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đŸŽ™ïžâœš Until the Devil’s Last Dance âœšđŸŽ™ïž Part 2
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That Old Black Magic by Glen Miller
đŸŽ™ïž “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.â€đŸŽ™ïž
đŸŽ¶That old black magic has me in its spell 
that old black magic that you weave so wellđŸŽ”
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.
đŸŽ¶Those icy fingers up and down my spine,
The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.đŸŽ”
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.
đŸŽ”That old black magic that you weave so well đŸŽ¶
"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.
đŸŽ”I should stay away, but what can I do?đŸŽ”
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?
đŸŽ”Darling, down and down I go, 
round and round I go đŸŽ¶
"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.
đŸŽ” I hear your name and I’m aflame.
Aflame with such a burning desire. đŸŽ”
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. 
Â đŸŽ”The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mineđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ¶Cause you’re the lover I have waited for.
The mate that fate had me created for. đŸŽ”
"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.
đŸŽ”Under that old black magic called loveđŸŽ”
đŸŽ™ïž “Care to dance, darlings? Up next, ‘Sway’ by Dean Martin will leave you breathless.” đŸŽ™ïž
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bnny · 11 days ago
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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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sergle · 2 years ago
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I CAN NUT AGAIN
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agir1ukn0w · 5 months ago
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aurora songs that SCREAM oshamir (1)
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unsungbabe · 8 months ago
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Skunk Anansie | Charlie Big Potato - Post Orgasmic Chill (1999)
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fizzy-watches-and-listens · 1 year ago
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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
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darcydarlingdabbles · 5 days ago
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đŸŽ™ïžâœš Until the Devil’s Last Dance âœšđŸŽ™ïž Part 6
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Strangers in the Night by Frank Sinatra
đŸŽ™ïžâ€œAh, 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.â€đŸŽ™ïž
đŸŽ¶Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wondering in the night
What were the chances we’d be sharing love
Before the night was throughđŸŽ”
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—
đŸŽ¶Something in my heart
Told me I must have youđŸŽ”
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.
đŸŽ¶Something in your eyes was so inviting
Something in your smile was so excitingđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ” Strangers in the night
Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night
Up to the moment đŸŽ”
"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."
đŸŽ”Little did we know
Love was just a glance away
A warm embracing dance away,đŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ¶ Love was just a glance away
A warm embracing dance away đŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ” Ever since that night we’ve been together
Lovers at first sight, in love forever
It turned out so right
For strangers in the nightđŸŽ”
đŸŽ™ïž "You won’t want to miss what’s next— ‘A Kiss to Build a Dream On’ by Louis Armstrong is on its way." đŸŽ™ïž
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đŸŽ™ïžâ€œFascination, 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.â€đŸŽ™ïž
đŸŽ” It was fascination, I know
And it might have ended right then, at the startđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ¶Just a passing glance, just a brief romanceđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ”And I might have gone on my way empty hearted đŸŽ¶
♫ ♫ ♫
đŸŽ¶It was fascination, I know
Seeing you alone with the moonlight above đŸŽ”
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.
đŸŽ”it was fascination, I know
Seeing you alone with the moonlight aboveđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ”Then I touch your hand and next moment I kissed youđŸŽ¶
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.
đŸŽ¶Fascination turned to loveđŸŽ¶
đŸŽ™ïž “Bewitched, bothered, and oh-so-bewildered. Let’s get lost in Ella Fitzgerald’s sweet, slow, and
.intimate ballad next, shall we?â€đŸŽ™ïž
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