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

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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller

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

🎶That old black magic has me in its spell 

that old black magic that you weave so well🎵

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

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

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

Alastor's painted-on smile never wavered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Over his dead body.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,

The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.🎵

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

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

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

🎵That old black magic that you weave so well 🎶

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

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

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

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

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

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

Inwardly, Alastor seethed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎵Darling, down and down I go, 

round and round I go 🎶

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

Vox preened, oblivious to Alastor's wandering attention. 

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

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

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

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

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

♫ ♫ ♫

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He'd never felt anything quite like it before.

🎵 I hear your name and I’m aflame.

Aflame with such a burning desire. 🎵

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

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

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

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

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

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

Alastor could finesse any partner.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 🎵The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine🎶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The audacity of this utter buffoon.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The mate that fate had me created for. 🎵

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎵Under that old black magic called love🎵

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

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as the walls come down and as i look in your eyes / my fear begins to fade / recalling all of the times i have died and will die / its alright, i don't mind

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I CAN NUT AGAIN

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Skunk Anansie | Charlie Big Potato - Post Orgasmic Chill (1999)

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🎙️✨ 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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[fizzy-watches-and-listens]

if i meet someone for the first time and they ask my abt my music taste i'll probably say i listen to mostly classic rock so bowie, queen and led zeppelin and its true!

but i wouldn't tell them about my intense love for folk rock, they only get to know i cry to simon and garfunkel and bob dylan if they get to know me

[athousandmorningss]

deeply in love with and grateful for my life.

[darcydarlingdabbles]

🎙️✨ 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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[stpansy]

i love frank iero’s vocals bc they sound like if a guy had been edged for twelve hours and wanted to kill himself about it

[yumeyumeappleo]

i think skybound has the best intro actually. wait no possession. wait no the tournament of elements. hands of time was ehhhhhhh but the intro slapped. season 11's intro is so fucking good guysssss it makesme. it makes me.happy. the original intro is a classic though