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Strangers in the Night

Ch 6 of Until the Devil’s Last Dance

RadioApple₊⁺⋆ 50s Human AU ₊⁺⋆ Omega!Alastor ₊⁺⋆ Explicit~

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//follow up to the previous chapter cause they’re not done yet XD//

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

🎶Strangers in the night exchanging glances

Wondering in the night

What were the chances we’d be sharing love

Before the night was through🎵

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

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

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, closing his eyes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But had he?

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

No. Nope. Ease off that throttle.

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

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

🎶Something in my heart

Told me I must have you🎵

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

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

But, damn, falling felt so fucking good.

“You’re in deep, old boy,” Lucifer murmured, chuckling at the old fool that he was.

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

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

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

🎶Something in your eyes was so inviting

Something in your smile was so exciting🎶

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎵 Strangers in the night

Two lonely people, we were strangers in the night

Up to the moment 🎵

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay, that was distinctly not an answer.

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

Lucifer inched closer, drawn to the omega like a moth to a flame.

The silk of Alastor’s pajamas shimmered in the low light, accentuating every curve. Lucifer swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure.

“Are you sure?” he asked, searching Alastor’s face. “You’re not worried—”

“Worried you’ll steal my virtue in the night?” Alastor interrupted, a teasing twang to his voice. His eyes sparkled behind his glasses. “No, I’m not.”

Alastor trusted him.

And that was a heady feeling. To be trusted by an omega that had built so many intricate walls around himself.

Lucifer would be happy to spend the night next to him, surrounded by his scent.

“I wouldn’t try anything, I promise,” Lucifer said, because he felt he had to. He had to be forthright about it. Even if the omega rolled his eyes.

But, Alastor didn’t.

His lips lifted into a half smile, his gaze gone soft. “I trust you to keep your hands to yourself, Lucifer,” he said, his voice a low, reassuring purr. “Now, come to bed. It’s getting late.”

🎵Little did we know

Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away,🎶

The omega’s words sent a shiver down Lucifer’s spine. He nodded, unable to resist the pull any longer.

With tentative steps, he followed Alastor into the bedroom, listening as the brunette shut the door behind them, his heart pounding in a staccato rhythm.

He was acutely aware of Alastor’s every move, wondering if he was imagining the tension spiking through the air—or if it was all one sided.

Across the room, the omega moved with quiet grace.

He plucked his glasses from his face, folding them carefully before placing them on the nightstand. The simple domestic gesture made the alpha’s chest tighten with an unfamiliar ache.

The intimacy of the moment overwhelmed him, filling him with a warmth that had nothing to do with physical desire.

“I’ll just…” Lucifer mumbled, fumbling with the button of his jeans. He slid them off, acutely aware of Alastor’s eyes on him–willing his body to just…behave. Just for the night.

The cool air hit his bare legs, and he tugged self-consciously at the hem of his tight white shirt.

He could handle this. Sleeping next to a gorgeous omega—who’d been squirming in his lap not too long ago.

No. Nope. Hit the brakes.

As they slid beneath the covers, that unspoken anticipation crackled between them.

Lucifer’s skin tingled with awareness, hyper-conscious of every slight movement Alastor made. The sheets rustled softly as they settled, and Lucifer held his breath.

“Are you alright?” Alastor’s voice was low, tinged with amusement at the reversal, no doubt.

Lucifer exhaled shakily. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Very convincing,” Alastor chuckled softly, and the alpha laughed. Scrubbing a hand over his face and mussing his hair as he urged himself to finally settled down.

Alastor leaned over to switch off the bedside lamp. Darkness enveloped them, broken only by the faint glow of streetlights filtering through the curtains.

For a moment, they existed in silence.

Then, Lucifer felt the mattress shift as Alastor moved.

Heated breath ghosted across his cheek and made him shiver as he felt lips so close to his neck.

“You know…” the omega purred in the dark. “I did not promise to have restraint.” And suddenly, Alastor’s lips were on his.

Lucifer’s heart soared. “Oh thank fuck,” he breathed, tangling his fingers in Alastor’s still-damp hair.

Alastor had leaned over Lucifer, pressing his lips against his in a heated kiss that Lucifer let him steer, savoring the taste of the omega on his tongue.

He was still unsure if Alastor wanted to take it further. Or how much further. He couldn’t decipher the omega’s desires through his scent alone; the fresh aroma of shampoo and soap that clung to Alastor’s skin masked the hints he so desperately needed with this enigmatic man.

Until he felt a nudge. One of Alastor’s ridiculously long legs slid up along the alpha’s thigh.

Lucifer’s inked fingers curled around the inside of his knee, easing the brunette over to straddle his lap—which seemed to be a favorite position of his.

The alpha’s mind was filled with a mantra—go slow, go slow—as he tried to navigate this delicate dance between them. The omega wriggled over him, shifting his hips, and Lucifer loosened his hold, thinking the brunette didn’t want to be pinned against him.

But this didn’t seem to mollify Alastor. A soft sound of frustration escaped him.

“Are you alright?”

“Must you always ask that?” Alastor huffed out.

Lucifer responded softly, “Only if you don’t tell me different, sweetheart.”

“I just…” The omega sighed, his irritation obvious, but the reason was still a mystery to the blonde.

It dawned on Lucifer then what Alastor sought; he craved friction.

With firm hands gripping at the soft fabric of Alastor’s pajamas around his hips, Lucifer tilted his own pelvis upward subtly. The contact sent sparks of pleasure coursing through both their bodies as he ground against Alastor’s center through the thin barrier of their clothes.

His reward was a sudden shift in scent; the sweet aroma of arousal wafted off Alastor, filling Lucifer’s senses with euphoric anticipation.

It was intoxicating and all-consuming—proof that their mutual willingness was undeniable.

Their kisses deepened, hands roaming and exploring in the darkness.

Lucifer reveled in the softness of Alastor’s silk pajamas, even as he worked to remove them.

The clean and fresh scent still overwhelmed him, but an underlying note of the omega’s natural coffee-bitter bouquet was growing stronger.

“You smell amazing,” Lucifer whispered, nuzzling Alastor’s neck as he finally got down to his omega gland.

Alastor’s laugh was low and breathy. “Such sweet words.”

As clothing was shed and skin met skin, Lucifer marveled at the turn his evening had taken. From the sofa to Alastor’s bed, from hesitation to passion—it was more than he’d dared to hope for as he mapped the soft skin of Alastor’s torso in the dark.

The omega was doing the same to him. Tracing those slender fingers of his up the swirling patterns up along Lucifer’s forearms, the pale skin of his biceps and up to the hints of ink that curled over his shoulders.

“You have more tattoos.” Alastor murmured, though his tone and his touch over the alpha’s torso felt more reverent than rebuking.

A soft sigh escaped Lucifer’s lips.

“You know, if you want to see them…you can just ask,” he voiced delicately, still trying to ease his way past the omega’s reticence. “You can tell me anything you want.”

At his words, Alastor’s face shifted subtly, an eyebrow arching in a silent question. A flicker of curiosity danced in his eyes, but there was a wariness there too.

Lucifer could see the barriers Alastor had built around himself, the boundaries that kept him guarded and aloof.

“Even if…” Alastor finally responded, his voice laced with intrigue and a hint of surprise. “I wanted to return the favor from earlier…?”

His words hung in the air between them like an unfinished melody, yet they resonated within Lucifer.

The alpha hesitated, sensing that Alastor was doing his own tap-dancing, side-stepping, letting the alpha through his defenses and back into the performance he was used to.

“You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Alastor insisted, his hand already trailing down Lucifer’s chest. “You did say I could have what I wanted…did you mean it, alpha?”

Oh, there it was.

That thing the omega did so well. Looking at the blonde like that while his tongue caressed that name that got his blood racing

“I did, and I mean it,” Lucifer caught Alastor’s wrist gently. “But, y’know what I want?” The alpha shifted, sitting up, searching Alastor’s face in the twilit room. “…I want to kiss your pretty face and hear that gorgeous voice…when you touch me.”

A blush crept across Alastor’s cheeks, visible even in the muted glow from the streetlamp outside.

“You flatter me,” Alastor murmured, but there was a pleased note in his tone and his scent.

Lucifer leaned in, capturing Alastor’s lips with an adoring kiss. As they parted, he whispered, “It’s not flattery if it’s true.”

The omega chuckled against his mouth.

Alastor’s hand slid lower into the alpha’s boxers, wrapping around Lucifer’s aching cock with a gentle but firm grip. “Well then, darling alpha, shall I tell you exactly what is pressing on my mind?” As the brunette began to stroke him languidly, he leaned close to Lucifer’s ear, his voice a silky purr.

Lucifer’s breath hitched, both from Alastor’s touch and his words. “Please,” he managed, his own voice rough with desire—more than honeyed need. He wanted to know everything that was going on in that cryptic brain.

“Lucifer,” just hearing his name in that warm purr made the alpha shudder, “I’ve never known such desire. It’s like a yearning under my skin…that only your touch can soothe.”

The blonde was drawing in shaky breaths, their bodies tantalizingly close as Alastor touched him. Circling around the head of his cock before dragging back down his length.

Yes, it felt good, so fucking good. But it was second to being the focus of Alastor’s intent. Lucifer gripped to the omega’s hips just to keep his frantic hands in place.

“I’ve never felt that inexorable pull towards another,” he continued, sliding both hands now over Lucifer’s length. “But with you…everything is different with you.” His tone dipped lower, taking on an edge of intensity that sounded like confession, “You make me crave things I’ve never dared to want before.”

His gaze held Lucifer’s captive, his lips ghosting over the alpha’s. “Your hands on me…it’s overwhelming and terrifying, yet…” He paused, swallowing hard enough to be heard. “… and yet altogether wonderful.”

Alastor’s words twirled through the atmosphere, each syllable a velvet ribbon of implication.

A soft laugh escaped him then; a self-deprecating sound that held a hint of disbelief. “To think I pride myself on my control,” he admitted ruefully. “Yet here I am…completely undone by your touch.”

That voice of his was about to be the alpha’s undoing. But he needed, he just needed more. Even as he gripped to those silk pajamas, he wanted to rip them off Alastor.

“Fuck, I’d give ya anything ya wanted.” Lucifer practically whined, his hips bucking up to rut his dick into the omega’s clenched fist.

“Lucifer,” he drawled, and the alpha keened at hearing his name saturated in that accent, “I’ve been entertaining a certain…curiosity.” His gaze held a mischievous glint as he let the pause stretch out like warm taffy. “Since you suggested what you would like to do with that mouth of yours.” He paused again, his grin widening at Lucifer’s rapt attention, “…exploring my essence. Savoring every bit of me.”

“Fuck…” Lucifer moaned. Alastor’s suggestion was artfully veiled beneath a veneer of sophistication and charm, but the insinuation was raw and carnal.

He wanted Lucifer’s mouth. He was going to let the alpha taste him, please him—Lucifer couldn’t take the temptation anymore.

He flipped Alastor onto his back with an eagerness he couldn’t contain.

But then came the sharp citrus spike in the omega’s scent: distress clear as day in the dark of the room.

“Shit, I’m sorry.”

The alpha pulled back instantly; regret surged within him at having misread Alastor’s signals. That smile was still on his lips, despite the lingering unease in his smell.

“It’s alright,” Alastor reassured him with a soft chuckle, “Your enthusiasm is part of your appeal.”

Lucifer kissed gently along the line of the omega’s jaw. Up and down his neck, soothing over his mating gland as a balm to the apprehension he could smell. Until the scent eased away.

And deft fingers were back in his hair.

“Would you still let me taste you?” Lucifer ask, as he lifted himself up on his arms.

Alastor pointedly looked down between their bodies, where the alpha’s cock was hard and heavy against his silk-clad thighs. “Darling, it seems you’re still in need of some satisfaction, aren’t you?”

An implication that held more weight than just observation.

“Sweetheart,” the alpha purred. “You have no idea, how much it would satisfy me to get you off.”

He could feel Alastor’s skin turn hot under his lips.

Lucifer leaned down, sliding their lips together once again, slower. Reassuring the omega beneath him that he wouldn’t rush things again. He began kissing down Alastor’s body, his fingers carefully sliding down the omega’s pajama pants.

His scent was staggering now. Bare before him. Sweet and pink and slick down his thighs—and the omega lie unusually still, until those long fingers came to circle around his wrist.

“Alastor?”

“You remember,” the omega whispered, so softly it almost came out like a plea. “What you…promised me earlier tonight?”

“I do,” Lucifer leaned up, his face and voice softened as he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Nothing inside you, I promise.”

He brushed sweet kisses over that pretty mouth, lingering as his chest swelled with affection. The omega had not just hinted at what he wanted—he’d voiced what he didn’t want. And Lucifer was fucking proud of him for it.

And Lucifer wanted to give him everything.

He settled between Alastor’s thighs, drinking in the sight of him flushed with arousal and willingly, albeit tentatively, spreading his legs.

“So gorgeous.” Lucifer purred, nuzzling along his bare lips, his breaths ghosting over the omega’s pussy. Adoring the way Alastor shivered under him.

The brunette’s only answer was a breathless chuckle. A soft gasp of surprise as Lucifer drew his hands up along the omega’s legs, spreading his thighs wide as he ducked his head between them.

The first drag of Lucifer’s tongue between Alastor’s folds had them both trembling with need.

He was right, Alastor’s dark, rich scent was strongest and sweetest right here. He lapped eagerly at every trace of slick. Reveling in every gasp that the omega let escape.

He squirmed as Lucifer’s tongue found his clit.

The alpha lowered his head, sucking the bundle of nerves between his lips, watching Alastor greedily as he did.

The omega was the picture of eroticism. His entire body flushed and writhing. His fingers curled over his mouth, muffling his desperate melodies—and the alpha gave a growl. He couldn’t have that, didn’t want anything stifling Alastor’s sounds or the way he shuddered at the rumble Lucifer sent through him.

Without breaking the suction of his lips, the alpha reached, grabbing Alastor’s arm, no longer suffocating a litany of whimpers.

Alastor clutched to Lucifer’s hand in both of his own as he whined with want, silver tongue fumbling around the alpha’s name—until he came under Lucifer’s mouth.

“Oh, so fucking sweet.” Lucifer purred, gently tracing his tongue over Alastor’s pussy as he clenched at nothing, his inked fingers still squeezed tight.

Lucifer lapped at him until the omega flinched away, no doubt overwrought.

Still, the alpha couldn’t help the smug satisfaction on his slick coated lips as he moved back over the omega, who seemed to have sunken into the bed in his afterglow.

Until Lucifer settled back over him, and Alastor went rigid. Pure fear entering his scent as he felt the alpha’s hard cock setting between his legs.

“I promised.” He reminded softly and watched as Alastor relaxed once more.

“You did.” He sighed gratefully.

The omega then reached for the alpha, wrapping his hands around Lucifer’s length in a grip that sent sparks shooting up his spine.

“You should kiss me.” Alastor softly demanded, sealing their lips together. No doubt tasting himself on Lucifer’s tongue.

The alpha rolled his hips languidly between them. Into Alastor’s hands, and the heated cradle of his body—the intimacy of it all was devastating as he rocked into Alastor’s hold and finally found release over the omega’s stomach.

🎶 Love was just a glance away

A warm embracing dance away 🎶

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Lucifer’s eyes fluttered open to find Alastor watching him intently. There was a hint of uncertainty in the omega’s gaze, one that the overwhelming scent of sweat, slick, and sex wasn’t helping him interpret.

Instead, Lucifer reached out, pulling Alastor close and pressing a soft kiss to his forehead. “That was incredible,” he murmured, nuzzling into Alastor’s damp curls.

Alastor curled up against his side, and finally relaxed, a small sigh escaping his lips. “Yes, it was,” he replied, his voice softer than Lucifer had ever heard it. Almost distant.

“Al?” Lucifer asked gently, running his fingers along Alastor’s spine. “What’s up in your head?”

He expected a dismissive laugh, a flick of the hand and a denial, but instead, Alastor was quiet for a moment. “I…find myself worried that you’ll leave,” he admitted finally.

Lucifer tightened his embrace. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered fiercely. “Not unless you want me to.”

“I don’t,” Alastor said, so quietly Lucifer almost missed it.

They lay there in comfortable silence, limbs entangled, the rhythm of their breathing slowly synchronizing. Lucifer marveled at how perfectly Alastor fit against him despite their height difference, how right this felt.

As sleep began to claim him, Lucifer pressed one last kiss to Alastor’s temple. “Goodnight, sweetheart,” he murmured.

“Goodnight, Lucifer,” Alastor replied, his voice heavy with contentment.

🎵 Ever since that night we’ve been together

Lovers at first sight, in love forever

It turned out so right

For strangers in the night🎵

🎙️ “You won’t want to miss what’s next— ‘A Kiss to Build a Dream On’ by Louis Armstrong is on its way.” 🎙️

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