Tongue & Cheek

Chapter Two

Wherever this was going, it clearly was not going how Lucifer had expected.  Was the plan perfect?  Yes.  Obviously.  Place the sign, lure the Radio Demon, teach his smug ass a lesson.  The only problem was this was not the intended lesson.

Oh well, you know what they about lesson plans; sometimes you just have to toss them and wing it.  Lucifer knew all about winging it, didn’t he?  He did have wings.  It’s just not all that easy to keep your wits about you while experiencing the best make out session of your existence.

Lucifer was supposed to KICK Alastor’s ass, not grip it.  Yet somehow through all their awkward experimental hand roaming Lucifer’s hands had made their way from Alastor’s perfectly petite waist to his bony, but oddly enticing hips, and then all the way to his tantalizingly taut ass.

Said ass occasionally squirmed just right in Lucifer’s lap to inch Alastor’s body closer each time.  That long lean body now pressed flush up against Lucifer’s as Alastor’s thin, but strong thighs squeezed either side of his own.  Despite their apparent size difference, they actually fit together surprisingly well.  Alastor’s arms had intertwined themselves over Lucifer’s shoulders holding their chests together.

At first this seemed like another competition between the two of them.  It had started as a bit of a dare and some curiosity and…instincts?  Perhaps a bit of biology as well?  There definitely seemed to be a good bit of need between them.  At this point neither could deny the desire.  This was lust, passion, want.  They couldn’t pretend it was a fight gone awry or a game of gay chicken taken too far.  No, that ship had sailed, apparently with both of them on it.  Lucifer had made up his mind that, like any good captain, if this ship was going to sink he’d go down with it.

Speaking of ‘going down’, “enjoying your meal, Alastor?”  Lucifer licked his lips when they finally parted to breathe.

“Immensely. Though, perhaps not as much as you. Haven’t had enough yet?”  Alastor guessed what Lucifer was really asking.  He felt their mirrored manifestations of their mutual arousals between them.  It was, if you’ll pardon the pun, hard not to.  He presumed Lucifer was seeking permission and possibly encouragement to proceed with whatever ministrations he had in mind.  Alastor had decided against any protest.  Lucifer started all this with that silly sign of his and Alastor planned to see exactly how he intended to finish it.

“It seems I’ve developed a sudden craving for venison.”

“Hmph, and I thought I was the cannibal.”

Lucifer gave his best ‘devilish grin’ and flashed his sharp teeth.  “What? Did you think these were just for show?”  With that he pulled Alastor’s shirt open and sank his teeth into that very pronounced, and very lovely, collar bone.

Alastor hissed, but it trailed off into a moan as Lucifer sucked and then licked at the mark he’d left.  “Staking a claim?”  Alastor’s words sounded far too breathy for his liking.

Lucifer hummed and peppered kisses, and the occasional nip, along Alastor’s neck, shoulder, and back to that delicious collar bone until he started making his was down Alastor’s chest.  “Did you think pride was my only sin? I’m also greedy. I don’t like to share. I intend to keep what’s mine all to myself.”

Alastor shivered at Lucifer’s words and the thought of being claimed by The King of Hell, not owned, claimed.  While he had hated being owned, his soul shackling him to servitude of another, being claimed, wanted, belonging to someone in this manner was thrilling.  That someone being Lucifer made it absolutely exhilarating.  “You also seem to be guilty of lust, my dear.”

“Speak for yourself.”

“I assure you this is a new development for me but leave it to you to ignite a flame within me I once thought impossible. You are certainly full of surprises.”

Some part of Lucifer’s brain finally caught up to him and he halted his ministrations to look up at Alastor in earnest.  “Are you saying this is all new to you?”

“I believe I quite literally just said that.”  Alastor rolled his eyes.

“No, I don’t mean this, us, I mean…all of it, in general.”

“Yes, Lucifer. I’m not accustomed to such proclivities.”

“Wait, so…holy shit, Bambi, like that really was you first kiss or what?”

“If you must know, no technically not my first kiss, but I suppose you could say my first kiss with any desire behind it.”  Alastor put on his best sultry look in the hope of getting Lucifer back on whatever track they’d been on and away from mood killing conversations.

For Lucifer, it suddenly felt like much more weight had been added to the situation.  Lucifer, himself, didn’t exactly go about doing such intimate things with just anyone or for fun, despite the rumors, but it had been his understanding that demons did.  In Hell, sex was just a currency to demons.  Alastor was a demon and he’d been in Hell for some time now, so Lucifer had just assumed that this was nothing but two overly stimulated rivals, or whatever they are, having fun.  Well, you know what they say about assuming and now Lucifer did feel like an ass.  “Do you want to stop?”

“Did I say I wanted to stop?”

“No.”

“Do YOU want to stop?”

“No, but…I mean, I will if you tell me to.”

“Stop talking.”

Lucifer glared and tried once more to be considerate, “Alast…”

Alastor put his index finger to Lucifer’s mouth silencing him.  “Ap ap ap, none of that. I’m also not yet satiated.”  Alastor leaned back from his sitting position still on Lucifer’s lap and put hi hands on the floor behind him stretching his body out and offering his exposed chest, even with the wound still healing, to Lucifer.

Not like Lucifer wasn’t already aware of the wound.  He had even taken the time to tease him about it.  Even though he had reveled in Alastor’s slow, painful recovery, he hadn’t told anyone about the injury.  Perhaps that’s why it had been so important to Alastor for Lucifer to understand that he hadn’t been the one who blabbed his secret to Vox.  Regardless, Alastor felt perfectly comfortable with Lucifer, even right now with everything still sore and vulnerable.  It had nothing to do with whether or not Lucifer could harm him.

Somehow Alastor had already felt something in Lucifer’s vicinity.  Some measure of comfort or familiarity he hadn’t quite been able to understand, but also some sort of pull.  Not quite a desire, at least not like he was currently feeling, but an interest or even preference to be near him.  This new desire was a surprise.  Unexpected, but not unwelcome.  There was certainly something to be said about having Lucifer look at him that way, to want him, to claim him.  Alastor felt another involuntary shiver at the thought.

Offering up his body had finally awarded him Lucifer’s undivided attention and Alastor was elated.  Lucifer’s eyes bore an invisible fire into Alastor’s skin. Electricity, both hot and cold, ran through his veins and straight to his groin as Lucifer delicately untucked the rest of his shirt from his pants.  His fingers barely brushed Alastor’s shoulders as he slid the shirt off.  Alastor graciously assisted with the removal by lifting one arm at a time and allowing Lucifer to chuck the shirt off to the shadows somewhere.

Lucifer placed both hands under Alastor’s thighs and lifted him just enough to slide the demon off his lap.  Alastor allowed his legs to loll to either side of himself opening his thighs more to invite Lucifer to continue his obvious intention.  Lucifer ran I forked tongue slowly over the clothed bulge beneath Alastor’s zipper.  Said zipper was then sucked between Lucifer’s teeth and very slowly pulled down.

Both the show and the torturous pace had exactly the effect Lucifer wanted on the normally oh so composed Radio Demon.  As Lucifer’s hand and fingers traced every line of muscle along Alastor’s thighs and every curve of bone at his hips, he slipped that sneaky snake tongue of his into Alastor’s open fly and gave his eagerly awaiting member a quick lick.  The noises already escaping Alastor were affecting Lucifer more strongly than he’d anticipated.

Oh he knew the potential sounds Alastor could make with that voice of his would be good, but those sounds were sending as many waves of tremors through Lucifer as Lucifer’s tongue were sending through Alastor.  No radio filter, static, or vibrations needed.  There was only the pure delight of the utterly sinful sounds being privately broadcasted just for Lucifer in The Radio Demon’s never before heard bedroom voice.

Needing to hear more of those sounds, Lucifer fully freed Alastor of his remaining clothing so he could feast upon his rather impressive equipment without hindrance.  Though a bit much for most to take in, Lucifer was not most.  He was, in fact, a snake.  While he didn’t actually need to unhinge his jaw or anything, he did have to put a bit more work into making sure Alastor’s first experience with fellatio was worth a second one.  And work is exactly what Lucifer did.

To be fair, it wasn’t as though he, himself, had a ton of prior experience to go on, but what he lacked in experience he made up for in enthusiasm.  In truth, he hadn’t expected himself to also enjoy this.  Especially not nearly as much as he was, but the sight and sounds of Alastor like this because of what HE was doing did so many things to him in return.  Lucifer half growled, half moaned as Alastor grabbed his head and forced it down to meet Alastor’s now thrusting pelvis.

“H..hn,..Lucifer I’m, AH!”

That was all the warning Lucifer got before he nearly choked?  Drowned?  The sudden flood of hot fluid also wasn’t as bad as he expected, but instead, somehow surprisingly stimulating in just the right way for him.  As Alastor released the grip he had on Lucifer’s head and lay catching his breath, Lucifer hovered above him staring straight into his eyes and slowly ran his forked tongue over his lips.  For some reason, the only thing he could think to say in that moment was “ご馳走様でした” not that he expected Alastor to understand.

To the best of Lucifer’s memory Alastor spoke French, not Japanese, but Lucifer spoke all languages and, well, sometimes words just come out in whatever language happens in the moment.  To Lucifer’s surprise, Alastor started laughing, not unkindly, just genuinely amused.

“My pleasure. Ha! Quite literally! Now I do believe it’s my turn.”

“Huh? Oh, uh, y..you don’t have to, I mean, I wanted to do it, but I don’t expect anything in return. You’re not, like, obligated, or anything, you know.”

“You would deny a cannibal his chance to enjoy a meal?”

“What? No, but…wait, how did you know what I said?”

“Nifty speaks Japanese, one picks up a few things.”

“Oh…yeah, that makes sense. Woah!”  Alastor had pushed Lucifer up such that he was on his knees and gotten himself on all fours in front of Lucifer such that his face was now level with Lucifer’s pelvis.

“Now then, be a good host and allow me to indulge in this,” Alastor ran his hand over Lucifer’s erection still confined to the fabric of his pants, “delicacy before me.”

Lucifer magicked his clothing away to proudly display exactly where all his inches concentrated.  He doubted he’d hear anymore ‘short’ or ‘petite’ jokes from Alastor after this if his eyes were anything to go by.  “Like what you see?”

“Who knew our seemingly petite monarch possessed such a mighty staff? No wonder you’re so, dare I say, cocky?”

“Mpkkkk are you seriously making puns right now? Ha, and here I didn’t think you made those kinds of innuendos!”  It also didn’t escape Lucifer that Alastor still managed to get that ‘petite’ jab in there.

“A bit hard not to, given the current situation.”

“Hmm and that’s not the only thing ‘hard’ around here.”

“Don’t.”

“What? You can make suggestive puns, and I can’t?”

“Mine was at least somewhat tactful. Yours sounded like something our resident porn star might say.”

“Oh, yeah, that guy. He is never to find out about this.”  Lucifer gestured to himself.

“You mean your rather disproportionately long reason for being considered temptation incarnate? Obviously not. I am also greedy and prefer not to share. If he, or anyone else, knew of this,” Alastor took the opportunity to run his tongue up the full length of the underside of the anatomy in question, “I fear I’d have a difficult time keeping you to myself.”

“You’re not the only one who doesn’t usually ‘partake in such proclivities’, or however you said it earlier.”

“The rumors are false, then?”

“Don’t believe everything you hear.”

Alastor decided to leave it at that for now.  It seemed he was coming down from his high, and his brain had started to think again but now was not the time for all that nonsense.  True to their usual ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ form, Alastor was determined to outperform Lucifer, regardless of the unexpectedly monumental task before him.