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../ ( ) \you know something about this chapter killed me. I rewrote it 3 times before giving. ..

...《 up. Like I'm not dissatisfied with it just not 100% happy with it either just can't put my finger on what's off about it. Maybe it's because there's two people who are both he's and I was worried about them getting mixed up. I just don't know.

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Chapter Six

Drip

Drip

Drip

The dripping of the faucet was loud in the quiet bathroom, even with both knobs turned all the way off it was still dripping. He should fix it. It is an easy task far more so than the one sitting in the tub. Snap his fingers and preso fixed good as new, he wished he could snap his fingers and just fix Alastor good as new. He was an fucking idiot hyper fixating on something as silly as the plumbing instead of his real probelm, he had a habit of that.

Fixating on his ducks instead of his failing marriage fixating on the faucet instead of Alastor who needed him. Lillith needed him to and look how that turned out. Charlie needed him and he locked himself away. He shook his head, he was spiraling, he wasn't going to fail Alastor, he might be a shitty husband and a worse father but he would be the best damn dominant for the deer.

It took more effort than it should have to rip his eyes from the faucet turning them to his charge. The red deer was laying in the bath only his knees poked out bruised and bloody from scraping across the floor. He was leading back against the tub wedged as much as he could into the curve, eyes locked on Lucifer though they held no recognition of who he was. This wasn't just sub drop it was something else entirely, the sinner was in a type of limbo teetering on the edge one side was reality on the other, some dark twisting pit that was hell bent on consuming his mind, body and soul. Sloth had an asylum for hellborns who ended up falling into that darkness, no one ever came out. It was the ultimate form of punishment for wayward sub and doms , the royals preferred method for dealing with things: break the mind but leave the body intact for breeding. Lucifer never gave it much thought and left his people to do as they pleased but after today he couldn't let the practice continue.

Time to stop dicking around and get started, he wasn't just the king of hell but also the king of aftercare. He was gonna give Alastor the royal treatment and pamper this bitch until he was back to being a thorn in the king's side. Because the only way out of this was through Lucifer himself and wasn't that some twisted shit?The very person who put him here was the only one around to pull him out. Maybe he should have called someone else to help. Knowing the sinner he doubted anyone even knew about his secondary class, this wasn't something the taller of the two would run around telling people.

"On today's broadcast we, my dear listeners, are going to talk about how I'm a submissive ! Yes you heard that right the great radio demon myself is a sub! And I can't wait to tell you how the King of hell himself put me in my place. That place being on my knees servicing my king in every possible way and I mean every way" he could hear that voice in his head how the end of the sentence would trail off in a pur. STOP nope nope nope he was not about to fantasize about that no sir he was not. He was not pictureing the radio demon serving him in any type of way, father above he was a pervert.

'Don't picture getting serviced by Alastor"

'Fix Alastor get laid after'

'Fix Alastor get laid after'

He slapped a hand over his mouth, sighing deeply through his nose, golden eyes looking at the demon who was not currently filling his head with dirty thoughts. How was he gonna clean the other up when just the thought of touching that pale skin had his mind slipping away to lala land. Through a can-do attitude that was how so he reached for the soap giving it a sniff, rosemary and mint easy on the senses. Being a deer must make the other's nose very sensitive to smells, something with minimum fragrance was probably preferred. He himself had a sensitive nose a fact that Lillith used against him when the rift between them started she would always wear heavy perfumes that had him keeping his distance lest his eyes start to water.

It was with those less pleasant thoughts taking up space in his brain that he began to wash the deer starting with his face. He kept the pressure light going slow not wanting to set the sub off, he noted the shadow of an X on his forehead a death mark, hidden under the ruined makeup was something unexpected: a dusting of freckles across the bridge of the sinner nose and cheeks. It softened the usually harsh face and with the rest of that gunk gone he saw that the crimson eyes were wider more doe like. Huh, who would have guessed the radio demon was a little cutie under all that make up. No wonder he had to wear all that if anyone saw him like this he wouldn't be taken seriously, they would be too busy trying to give him flowers and candies.

' What kind of flower would he like? Something bitter for the candies I'm sure' he would look good laying in the king's bed surrounded by white rose petals. It would set off his color palette nicely, the king saw him drink darker liquors, maybe those chocolates that had the rum in the center. He would hand feed him after… NOPE. Back on track.

"Alastor?"

"Hmmm"

"Look i'm sorry for all of this but I need to know what kind of sub you are" some people had no issue when talking about secondary class, others found it to be a more private matter not wishing to disclose specifics beyond being a sub or a dom. This was only because due to the aura people gave off you couldn't really hide that information unless you got good at suppressing it like Lucifer had. Knowing what type of sub Alastor was would help him plan out his aftercare better, like if he needed lots of attention or maybe the room needed to be perfectly clean.

"No, mama said not to tell anyone" even with his voice hoarse from screaming that southern draw was something else, no wonder he was a radio host he sure as hell had the voice for it. He could picture that voice being used in others ways like umm threatening his life after this was all over yep like that.

"You can tell me, you're my good boy" so something even his mother didn't want anyone to know could only mean a handful of secondary classes. Not many were kept under lock and key like that, he ran through the short list in his mind but none of them stood out he didn't have enough information to go on.

"Gardez-le caché… I can't he can't find out" who ever this HE was Lucifer wanted to fuck him so bad until he begged. Pull out his still beating heart and feed it to the deer, only to heal him and do it all over again, to play his screams on repeat for all of hell to hear while he made the creature before him scream in other ways to show him that he was the best master that he could provide and protect. Well shit that was a dark thought took a turn at the end there didn't it.

"I can't stop" water sloshed out of the tub Lucifer falling in with the struggle to stop the sinner from getting between his legs , he had both his wrist held in the air his body wedged between those thighs hooves hooked behind his back as he was bucked against. It lasted a short few moments before stopping abruptly, both parties out of breath.

"You can stop. I'm here with you. No one can hurt you" Yeah that was comforting like Alastor wanted him here. If the radio demon was in his right state of mind he would have been ripping the king apart not laying naked and vulnerable in the tub in a less than innocent position. A position that was pulling the king's mind in two different directions 'Fix Alastor get laid after'. This was going nowhere fast. He needed more information, only one way came to mind and he wasn't happy about it talk about an invasion of privacy.

' Is that where we draw the line? Not you know being one shift away from basically dry humping the guy. Or would it be wet humping? They are in a tub surrounded by water, hmm no wait no don't get lost focus damn it. '

Another order or command would break the sinner's mind all together he had no choice, leaning over the deer the king added some shampoo to his hand working into the wet locks using his claws to scrape the scalp gently he waited until a soft sigh escaped lips before proceeding. His aura reached out, creasing the edges of Alastors own trying to get a feel for it, he pushed slightly until he felt a push back. FUCK FUCK FUCK the deer wasn't just some sub he was THE fucking sub he was a slave, based on the aura rubbing against his own freshly triggered to. How in the seven hells did this man go what 30 some odd years before he died without being triggered? It wasn't possible! But it was because the proof was right before him, no wonder his reaction to the king's order was so violent. He had zero experience in even dealing with his secondary class on top of that fact that the order was given in pure malice with only the intent to hurt.

"If I had known… Alastor I would have never…" he would have turned back around and marched into the kitchen and undid all of this. He would have taken it back, would have made sure he was cared for and safe, taken him to Sloth even so he could have been professionally helped. Never would he had abandomed him left him to… fuck Alastor could of died. His instincts screamed at him all day, alarm bells going off and he ignored it, couldn't be bothered with it, was giddy at the thought of this man's suffering but not like this. Never liked this. And now not even Sloth could help; they'd throw him in the asylum, lock him up, forgotten until second death claimed him. He did this. Now he had to figure out how to fix it. He would fix it.

He tried to pull back his aura but Alastor's had latched on trying to fuse into it, he tried again but stopped when legs tightened around his waist, painful whimpers filling the air. Shit this was bad. Look what winging it gets you dumb ass. The good thing was that with their auras entwined together it was acting like a balm to the fragile creature pulling him into a more relaxed state. Bad things about it would be addressed later, hopefully not at all.

With hair and face washed, Lucifer switches gears to heal. He kept scratching the scalp feeling with fingertips the unseen wounds. Alstors brain was swelling, lesions and lacerations cut deep rivers into the brain tissue, he was hemorrhaging any more and he could stroke out completely.

Golden glow escaped his fingers aiding the demonic healing that was already taking place, he closed the open wounds and stopped the swelling. He wished he could do more but there was the risk of accidentally purifying the demon, he still needed to check the rest of him. When he felt enough had been done he moved on, taking the wash cloth back in hand, tilting back Alstors head he gulped. His neck was long and pale, a ring of bruises from tendrils wrapped around it under those was a hand print the king's hand print it looked like a bruise but that was misleading it was an angelic burn pulsing with Lucifer's power.

He branded him like some sick fucker just like Adam did to Eve he fucking branded him, on accident or not this was not okay. Every master would know this mark, they would see it even after it faded. Feel the devils power pulsing in it a warning to back the fuck up. Alastor was his; he owned him.

"You're so quick to anger LuLu gotta keep your cool baby" Ozzie said that he didn't listen. He should have listened wrath was always nipping at his heels and look at what happened when he lost his temper when he let all that rage consume him. Just like back in heaven just like with Lillith no good came from it, no good came from him.

'Don't get pulled into your depression, you can do that later' he pictured his ducks, it helped recenter him. Mind back on track he healed the damaged windpipe making it easier for the deer to breath. Next the chest and shoulders freckles dusted them too , down the right arm until he reached the hand where two claws had been broken and the skins ripped away to show bone. He was pushing it with his angelic healing, maybe over time he could do more but that would mean the sinner would have to be exposed to it more often, and seeing how he never wanted to be in this position again that wasn't going to happen.

Demonic healing it was then, not as good but worked in a pinch. Bringing the damaged digits to his mouth he popped them inside, sucking on them his tongue curled and flicked against the tips. His saliva worked its magic on closing the wounds, when he pulled them out the damage was gone, skin fresh and new with not even a scar remaining.

It was then he felt like he was being watched so he glanced up, Alastor had sunk lower in the water so only his nose up was exposed, his ears were pointed toward the king flicking every now and again. A flush that wasn't due to the water temperature painted his cheeks making those freckles pop out even more. The left eye was crimson wide with the pupil dilated, the right was a radio dial. A soft hum of static started to crackle through the air, this made the king grin if he could use his powers that meant he was coming out of the hole.

"Sorry, too much angelic power isn't good for you" the laugh that followed those words was awkward. Yeah sorry I can't just heal you good as new after my stupid bitch ass basically turned your brain into wiggly pudding. He wanted to say that but didn't.

"Let fi ksjdgklajsng" he was trying to talk when three fingers where shoved into his mouth from the deers left hand, fucking shit. The hum of static got louder, the legs around his waist squeezed pulling the king closer to the naked body. The fingers in his mouth wiggled before pumping once, tips teasing his tongue, a head cocked to the side curiously. Lucifer grabbed the wrist attached to those fingers sad thought sad thoughts, he felt a twitch of interest from below and groaned. This little fucker was gonna be the death of him, the whiplash from one emotion to the other was killing him. Sad, Happy, mad, shame horney he couldn't take this he was only one devil.

It was instinct Alastor had no control of himself he would never do this if he was in his right state of mind, Lucifer was being a good dom taking care of him and Alastor wanted to repay that kindness. Their auras were also still wrapped up in each other; he must have felt something from it that showed the king's pleasure from sucking on his fingers when he healed them. So he was trying to make it happen again, a master's pleasure was a slave's pleasure and vise versa, he was just a little fawn exploring something new.

~Play the guitar, play it again my Johnny~ the king nearly jumped out of his skin when the music started, he pulled the fingers from his mouth face burning golden. He looked around trying to find the source only for his eyes to land on a radio in the corner, a smaller version of the broken one down stairs. He looked back at the sinner who stared back at him watching his every move for some type of reaction "I like this song" he didn't know it but that seemed to do the trick because those mismatched eyes closed their owner humming along softly with the music.

Lucifer had to scoot back for the next part, he grabbed a long leg pulling it out of the water and nealy short circuited. Even with thighs covered in brusies of green, black yellow and blue standing out against those marks was fucking fawn spots. White and oval in shape, going from mid thigh running along the outside only to cut over at the top leading to… eyes up Lucifer eyes up what a nice ceiling that is a good ceiling. He was biting his lip from what he had seen those spots go up the back as well, and he was gonna get to see how far up they went. He was gibby with the thought. Legs were his weakness, long legs. Long and covered in fawn spots that were currently hooked over his shoulder…

Wait hooked over his shoulder. FUCK. He had been so distracted by those sinful little spots he hadn't noticed the sinner shifting sliding down further in the tub until his rear was basicaly in Lucifer lap and one of those legs was thrown over his shoulder giving him a up close and persoanl view of those spots and fuck this ass hole was bendy. How was he gonna look Alastor in the eye ever again without this picture coming to mind.

Good thing was this brought the damaged knee close to his face, best heal that and get it over with, he wrapped his hand around the outside of the thigh holding it still as he ran his tongue from the back of the knee to the top. A few quick flicks and all was healed and yes those thighs were as plump and squishy as they looked. He was tempted to heal the bruises on the thighs as well but even he couldn't resist that temptation so they would have to stay. Setting down the right leg he grabbed the left raising it up so he could give it the same treatment, if he squeezed one time too many as he did well that was his business.

The rest of the cleaning went without incident. He scrubbed the caked blood from the right calf; it had a bald spot with a silver scar. He remembered seeing the injury after he had thrown the sinner but it hadn't been so big. Had he done something to worsen it before it was healed?

"Can you turn around for me" Alastor opened his eyes both now normal, the dial was missing, they had a glazed over look.

"My good boy my perfect buck you can turn around for me, can't you?" The sinner didn't respond, just slowly untangled himself from the king, turning his body, hands grabbing the lip of the tub to steady himself. With his knees no longer injured he was able to put weight on them with ease, the ending result was him hunched forward back bowed ass presenting itself to the fallen angel. He could feel the pleasure from the other; his master was happy this made him happy, his tail started to wag, smiling going lazy with second hand pleasure.

'Oh father give me strength' the image was sinful, so sinful and his instincts were screaming at him to take this slave as his own. He was his; he could do whatever he wanted to do with him. He branded him. He belongs to Lucifer. But he shook those away, focused on the once telling him to care and nurture. He needed to add more soup to the rag; the back was still covered in dry drool, the black standing out against pale skin. The soaking helped remove a lot of it; he only had to scrub a little to get it clean trying not to get lost in less than okay thoughts as he did. Alastor let out a pleased sigh and bent forward pushing up into the feeling.

This brought Lucifer's attention to his tail; it was red at the base leading to a black tip. It was wagging from side to side, the fur matted from the drool. The blond grabbed some more shampoo working it into his hands before reaching out and grabbing it.

"AH" he let go, startled, was that a moan? He could make out a blush on the pale cheeks as the deer turned to look at him biting into his bottom lip.

Click mental picture captured yep that one was gonna be with him for the rest of his days.

"Fuck Alastor you can't …don't look at me like that" the hand missing two claws grabbed onto Lucifers that was hovering over the wagging tail pulling it forward to bury itself back into the appendage. It let go after returning to the lip of the tub, despite every better part of himself that told him not to, the king couldn't help himself; he only had so much good in him after all. He grabbed onto the tail tugging it again the reaction was Alastor dropping his chest pushing his ass out further it kinda all went downhill from there.

"Ahh" Lucifer tugged hard, curling his fingers around the base and squeezed, his claws dragged through the fur teasing the sensitive skin below as he worked his way up.

"Please" fuck that voice, when begged like that how could he stop. He kept up the assault pulling and twisting, flicking his wrist as he went, he rubbed hard at the spot where flesh turned to fur. Massaged the area with firm swipes of his thumbs while he was kneeling behind the buck a feedback loop had started Alastor to Lucifer and back again.

"Ahh agh" drool was running down the deers chin. His eyes were crossed as he was overcome with a strange feeling, he jerked forward only to be pulled back by his tail.

"Fuck your doing so good " kisses where placed on his back followed by a hot tounge that ran from his tail bone to his neck all while the assault on his tail continued. He felt warm like at any moment he was gonna combust.

"Please don't" he slammed his hips back rubbing his bottom against the lap of the one doing this to him, his master was doing this to him. He was a good slave, his master was taking care of him because he hadn't failed, he had done what he was told now he was being rewarded.

"Mmm Don't what?" Small bites on his shoulder, the hand on his tail one on his hip holding him still it was too much it wasn't enough he needed to be claimed owned he wanted to be devoured.

"Don't stop please don't stop" if he stopped he would die. His breath was ragged coming out in harsh pants tongue hanging out as he bowed his head, it felt so good. He could feel his master's pleasure feeding his own and he was gonna go crazy and when he thought it couldn't be any better the hand on his hip left grabbing him around his neck right over that brand and it burned and he was being pulled back against his master by the throat and tail.

"LUCIFER!" The sound of his name being screamed broke the loop, releasing the king from the haze he had fallen into. He was frozen, unable to move as realization set in. He sat back on his hoofs pulling the limb body with him, his heart was pounding like crazy he was scared to look at the other. Alastor had a blessed out look on his face. The static was still humming around them; the radio in the corner flipped through stations lazily, song cutting in and out as it did, he could feel that tail he had assaulted, giving weak twitches against his soiled pants.

The new mess between the deers thighs and stomach told him all he needed to know they had both cum from just a fucking tail job. Shit this was bad he didn't mean to do that. Alastors aura had latched onto his own so strongly that the simple touch was dialed up to 10 and they got trapped in a loop together that resulted in this. It wasn't just the touch but the feeling of needs being met of something so primal and foreign to the sinner that he had all but devoured the king's own will causing him to act out of line to give his sub anything he wanted and more. He should be ashamed of himself. He was better than this. He shouldn't have taken advantage, should have pushed back, fought harder not allowed himself to be pulled under.

He had gotten them both out of the tub cleaned and dried, he laid the sinner on the bed brushing his hair from his face. The strains curled. He was looking at the king, his hooded eyes relaxed, smiling loose and happy, he was grabbed and pulled onto the bed to join the purring deer. He could only pull him close to allow the other to rest his head on his chest, every part of their bodies touching, he felt sick to his stomach at what happened in the bathroom. It could only mean one thing: they were compatible 100%, he wished this was something that could be forgotten, seen as a one off and moved on from. But he knew it wouldn't be so simple the after effects had yet to be seen but he was sure no good was going to come from it once Alastor was in his right mind again.

"Shh shh my apple" yellow eyes meet red, a hand ran through his hair claws scratching his scalp gently.

"Such a good master" he had to look away as tears filled his eyes. These words made his heart pound in his chest. This wasn't real; the creature in bed with him was born from trauma, years of repressed instincts and a brain that resembled swiss cheese. This was fake and in the morning it would be gone and the real radio demon would return and he would be alone, because if today showed him anything he couldn't be trusted with another person. Everything he touched went to shit and he didn't deserve those soft touches and loving words because he was horrible and what he had done to Alastor wasn't even over yet. He had been tainted by the devil and would face the consequences of that just like Adam, Eve and Lillith yet as those thoughts danced around his head he couldn't stop himself from wrapping his arms just a little tighter wanting to hold on just a little longer.

—oo-o-o-o-o-

"I'M GOING TO RIP OUT YOUR INNARDS" so waking up to a naked, very pissed off radio demon on top of you who was currently hell bent on choking the life from your body was not one of Lucifer's top 10 ways to wake up in the morning. The naked part was more than fine but the choking, let's be honest that was kinda hot too. Would be made even hotter if other things happened along with it, he always did like a good ride in the morning. Shit right he was being choked to death

It wasn't hard to flip their positions; the sinner clearly had yet to fully recover from yesterday so having him pinned below the king (right where he belonged) was easy. He had to keep leaning back with what little wiggle room Alastor had he kept trying to lift up and bite him, those razor sharp teeth snapping whenever he got to close.

" Look I know I fucked up but bitch you need to calm down" harsh radio feedback sounded in the room.

" CALM DOWN" Yeah that did sound kinda stupid when said aloud.

"You did this to me and you want me to calm down" Lucifer winced still keeping the man pinned.

"Look I'm sorry, I didn't even mean to give the order" he tried to plead his case, that sounded worse than bitch calm down.

"Why am I not surprised that a buffoon like you would do something without meaning to . My apologies sire but your idiocy nearly got me killed" he couldn't get the x-angel off of him, how was he this strong yet so small. Strong or not Alastor brought his left leg up knee hitting the king hard in the back right on one of the slits his wings resided in, it was enough to weaken his hold allowing their positions to flip once more Alastor on top straddling the king's chest. Thighs squeezing tight to keep his arms locked at his side.

"You ruined everything" he basically spat the words into the king's face. He was boiling with anger so much so that he didn't notice the thin black tail curling behind his back until it struck out wrapping around his throat forcing him to arch his back to avoid being strangled.

"Yeah and I'm sorry for that, I DIDN'T KNOW" the king was a little distracted at the moment, his attention broken between the raging demon on his chest and the sight before him. Fuck fuck fuck why did this ass hole have to be so freakin hot, sitting on his chest back arched like he was offering himself up for sacrifice. He could see the muscles flexing in those thighs he wanted to know in that moment how they would feel cushioned around his head. NOPE stop right there do not pass go.

"You didn't know is that the great excuse you plan to use after subjecting me to… that" what else did he want him to say, he didn't fucking know if he had he would of never but there was nothing else to say.

"Look I fucked up and I'm sorry, it won't happen again okay" he waited to see what the other would say but Alastor wasn't looking at him anymore oh no he was staring down with his facing going a shade of red that nearly match his hair. The king knew what he just realized and couldn't keep the grin off his face if he tried, he let his tail unwind just as the deer bolted off his chest.

"Why am I naked?"

"Oh do you not remember?"

"I..I" he couldn't remember he had fragmented pieces of the kitchen, him being in his room doing that but at some point it was just blank he remembered someone talking to him touching him but it was all just hazy.

"Nothing happened, I found you on the floor cleaned you up and put you in bed that's it" it wasn't a lie but not the trust either, a image of the redhead bent over the bathtub head thrown back in a moan as his tail was tugged flashed through Lucifers mind.

"You cleaned me up?" Lucifer jumped from the bed and snapped his fingers clothes once more perfectly in order hat on his head cane in hands.

"Yep as easy as that, your welcome bitch" with that the short king disappeared in a puff of red smoke, he figured the sinner would want some time to sort things out he wasn't about to die or drop again Lucifer's work was done for now.

Alastor was about to go after the retreating devil when a knock was heard at his door.

"Alastor are you okay? It's nearly noon and no ones seen you" That was Charlie at the door she sounded concerned

"Yes my dear just having a lay in be out in a moment" the king was keeping something from him, as long as his memories remain hazy he wasn't sure what that was. But you could bet he was gonna find out.

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(¿.¿) I picture Lucifer as this manic person whose mind is all over the place. As.

/( )\someone who has issues focusing. Like I don't know why but I'll have those odds

. / \perverted thoughts at the worst times and have to snap myself back to normal thought. Does anyone else have that? Hope you all enjoyed this one gave me some issues.

Am I updating too fast? I know some people do it once a week but I just poop out the chapter and like here you go all done. On to the next one.