Alastor is LIVID! That BITCH couldn't just leave things well enough alone! NOOOOOO! She wanted to DEMAND things that aren't HERS! She want to CONTROL things that HERS TO CONTROL! She's broken what she HAD NO RIGHT TO! He should have done worse to her than breaking most of her bones (Did you know half your bones are in your hands and feet?) and dropping her somewhere she wouldn't be murdered by a random Sinner.
Of all times to not want someone upset in his life and be nice to someone who DOES NOT deserve it! The Bitch has enough power to heal from her injuries (both the broken bones from Alastor and the stab wounds from Nifty's non-angelic steel knife) by the end of the week! Alastor WILL REMOVE a limb PERMANENTLY at the very least the next time he crosses paths with Her!
Seeing Lucifer shut down like that was disturbing. Lucifer is always so full of life and energy, even when upset or asleep, but he hadn't been when Alastor got back to the Hotel. He was like a creepy life-sized doll of himself. Nonreacting and moved any which way.
Alastor HATED it! It was unnatural!
He never thought he'd be so happy to see someone burst into tears before, but after the last few hours where Alastor wasn't even sure he was breathing most of the times he checked in, that obvious sign of life was like being handed a ice cold glass of water after running 3 miles in 102°F weather with a thunderstorm coming in. And his laughter was like a the sun on a spring morning.
He NEVER wants to see Lucifer like THAT again.
Right now, every fidget, dramatic complaint, groan of pain (one of Lucifer's gashes reopened so Alastor did some minor first aid), long winded rant about useless information or ducks, feels like a goddamned blessing. Alastor does everything he can to pull more reactions from his angel. He's never been so touchy or asked so many pointless questions in his life.
They're now cuddled up on Lucifer's bed, under Lucifer's puffed up wings, while Alastor learns more about renaissance artists than he ever cared to know about. But Lucifer's happy smile while explaining how Michelangelo, while known best for painting, was actually a sculptor at heart with all his evidence (not including having asked the guy about it), was so worth it.
Sure, it's a bit warm, but, again, worth it! He's right where he wants to be.
"I don't think I should be held responsible for what I do to your ex-wife the next time I see her, Starlight." Alastor mutters, cutting off a rambling explanation of how paint evolved over the years. As an apology, he cards a hand through Lucifer's feathers, the way they both enjoy. "You were still responding, but out of it when I sent you and Nifty home, so I didn't know how bad it was until I got back."
Alastor cups Lucifer's completely healed face and can't help wondering how many times she hurt him, only for all the evidence to disappear before anyone saw.
"I hated seeing you so devoid of life." Alastor kisses Lucifer's forehead, before sinking back into the bed under him and rubbing a hand over his face. "She has gained my ire in a way very few have. I fear the likelihood of me seeing red and tearing her to pieces is very high at the moment."
Alastor is startled by Lucifer moving, fear he said too much flashes through him, but is unnecessary as Lucifer isn't pulling away, merely moving from his prone position to straddling Alastor's waist. He is truly beautiful to look at. Gorgeous wings twitching like they want to flap, golden and/or ash stained scars mend perfect silky skin, messy blonde hair frames his radiant face.
"That's possibly one of the sweetest things anyone has ever said to me." The Fallen Angel basically purrs, bracing a hand by Alastor's head and leans over to kiss Alastor. The angel is careful of Alastor's mostly healed chest wound, even as Alastor grabs his head and deepens the kiss, hoping to convey the emotions he doesn't know how to deal with that are Lucifer's fault.
Lucifer's blushing is absolutely enchanting when the kiss ends. Alastor trails his hands down Lucifer's torso, tracing the fully healed scars. "You're divine."
"I'm not." Lucifer denies, shaking his head. "I'm too broken for that to be true."
"Brokenness doesn't mean you're any less radiant." Alastor traces a particularly large scar, absently wondering about the story behind it. "Kintsugi is the art of mending broken pottery with gold or silver. The brokenness of the pottery ends up making it more beautiful in the end. Someone just needed to put the love and care into mending it."
Lucifer gives Alastor a shy smile, his wings twitch behind him. "Are you implying you want to mend me? That I'll be a beautiful piece of art mended with gold lovingly applied to my cracks?"
"I think you're already a beautiful piece of kintsugi." Alastor rests his hands on Lucifer's hips, just resting them there. "But I'd be honored to help mend the neglected breaks. Be warned, I'm particularly unskilled in the practice. I've always preferred the act of breaking over mending."
"Then maybe you can help me to chip away the rotting pieces added by uncaring hands?" Lucifer twirls a lock of Alastor's hair between his fingers. "You've already done so with helping me preen my wings, continuously coming to my aid, and staying when you could have just left me. You've gone out of your way when you didn't have to... and I'm still not really sure why."
Lucifer slumps forward, still careful of Alastor's injury, and hides his face in Alastor's neck. "You saw me at the second lowest point in my stupidly long life and saw ME. Not what I could do for you, but the hurt scared little man that needed a hand and haven't given up on reaching that hand out, even when I flinch away... This metaphor got away from me. Just.. Thank you, Alastor.."
"It's been my pleasure, Lucifer." Lucifer full-body shivers, wings flapping a little, in reaction to Alastor using his full name for once.
They stay like that for a few minute, just existing together, when Lucifer moves, to pepper kisses all over Alastor's face.
"You're one of the best things to ever happen to me!" Lucifer declares. Alastor doesn't know how to respond to that. No one has ever said that while knowing how "fucked up" he is. Luckily, he doesn't need to respond verbally, because Lucifer is kissing him. He does his best to devour Lucifer in the sweetest way he can, to convey everything he feels for the man on top of him.
Unfortunately, they're interrupted by Lucifer's phone ringing.
"Ugh! One moment." Lucifer unhappy to pull away and crawls off of him to answer the annoying thing. He looks a little confused by the caller ID. (Yes. Alastor does know things about modern technology. He just doesn't like it.) "Hello?....Yeah?... No, I'm fine. ... Bambi's with me.... I knooooow... Shut up. ..... You know that'd make Charlie upset. She doesn't like when things are solved with murder."
"There are things worse than death." Alastor sits up and adds his bloodthirsty 2 cents to what he's pretty sure the conversation is about. "I'd happily introduce her to them personally."
"Oh my fucking- ugh! Shut it! Both of you!" Lucifer swipes at Alastor with a wing, not hard enough to hurt either of them (such a "hit" is more likely to hurt Lucifer than Alastor given how sensitive the things are), "Please keep plots against my ex-wife out of my earshot, I don't have the ability to lie to Charlie if she asks about it."
"If she finds out through other means, would you want details if I do something?" Alastor is genuinely curious. Lucifer pauses to think about it.
"I think... I think I really would actually." Lucifer frowns, like he's disappointed in himself. "It's as if accepting how much of a farce our marriage was made me realize how much I truly resent her. I wish she'd feel even just a fraction of the torture she put me through, but... I can't do that myself. I just... I don't want to see her ever again, but Charlie... Charlie deserves to make her own choices, and I doubt she'd want to never see her mother again...."
There's talking on the other side of the phone, that makes Lucifer dramatically sigh.
"It wouldn't be the first time I made someone "disappear" for someone's greater good without informing them about it." Alastor shrugs, "Many of my friends back when I was alive found themselves to be widows or down a friend or family member unexpectedly. And it's not like Lilith cutting contact and disappearing is abnormal behavior for her. She's done it once."
"Look...." Lucifer internally struggles with himself for a moment, "If she attacks us... me, again, then I won't stop either of you from doing doing as you feel fit.."
Adding low and darkly. "Not that'd I'd probably be able to if I dissociate like I did today."
There's talking again and Lucifer relaxes minutely.
"Yeah, okay.... No, I'm fine, now. Bambi's kept me from spiraling. IN FACT, you interrupted us having a moment!... NO!.... Don't be gross. Even if we were, which we weren't for the record, it'd be none of your business on the details.... I'm hanging up now, you freak!"
Lucifer does in fact in hang up on whoever and silence his phone after.
"Do I want to know?" Alastor asks in amusement.
"Probably not." Lucifer rubs his temples, finally putting his wings away. "Love Asmodeus and all, but I'm not one to kiss and tell like that."
"Ah!" Alastor gets the picture. He figures he should ask for clarification, he's not shy about details when asked about past encounters, but his "partner" was usually dead by the end so he didn't need to care about their feelings on the matter. "What all is and isn't allowed to be shared if we get to that stage? I don't want to make you uncomfortable by saying something I shouldn't while being an asshole to someone like Vox or Lilith."
"Er." Lucifer blinks in surprise, clearly not expecting his question, "Maybe ask me again when we get to that stage? But who's on top or how many times you make me cum or vise versa should be fine? Just don't go into details on WHAT is happening in the bedroom department. I'm not ashamed of having a good time, but I don't need everyone knowing my kinks or whatever."
"I can do that." Alastor is going to make sure to blow Lucifer's mind when they get to that stage, mostly just because he wants to see Lucifer fall apart in such a delicious way, but also so he can rub it in Lilith's face if the opportunity arises. He'd like to nail in exactly how much she fucked up while dismembering her body.
"Are you planning something?"
"I thought you wanted plausible deniability." Alastor teases, and pulls the now pouting Lucifer into his lap with a chuckle, "I just want to make Her regret all her life choices and brag about how much better I am at taking care of your wants and needs."
Alastor kisses along Lucifer's bare shoulder, nipping lightly when he reaches Lucifer's neck. Lucifer's breath hitches and becomes a bit rougher.
"And I want to take care of you so well that you forget you were ever scared of letting me close." Alastor licks Lucifer's neck, "I'm going to show you true worship."
"Fuck.." Lucifer mutters lowly.
"Only when you're ready." Alastor smirks, nipping Lucifer's shoulder making the man gasp.
"You're such an asshole." Lucifer groans. Alastor thinks they both know Lucifer is going to want to do more than just make out soon, maybe not full sex, but Alastor found Lucifer's toys last week. And if the faint scent of toy cleaner lingering in that area of the room was anything to go on, they had been used more than once recently.
"You love it." Alastor says smugly. Lucifer half turns to glare through his eyelashes at Alastor, while blushing so prettily.
"You know, you're much hornier than I thought you'd be." That's not a denial!
"Only for you." Alastor admits, blushing slightly, "I find my thoughts wondering what delightful reactions I could pull from you. I find myself quite addicted to every little noise and twitch you make under my touch."
"You-" Lucifer seems to struggle with himself, before taking a calming breath. "Not tonight. Not after what happened today. Let me get my head on straight. It wouldn't be fair to either of us to jump into it tonight, but .. you're certainly making a compelling argument to my libido."
"We only go as far as you want, and I stop the second you tell me to." Alastor promises, grasping one of Lucifer's hands and kisses his fingers. "You get to control the pace we set."
Lucifer looks are him, starstruck, before throwing his arms around Alastor's neck. "Thank you."
Another flash of anger towards Lilith hits him like a brick to the face, but he doesn't let it leak into his voice or body language, just hugs the other man back. "This isn't something you should be thanking me for. It's basic decency, mon trésor."
Lucifer doesn't respond, just clings a little harder. Alastor can't see his face, but there's a relieving lack the trembles and little noises that Alastor has come to associate with Lucifer bursting into tears. Alastor has seen Lucifer have at least 5 mental breakdowns over something Alastor sees as small or no effort at all since they started dating. It's been kind of adorable, but also extremely maddening.
Just what the Hell was Lilith doing all these years! Doing something as simple as keeping an "unsatisfactory" first attempt of a duck modeled after yourself, or remembering likes and dislikes for everyday things like textures or foods, or simply respecting a reasonable boundary, shouldn't make Lucifer tear up!
He's not sure how long they stay like that, but Lucifer's stomach suddenly growls, making the King pull away while looking mildly embarrassed.
"Ah! You didn't get to eat lunch." Alastor chuckles, "Shall we head downstairs for an early dinner?"
Lucifer snaps his fingers and is instantly in one of his oversize sweaters. "That'd probably be for the best. Plus Charlie and company would probably like to see for themselves that I'm back to normal."
"Likely." Alastor just knows they're all going to be insufferable when Lucifer and he go downstairs. Oh, the things he'll suffer for his Starlight.
Lucifer thinks everything has been going smoothly since he came out of his dissociative episode. Sure, the therapy session yesterday was rough, and Charlie and company have been treating him like he's going to shatter like glass, while everyone else keep staring at him like a freakshow exhibit, BUT that doesn't mean things haven't gone as smoothly as he expected. And Alastor, once again, seems to know exactly what he needs.
That being some normalcy. Alastor bickers and banters with him, gets into petty squabbles where they swat harmlessly at each other, and just scaring the shit out of everyone around them by being the dramatic theater nerds they are. Charlie tried to scold them at one point, but Alastor distracted her and they ran off like naughty teenagers. It was fun!
But that being said, Lucifer is getting tired of Alastor getting him all worked up, only for Lucifer to back off because of nerves over the realization he doesn't know what healthy sex (his therapist was quite adamant that Lilith doing things to him when he dissociated counts as non-consensual, even if he consented at the beginning) is supposed to be like. So he decides to ask an expert. Said expert being Angel, the guy's a pornstar (maybe ex-pornstar? Alastor did eat his boss, and Lucifer hasn't seen him leave the Hotel since then) who has sexual trauma, if anyone would have good advice on what would help Lucifer with his issues it'd be him.
"Angel?" Lucifer awkwardly calls out when he find the other man alone in the break room.
"Hm?" The spider looks up from his phone, "Oh! Hey, Short King! What's up?"
"Can I ask some.. sensitive questions?" Lucifer has never felt so embarrassed in front of someone who wasn't Lilith before, but it can't be helped.
"Oh, shit." Angel blinks in surprise, before putting his phone away and sitting up straight. He gestures for Lucifer to sit. "Sure, what do you need to know? I'll do my best to answer, but I can't promise anything."
Lucifer stiff sits in a seat near, but not too close to Angel. As if the little bit of physical distance will help with the emotional vulnerability.
"I was wondering..." Lucifer fidgets, then takes a deep breath, "So at this point the whole Pentagram knows my relationship with Lilith was not healthy in the slightest, and I find myself hesitating to go farther with Bambi because of things that happened with her. Do you have any tips or recommendations on things that could help?"
"Going to be real, thought you guys were lying about not having fucked yet, but I guess I should have seen this coming." Angel admits, before shrugging. "Anyways, there's a couple of BDSM things that I think everyone should use. Things like a safeword and the stop light system."
"What are those?" Lucifer relaxes a little with the Spider taking this so seriously, yet is still casual about it.
"So a safeword is a word you wouldn't normally say during sex that is an instant "we're done, stop touching me right now" power word." Angel explains, "And the stop light system is where you use the colours of a stop light to say how comfortable you currently are; green is enthusiastic "Keep going, baby!", yellow is a cautious "I'm unsure about what's happening, we might need to pause and talk about it. Or at least slow down. ", and red is a solid "I don't like this. Stop."."
"Those... are really good ideas." Lucifer smiles in relief.
"The main point of the safeword or saying "red" is so that if you don't like something or get triggered and can't or won't explain what's happening for whatever reason, your partner will know something's wrong and stops everything. Which is really important when you have sexual trauma of any kind. That kind of communication is really important, but also saying "no" or "stop" can be really hard to do, whether because of irrational guilt or because previous partners ignored you when you told them to stop. Safewords and the stop light system can get around those hang ups." Angel crosses his lower set of arms while rubbing his chin thoughtfully with one of his upper arms. "Another good idea is to try out positions in non-sexual contexts. And listen to your body, if you're anxious and panicky over a position, especially in a non-sexual context, then just don't do it. It's supposed to be fun, not retraumatizing. You don't owe anyone anything if you're not having fun, got it?"
"I think so?" Lucifer thinks about the different positions that he and Alastor have been in without sex being involved that'd probably be safe to do sexual things in, but can also think of a few to avoid.
"Another tip is for there to be safe colours, items, sounds, or scents that can help ground you if you start dissociating." Angel's smile has a slight teasing edge, "Luckily, despite your type in partners being tall murderous assholes, they look, act, and likely smell nothing alike from what I've seen. Just make sure there's something safe and grounding for your senses to get you back to the current moment instead of whatever memory your mind is trying to drag you back to."
Angel crosses his upper arms squints at the ceiling.
"Let's seee, am I forgetting something?" Lucifer waits silently, "OH! Don't assume you know what you need. You might think you should have soft and gentle sex, only to find out it triggers the hell out of you, or whispering during sex makes your skin crawl. It's fine. You aren't the first, nor would you be the last sexual assault victim to need it rough. This is going to be a guessing game to figure out what works or doesn't work for a while, but there's no wrong way so long as you're safe and comfortable."
"O-okay." Lucifer supposes that all makes sense.
"Want me to talk to Al about this?" Angel offers, "I know you can be kind of prudish."
"No, no, I can do it." Lucifer wouldn't consider himself prudish, but he supposes he is compared to most of Hell. "Plus you were just saying communication is key, thus I should, you know, communicate with my own partner."
"True." Angel snickers, then smirks, "Need any other tips or tricks? Like some of the best positions or how to suck dick without cho-?"
"Nope!" Lucifer springs out of his seat and starts speed walking away, "I'm sure I can figure that information out on my own! Thank you!"
Angel's boisterous laughter follows a mortified Lucifer out of the room. He doesn't slow his walking until he's halfway back to his own suite. Then he only slows because he's too busy thinking about what Angel said.
He has no idea what to use for a safeword. Names of people would be gross, and things that are symbolic to Lucifer or Alastor or their titles are out since they're both definitely stupid enough to poke fun at stuff like that in an intimate setting, so Lucifer is drawing a blank. At least with the stop light system the words are already there.
Lucifer supposes they could skip the safeword and just use the stop light system. Red and the safeword are basically the same thing, which is a good thing, but means if they don't find something right away, it should be fine.
He feels like he's jinxing himself, but whatever. Though, maybe because he's expecting the jinx, it won't happen? No, because now he's hoping it won't jinx him. He's totally jinx- Stop that. He's thinking himself into a loop.
Lucifer sprawls out on his room's floor when he gets there. Just thinking and trying to figure out how he's supposed to bring up anything Angel told him. It doesn't seem like something he could just blurt out, but maybe could he? It wouldn't be the first awkward non-sequitur he's ever done. In fact, most of his conversations are full of random topic changes because his mind wondered off. His therapist thinks he may have a form of ADHD actually. Apparently it's not normal to jump topics the way his brain does? How does everyone else think? He's just making connections in his brain? Like hot chocolate is a hot plant based drink, which is what tea is, and tea is usually made by cults, and Christianity of all flavours are death-cults, but they also would sometimes fund artists back in the day, one of those artists was Michelangelo, who is known for his paintings, but he also designed buildings and sculpted statues-
"What are you thinking so hard about?" Lucifer was distracted enough that he didn't notice he wasn't alone until Alastor leans over into his view to ask his question, startling him.
"My therapist thinks I have ADHD." Slips out, making him face palm. "That's not what I meant to say."
Alastor chuckles, warm and amused, and sarcastically asks. "I wonder Why he'd think that?"
"Shut up, Bambi. I got distracted." Lucifer pouts, but still lets Alastor pulls him to his feet when he offers a hand. He decides to bring up the sex topic like ripping off a bandaid. "What I meant to say was I talked to Angel for advice on intimacy after sexual trauma. I figured he'd have good advice."
"Oh?" Alastor tilts his head, eyes gleaming with interest.
"It was stuff like don't force anything and have lots of communication." Lucifer starts manually undoing his coat. "One recommendation was to try out positions without it being sexual, to see if it triggers any negative emotion and to avoid it if it does. And to use safewords and something called the stop light system."
"That's a smart idea." A heated look flashes over Alastor's face, clearly thinking about how they had already been kind of doing that without knowing it was helping, before he's back to curious, "I'm familiar safewords, they're pretty self-explanatory, but what is the stop light system?"
"So it's three colours, green, yellow, and red." Lucifer slips off his coat and drapes it on the back of the couch nearby to freely talk with his hands, "I think you're either supposed to ask me what colour I am while things are happening and I'm supposed to answer one of those colours or I just blurt one out in response to what's happening. Green is an enthusiastic "I'm good, keep going", yellow is a cautious "I'm not sure about what's currently happening" and we might need to pause and talk about it, and red is "we need to stop". Angel said that the safewords and saying red are to help communicate something is wrong in a single word if I can't explain for whatever reason. Like if I get triggered by something unexpectedly or something."
"That's excellent." Alastor cups Lucifer's face, "We will be using that. Did he have any other advice?"
"To have grounding sights, sounds, or smells around just in case?" Lucifer leans lightly into Alastor's hands, "Things that make me feel safe and put distance between the presents and memories if I do start to have a flashback."
Lucifer turns his head and presses a kiss to the palm of one of Alastor's hands, making the Deer blush a little.
"I guess make sure I can see that pretty face if I need grounding." Lucifer gives the other man a flirty smile, "Because you make me feel safer than I have in years."
"Charming tempter." Alastor purrs, before boxing Lucifer up against the back of the couch and devouring Lucifer's mouth. He pulls back and looks apologetic, "Unfortunately, we don't currently have time to take this farther. I had come up to ask if you would like to share lunch with me while I'm on break. Vaggi still needs help with records and bookkeeping, but we can definitely pick this up later."
"Lunch sounds great." Lucifer chuckles a bit breathlessly, "I wasn't expecting us to jump right into anything, just thought I'd tell you Angel's recommendations."
Alastor summons food (which appears to be rice and some type of ...chili?) from his shadows for them and places the plates at the table. "Can I ask what lend you to talking to our resident sex expert?"
"Well," Lucifer still feels a bit ridiculous climbing into his chair when they take their seats, but there's not much he can do without making the table less comfortable for Alastor, and Lucifer refuses. "I was getting annoyed with myself. I've wanted to go farther for a while, but I would mentally get worked up, and remember things with Her, and chicken out, then what happened two days ago happened and messed with my head... so I figured Angel would have advice that could help put my mind more at ease. I think the colour system will be really helpful, since I don't have to figure out how to articulate my messy brain while still getting the point across."
"I will make sure to use it." Alastor looks like he's plotting something, which makes Lucifer's heartrate pick up in anticipation, but the Demon merely continues talking. "We should also come up with a safeword as well. Something you wouldn't normally say."
"I don't know what would be a good word." The food is as delicious as all of Alastor's creations are when Lucifer takes a bite to buy time to think.
"How about rotgut?" Alastor offers, explaining when Lucifer looks confused. "It's what we used to call bad alcohol when I was alive. I figure we likely aren't going to be drinking while feeling things out, and even if we do, it's not going to be cheap booze, but also, even if you can't get the whole thing out "rot" and "red" sound enough alike to get my attention."
"Huh." Lucifer smiles, "That's perfect. Rotgut. Got it."
"Perfect." Alastor's got an excited undertone to his body language. It's adorable. Lucifer's going to make sure to hype himself up for later. Alastor has been so patient, Lucifer would be super disappointed in himself and guilty if he crushes that excitement. Not the healthiest thought. But he can't "get better" or "get over it" like he wants if he doesn't push himself out of his comfort zone. And he really, Really wants to step outside of this particular trauma made comfort zone he's been hiding in for almost a month.
Topics change to the odd guests they've seen doing weird shit in the Hotel recently while they eat. It ends up being a lovely little lunch break.
Alastor is unfortunately very distracted for the rest of the day. He still gets all his tasks done, (while ignoring Angel's amused and knowing looks), but it takes longer than it normally would because he keeps thinking about different ways to ease into situations without spooking his Starlight into shying away or shutting down, while also recalling Lucifer's admittance to being intersex. He's not quite sure what that means for Lucifer's set up, but he's excited to find out.
Alastor, at least, understands how to work with both primary sets of genitals humans have. He learned while alive that sex appeal and maybe a handjob made it much easier to lure his victims out to his cabin. It was unsurprisingly effective with those who like the power trip of being with someone they see as "lesser".
This is something he's retired since dying and gaining enough power and status to not need to rely on such tricks. Which means he might be a bit rusty, but he's confident he can figure out how to best pleasure Lucifer, whether or not they actually have full on sex tonight.
And dinner ends up with everyone eating together, meaning he couldn't drag the other man, who apparently showered before the meal, away. Alastor has a hard time being patient as the smell of Lucifer's conditioner fills his nose, but he refuses to show it. He does still end up being one of the first to leave, mostly so he can take his own, likely much colder than Lucifer's, shower before he goes to Lucifer's suite.
Alastor locks the door behind him when he enters, and finds an amused Lucifer sitting and watching him from his bed. The man is now wearing one of his adorably oversized sweaters, that comes down to his mid-thigh, but Alastor can't tell if he's wearing anything else. He's definitely not wearing any pants, deceptively soft naked legs covered in a thin coat of blonde hair are on full display.
"Well, aren't you a delicious sight?" Alastor purrs, enjoying the shiver that goes through the angel in front of him.
"You have a thing for my sweaters." Lucifer teases, shifting to look even more inviting.
"Guilty as charged." Alastor cheerful quips before removing his shoes and the top half of his outfit before joining Lucifer on the bed, but instead of doing something like box Lucifer in, he gently pulls Lucifer into his lap. It's a position they've made out in before on several occasions and gives Lucifer more control, thus will likely help the man relax. His King is doing an excellent job at pretending he isn't nervous, but Alastor has been studying this man's behavior for months (at first so he can mess with him, but now so he can protect him), he can see the signs. He places his hands on Lucifer's thighs, lightly rubbing along the top and outside, then sliding his hands higher, just under Lucifer's sweater, brushing the thin fabric of Lucifer's boxers. "What colour?"
Lucifer gives him a shy smile, "Green."
Alastor leans forward, keeping his hands where they are, and kisses Lucifer, who enthusiastically kisses back and buries a hand in Alastor's still damp curls. The other hand is lightly holding onto Alastor's shoulder. Almost all of Lucifer's tension melts away when Alastor deepens the kiss, pulling tiny moans from the angel. The sweet man turns to puddy over the bare minimum affection, and Alastor doesn't like to ever do things in halves.
Lucifer is panting when they finally break apart, but before Alastor can do anything else, the other man is kissing, licking, and nipping his throat, making him moan. Alastor's hands slide up to Lucifer's hips without him thinking about it. "Fuck.."
"That is the idea, yes." Lucifer cheekily says as he pulls back to smirk at Alastor. The angel is absolutely radiant.
"Brat." Alastor tickles his sides in retaliation, making the man squeal and throw himself backwards to get away, making him end up on his back in front of Alastor with his legs still in Alastor's lap. His sweater is scrunch up, revealing satiny red boxers and some more skin.
"Asshole!" Lucifer laughs as he props himself up on his elbows to "glare" at Alastor, but squeaks when Alastor begins kissing and licking the inside of one of his thighs, starting just above the knee and working his way up. His ridiculous death gained flexibility coming in handy. He pauses the onslaught when he reaches the edge of Lucifer's very obviously tented boxers. The musky scent of arousal fills Alastor's nose.
"Colour?" Alastor asks, just checking in. Lucifer's visible skin is all flushed a pretty gold.
"Gr-green!" Lucifer shivers. Alastor hooks his fingers in Lucifer's waistband.
"May I?"
"You may." Lucifer bashfully answers with a nod.
Alastor presses one more kiss to Lucifer's thigh before slowly removing Lucifer's boxers, giving the man plenty of time to change his mind, before tossing the item to the foot of the bed. Lucifer's penis is proportional to his small body, but were testicles would usually be is a chubby vagina. There's already a bit of moisture already leaking out from the folds and wetting his curly blonde pubes.
Alastor makes eye contact with a nervous Lucifer while licking his lips in a very obvious manner, "May I?"
"Oh, uh, I've never been-" Lucifer stutters adorably.
"Do you want me to?" Alastor pulls back slightly, trying to makes sure Lucifer doesn't feel pressured.
"I- I'm curious about- about it." Lucifer admits. Alastor leans in again, placing his hands under Lucifer's knees to move them to his shoulders when he gets the go ahead.
"Anything I should avoid doing or you'd like me to do?"
"I- I don't know?" Lucifer's legs twitch in nervous anticipation.
"Well," Alastor shifts so he's laying on his stomach while moving Lucifer's legs to his shoulders, "tell me if you don't like something. You remember the saveword?"
"Rotgut." Lucifer jitterily confirms.
"Good boy." Alastor praises, making Lucifer shiver in excitement. The angel is weak to praise.
Lucifer makes the cutest surprised moan when Alastor leans forward and swipes a lick along Lucifer's pussy. He tastes sweet and salty, a bit like the caramel covered popcorn Alastor would get as a treat while alive.
"Delicious." Alastor mutters, making Lucifer making an embarrassed noise and his thighs twitch, but notably doesn't say or do anything to stop Alastor from going back in. He laps up between the folds and up Lucifer's dick. He takes Lucifer's cute dick into his mouth, careful of his teeth, while sticking a finger inside Lucifer's soft opening. Tight walls easily let Alastor thrust the singilar digit in and out, searching for all of Lucifer's most sensitive spots, but he can tell he's going to need to do a lot of prep for Alastor to trust he won't accidentally hurt his King.
Every moan, hitch of breath, and twitch is rewarding. Lucifer seems to cycle between wanting to muffle himself and remembering Alastor likes to hear him, just covering and uncovering his mouth with a sweater paw covered hand.
Alastor pauses his multitasking when he adds a second finger. His voice is husky when he asks, "Colour?"
"Green! Holy shit! Green!" Lucifer gasps, breath ragged. It makes Alastor chuckle, feeling proud to have made Lucifer come undone with so little.
He takes Lucifer's dick back into his mouth and restarts what he had been doing, just now with 2 fingers inside Lucifer twisting and scissoring. Alastor knows he finds the spot he was looking for when Lucifer seizes, thighs clamping on Alastor's neck, and lets out a string of nonsense words, the word green is mixed in, so Alastor isn't worried he hurt him. He just continues his pace, targeting that spot until Alastor is satisfied with how stretched Lucifer is. Lucifer whines when Alastor releases his penis and removes his fingers, but Lucifer isn't disappointed for long. He wraps his slick covered hand around Lucifer's dick and lightly starts rubbing it up and down, while he uses his free hand to hold open the lips of Lucifer's quivering pussy so it's easier to buries his face in.
Lucifer makes the most delightful high pitched moan when Alastor sticks his tongue inside him. His hips twitch like he doesn't know if he wants to press closer or wiggle away, but delicate fingers bury themselves in Alastor's hair, holding him there so he can't pull away to ask if he should stop, so he takes that as his cue to continue. He laps at Lucifer's walls, rubbing at all the sensitive spots he found with his long tongue, swallowing more and more fluids. He can tell Lucifer is getting closer and closer to the edge, but he doesn't stop.
He fully plans to have Lucifer cum at least twice tonight.
"Ah! Al-Ah! I'mmmmm goin-Ah!" Lucifer keens and falls over the edge when Alastor doesn't slow down. Cum coats the hand that was working Lucifer's penis and his licking makes obscene slurping noises as his face gets coated in Lucifer's delicious fluids. He only pulls away when Lucifer comes down from his orgasm and starts petting Alastor's hair.
"Good?" Alastor smugly asks, propping himself up on an elbow and wiping the cum on his hand off on the covers (they'll need to be cleaned anyways). Lucifer gives a breathless laugh.
"You already know, asshole." Lucifer then surprises Alastor by slipping his legs off Alastor's shoulders and pulling Alastor up into a passionate kiss, uncaring of all the body fluids coating Alastor's face. They're both panting when they finally break apart.
"Up for more?" Alastor checks, not wanting to assume.
"Fuck yes. Take your pants off." Lucifer is hilariously enthusiastic and bossy. The previous fear completely missing.
"Ooh? Have something in mind?" Alastor teases, but does remove the rest of his clothes. His aching penis is thankful for the freedom.
"Yeah, I do actually." Lucifer smirks, sweeping a hand towards head of the bed, "Lay down."
Ooo! Alastor thinks he knows where this is going.
He gets nice and comfortable, half propped up on a couple pillows so he can easily watch Lucifer, who seems to be taking in how big Alastor is. While not anything insane, he's still rather larger, especially for someone as small as Lucifer. Lucifer doesn't shy away, though. Sure, he's clearly a little intimidated, but he also seems determined in a way that keeps Alastor from saying anything.
Lucifer strips his sweater off as he straddles Alastor's thighs, summoning a small bottle of lube to his hand. "I make no promises on how good I'll be at this. I don't have experience with your particular equipment for obvious reasons."
"That's fine, Starlight." Alastor just realized he might be taking Lucifer's vaginal virginity. He's not usually one to care about such things, but for some reason with it being Lucifer he's defiling, a prideful possessive feeling wells up inside of him.
Lucifer has never put something as big as Alastor inside himself before. Somehow he feels more exposed now, straddling Alastor's thighs and warming some lube in his hand, than he had when Alastor was trying to slurp his insides out of his body. (Lucifer just knows he's going to have wet dreams about that tongue working it's magic.) He thinks it's the predatory and hungry look in Alastor's eye as he watches Lucifer's every move.
Lucifer gently slicks up Alastor's dick once he deems the lube warm enough. Alastor still hisses a little, his breathing gets rougher, but he doesn't move, letting Lucifer set the pace. Which is really nice. Alastor is a very attentive lover, Lucifer hopes he can make him feel as good as Alastor made him feel.
Once the lube is coating Alastor's member, Lucifer shuffles forward and lines himself up. It burns a little when he presses down, but not at much at he thought it would, the oral and fingering Alastor had done prepped him quite a bit. He works himself open on Alastor's dick by taking a little, then pulling off, then taking a little more, basically fucking himself lower and lower onto the large thing. By the halfway point, Lucifer isn't the only one moaning and Alastor's claws are gripping the covers so hard Lucifer is sure he'll find holes later.
"Fuck.. You're so tight." Alastor moans like a praise, making Lucifer shiver and clinch involuntarily, making them both hiss and moan.
"You're -ah- so fucking big." Lucifer groans, bracing himself on Alastor's trembling chest and accidently slipping another inch farther down. There's still about 2 more inches. He already feels so full, but he determined to take it all.
"Mm -ah- More like you're tiny." Alastor snarks, voice tight. Lucifer can't really refute that.
"Sh-Shut up." Lucifer stubbornly fucks himself down another inch before Alastor can comment again.
"I -ah- Fuck. Fuck!" Alastor throws his head back against the pillows. It's fascinating and extremely flattering to see the normally composed man falling apart.
Lucifer has to pause once he's finally fully seated on Alastor, needing to adjust to feeling so completely stretched open. Something about his body language must worry Alastor because he starts gently rubbing Lucifer's sides.
"What colour?"
"Yellow." Lucifer admits, panting, "I need a minute. Just to adjust."
"There's no rush." Alastor's hands slide down and massage Lucifer's tense leg muscles. It's nice. "I have the best view in all 3 realms."
Lucifer knows more than just his face is blushing at that, "Charmer."
"But not a liar." Alastor smirks, which is wiped from his face when Lucifer tries to lean forward to kiss him and Alastor somehow goes even deeper, making them both moan. Once the new depth processes enough for Lucifer to react in more than moans, he starts giggling, getting a confused noise from Alastor.
"There's no way I'd be able to walk tomorrow if I didn't have a healing factor." Lucifer rocks a little, his breath hitches, "You're so deep."
"Fuckmm" Alastor moans, but keeps himself from moving. Something that shouldn't be an issue once Lucifer is fully adjusted. The rocking helps speed up the process interestingly enough.
Lucifer starts slow, transitioning from just rocking to lifting and dropping himself a couple of inches, until he's as adjusted as he can be and is punching moans out of himself by slamming himself down Alastor's length. Alastor's hands end up on Lucifer's hips, and he starts thrusting up into Lucifer, making the angel nearly scream when he starts nailing Lucifer's g-spot which each thrust.
Lucifer full understands the term "dick-drunk" now. He feels like he's seeing stars and like he can feel Alastor's dick hitting the back of his throat, even though that's not possible. Obscene skin slapping and wet suction is almost as loud as their moans. It makes it hard for Lucifer to keep pace, and he nearly sobs when his legs try to give out.
"Can I-?" Lucifer is babbling an agreement before Alastor even finishes the question. He doesn't care so long as the pleasure he's drowning in doesn't stop.
Alastor suddenly flips them over, so Lucifer is on his back. Lucifer wraps his legs around Alastor's hips, and grips his shoulders instinctively, which is wise because the pace gets even rougher than before. Lucifer barely feels like he can breath before a moan is ripped from his throat. He's so lost to the pleasure he doesn't notice how close his orgasm is until he's falling over the edge with a choked gasp. His muscles going taut and squeezing Alastor must send the other man over the edge, because there's suddenly even more hot fluids than just his own being fucked into Lucifer's messy cunt.
Lucifer will be real, he loses time. He might have passed out? He's not sure, but it couldn't have been too long because he's still clinging to Alastor and leaking goo around Alastor's softening penis when he comes back to himself. Alastor is kissing Lucifer's face, so Lucifer lets go of his shoulders to drag him into a proper kiss.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" Alastor asks, clearly worried he was too rough.
"I don't think so." Lucifer blinks and self-assesses, "... I don't think I can stand. My legs feel like jelly."
Alastor grins smugly, "Perfect. Means I did a good job."
"You fucked my brains out." Lucifer rolls his eyes, but still smiles, "I think you did more than just a "good job"."
Alastor snickers, before slipping his dick out of Lucifer, making them both gasp, then Alastor repositions them by sitting and dragging Lucifer into his lap. Lucifer feels like he's going to burst into flames when he feels more cum leak out of him, coating his (and likely Alastor's) thighs.
"I think a shower is in order." Alastor comments.
"But I can't-" Lucifer tries to protest the idea. Mostly because he can't stand. But Alastor doesn't wait, just picks Lucifer up and carries him to the bathroom.
"I got you." Alastor promises. And he does. He doesn't place Lucifer down a single time while getting them both cleaned up. Nor does he leave after. He stays and cuddles a clingy, but happy Lucifer.
Alastor is once again scaring people by being extremely cheerful, but if they had the night he had, they'd be in just as high of spirits. He hums as he works, and flashes smug smiles or salaciously licks his lips every time he makes eye contact with Lucifer, who blushes and rolls his eyes with a smile or flirtily bats his eyes while flipping him off. It makes them both laugh.
"See my advice worked." Angel snickers when he notices their interactions. "Your hair is looking great too by the way, Pep's advice is really working."
"Indeed." Alastor chuckles. "Have you talked to Charlie about the possibility of running a safe sex and sexual trauma seminar? I'm sure there's plenty of Sinners who could benefit."
"That's a thought." Angel shakes his head in disbelief, "Me? An educator?"
"Why not? There's no one more qualified on such topics." Alastor tilts his head curiously.
"Seriously?" Angel asks in confusion. "I'm a pornstar. That doesn't exactly scream "teacher"."
"Your profession makes you the perfect teacher on such subjects." Alastor tells him, "Your profession gives you an unbiased view of sex, the good and bad, and you've had to personally figure out how to combat trauma from malpractice in the industry."
"I suppose that makes sense..." Angel looks thoughtful, before "shaking the thoughts away" and dramatically pointing at Alastor, "I ain't promisin' nuthin'! But I'll think about it!"
"Very well." Alastor says agreeably. "I can help you pitch the idea to Charlie and set up a schedule if you decide it is something you're willing to do."
"I'll keep that in mind." Angel says, waving good-bye as he walks off to the bar to hang out with Husk. Which is just as well, Alastor has to help Vaggi direct guests. The flow has slowed down, but there's still a lot of Sinners hoping to become Winners. And most of them are idiots who can't follow simple instructions, needing Alastor, Charlie, or Vaggi to basically hold their hand to get them to their destination.
"EMILY!" Charlie's excited yell announces the presence of the angel to the whole lobby. Alastor politely disengages with the guest he was helping and follows to high pitched squealing and talking to the girls fawning over each other and catching up.
Emily seems to have amputated the wing she injured saving him from the Might of Lilith canon. That surgery and the rehabilitation is likely the reason the angel hasn't visited before now. She doesn't seem to be suffering terribly for it's loss, which is fortunate.
The taller, older seraphim is with her. Alastor doesn't trust this "Sera" as far as he could throw her. She has that stuck up snooty look on her face that racist assholes wear whenever forced to deal with those they deem as "lesser". He does not have high hopes for her, but he can't kill her. Charlie would be upset, which would make Lucifer upset, which would be annoying, but also Alastor isn't sure a head on fight would work or if it'd end like the fight with Adam had. He doesn't know how Lucifer and Sera's powers compare to each other's, or if the small amount Alastor can use is powerful enough to hurt her. So he'll just have to figure something else out if she's unbearable.
Looking passed the group, he's amused to find Vaggi looking very jealous of Emily, but not moving to intervene or greet the other angel until Charlie directly calls her and the rest of the staff over to meet Emily and Sera.
That's when Alastor notes Lucifer isn't coming over. He's off to the side, watching, more like studying Sera with a distrusting frown. So Alastor slips over to Lucifer's side instead of head over to the noisy group.
"Know them?" Alastor asks, fishing for answers. This close he can see an old hurt in Lucifer's eyes.
"Sera has never given me a reason to trust her. And has never been willing to listen to mere words if they doesn't align with her ideals." Lucifer drags his eyes away from the other angel, to the younger one and his daughter interacting. He quirks a sad, yet fond smile. "She must be who they had replace me in my duties in Heaven. She certainly has a sunny enough disposition."
"Oh?" Alastor can't really imagine Lucifer being so bubbly, but he supposes that's because Lucifer isn't whoever he had been before his Fall. This is the hurt, jaded version of the man, one whose dreams were repeatedly crushed, but is still able to smile despite it all.
"Mn" Lucifer hums an agreeing sound. Nothing else is said for a minute as they watch the group interact, when Lucifer suddenly starts speaking again. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm jealous of them sometimes."
Lucifer and Alastor makes eye contact, there's something unfathomably old and tired peeking out behind Lucifer's eyes.
"I'm happy and proud that Charlie and Emily are able to do this, but I can't help being bitter over Heaven never listening to me and usually making everything worse for us in Hell." Lucifer tilts his head to Sera, while still looking at Alastor. "Sera's the one who approved of the Exterminations, something I would argue should be seen as worse than me giving Eve knowledge. She and Adam made me fight tooth and nail to make them agree to not touch any Hellborn or the Sins. I don't think I will ever forgive her for that."
Alastor grabs Lucifer's hand, threading their fingers together, to hopefully give his King comfort and reassurance.
"The Sins and I are her siblings.. but family has always seemed to mean nothing to them when it comes to those asking questions." Lucifer steels himself, "I won't apologize to her for anything. Not when she's in my house, now."
Alastor kisses Lucifer's hand and flashes a dangerous smile. "Of course, My King."
"Dad! Alastor!" They look over at Charlie excitedly waving them over.
"Yeah! Al! Short King!" Angel laughs, before a calculating look flashes over his face (The spider is smarter than he gives himself credit for. He's likely piecing together the problem.), then comes closer to them to ask. "Why are you hiding over here?"
"Don't worry about it, Angel." Lucifer gives a tight smile, "I won't make it problem, if she doesn't."
Concern for Lucifer washes over Angel's face, but he doesn't stop Lucifer from pulling Alastor towards Charlie. Sera's tightening smile when faced with Lucifer is extremely obvious.
"Why don't you introduce us to your friend, Char-Char?" Lucifer very pointed ignores Sera.
"This is Emily!" Charlie obliviously grins presenting the nervous angel. "She's the one who's been on our side since she learned about the Exterminations."
"It's lovely to meet you." Lucifer smiles, clearly trying to put her at ease.
"You too, Your Majesty!" Emily stammers.
"Please, you're Charlie's friend! Just call me Lucifer!" Emily seems a bit starstuck by Lucifer.
"Lovely to see you, again, Emily." Alastor greets, and decides to show some grace to the girl. "Thank you for sacrificing your wing to save me."
"Oh, dear. Did that happen at-?" Lucifer trails off, clearly feeling guilty.
"Yes." Alastor squeezes his hand, "But it's not like you got a say in it."
Emily luckily catches on, and starts to fret. "I don't blame you at all! You were really hurt, too! Did you heal alright?"
"I'm mostly healed up. Your wing isn't causing you too many problems, is it? I could ask Asmodeus about making you a prosthetic." Alastor can see the similarity now as the two angels fret over each other's health. She just has an air of innocence and inexperience about her that both Morningstars lack, but she also lacks Charlie's willful ignorance. Everything he's seen and heard of involving Emily paints a compassionate girl, who's way too trusting and completely willing to learn new things that make her uncomfortable just so she can help others. If Lucifer was exactly like her at one point, Alastor can see how Lilith would have sunk her claws in him all too easily.
"Lucifer." Sera's voice cuts through the smaller angels' back and forth fussing.
"Sera." Lucifer doesn't look at her. He's suddenly a lot tenser, his hand tightens around Alastor's.
"I wanted to say-"
"No." Lucifer cuts her off, shocking her out of her regal posture.
"No?" She flinches back a step when Lucifer turns a heated glare onto her.
"No. If you're going to apologize, I DON'T want to hear it. It's way too late for that." Lucifer informs her, then waves his free hand at the girls. "You're here to help them, so focus on that."
"Lucifer." Sera's tone indicates she wants to defend herself, but Lucifer holds a hand up, silencing her again. Which is amusing to see from an outside perspective, Lucifer is literally half her height.
"No. You don't get to do everything you've done and expect me to hear you out." Lucifer raises an eyebrow at her. "No, you have to earn that right."
"Dad?" Charlie nervously tries to cut in, presumably to try to smooth over a situation she doesn't understand, yet again.
"Don't worry about it, Ducky. I won't start anything if she doesn't." Lucifer then visibly and disrespectfully dismisses Sera, much to Alastor's amusement, to smile friendlily at Emily. "It's been a pleasure to meet you. Find me or tell Charlie, Vaggi, or Bambi if you decide you want a prosthetic wing."
He then turns to Alastor, releasing his hand and pulling him down to press a kiss to Alastor's cheek.
"I'll see you later, Bambi." Lucifer says cheekily before strutting away. Alastor probably looks a little lovestruck as he watches the other man leave.
When Alastor looks back at the odd group, Emily and Charlie are both starry-eyed, Vaggi and Husk look done with life, Angel is smirking, and Sera looks stunned. He's not sure where Nifty and her fishman went.
"Are Lucifer and Lilith not still together?" Sera asks awkwardly.
"No." The Hell residents say at once, the tones are all wildly different. Angel is cheerful, Vaggi is exasperated, Husk is blunt, Alastor is smug, and Charlie is surprisingly bitter, but it's clearly not about the split happening. Alastor didn't know the Princess had it in her to be so clearly angry with her mother.
"What happened?" Emily earnestly implores.
"The Short King got tired of dealing with the Ex-Queen's abusive behavior." Angel explains, a hint of pride in his voice. Pride that another victim got away from their shitty situation.
"Abuse?" Sera sounds devastated for someone who actively made Lucifer's life harder.
"Indeed. Mon trèsor has suffered a lot at the hands of That-" Alastor glances at Charlie and very obviously changes what word he was going to say. "Woman."
"I feel like I don't understand her at all..." Charlie sighs, before clapping her hands to her cheeks and perking herself up. "But my family drama is Not why you're here! Alastor? Are you alright with helping Vaggi with the guests while I show Emily and Sera around?"
"Of course, dear. That is my job." Alastor chuckles.
"You guys are the best!" Charlie tells them, before pecking Vaggi on the cheek and leading the 2 seraphim away, chatting a hundred miles per hour.
"So what was that about?" Husk asks, eyeing Alastor curiously, "Lucifer was about as resentful of Sera as he is Lilith."
"Sera was the one to approve the Exterminations and apparently made Lucifer fight really hard to get her to agree to not target the Sins or Hellborn." Alastor explains simply, adding, "I think there's more to it than just that, but that's what he was willing to share when I asked."
"She does seem to look down on us. For all that she was playing nice in front of Emily and Charlie." Angel grimaces, "Hope she doesn't cause any more shit."
"We'll keep an eye on her. For now we'll trust Charlie." Vaggi firmly states.
"There's never a dull moment around here." Husk grumpily sighs and stomps back to the bar, taking a snickers Angel with him.
"Duty calls, my dear." Alastor departs from an exasperated Vaggi to stalks towards some confused looking guests. He so hopes there's troublemakers to use some misplaced aggression on today. He's itching to tear someone apart and snack on their bone marrow.
Lucifer's back and wings have been hurting with phantom pain since he laid eyes on Sera. She may not have been the one to cut his original wings off or physically hold him down, but she helped chain his magic. She wasn't against any of his punishments and seemed to always be adding more. Constantly threating any fragile peace he carves out for himself.
He doesn't understand why she seems (seemed?) to hate him so much.
He's uninterested in her hollow apologies. Neither Her or Heaven deserve his forgiveness. Lucifer will work with them for Charlie's sake, but he isn't going to let them think he's going to forgive and forget their transgressions against him.
Lucifer will have to ask to be warned if any of the other Archangels show up. While Raphael and Gabriel probably wouldn't be too bad to see again, they at least tried to lessen his punishment or defend Lucifer's actions, he's scared shitless to see Uriel and Michael again. He'd rather never see either of them again. Michael was merciless.
Lucifer can hear the phantom snapping of his bones echoing in his ears just thinking of his elder brothers.
The Hotel suddenly feels too small and his magic feels like it wants to lash out against an invisible threat, so he opens a portal to the middle of nowhere Wrath and lets it out. He screams out his rage and pain, while his magic rips apart and scorches his surrounding. When he finally collapses, panting from the emotional release, he's in a crater, there's deep gouges in rock and earth alike, and sand has been melted and twisted into jagged glass spikes.
But he feels a little better. Less like the helpless naïve fool who was too easy to hurt. He won't be held down so easily this time. He's only gotten stronger and bolder over the years, and this time he KNOWS he's not alone. Alastor has been nothing like Lilith. And Charlie and her friends hate injustice and cruelty, and Uriel and Michael's treatment of him was the definition of cruelty. (Whether it was unjust or not depends on who you ask, but he'd like to think they'd find it unjust.)
He lets his wings out, and launches himself into the sky. It pulls on his tender wounds and probably (definitely) tears his 2 problem wounds back open a little, but he needs to fly. Flying is one of his greatest joys and freedoms that those who should care about him the most always seem to target first. He needs the physical reminder they can't keep him down.
He flies around for several hours, enjoying the heat of Wrath, and wind in his wings. Unfortunately, blood is soaking his shoulders when he finally decides that he's flown around enough to sooth himself. He luckily didn't have any meetings today, or he would have definitely missed them. He was just supposed to help out around the Hotel as needed and read over some documents involving trade between Pride and Greed and Envy. He's not really sure what they're about. Leviathan and Mammon didn't write them, but couldn't really care less, so left it up to him to approve or dismiss whatever they're about. He could read them anywhere, though.
Lucifer opens a portal to Belphegor's cozy abode. He summons his phone to his hand to check the time and finds that she should be home soon, but also that Charlie and Vaggi are asking where he went. They're not too old, so they must have only recently realized he's not at the Hotel. He simply tells them he went to get some air and asks if they need anything, but gets a negative, they were just checking on him and hope he stays safe. Which is sweet of them.
He warns Belle he's in her home and about him being too rough on his injuries. She lightly scolds him before telling him she'll be home in a few. Which gives him time to put his wings away and delicately remove his blood stained shirt and coat, before climbing into one of Belle's ridiculously tall chairs.
"Lucifer?" Belle calls out as she steps through her portal.
"Hey, Belle. Sorry about this." Lucifer grimaces, "I needed to spread my wings and remind myself I'm not grounded."
"May I ask why?" Belle asks as she steps forward and gently getting to work. "It's not as bad as I feared."
"I didn't do anything too crazy, mostly just drift for miles." Lucifer is already going to be sore as hell without him trying to do fancy maneuvers. He then sighs and slumps a little. "Sera visited the Hotel."
"What?" Belle sounds as incredulous. All the Sins had helped him come up with reasons to leave them and the Hellborn out of the Exterminations. After Adam had thrown out the possibility of forcing the Sins to participate in the genocide if he couldn't kill them, Lucifer had decided he needed help shooting down all of the crazy fucker's ideas. Sera sure as shit wasn't helping, just letting that idiot do whatever he wanted unless Lucifer made a big enough stink with "justifiable" and "reasonable" rebuttals and counterpoints.
He doesn't know if they remember her role in his Fall, nor does he know if she had a role in their Falls, but they know enough to know why Sera would make him feel like he needs to launch himself into the sky and sooth himself with flying around.
"I'm pretty sure she attempted to apologize, but I told her to suck it and earn the right to talk to me." Lucifer snickers thinking about the shock on the Seraphim's face.
"She won't retaliate, will she?" Belle frets, while rubbing a soothing salve into his burning wounds.
"Not if she doesn't want the entire Hotel mad with her and make the younger Seraphim, Em..Emma? Er.. Em-something pissed off at her." Lucifer tells her. "I think she feels bad about the Exterminations NOW, but I don't care."
"Do those at the Hotel know her role in the Exterminations?" Belle asks, wiping away the rest of the blood on his back.
"Possibly? I think Charlie mentioned it before the final Extermination?" Lucifer isn't actually sure. "Bambi knows for sure. I trust he's kept an eye on the situation while I was throwing a tantrum."
"You're allowed to have emotions." Belle apprises.
"Sure, but I'm not usually destroying the landscape and tearing open my own wounds to release my emotions." Lucifer huffs, "Though, I prefer that to the panic attack and dissociation episodes I had when faced with Lilith recently."
Belle doesn't seem to know what to say to that, so they lapse into silence for a couple minutes. She manages to clean up the blood enough to place bandages over the top of his reopened wounds before Lucifer mumbles.
"With people showing up from my past to poke old wounds, do you.." Lucifer hugs himself, "Do you think Michael is going to show up?"
"I hope not." Belle's grimace is audible. She steps away to wash her hands.
"Sera was bad enough, but I doubt I'll be able to keep it together if Uriel or Michael show up." Lucifer groans, hanging his head, "....My wings hurt. There's nothing wrong with them, but..."
"Phantom pains? From? Oh, dear." Belle fusses, scooping him into her arms as if he's a toddler. (He (5ft) might as well be the size of one compared to her(14ft).)"Why don't we make some hot chocolate and put a heat pack on your back?"
Sometimes Lucifer forgets he's the youngest of his generation of Angels, and his siblings also seem to forget most of the time, too. (Lucifer being the First to Fall and becoming King of their realm will do that) But occasionally something like this happens and it's like he's a child again. (Satan never forgets, though, and likes to rub it in Lucifer's face. The bastard.) And while this would usually annoy Lucifer, since he's a grown ass man thank you very much, this time it sounds lovely.
"You know what? That sounds lovely, Belle." Lucifer tells her, "But only for a little while. I really should head back to the Hotel soon."
"Of course, Lu!" Belle beams. She's probably thrilled to get to baby one of her siblings again. She's always been one of his more maternal siblings, which is one of the reasons she got so into medicine.
When they Fell, the lost all access to Heavenly aid. Raphael was the one who knew the most about medicine, but now they couldn't ask him for help, so they all learned things as they went. But Belle didn't just learn basics, she wanted to learn it all. She's probably forgotten more medical knowledge than most of the Sins combined know currently. (Asmodeus being the exception, he learned a lot about medicine to have safe practices in his work and branched out to prosthetics at some point.)
So, yes, he let's her bundle him up on one of her plush couches and bury him in heating pads. Belle's hot chocolate is a little unusual to most people because it has lavender in it. But Lucifer finds it soothing.
They talk about meaningless topics for the rest of Lucifer's visit. It helps the phantom pains fade, and takes long enough for the real pain to set in, aka the itching from letting blood dry in his feathers.
He's a little anxious about what Alastor's reaction is going to be about Lucifer hurting himself and messing up his feathers... Guess there's only one way to find out.