen you so…alive.”

Alastor stilled, and quickly turned away from him. Like he couldn’t handle the weight of the alpha’s gaze. He leaned into the microphone, but before tapping the red button at the base to be heard.

“I told ya, cher.” He said, only to Lucifer, in a drawl that wasn’t meant for any one else. “Y'ain't seen the whole of me yet.”

Alastor cleared his throat, rolled his shoulders, and put back on that brilliant smile.

“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.” Those eyes lingered on him before breaking away again.  “Well, my darlings, the music never stops—next up, we’re about to dive into ‘That Old Black Magic’ by Glen Miller. Hold on tight!”

As the broadcast continued, Lucifer found himself slipping under Alastor's spell, drawn ever deeper into the world he created with each passing minute.

🎶Your eyes held a message tender

Saying “I surrender all my love to you”🎵

Lucifer's chest tightened as he watched Alastor work his magic. The realization hit him like a thunderbolt: his feelings for the omega had deepened beyond mere attraction or curiosity. This glimpse into Alastor's world, seeing him so passionate and in control, only intensified the emotions Lucifer had been struggling not to spill right out of his mouth.

"Damn it all," Lucifer muttered under his breath, running a hand through his hair.

Alastor's eyes darted to him, one eyebrow raised in silent question.

Lucifer waved him off, not wanting to disrupt the broadcast. He slipped silently out of the broadcast booth, moving to the outer room.

As Alastor returned his attention to the microphone, Lucifer's mind raced.

He was in love.

He wasn’t just falling anymore, and these wings wouldn’t catch him—he was about to hit the ground.

♫ ♫ ♫

“Only you…yes, only you can take us to the next step. The Platters are coming up with ‘Only You.’” 

The show progressed, and Lucifer found himself increasingly impressed by Alastor's skill. His storytelling was masterful, his timing impeccable. It seemed criminal that such talent was relegated to such a small station.

During a musical interlude, Lucifer leaned forward. "You're wasted here," he whispered. "You should be on every radio in the city."

Alastor's eyes widened slightly, a mix of surprise and something else—pride, perhaps—flashing across his face. He gave a small, grateful nod before turning back to his work.

Lucifer settled back, a determined set to his jaw. He had now power, no pull. But he had to find a way. Alastor damn sure deserved to be heard

♫ ♫ ♫

"Ah, the tender doubt of not being enough. You see, my dear listeners, even the strongest hearts falter when faced with the weight of expectation. But love, true love, doesn’t ask for perfection—it only asks for trust. And tonight, our couple finds themselves at a crossroads, where one simple truth remains: love is all that matters. Now, will they be brave enough to hold on?"

The soothing hum of Alastor's voice washed over Lucifer as he lounged on the worn leather sofa. His eyelids grew heavy, the rhythm of the music and the hypnotic cadence of Alastor's words lulling him into a state of peaceful drowsiness.

Lucifer's head lolled against the back of the sofa in the outer room, where he could hear the music. Just for a moment, allowing his eyes to close. The soft strains of a saxophone drifted through the room, and Lucifer felt himself drifting along with it.

Before he knew it, consciousness slipped away entirely, leaving him in a deep slumber.

♫ ♫ ♫

 “You want to be evil, darling? So does someone else. Eartha Kitt brings it home with ‘I Want to Be Evil.’” Alastor purred into the microphone one last time.

“Stay tuned for our next broadcast, which will include , ‘I Put a Spell on You’ by Nina Simone, ‘Fever’ by Peggy Lee, and the unstoppable Ella Fitzgerald... things are just getting wicked. Until next we meet, dear Listeners.”

Alastor's fingers danced across the control panel, expertly fading out the last notes of the night's final song. With a contented sigh, he removed his headphones and switched off the "On Air" light.

"Well, that's another broadcast in the books," he murmured to himself, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he checked his watch, and saw it was well into the witching hour. When the airwaves were dead.

As he swiveled in his chair, ready to gather Lucifer and head home.

There, sprawled across the old sofa, was the alpha—fast asleep. His features were softened in slumber, mouth slightly agape, one arm dangling off the edge of the cushions.

"Well, I'll be," Alastor whispered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "The tough little biker, felled by a lullaby and a comfortable couch."

He stood, stretching his arms above his head as he considered his next move. Wake him? Let him sleep? The pragmatic part of Alastor's mind knew they needed to leave soon, but something held him back from disturbing Lucifer's rest just yet.

"You look positively angelic in your sleep, my dear." Alastor mused softly to himself.

Realizing they couldn't linger much longer, Alastor decided it was time to rouse his companion. He approached carefully, extending a hand to gently shake Lucifer's shoulder.

"Time to wake up, my dear. The broadcast's over and—"

Alastor's words were cut short as Lucifer's eyes snapped open, unfocused and wild.

In a blur of motion, the alpha's hand shot out, gripping Alastor's wrist with bruising force. A guttural growl erupted from Lucifer's throat. His entire body tensed as if ready to attack.

Caught off guard, Alastor stumbled backward, wrenching his arm free. His heart raced, adrenaline surging through his system as he put distance between himself and the clearly disoriented Lucifer.

"It's just me. You're safe. We're at the radio station, remember?" Alastor called out, his voice steady despite the shock.

For a fleeting moment, fear flickered across Alastor's face as he instinctively stepped back. His usual composed demeanor wavered, his smile strained at the edges. But as quickly as it appeared, the fear dissipated, replaced by a look of dawning comprehension.

"Of course," Alastor murmured, more to himself than to Lucifer. "The war…his shellshock."

He watched as Lucifer's eyelids gradually drooped, the wild, unseeing look fading away as he fell right back asleep.

Outwardly, Alastor maintained his cordial demeanor, but inwardly, a new understanding of Lucifer was taking shape. The alpha's strength and bravado, it seemed, were hard-won defenses against a past that still haunted him.

Settling onto a nearby chair, just out of arm's reach, Alastor cleared his throat softly. He began to hum, the melody of "Midnight, the Stars and You" filling the quiet studio. His rich voice, usually reserved for the airwaves, now served a more intimate purpose.

"Midnight, with the stars and you," Alastor sang softly, his eyes fixed on Lucifer's sleeping form. "Midnight, and a rendezvous…"

As the gentle notes drifted through the air, Lucifer's eyelids began to flutter. Alastor continued, his voice a soothing balm in the early morning stillness.

"Your eyes held a message tender," he crooned, watching as Lucifer's consciousness slowly returned. "Saying, 'I surrender all my love to you.'"

Lucifer's eyes opened fully, a smile spreading across his face. "Wow," he murmured, his voice still thick with sleep. "A private performance. I do feel special."

Alastor's lips quirked into a smirk. “You dozed off during the broadcast. Quite the peaceful sleeper, until the end there.”

Lucifer's smile faded as the fog of sleep lifted, replaced by a look of dawning horror. He sat up abruptly, his eyes darting around the room before settling on the omega.

"Alastor, I…" Lucifer's voice was thick with remorse. "I didn't mean to…Did I hurt you?"

Alastor waved a dismissive hand, his smile never faltering. "Nonsense, my dear. No harm done. Now, shall we be on our way? The sun will be up soon, and I'd rather not explain our presence here to the morning crew."

But Lucifer wasn't ready to let it go. He stood, his short frame tense with guilt. "It's not alright, Alastor. I could have seriously hurt you. How can you be so cavalier about this?"

Alastor's eyebrows raised slightly, a mix of surprise and amusement crossing his features. "My, my, aren't we dramatic this morning? I assure you, I'm quite capable of handling myself against an alpha having a bit of a nightmare."

Lucifer shook his head, frustration evident in his voice. "That's not the point. You shouldn't have to 'handle yourself' against me. I'm supposed to…to protect you, not be a threat."

Alastor's ever-present smile tightened, a spark of something fierce flashing in his eyes.

He stood from his chair, as if he meant to walk away—when he leaned over Lucifer, hand gripping the sofa either side of his head, his voice dropping to a low, serious tone that the alpha had rarely heard from him.

"You fail to understand," Alastor said, his words sharp and deliberate. "You could always hurt me. Alphas are always capable of hurting omegas. It's a simple fact of our biology."

Lucifer opened his mouth to protest, but Alastor held up a hand, silencing him.

"But here's what you're missing," Alastor continued, his gaze boring into Lucifer's. "I trust you. Your shellshock, your nightmares—they don't change that. I choose to be here, knowing full well what you are, and what you're capable of."

The weight of Alastor's words hung in the air between them.

Lucifer’s earlier protests dying on his lips.

Alastor's smile softened slightly, seeing the impact of his words.

"Good," he said, his tone lightening. "Now that we've cleared that up, shall we go home? I’m rather glad to have you accompanying me on the walk back."

Without waiting for a response, Alastor turned and began gathering his things. Lucifer watched him, still processing the omega's declaration of trust.

As Alastor led the way out of the radio station, Lucifer followed, a newfound weight settling over him.

🎶Midnight brought us sweet romance

I know all my whole life through

I’ll be remembering you, whatever else I do

Midnight with the stars and you🎵

🎙️ "Can’t give you anything but love... well, maybe a bit more. Stay tuned for Billie Holiday’s ‘I Can’t Give You Anything But Love.’"

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️Part 9

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Only You by The Platters

🎙️“Only you... such simple words, but oh, the weight they carry. In this moment, dear listeners, our lovers draw closer, pulled by something far more powerful than mere attraction. There’s vulnerability here, a tenderness that no one else has ever touched…And in the stillness, it becomes clear—there’s only one soul who could ever make them feel whole.”🎙️

🎵Only you can make this world seem right Only you can make the darkness bright🎵

The midday sun painted Alastor's apartment in a soft, golden hue as he gazed out the window, his heart still racing from the night's events. The city below was stirring with the bustle of a lazy Sunday, but inside, time seemed suspended in a perfect moment.

Alastor's fingers traced his lips, still tingling from Lucifer's kisses from before he slipped away to start the coffeepot.

He came back to the room to see the alpha sprawled inelegantly across the bed, snoozing again, laying out on his stomach, sheet draped low on his hips. A now familiar warmth spread through Alastor's chest that was becoming intoxicating.

What was unfamiliar, was Lucifer’s shirtless form—his bare back was directly in the light and putting all of his intricate ink on display.

Unlike the swirling designs that decorated his forearms—darkest and most intricate at his fingers before becoming sparse and faded at his elbows—the filigree along his back formed an image that was far from abstract.

They were wings.

Not just one pair, either. Six wings framed along the alpha’s spine. The topmost pair were the largest, the tips of their feathers curled over Lucifer’s shoulders and his biceps from behind and no doubt graced his collar bones enough that Alastor had seen them in the dark the other night.

The middle pair of wings stretched full across the center of his back and framed his ribs.

And the final set of feathers arched over Lucifer’s lower back, hugging his hips and drawing down his thighs, below where the sheet rose up to cover the alpha’s lower body.

Everything in Alastor wanted to touch. To trace every line of each tattoo. 

He longed to know where and why and how—but he knew those were the memories that belong to Lucifer, the soldier.

An entirely different man from the one laying in his bed.

And Alastor…didn’t want him to relive that pain.

A sleepy sound from the blonde drove away the omega’s sudden realization that he cared for anyone’s agony but his own—and a soft smile came to the omega’s lips

"Mm…Is it morning already?" Lucifer's voice was husky with sleep.

“Not at all,” Alastor assuaged, “In fact it’s well past noon, you’ve missed the morning entirely.”

“Thank you, dear,” Lucifer let out a sleepy groan, burying his face in a pillow.

Alastor padded over to the bed, drinking in the sight of Lucifer's tousled hair and sleepy eyes.

“You’re quite welcome, darling.”

As he sat on the edge, Lucifer reached for his hand, intertwining their fingers.

🎶When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do You’re my dream come true, my one and only you🎵

“You certainly deserve to be exhausted.” Alastor soothed, a genuine tone in his voice. “Last night was…’

"Incredible," Lucifer finished, wrapping his other arm around Alastor and pulling him close.

Their lips met in a slow, languid kiss. Alastor marveled at how natural it felt, how exquisitely they fit together. When they parted, he rested his forehead against Lucifer's, breathing him in.

"I've never felt like this before," Alastor admitted softly. "It's almost overwhelming."

Lucifer cupped Alastor's face tenderly. "In a good way, I hope?"

“In the best way.” Alastor nodded, leaning into the touch, leaning over Lucifer’s bare torso. “I just…I want more.”

"More of what?" Lucifer's thumb stroked Alastor's cheek.

"More of you. More of this," Alastor gestured between them. "More of everything.”

“You can have more.” Lucifer moved to sit up, cupping the omega’s face and bringing him close. “You can have anything you want, sweetheart.”

Alastor's pulse quickened as he leaned in to kiss Lucifer again, impatient, desperate, his breath coming in short, rapid bursts.

The intensity of his desire caught him off guard, a tidal wave of emotion he couldn't resist.

"I want this, Lucifer. I want you." Alastor breathed against the alpha’s lips.

“You have me,” the blonde said, and the endearing earnestness of his voice was the only thing that kept the brunette from rolling his eyes.

How did they always come back to this? Trying to throw himself at the only alpha in the world who just wanted to catch him and hold him but not pin him down and—

🎵Only you and you alone can thrill me like you do And fill my heart with love for only you🎵

Alastor needed to make his wishes much, much more plain.

The omega let out a weak growl of his own, placing a hand on Lucifer’s chest and pushing him back on the bed to straddle him.

“Whoa, okay. Good morning.” The alpha chuckled, but the glee in his eyes seemed to stifle when he looked up at Alastor. “We don’t have to rush, sweetheart.”

Lucifer's steady hand covered Alastor’s on his chest.

The sheer frustration was nearly impossible to mask.

“I’m not sure how much more conspicuous I can make my desires here.” 

He leaned over Lucifer. So this brilliant, wonderful, infuriating alpha could look at nothing else.

 “I want you. Take me. Have me. Fuck—”

Alastor’s hazel eyes flared as Lucifer had the audacity to clap a hand over his mouth—and the omega had to fight the audacious urge to bite his ink-covered fingers.

“I’m sorry.” Lucifer blurted at once. “It’s just, if I hear your voice saying ‘fuck me,’ I might just lose what’s left of my mind.”

Alastor snorted a laugh as Lucifer’s palm fell from his lips, though the hand just cupped his face, brushing adoringly over his cheek…so Alastor allowed it to stay despite his obvious irritation.

He leaned in closer to Lucifer, his voice dropping to an enticing whisper. "And why, pray tell, are you resisting?" 

The words 'rejecting me' danced on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them back, unwilling to reveal that bare that vulnerability.

Lucifer's gaze softened. The alpha's hesitation was palpable, and Alastor found himself holding his breath, waiting for his response.

"Because," the blonde began, his voice low and tinged with concern. He paused, seemingly gathering his thoughts. 

It took every bit of patience Alastor had to wait and swallow his own anticipation.

Finally, Lucifer continued, "Because I'm worried that you're not ready, and that you won't tell me you're not—and that I'll end up hurting you."

The admission hung between them, heavy with implication. 

Alastor's mind whirled, processing Lucifer's words. Somehow, such affection, such consideration from the alpha, still managed to catch him off guard. 

It stirred and infuriated him in equal measure.

Alastor let out a soft, melodious laugh, his eyes dancing with fondness for this ludicrous romantic of a man. 

"My darling sweet alpha," he purred, his voice as smooth as honey laced with poison, a tone he had perfected. "pain is an inevitability in life. Why, I'd be disappointed if there wasn't a touch of…discomfort."

He watched Lucifer's face carefully, noting the slight furrowing of his brow.  

The blonde was doing that irritating, endearing thing he did. Trying to see through Alastor's carefully chosen words, artlessly blundering right into the assailable, squishy heart of the omega. 

So, without warning, Alastor closed the distance between them, pressing his lips against Lucifer's in a searing kiss. His hands snaked up to tangle in the alpha's hair, pulling him closer.

In the omega’s mind, pain wasn't just possible—it was a certainty. He played his charm and looks so freely, but his virginity was the most powerful card in his hand.

And he had been careful to protect it. 

To cultivate the unspoiled scent of unmated omega. It was the first thing alphas noticed about him, and it always gave Alastor the upper hand.

The pain was the proof in advertising. The gift he would give to the highest bidder—and to think, days ago, that had alpha would have been Vox.

Alastor knew the choice he was making. Aware that he was lowering his value as an omega but…he didn’t care any more. 

These fleeting days with this beautiful alpha had changed Alastor, changed what he wanted out of life. Thinking that Lucifer had left  yesterday morning had made the omega realize what he would regret losing, and what he wouldn’t.

🎶Oh, only you can make all this change in me

For it’s true, you are my destiny🎵

Lucifer had shown him pleasure he couldn’t imagine before. All from his gentleness, his affection, his simple goodness.

Alastor wanted the first thing inside him to be this alpha. Who cared for him.

So yes, Alastor expected pain. His first time could be nothing less—but Lucifer was a romanticist. And Alastor wouldn’t let him know how much it hurt.

Breaking the kiss, Alastor's nimble fingers moved to the buttons of his own sleepshirt. With a fluid motion, he shed the garment, drawing his fingers down his lithe form. 

His gaze locked with Lucifer's as he traced the faded marks on his hips—remnants of their previous encounter, where the alpha had grabbed him and guided him.

“I bruised you…?”

"Don't you remember how much I enjoyed this?" Alastor murmured, guiding Lucifer's hand to the marks.

“You did?”

“Yes.” Alastor suppressed a shiver at the contact, his skin tingling where the alpha touched him. "I may be the weaker sex, but I'm not some delicate flower, darling."

Lucifer's eyes darkened with desire, his resolve visibly wavering as he traced the marks on Alastor's narrow hips. 

The omega felt a thrill of victory surge through him. He leaned in close, his lips brushing the other’s ear as he whispered, “I know how you love my voice, Lucifer.” Alastor's voice took on a teasing lilt as he continued, “If you’d rather I use sweeter words, I am amenable…I rather adore the romantic you are.”

Lucifer's breath hitched, his hands tightening on Alastor deliciously. 

"There’s…nothing wrong with being a little sentimental," the alpha admitted, a hint of fragility in his voice.

Seizing the moment, Alastor pressed his advantage. "Then make love to me, Lucifer," he purred, his fingers tracing patterns on the alpha's chest. "Show me how a good alpha loves."

With a growl that sent shivers down Alastor's spine, Lucifer suddenly lifted him, powerful hands gripping his thighs. Alastor found himself on his back, the alpha looming over him. 

Unlike before, there was no flinch, no hesitation in Alastor's actions. He welcomed the weight of Lucifer's body, his legs wrapping around the alpha's waist.

"Is this what you want?" Lucifer breathed, his eyes searching Alastor's face.

Alastor grinned, sharp and tantalizing. "Oh, darling, you have no idea," he purred, rolling his hips upward invitingly. 

“Wanted you since the moment I saw you.”

"Then have me. I can take it.” Alastor's voice dropped to a sultry whisper, his lips brushing Lucifer's ear as the other’s mouth was at his mating gland. “Blood doesn’t phase me.”

Lucifer froze, his body suddenly tense above Alastor. He pulled back, his golden eyes wide with concern. "Blood? Alastor, what are you talking about?"

The omega blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Lucifer's reaction. The man just could not let anything go, could he?

The brunette quickly composed himself, forcing a nonchalant smile.

 "Oh, come now, don't tell me you're squeamish. It's perfectly natural, isn't it? The first time always hurts a bit."

Lucifer's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Alastor intently.

 Despite the omega's casual tone, there was something in his eyes—a flicker of apprehension, quickly masked but unmistakable to the perceptive alpha.

"Really, darling, it's nothing to fuss over. I assure you, I'm quite prepared for any…discomfort." He downplayed, reaching for the alpha again.

Lucifer's expression softened, his golden eyes filled with understanding and gentle affection. He cupped Alastor's face in his hands, his touch feather-light. 

"Oh, sweetheart," he murmured, "it doesn't have to hurt at all. Not if we do this right."

Alastor's brow furrowed, skepticism clear in his hazel eyes. "What do you mean?" 

He knew his alpha was lovey-dovey, but this was downright fanciful.

"You've never had anything inside you before, so we can practice first." Lucifer pacified, pressing a soft kiss to Alastor's forehead. 

"Practice?" Alastor echoed, his usual fluency deserting him. His mind whirled with confusion and a whiff of anticipation. “Are you…saying you won’t… knot me?”

“I will, I will. If that’s what you want…just, not right now.”

Alastor could not hide his frustration now. He gave a rather melodramatic groan and flopped back against the bed. “Must you stymie my every attempt at—“

Lucifer interrupted, not with his words but by sliding his hand down into Alastor's silk pajama pants.

“I’m not tryin’ to stop ya, sweetheart, y’know I wanna give ya anything ya want.”

The omega's breath hitched as Lucifer's fingers teased over his pussy, finding him wet and already willing, those digits sending sparks of pleasure through him.

"Let me use my mouth on you," Lucifer suggested, his voice low and rumbling. "I'll make you come that way first. Then, when you're relaxed and ready, we can try with my fingers inside you. How does that sound?"

Alastor bit at his bottom lip, hating the way Lucifer eased off his touching to let him think. As much as he needed it.

 He'd never imagined there could be so much…preparation involved. Part of him wanted to protest, to insist he could handle more, but the affection in Lucifer's eyes made him pause. 

And want to give in. And give up his plans. Let himself be lead.

🎵 Oh-oh, only you can make all this change in me

For it’s true, you are my destiny🎵

Alastor slid his hands up Lucifer’s chest, gripping the alpha’s shoulders. He swallowed hard, finding his voice.

"I…suppose that would be acceptable," he managed, his usual bravado faltering in the face of Lucifer's loving proposition.

Lucifer's lips curved into a soft smile, but Alastor wasn't finished. 

A glimmer of his trademark scheming returned to his eyes as he added, "On one condition, my dear."

"Oh?" Lucifer raised an eyebrow.

"I finally get to use my mouth on you as well. It's only fair, wouldn't you agree?"

For an instant, Lucifer appeared surprised. Then, his face melted into longing and fondness.

"You drive a hard bargain, darling." Lucifer chuckled, running a hand through Alastor's hair. "But I’ll take it, gladly."

Alastor's heart skipped a beat at the endearment, though he'd never admit it. Instead, he leaned into Lucifer's touch, a thrill of anticipation running through him. 

Lucifer's golden gaze was locked onto Alastor, desire and adoration in his eyes. His lips traced a path from the hollow of Alastor's throat to the sensitive skin of his inner thighs, leaving a trail of tingling warmth in their wake. The omega gasped as Lucifer's mouth found its way to his clit, a soft whimper escaping him.

"Alright?" Lucifer asked, looking up at Alastor with concern etched on his face.

Alastor nodded, too breathless to speak. Needing Lucifer’s mouth to stay right where it fucking was. His lips made Alastor squirm—but that damnable tongue.

Lucifer smirked at the reassurance, drawing a teasing lick between Alastor’s folds—that drew an indignant sound from the omega—that he would dare stop.

“Must you…” the brunette groaned, letting his arm fall on the pillow above his head. “Be such a fucking tease?”

He grinned when his crude turn of phrase got exactly the reaction he wanted. Lucifer shuddered a groan against his slicked center, making him tremble in turn.

“Oh, fuck…sorry.” The alpha said, with a very un-sorry looking smile.

“Don’t waste time apologizing when you could be—ah!”

Lucifer’s tongue swirled around Alastor's clit with practiced ease while his fingers kneaded into the omega's trembling thighs. Each flick of sent shocks of pleasure coursing through Alastor's body until he was writhing.

The world seemed to narrow down to just this moment, just this feeling.

When Alastor came, it was with a cry that he had to stifle in the crook of his elbow. His body convulsed, and the alpha lapped at every wave, dragging it on until the omega was thoroughly undone.

But Lucifer didn't stop there.

As Alastor lay panting and spent on the bed, the blonde moved over him again. Lips shiny with slick.

Alastor’s mouth watered at the thought of a kiss when his breath hitched. The alpha was running the tip of his finger around his entrance, teasing at the muscle, like he was trying to ease his body before invading it.

Alastor felt his face and torso flush, like he’d never cooled from his pleasure, and quickly turned his cheek into the crook of his arm.

“Hey,” the alpha said, his voice a soft growl, contrasting with compassion and raw desire. “Look at me.”

Alastor felt a whine building in his throat. The sensation, the anticipation, the…uncertainty of what his face would do when Lucifer pushed a digit inside him.

If it hurt, Alastor didn’t want to show it. He didn’t want Lucifer to pull away over a moment of pain—not when another alpha would barely give him the consideration to slow down.

“Must I?” the omega murmured against his own skin.

“Yeah, sweetheart.” The alpha hummed. “I’ll do whatever ya want. Just lemme see your face.”

Alastor dropped his arm, needing a moment to wet his dried lips before he could look up at the alpha.

He wasn’t prepared for the devastatingly adoring look in those golden eyes. His past encounters had been hurried, impersonal affairs that left him feeling used, never satisfied. This was heartbreaking. As was the way Lucifer leaned in and kissed Alastor so sweetly.

Finally, the alpha slid a finger into him for the first time. And the omega gasped against his mouth. The sensation was alien but not unpalatable—he didn’t even feel a sting.

What he did feel, was hot. Achingly slick. As he gripped the alpha’s shoulders for dear life—and his pussy clenched eagerly around the intrusion.

"You okay?" Lucifer asked again, pausing as he waited for Alastor's response.

"Yes," Alastor breathed out after a moment. "Please…keep going."

“Easy, tiger.” The alpha chuckled, but encouraged by those words, he began moving his finger slowly within him.

But this was different. Lucifer moved with a softness that belied his rugged exterior, his golden eyes locked onto Alastor's face as if studying every flicker of emotion that crossed it.

Then, without warning, that single digit curled inside him, finding a sensation he never knew existed. A gasp tore from Alastor's throat as waves of pleasure radiated from that one spot. He could feel his body responding instinctively, clenching around the intrusion in an attempt to draw it deeper.

Lucifer paused at the reaction, a slow smile spreading across his face as he realized what he'd found. He pressed against the mark again and Alastor nearly bucked off the bed with the intensity of the thrill.

"Easy," Lucifer murmured soothingly. "Just breathe."

Before Alastor could respond or even catch his lungful properly, another finger joined the first one. The stretch was unsettling for a moment before pleasure quickly overcame any discomfort with the way Lucifer curved his fingers.

The dual sensations—of being filled and stimulated in such an intimate way—were overwhelming in their intensity but utterly addictive. It was like nothing Alastor had ever experienced before—sweet torment that made him want more, even as he feared he might shatter under its potency.

The perpetually composed omega found himself a mess under the blonde’s hand, clinging to Lucifer, gasping against his mouth, unable to escape those angel eyes.

The blonde’s free hand was in his hair, pushing it away from his face, pinning the omega in place as he pleasured him.

Alastor found himself teetering on the edge of another climax faster than he could have imagined. When he felt Lucifer shift his hand and circle his swollen clit.

The omega’s tongue fumbled over every word he’d ever known—he couldn’t even get out Lucifer’s name.

All he could gasp out, was “alpha.”

When his second orgasm hit, it was even more fierce than the first. His body clenched around Lucifer's fingers as waves of bliss washed over him, leaving him shaking and panting.

Lucifer held him through it all, whispering words of comfort and praise until Alastor's breathing finally began to slow. He looked up at Lucifer with wide hazel eyes.

Lucifer smiled back at him, his golden eyes softening with affection.

“Didn’t know you could be left speechless.”

Alastor nodded fervently, unable to form words as ripples of ecstasy swept through him. His mind reeled, caught between the physical sensations and the emotional severity of the moment. He'd never felt so vulnerable, yet so cherished. It was a connection that seemed to transcend the boundaries he'd always clung to.

Alastor's breath came in short, ragged gasps as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away. His body trembled against the bed, legs still splayed around the alpha, overcome by a surge of desire and affection.

"Lucifer," he whispered, his voice husky with need. “Can I…please.” Alastor needed to make his alpha feel even a fraction of this. As good and as…complete as he felt now.

Lucifer's eyes met his, patient and encouraging. "What do you want, Alastor?"

“To finally get my mouth on you.”

A low growl rumbled in Lucifer's chest. "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Alastor nodded, already sliding a hand down Lucifer's body. “There’s only one thing I want more—but I sense you won’t let me have that yet.”

“Well, I mean, it’s not that I don’t—”

With mild pressure, Alastor pushed Lucifer back onto the bed. As he positioned himself between the alpha's legs, a tingle ran through him. This was and wasn’t like anything he’d done before, when he'd been forced to his knees. This was his choice, his desire.

"Tell me if I do something you don’t—," Alastor murmured, his hands running up Lucifer's thighs.

Lucifer's fingers tangled in Alastor's hair. "You're perfect," he murmured.

Alastor took Lucifer into his mouth, feeling the familiar weight on his tongue. But this, was different.

Lucifer gave an appreciative groan, collapsing back against the pillows as he obviously tried not to buck up into the tight heat.

Alastor settled his hands on the alpha’s hip and thigh, the blonde’s legs spread to make room for him…and the omega was struck by how different it felt to be in control. He set the pace, relishing in Lucifer's reactions.

It was empowering, arousing, and entirely bewitching.

The omega ducked his head, taking the alpha’s cock down his throat only as far as he could handle, before sucking his way back to the heated pink tip.

"Alastor," Lucifer moaned, his hips lifting slightly.

Alastor hummed in response, lost in the heady rush of giving pleasure rather than receiving it. He'd never imagined it could feel like this.

With every gasp and shudder from Lucifer, Alastor felt a surge of pride and desire. When the alpha grabbed for his head, the omega didn’t flinch at his touch.

This, he realized, was what it meant to truly want someone. To give oneself freely, joyfully. And in that moment, Alastor knew he never wanted to stop.

"Oh fuck, Alastor," Lucifer gasped, his voice trembling. "That feels so fucking good."

So the alpha wasn’t the most articulate dirty talker—then again, every word had left Alastor’s brain when he was the one being pleasured. He would have to amend that.

Alastor pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Does it now?" he teased, his tongue darting out to trace along Lucifer's length.

“Yes.” Lucifer's hips bucked involuntarily.

Alastor cupped the head of Lucifer’s cock in his hand, giving it all of his tongue’s attention.

“Tell me, how much you love my mouth on you.”

“Fuck, Alastor…the way ya talk. ” Lucifer whined. Though the omega didn’t take it easy on him—he swallowed the alpha’s cock down again.

The omega purred against his length, his own long fingers fitting to the tattooed feather tips along the alpha’s pale thighs. He’d been upset at Lucifer for being a tease. But he also knew how much the alpha liked the sound of his voice.

Alastor took his time, savoring every reaction, every desperate touch. He alternated between slow, languid strokes and more intense attention, driving Lucifer to the edge and then backing off.

"Do you like how I sound when I’m sucking your cock?” He grinned, feeling how his voice roughened with every intrusion down his throat. “Ask me, alpha. Ask to come down my throat.”

"Alastor," Lucifer panted, his hands now gripping the sheets with that busing strength. "I'm close…I can't…"

Taking pity on the alpha, Alastor increased his efforts, bringing Lucifer to a shuddering climax. He felt the alpha’s come, thick and hot, down his throat.

The taste nearly brought back every other memory—but Alastor refused to allow it.

As Lucifer came down from his high, Alastor moved up to lie beside him, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. Belying the familiar, dirty feeling after he’d been made use of.

Lucifer pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Like there was nothing filthy about the taste on Alastor’s tongue.

"That was…fuck you’re amazing," he murmured against Alastor's lips.

The omega leaned into him, kissing him hard, desperate. There was something…he needed. Needed more of.

But he could feel the alpha’s exhaustion as he rested a hand on the blonde’s chest.

“Y’alright?” Lucifer asked, and there was a sluggishness to the way he spoke that made Alastor bite his bottom lip, settling for nuzzling up along the alpha’s cheek.

“Yes, of course.”

“What’s wrong?” Lucifer said at once, his cozy laziness gone as he turned towards him on the bed.

“Nothing, it’s nothing like that,” Alastor said quickly, pressing his still slick thighs together. Before the confession fell off his tongue. “I just…I feel empty now…”

Lucifer pulled back slightly, his eyes meeting Alastor's. Before that frown tugged back into a smile. “I think…I can help with that.” Alastor’s brow furrowed, wondering how—when those tattooed fingers wound their way back between his legs.

Alastor felt his heart skip a beat. This hope bloomed in his chest. Just craving more of the alpha’s time, and attention, and his affection.

Lucifer obliged without Alastor having to beg.

"Can I…?" Lucifer whispered, his hand sliding higher.

Alastor nodded, enthralled. "Please."

With exquisite care, Lucifer eased his fingers back inside Alastor, eliciting a soft gasp. He moved slowly, reverently, curling those digits—not to stroke and drag more pleasure from him. But just stay inside him…like a knot.

"Is this okay?" Lucifer murmured, pressing gentle kisses along Alastor's jaw.

"More than okay," Alastor breathed, relaxing against the alpha again. "It's perfect."

Their lips met in a tender kiss that quickly deepened, conveying unspoken emotions.

Lucifer gathered Alastor in his arm and pulled him close. They lay entwined, a tangle of limbs and shared warmth.

As Alastor gazed into Lucifer's eyes, the world seemed to fall away. His heart raced, not from exertion, but from a sudden, overwhelming realization.

“…I never knew it could be like this.”

The words hung in the air, charged with emotion. Alastor's chest tightened with elation and terror coursing through him.

Lucifer's eyes widened, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "Alastor…"

The omega closed his eyes, because he could bear to pull away…as much as he couldn’t bear to be seen.

He felt Lucifer slide his arm from under him, threading their fingers together to press a kiss to his knuckles.

And Alastor finally relaxed in another’s hold.

🎶When you hold my hand, I understand the magic that you do You’re my dream come true, my one and only you

(one and only you)🎶

🎙️ "Ah, you send me, darling... and we’ll see where love leads with Sam Cooke’s ‘You Send Me’ next." 🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 8

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Let’s Face the Music and Dance by Nat King Cole

🎙️“Ah, there’s nothing quite like a dance to shake off the shadows, is there, my dear listeners? Tonight, our couple steps onto the floor, spinning in rhythm with secrets that have yet to be revealed. But don’t be fooled by the music’s sweet charm. For every step they take, they’re dancing ever closer to the edge. We will all have to face the music, but for tonight…shall we dance?”🎙️

🎶There may be trouble ahead,

But while there’s moonlight,

And music and love and romance.

Let’s face the music and dance🎵

The roar of the motorcycle engine thrummed through Lucifer's body as he leaned into a curve, feeling Alastor's arms tighten around his waist. The wind whipped through their hair, carrying the sweet scent of wildflowers from the fields blurring past.

Lucifer grinned, exhilarated by the speed and the closeness of his omega.

Shit. His omega?

He was getting in real deep already, wasn’t he?

As if he hadn’t known last night. And this morning in his kitchen. And right now, when not even their sunset ride could compare to how beautiful Alastor was.

"How ya doing back there?" Lucifer called over his shoulder, glancing briefly at his side mirror.

Alastor's wide smile was infectious. "I’ve never been better!" he responded over the roar of the wind.

Lucifer's chest swelled with pride. He loved how Alastor embraced the thrill of the ride, and how he wasn't afraid to let loose with the alpha.

It already felt miles away from the prim and proper omega he’d met eyes with last night.

Hell, even watching him get dressed this morning had been captivating.

Alastor’s version of casual was a polo and high-waisted plaid slacks with matching belt. When Lucifer told him that it would be a longer ride, the omega slipped on a red jacket that brought the whole thing together—those bold choices that drew eyes and turned heads.

Always managed to make a statement, brilliant man.

"You know," Lucifer mused, slowing the bike as they passed through a sleepy town with white picket fences, "I half expected you to insist on wearing one of your suits for this little excursion."

“My dear, even I know the impracticality of formal wear on a motorcycle.” Alastor's laughter tickled the back of Lucifer's neck. “Though I must admit, I was tempted."

Lucifer shook his head, amused. "Of course you were. But this look is more…" he paused, searching for the right word, "free."

Alastor gave a soft chuckle that Lucifer didn’t have any idea how to interpret.

“You did say I would need to be free to dance, did you not?”

“Well, I’m glad you are.”

🎵And while we still have the chance

Let’s face the music and dance🎵

As they left the town behind, Lucifer felt Alastor rest his cheek against his back. The simple gesture sent an affection spreading through his chest like a warm shot of whiskey.

"I never pegged you for a motorcycle enthusiast," Lucifer said, curiosity getting the better of him. Especially that first night.

"Lucifer, darling," Alastor responded with a sly grin, his voice rich with a purr. “You've only just begun to scratch the surface.” "I'm counting on it." Lucifer smirked, hoping against hope that invitation wasn’t just the charm talking.

This day with Alastor was shaping up to be full of revelations, and he couldn't wait to uncover more layers of his intriguing omega.

🎶Soon, we’ll be without the moon

Humming a different tune, and then🎵

The roar of the motorcycle engine faded as Lucifer pulled into a small clearing. Before them stood an old swing hall, its weathered wooden exterior a testament to decades of revelry. Towering trees surrounded the building, their leaves rustling softly in contrast to the lively jazz spilling from within.

"Ready for a wild ride?" He offered his companion a hand, before dismounting with a sly grin on his lips.

“Another?” Alastor's hazel eyes shimmered with curiosity and a touch of apprehension as he placed his hand in Lucifer's. “More or less so than the ride you just took me on?”

“Sweetheart, that was nothing.” Lucifer let out a low chuckle, leading Alastor towards the pulsating heart of the juke joint. “I was practically tame as a kitten for ya.”

"Is that so?" Alastor's teasing retort had the alpha almost ready to abandon his evening plans, just for the chance of some alone time with the brunette.

No. Nope. Date first. Alastor deserved a little woo.

Probably more than a little, but Lucifer was rusty at the whole courting thing.

“Yep, cause that was just the appetizer.” The blonde said, with a showman’s flair as he straightened his leather jacket. “For when I show ya what real dancing looks like—not that hoity-toity shit back at the supper club.”

“Darling, I hope you don’t think that was the extent of my ability.” Alastor raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t have a reputation throughout New Orleans for nothing.”

“Sweetheart, if you keep letting that accent slip, we’re not going to make it through the doors.“ Lucifer grinned coyly up at him.

Confusion flickered over Alastor’s face, like he hadn’t realized his mother tongue had emerge—before the smile was back in place. “Lead the way, Lucifer.”

As they neared the entrance, the rhythm of swing music grew louder, its contagious beat already causing their feet to twitch in anticipation.

The sight that met them was electric—bodies twisting and swaying across worn-out wooden planks slick with spilled beer and years of dancing shoes scuffing against it. The air was dense with the scent of cheap booze mingling with an array of perfumes and colognes.

Alastor drew in a deep breath—nostalgia briefly flitting across his face before being replaced by the excitement that echoed in his scent. “Goodness…it's been ages since I've stepped foot into such an establishment.”

Lucifer watched with fascination as Alastor’s usual refined demeanor gave way to unchecked eagerness—a rare glimpse into who Alastor might have been before the world and its expectations weighed him down.

It made the alpha wonder about this dancing reputation during the war.

"Well then," Lucifer said, extending his hand again, "wanna see who has to keep up with who?"

Alastor's grin broadened, a voracious glint flashing in his eyes. "Oh, my dear," he murmured, accepting the offered hand with a playful squeeze, "I thought you'd never ask."

🎶So while there’s moonlight

And music and love and romance

Let’s face the music and dance 🎶

Lucifer led Alastor onto the dance floor with a gentle tug, their bodies effortlessly falling into sync with the lively rhythm of the swing music.

The omega's initial shock at Lucifer's daring move quickly transformed into pure delight as they jitterbugged together.

"Well, I'll be," Alastor commented, his voice lowered to not compete with the music, "I didn't anticipate you being so…skilled at this, darling."

A chuckle rumbled from Lucifer as he smoothly guided Alastor through a series of rock steps. "You're not the only one who can pull off a surprise or two."

Their first few Lindy Hop steps were slightly clumsy, both testing out each other's rhythm and style. But Lucifer was pleasantly surprised by Alastor's innate elegance—how his slender body seemed to predict each step before it happened.

As they found their groove amidst the East Coast Swing, Lucifer allowed himself to truly unwind, basking in having Alastor in his arms. He marveled at the way they moved in perfect unison amongst the sea of twirling dancers, drawing looks over shoulders and mirrored grins.

"You've got some serious moves there, Al." Lucifer said while performing an inside turn that had Alastor spinning back into his embrace.

“Oh darling, you've barely seen what I'm capable of.” Alastor's eyes twinkled with playful rebelliousness. "Fancy trying something a little more…daring?"

“Of course—” He’d barely finished before the omega was taking the lead, throwing the alpha’s footwork for a moment and making him step back.

Lucifer couldn't help but smile at Alastor's boldness, his competitive side flaring up at the omega's challenge. He tightened his grip on Alastor's waist.

The music shifted to a faster tempo and without missing a beat, Lucifer followed Alastor's lead, their feet moving in perfect unison as they switched between Charleston and Lindy Hop steps. The energy between them was electric, both determined to outdo the other.

Alastor's footwork was intricate and precise, every step executed with grace and ease. Lucifer could feel the heat radiating off of him and it only fueled his desire to keep up.

Their bodies moved effortlessly together. It was as if they were in their own little world, completely oblivious to anyone else.

"Well," Alastor said fervently, "I must say that was quite impressive."

"I could say the same for you," Lucifer replied as he caught his breath.

A impish glint flashed in Alastor's eyes before he suddenly spun away from Lucifer, and the alpha pulled him back.

The blonde wrapped an arm around his waist. And he saw it. The moment Alastor let himself be captured.

As they swirled and swayed across the dance floor—faces tantalizingly close—Lucifer felt a surge of energy coursing through him.

“Remember what I said I’d do last night?” He hummed up at the omega.

This time, he didn’t need any hints to read the utterly perplexed look on the man’s face.

“Not that.” Lucifer teased. “The other thing.”

The alpha retreated, allowing Alastor to twirl away from him in a graceful arc. As the omega's back met his chest, he swiftly caught both of Alastor’s hands within his own.

“What are you doing?” Alastor's voice was barely above a whisper, laced with curiosity and apprehension.

"Trust me," Lucifer murmured back, his voice a soothing balm against the uncertainty. He maintained his gentle grip on Alastor's hands, guiding the omega's right over his left shoulder. This maneuver prompted Alastor to swivel around, their gazes locking in an intimate exchange.

In one fluid motion, Lucifer encircled Alastor’s middle with his arms, pulling him closer. The understanding dawned on Alastor almost instantly; he tightened his hold on Lucifer’s shoulder in a silent assent.

With calculated precision, Lucifer took a step forward with his right foot and elegantly dipped Alastor over his left leg. His strong arms cradled the omega effortlessly, supporting every inch of the long-legged omega.

Alastor responded by curling up his left leg, allowing it to dangle freely off the ground. Their bodies intertwined—intimate, a spellbinding connection quivering between them.

"Told ya I could dip ya," Lucifer smirked confidently.

Though all of his gloating went still when he looked into Alastor’s eyes, mesmerized by the raw emotion he saw there.

Suddenly, as if acting on instinct, the omega closed the gap between them, pressing his lips against Lucifer's in a bold, fervent kiss.

Time seemed to stop.

The music became a distant echo; the other dancers were just shadows in their periphery. All Lucifer could concentrate on was the softness of Alastor's lips and the warmth of his body cradled in his arms—the intoxicating scent of his omega filling his senses.

When they finally broke apart, both panting lightly, Lucifer couldn't help but smile. "Well now," he murmured with desire lacing his tone, "You are full of surprises. Aren't you?"

"I did warn you." Alastor's eyes shone with more than just mischief.

“And I told you,” Lucifer said gently, just for Alastor. “ I’m up for the challenge.”

They resumed their dance with a newfound amity infusing every move. Lucifer found himself entranced by each subtle shift in Alastor's body—every fleeting touch and shared look.

🎶Before the fiddlers have fled

Before they ask us to pay the bill

And while we still have the chance

Let’s face the music and dance🎵

As the night wore on, they lost themselves in the rhythm, in each other. Laughter bubbled up between them, punctuated by whispered endearments and playful banter. With each song, Lucifer felt himself falling deeper under Alastor's spell, marveling at the bold, beguiling omega who had so thoroughly captured his heart.

♫ ♫ ♫

The sultry notes of the last song faded, replaced by the calm chirping of crickets as Lucifer and Alastor stepped out into the cool night.

Sweat glistened on their brows, a testament to their enthusiastic dancing as they shed their coats to get some air.

Lucifer watched as Alastor tilted his head back, inhaling deeply, his chest rising and falling with each breath.

"I must say," Alastor began, his voice tinged with admiration, "I've never had an alpha keep up with me on the dance floor quite like that."

Lucifer's lips curled into a smirk. "Is that so? I'm flattered."

“It’s not flattery if it’s true.” Alastor shot back, lips curling as he gave the alpha’s line back to him.

Alastor had yet to let go of his hand since they’d left the dance floor, and Lucifer was really hoping he wouldn’t. Instead, the omega drew them both down to sit on the old cracking concrete steps of the dance floor. The brunette surprised him by scooting down a step so he could lean back against the blonde’s legs.

Alastor's eyes took on a faraway look.

"Back home…I used to dance all night with betas and other omegas." He paused, a wistful smile playing on his lips. "I miss it sometimes. The energy, the music, the sheer unbridled joy of it all."

"Sounds like quite the scene," Lucifer replied, studying Alastor's expression. "Perhaps we should visit New Orleans sometime. I'd love to see you in your element."

Alastor's eyes lit up at the suggestion, but he quickly schooled his features. "That would be…interesting," he said, his tone carefully neutral.

He was hiding something. Lucifer had learned him well enough to know that…but not enough to know what. Now just didn’t seem the time to push it.

The night sky stretching endlessly above them. Lucifer pulled out a cigarette case, offering one to Alastor with a raised eyebrow.

To his surprise, Alastor accepted without hesitation, his slender fingers plucking the cigarette with practiced ease. Lucifer's curiosity piqued.

Smoking was very un-omega-like. The alpha was sure that they still did it, but they didn’t let themselves be seen having a cigarette.

Alastor chuckled at Lucifer’s expression, leaning in as the alpha struck a match. "How many times do I have to tell you?" He said in a sing-song voice.

“There’s a lot I don’t know about you yet,” Lucifer intoned back to him, watching greedily as he watched Alastor inhale slowly. “I just can’t wait to learn.”

As they shared the cigarette between them, Lucifer couldn't help but admire how the starlight caught in Alastor's eyes and shown off his glasses, how the smoke curled around his sharp features.

"You know," Lucifer mused, taking a drag, "most would consider this quite unbecoming for an omega."

Alastor's laugh was low and rich. "I am beginning to care less and less for such trivialities."

Lucifer didn’t know why that made his ticker kick up like they were cutting a rug all over again.

He just found himself chuckling along, thoroughly captivated by Alastor's brazen charm. As they sat there, sharing smoke and conversation under the vast, star-studded sky, Lucifer realized he was in danger of falling harder than he'd ever intended.

Alastor leaned back against Lucifer’s leg, the gesture casual yet intimate. His voice, when he spoke, held its usual charisma, but there was an undercurrent of something deeper, something vulnerable.

"Lucifer, darling," he purred, fingers idly tracing patterns on the denim covering his other thigh, "I do hope you're planning to come home with me tonight. It would be such a shame to end this lovely evening alone."

A jolt of surprise electrified Lucifer's chest.

He knew Alastor well enough to recognize the carefully concealed uncertainty beneath the flirtatious facade. Tenderly, he wrapped an arm around Alastor's shoulders, pulling him closer.

"Of course, sweetheart," he murmured, pressing a kiss to Alastor's temple. "I wouldn't dream of being anywhere else."

He felt Alastor relax against him; the tension draining from his nimble frame. Lucifer marveled at how this enigmatic omega could be simultaneously so daring and so hesitant, so confident, yet so in need of reassurance.

"Excellent," Alastor chirped, his usual bravado returning. "Though I must say, I'm not quite ready for this night to end."

Lucifer grinned, an idea forming. "Then let's not end it just yet. I know just the place."

🎶Soon, we’ll be without the moon

Humming a different tune and then🎵

They mounted Lucifer's motorcycle once more, Alastor's arms wrapped securely around his waist as they wound their way up a winding road. The pre-dawn air was crisp against their faces, carrying the promise of a new day.

At last, they reached the crest of a hill overlooking the sleeping city. Lucifer cut the engine, and they dismounted, moving to stand at the edge of the overlook.

"This is...quite something." Alastor breathed, his eyes wide as he took in the view.

Lucifer watched Alastor's face, captivated by the play of emotions across his features. As the first rays of dawn began to paint the sky in soft pinks and golds, Alastor's expression softened into something almost wistful.

"You know," he said quietly, "I've never stayed up all night like this, except at the radio station. It's…different, seeing the sunrise from this side of things."

Lucifer nodded, understanding the unspoken sentiment. "It's more beautiful when you're not alone," he offered softly.

Alastor turned to him, a rare, genuine smile gracing his lips. "Yes," he agreed, "I believe it is."

Lucifer gazed at Alastor, admiring how the soft dawn light played across his features. With a gentle sigh, he said, "We should get you back home. You need some sleep before work."

Alastor's eyes sparkled, a coy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yes," he purred, leaning in close to Lucifer, his breath warm against the alpha's ear. "We should go back home."

The emphasis wasn't lost on Lucifer.

“Thought you might be tired of my company by now.”

Alastor chuckled, a low, melodious sound that felt like it tied the alpha up in ribbons. "On the contrary, my dear. I find myself quite…insatiable…when it comes to…your company."

Lucifer's mind reeled with the possibilities that single sentence suggested. He took a steadying breath, reminding himself to take things slow, to savor every moment with this ravishing omega.

"Well then," Lucifer said, fighting to keep his voice from going husky, "let's not keep you waiting."

He extended his hand to Alastor, who took it without hesitation.

As they walked back to the motorcycle, Lucifer couldn't help but marvel at how right it felt.

🎶There may be tear drops to shed

So while there’s moonlight

And music and love and romance

Let’s face the music and dance🎵

🎙️ "Only you... yes, only you can take us to the next step. The Platters are coming up with ‘Only You.’" 🎙️

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🎙️✨ Until the Devil’s Last Dance ✨🎙️ Part 6

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Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra

🎙️“Ah, two souls crossing paths under the cover of night, unaware of the impact they’ll have on one another. Isn’t it just delightful? Strangers they may be for now, but as the night unfolds... well, who’s to say what will remain come dawn? Perhaps these strangers are destined for something far greater than they could ever imagine.”🎙️

🎶Strangers in the night exchanging glances

Wondering in the night

What were the chances we’d be sharing love

Before the night was through🎵

Lucifer sank into the plush sofa, his heart racing as he tried to settle with his raging alpha instincts. 

The distant patter of the shower filtered through the walls of Alastor’s tiny apartment, a soothing rhythm that belied the hullabaloo in his mind. He ran a hand through his blonde hair, exhaling slowly.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes. 

The image of Alastor's flushed face and parted lips as he came, so pretty and so desperate, flashed behind his eyelids. The omega's scent still lingered in the air, a heady mix of black coffee and something uniquely Alastor that made Lucifer's mouth water.

He wanted more. Fuck. He wanted so much more.

He’d spend every second of the night easing his way past every ounce of composure that Alastor had. Drawing those sweet little sounds and sweeter slick from him until dawn came–

But the omega was, understandably, overwhelmed. And the smell of his distress had mired the sweetness of his scent.

The alpha wanted to soothe him. To ease it all away whichever way Alastor would let him—but when he said he needed a moment, Lucifer let him go.

Now the alpha was left restless, practically itching, trying to ignore the persistent ache between his legs. 

"Get it together," he chided himself. "You did the right thing."

But had he?

 The memory of Alastor's offer, those hazel eyes dark with desire, how pretty he’d look sucking Lucifer’s cock between those pretty pink lips of his. He wanted nothing more than to march into that bathroom and—

No. Nope. Ease off that throttle.

Lucifer clenched his fists, forcing the thought away. Alastor deserved better than to be used for some cheap thrill, even if he was the one offering it. He’d been through too much with shitty alphas like that bastard date of his. 

Lucifer was not going to be like the alphas that had used Alastor. He wanted to be more than that, to treat Alastor better than that. To be more to him—

🎶Something in my heart

Told me I must have you🎵

The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. Warmth bloomed in his chest, a feeling so foreign yet achingly familiar. 

Lucifer chuckled softly, shaking his head. It wasn’t this alpha’s first go around. He knew what it was like to fall in love, and he knew what it was like to fall apart. 

But, damn, falling felt so fucking good. 

"You're in deep, old boy," Lucifer murmured, chuckling at the old fool that he was. 

 But as he settled back into the sofa, listening to the quiet rustling from behind Alastor's closed door, Lucifer couldn't bring himself to regret a single moment that had led him here.

Alastor trusted him enough to stay the night, and Lucifer never wanted to leave.

The shower shut off abruptly, snapping Lucifer from his thoughts. He sat up straighter, grabbing his rumpled shirt to tug it back on. A smile tugged at his lips despite his inner conflict.

🎶Something in your eyes was so inviting

Something in your smile was so exciting🎶

The bedroom door creaked open, and the alpha’s breath caught in his throat. 

Alastor emerged, a vision in black silk pajamas that clung to his lissome frame. His damp hair fell in tousled curls around his face, softening his usually sharp features. 

Alastor's lips curved into a smile as he caught Lucifer's gaze. "Enjoying the view?" he teased, voice rich with amusement.

The alpha dithered—the shampoo and soap from the recent shower filling his nose.

The thing with Alastor, that Lucifer had learned very quickly, was that the omega was an expert in charm. Beyond that, he was practically a magician with it. 

Each movement carefully coordinated, each word artfully chosen, and every expression flawlessly executed. 

Lucifer had seen it from a distance as he watched the disastrous date, only catching glimpses of what Alastor was really thinking when the omega knew Vox wasn’t looking. 

It was a completely different experience being the center of Alastor’s magnetism. The omega made it seem like an honor to have his full attention. 

On the dance floor, Lucifer had no idea if he was enchanting the omega or pissing him off. That smile of his always stayed perfectly in place. 

"I'd be lying if I said no," Lucifer admitted, deciding to go the blunt route as he drank in the sight before him. Hoping he wasn’t leering.

The only reason Lucifer had caught on to Alastor’s discomfort on the sofa was because he was pressed so close that every breath was saturated in the omega’s scent. 

In the tiny confines of this apartment, there was nowhere for his smell to escape. Lucifer caught every citrus spike of anxiety, the stink of desperation, and the way his fear soured the rich coffee smell of Alastor’s arousal. 

And now, Lucifer had none of those advantages as Alastor fixed him with a grin and sang, “Flattery will get you everywhere, darling.”

 The alpha swallowed at a knot of yearning clogging his throat. 

As Alastor stepped closer, his glasses slipped down his nose. He reached up to push them back into place, the simple gesture inexplicably endearing. Lucifer's heart skipped a beat.

🎵 Strangers in the night

Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night

Up to the moment 🎵

"Well," Lucifer said, clearing his throat, "I suppose I should say goodnight." He stood, stretching languidly to highlight. "Thank you again for letting me stay."

Alastor's eyebrow quirked upward. "Relegated to that tiny couch? My dear, you may be of short stature, but even that's pushing it."

Before Lucifer could snark a response, Alastor pushed open the bedroom door wider, leaning against the frame with a casual grace that made the blonde’s mouth go dry.

“Uh, Al.” Lucifer asked, pulse quickening.”What, kinda tap-dance are we doing here?”

Alastor's smile widened, a hint of impishness in his eyes. "I'm not tap-dancing–I’m simply offering you more suitable sleeping arrangements."

Everything in Lucifer wanted to jump at the overture. Climbing into bed with the gorgeous omega, laying him out across blankets, tangled with him in the sheets…hearing the way he would sigh the alpha’s name. 

Lucifer took a hesitant step toward Alastor, encouraged by the quirk up of his lips. And confounded by it all the same. 

 "Alastor, are we…talking sleeping here…or?" he asked, voice slightly hoarse, barely holding back the want.

“I’m simply saying that it’s more comfortable than the sofa.” Alastor didn't bother hiding his eye roll. “Whatever else would we be sharing a bed for?”

Okay, that was distinctly not an answer.

  But he just couldn’t tell if the omega was just playing coy because he thought he had to. Because the world told him he wasn’t allowed to just say what he wanted.

Lucifer inched closer, drawn to the omega like a moth to a flame. 

The silk of Alastor's pajamas shimmered in the low light, accentuating every curve. Lucifer swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

"Are you sure?" he asked, searching Alastor's face. "You're not worried—"

"Worried you'll steal my virtue in the night?" Alastor interrupted, a teasing twang to his voice. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses. “No, I’m not.” 

Alastor trusted him.

And that was a heady feeling. To be trusted by an omega that had built so many intricate walls around himself.

Lucifer would be happy to spend the night next to him, surrounded by his scent. 

“I wouldn’t try anything, I promise,” Lucifer said, because he felt he had to. He had to be forthright about it. Even if the omega rolled his eyes. 

But, Alastor didn’t. 

His lips lifted into a half smile, his gaze gone soft. "I trust you to keep your hands to yourself, Lucifer," he said, his voice a low, reassuring purr. "Now, come to bed. It's getting late."

🎵Little did we know

Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away,🎶

The omega's words sent a shiver down Lucifer's spine. He nodded, unable to resist the pull any longer. 

With tentative steps, he followed Alastor into the bedroom, listening as the brunette shut the door behind them, his heart pounding in a staccato rhythm.

He was acutely aware of Alastor’s every move, wondering if he was imagining the tension spiking through the air—or if it was all one sided. 

Across the room, the omega moved with quiet grace.

 He plucked his glasses from his face, folding them carefully before placing them on the nightstand. The simple domestic gesture made the alpha’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache.

The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with physical desire.

"I'll just…" Lucifer mumbled, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He slid them off, acutely aware of Alastor's eyes on him–willing his body to just…behave. Just for the night.

The cool air hit his bare legs, and he tugged self-consciously at the hem of his tight white shirt.

 He could handle this. Sleeping next to a gorgeous omega—who’d been squirming in his lap not too long ago. 

No. Nope. Hit the brakes.

As they slid beneath the covers, that unspoken anticipation crackled between them. 

Lucifer's skin tingled with awareness, hyper-conscious of every slight movement Alastor made. The sheets rustled softly as they settled, and Lucifer held his breath.

"Are you alright?" Alastor's voice was low, tinged with amusement at the reversal, no doubt.

Lucifer exhaled shakily. "Yeah, I'm fine."

“Very convincing,” Alastor chuckled softly, and the alpha laughed. Scrubbing a hand over his face and mussing his hair as he urged himself to finally settled down. 

Alastor leaned over to switch off the bedside lamp. Darkness enveloped them, broken only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

For a moment, they existed in silence. 

Then, Lucifer felt the mattress shift as Alastor moved.

 Heated breath ghosted across his cheek and made him shiver as he felt lips so close to his neck. 

“You know…” the omega purred in the dark. “I did not promise to have restraint.” And suddenly, Alastor's lips were on his.

Lucifer's heart soared. "Oh thank fuck," he breathed, tangling his fingers in Alastor's still-damp hair.

Alastor had leaned over Lucifer, pressing his lips against his in a heated kiss that Lucifer let him steer, savoring the taste of the omega on his tongue.

He was still unsure if Alastor wanted to take it further. Or how much further. He couldn't decipher the omega's desires through his scent alone; the fresh aroma of shampoo and soap that clung to Alastor’s skin masked the hints he so desperately needed with this enigmatic man.

Until he felt a nudge. One of Alastor’s ridiculously long legs slid up along the alpha’s thigh.

Lucifer’s inked fingers curled around the inside of his knee, easing the brunette over to straddle his lap—which seemed to be a favorite position of his.

The alpha’s mind was filled with a mantra—go slow, go slow—as he tried to navigate this delicate dance between them. The omega wriggled over him, shifting his hips, and Lucifer loosened his hold, thinking the brunette didn’t want to be pinned against him.

But this didn’t seem to mollify Alastor. A soft sound of frustration escaped him.

“Are you alright?”

“Must you always ask that?” Alastor huffed out.

Lucifer responded softly, “Only if you don't tell me different, sweetheart.”

“I just…” The omega sighed, his irritation obvious, but the reason was still a mystery to the blonde.

It dawned on Lucifer then what Alastor sought; he craved friction.

With firm hands gripping at the soft fabric of Alastor's pajamas around his hips, Lucifer tilted his own pelvis upward subtly. The contact sent sparks of pleasure coursing through both their bodies as he ground against Alastor’s center through the thin barrier of their clothes.

His reward was a sudden shift in scent; the sweet aroma of arousal wafted off Alastor, filling Lucifer's senses with euphoric anticipation.

It was intoxicating and all-consuming—proof that their mutual willingness was undeniable.

Their kisses deepened, hands roaming and exploring in the darkness. 

Lucifer reveled in the softness of Alastor's silk pajamas, even as he worked to remove them. 

The clean and fresh scent still overwhelmed him, but an underlying note of the omega's natural coffee-bitter bouquet was growing stronger.

"You smell amazing," Lucifer whispered, nuzzling Alastor's neck as he finally got down to his omega gland.

Alastor's laugh was low and breathy. "Such sweet words."

As clothing was shed and skin met skin, Lucifer marveled at the turn his evening had taken. From the sofa to Alastor's bed, from hesitation to passion—it was more than he'd dared to hope for as he mapped the soft skin of Alastor’s torso in the dark.

The omega was doing the same to him. Tracing those slender fingers of his up the swirling patterns up along Lucifer’s forearms, the pale skin of his biceps and up to the hints of ink that curled over his shoulders.

“You have more tattoos.” Alastor murmured, though his tone and his touch over the alpha’s torso felt more reverent than rebuking.

A soft sigh escaped Lucifer's lips.

"You know, if you want to see them…you can just ask," he voiced delicately, still trying to ease his way past the omega’s reticence. “You can tell me anything you want.”

At his words, Alastor's face shifted subtly, an eyebrow arching in a silent question. A flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes, but there was a wariness there too.

Lucifer could see the barriers Alastor had built around himself, the boundaries that kept him guarded and aloof.

"Even if…" Alastor finally responded, his voice laced with intrigue and a hint of surprise. “I wanted to return the favor from earlier…?”

His words hung in the air between them like an unfinished melody, yet they resonated within Lucifer.

The alpha hesitated, sensing that Alastor was doing his own tap-dancing, side-stepping, letting the alpha through his defenses and back into the performance he was used to.

"You don't have to—"

"I want to," Alastor insisted, his hand already trailing down Lucifer's chest. "You did say I could have what I wanted…did you mean it, alpha?"

Oh, there it was.

That thing the omega did so well. Looking at the blonde like that while his tongue caressed that name that got his blood racing

“I did, and I mean it,” Lucifer caught Alastor's wrist gently. “But, y’know what I want?” The alpha shifted, sitting up, searching Alastor’s face in the twilit room. “…I want to kiss your pretty face and hear that gorgeous voice…when you touch me.”

A blush crept across Alastor's cheeks, visible even in the muted glow from the streetlamp outside.

"You flatter me," Alastor murmured, but there was a pleased note in his tone and his scent.

Lucifer leaned in, capturing Alastor's lips with an adoring kiss. As they parted, he whispered, "It's not flattery if it's true."

The omega chuckled against his mouth.

Alastor's hand slid lower into the alpha’s boxers, wrapping around Lucifer’s aching cock with a gentle but firm grip. "Well then, darling alpha, shall I tell you exactly what is pressing on my mind?" As the brunette began to stroke him languidly, he leaned close to Lucifer's ear, his voice a silky purr.

Lucifer's breath hitched, both from Alastor's touch and his words. "Please," he managed, his own voice rough with desire—more than honeyed need. He wanted to know everything that was going on in that cryptic brain.

"Lucifer," just hearing his name in that warm purr made the alpha shudder, "I've never known such desire. It's like a yearning under my skin…that only your touch can soothe."

The blonde was drawing in shaky breaths, their bodies tantalizingly close as Alastor touched him. Circling around the head of his cock before dragging back down his length.

Yes, it felt good, so fucking good. But it was second to being the focus of Alastor’s intent. Lucifer gripped to the omega’s hips just to keep his frantic hands in place.

"I've never felt that inexorable pull towards another," he continued, sliding both hands now over Lucifer’s length. "But with you…everything is different with you." His tone dipped lower, taking on an edge of intensity that sounded like confession, "You make me crave things I've never dared to want before."

His gaze held Lucifer's captive, his lips ghosting over the alpha’s. "Your hands on me…it’s overwhelming and terrifying, yet…" He paused, swallowing hard enough to be heard. "… and yet altogether wonderful."

Alastor's words twirled through the atmosphere, each syllable a velvet ribbon of implication.

A soft laugh escaped him then; a self-deprecating sound that held a hint of disbelief. "To think I pride myself on my control," he admitted ruefully. "Yet here I am…completely undone by your touch."

That voice of his was about to be the alpha’s undoing. But he needed, he just needed more. Even as he gripped to those silk pajamas, he wanted to rip them off Alastor.

“Fuck, I’d give ya anything ya wanted.” Lucifer practically whined, his hips bucking up to rut his dick into the omega’s clenched fist.

"Lucifer," he drawled, and the alpha keened at hearing his name saturated in that accent, "I've been entertaining a certain…curiosity." His gaze held a mischievous glint as he let the pause stretch out like warm taffy. "Since you suggested what you would like to do with that mouth of yours." He paused again, his grin widening at Lucifer's rapt attention, "…exploring my essence. Savoring every bit of me."

“Fuck…” Lucifer moaned. Alastor’s suggestion was artfully veiled beneath a veneer of sophistication and charm, but the insinuation was raw and carnal.

He wanted Lucifer’s mouth. He was going to let the alpha taste him, please him—Lucifer couldn’t take the temptation anymore.

He flipped Alastor onto his back with an eagerness he couldn't contain.

But then came the sharp citrus spike in the omega’s scent: distress clear as day in the dark of the room.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

The alpha pulled back instantly; regret surged within him at having misread Alastor's signals. That smile was still on his lips, despite the lingering unease in his smell.

"It's alright," Alastor reassured him with a soft chuckle, "Your enthusiasm is part of your appeal."

Lucifer kissed gently along the line of the omega’s jaw. Up and down his neck, soothing over his mating gland as a balm to the apprehension he could smell. Until the scent eased away.

And deft fingers were back in his hair.

“Would you still let me taste you?” Lucifer ask, as he lifted himself up on his arms.

Alastor pointedly looked down between their bodies, where the alpha’s cock was hard and heavy against his silk-clad thighs. “Darling, it seems you’re still in need of some satisfaction, aren’t you?”

An implication that held more weight than just observation.

“Sweetheart,” the alpha purred. “You have no idea, how much it would satisfy me to get you off.”

He could feel Alastor's skin turn hot under his lips.

Lucifer leaned down, sliding their lips together once again, slower. Reassuring the omega beneath him that he wouldn’t rush things again. He began kissing down Alastor's body, his fingers carefully sliding down the omega’s pajama pants.

His scent was staggering now. Bare before him. Sweet and pink and slick down his thighs—and the omega lie unusually still, until those long fingers came to circle around his wrist.

“Alastor?”

“You remember,” the omega whispered, so softly it almost came out like a plea. “What you…promised me earlier tonight?”

“I do,” Lucifer leaned up, his face and voice softened as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Nothing inside you, I promise.”

He brushed sweet kisses over that pretty mouth, lingering as his chest swelled with affection. The omega had not just hinted at what he wanted—he’d voiced what he didn’t want. And Lucifer was fucking proud of him for it.

And Lucifer wanted to give him everything.

He settled between Alastor’s thighs, drinking in the sight of him flushed with arousal and willingly, albeit tentatively, spreading his legs.

“So gorgeous.” Lucifer purred, nuzzling along his bare lips, his breaths ghosting over the omega’s pussy. Adoring the way Alastor shivered under him.

The brunette’s only answer was a breathless chuckle. A soft gasp of surprise as Lucifer drew his hands up along the omega’s legs, spreading his thighs wide as he ducked his head between them.

The first drag of Lucifer’s tongue between Alastor’s folds had them both trembling with need.

He was right, Alastor’s dark, rich scent was strongest and sweetest right here. He lapped eagerly at every trace of slick. Reveling in every gasp that the omega let escape.

He squirmed as Lucifer’s tongue found his clit.

The alpha lowered his head, sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips, watching Alastor greedily as he did.

The omega was the picture of eroticism. His entire body flushed and writhing. His fingers curled over his mouth, muffling his desperate melodies—and the alpha gave a growl. He couldn’t have that, didn’t want anything stifling Alastor’s sounds or the way he shuddered at the rumble Lucifer sent through him.

Without breaking the suction of his lips, the alpha reached, grabbing Alastor’s arm, no longer suffocating a litany of whimpers.

Alastor clutched to Lucifer’s hand in both of his own as he whined with want, silver tongue fumbling around the alpha’s name—until he came under Lucifer’s mouth.

“Oh, so fucking sweet.” Lucifer purred, gently tracing his tongue over Alastor’s pussy as he clenched at nothing, his inked fingers still squeezed tight.

Lucifer lapped at him until the omega flinched away, no doubt overwrought.

Still, the alpha couldn’t help the smug satisfaction on his slick coated lips as he moved back over the omega, who seemed to have sunken into the bed in his afterglow.

Until Lucifer settled back over him, and Alastor went rigid. Pure fear entering his scent as he felt the alpha’s hard cock setting between his legs.

“I promised.” He reminded softly and watched as Alastor relaxed once more.

“You did.” He sighed gratefully.

The omega then reached for the alpha, wrapping his hands around Lucifer’s length in a grip that sent sparks shooting up his spine.

“You should kiss me.” Alastor softly demanded, sealing their lips together. No doubt tasting himself on Lucifer’s tongue.

The alpha rolled his hips languidly between them. Into Alastor’s hands, and the heated cradle of his body—the intimacy of it all was devastating as he rocked into Alastor's hold and finally found release over the omega’s stomach.

🎶 Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away 🎶

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Lucifer's eyes fluttered open to find Alastor watching him intently. There was a hint of uncertainty in the omega's gaze, one that the overwhelming scent of sweat, slick, and sex wasn’t helping him interpret.

Instead, Lucifer reached out, pulling Alastor close and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. "That was incredible," he murmured, nuzzling into Alastor's damp curls.

Alastor curled up against his side, and finally relaxed, a small sigh escaping his lips. "Yes, it was," he replied, his voice softer than Lucifer had ever heard it. Almost distant.

"Al?" Lucifer asked gently, running his fingers along Alastor's spine. “What’s up in your head?”

He expected a dismissive laugh, a flick of the hand and a denial, but instead, Alastor was quiet for a moment. "I…find myself worried that you’ll leave," he admitted finally.

Lucifer tightened his embrace. "I'm not going anywhere," he whispered fiercely. "Not unless you want me to."

"I don't," Alastor said, so quietly Lucifer almost missed it.

They lay there in comfortable silence, limbs entangled, the rhythm of their breathing slowly synchronizing. Lucifer marveled at how perfectly Alastor fit against him despite their height difference, how right this felt.

As sleep began to claim him, Lucifer pressed one last kiss to Alastor's temple. "Goodnight, sweetheart," he murmured.

"Goodnight, Lucifer," Alastor replied, his voice heavy with contentment.

🎵 Ever since that night we’ve been together

Lovers at first sight, in love forever

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night🎵

🎙️ "You won’t want to miss what’s next— ‘A Kiss to Build a Dream On’ by Louis Armstrong is on its way." 🎙️

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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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