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~Alastor's POV~
Yes! Finally! Euphoria filled Alastor's whole body as he could feel his form change. His body felt more muscular, his powers pulsed with pleasure at this turn of events, and his senses were sharpened. Wait... what's that smell?
It was sweet yet fresh. He closed his eyes and pictured himself as a child picking apples from the neighbour's garden and biting into a vibrant red one. The scent promised the same fresh, sweet taste as from his memories. He swallowed hard. An overwhelming urge surged inside of him, until all he could think about was that he wanted - no needed this taste.
Saliva filled his mouth. His antlers expanded, adding weight to his head. Alastor's eyes turned to dials, tainting everything in shades of red like a filter.
He took a deep breath, searching for the source of this captivating scent that was driving him crazy, only for his gaze to fall on none other than Lucifer, the stupid excuse of a king. The small omega's eyes widened, his red pupils tiny in the golden sea of his eyes.
No.
This couldn't be Lucifer's scent. Alastor was pretty sure he had picked up Lucifer's scent a million times by now. He smelled of fermenting apple juice and lost dreams, not like this.
Confused, he blinked down at Lucifer and decided to double-check. Leaning closer to Lucifer's neck, where his scent gland would be, he tried to get a good whiff of him. But before he could, Lucifer scrambled back with a yelp, falling onto his bed. The bedding bounced slightly under his weight.
»-lastor, stop!« Lucifer's voice sounded so far away.
Why does his mind feel so clouded? It's as if cotton has replaced his brain. Alastor cocked his head, almost breaking his neck in the process, as his antlers had grown to an unhealthy size and hit the ceiling, leaving some scratches on it.
He looked up in confusion. »Sorry about your ceiling, Your Majesty.« he said.
Lucifer let out a relieved sigh. »By the seven rings, I almost thought I'd fucked up badly and you'd fallen right into your first rut all because of my carelessness.« He sat up on the bed and Alastor caught a glimpse of his shirt slipping off his shoulder, revealing a sliver of ivory-white skin. His blonde hair was all tussled up, and... why did he look so appealing all of a sudden? Is that normal? Do alphas see omegas in such a different light?
Intrigued, Alastor watched Lucifer shuffle over to the bedside table, where a glass of water and a red pill were resting. He picked up the pill with one hand and the glass with the other. But his hands were shaking and his cheeks had turned a deep shade of gold. He lost his grip on the pill. The light 'tick' sound it made as it fell onto the floor and rolled away was picked up by Alastor's ears, clearer than Lucifer's muffled curse.
Lucifer glanced up at him, his tail flicking nervously behind his back. »Uhm... excuse me...« he said, trying to squeeze past Alastor's oversized body.
But as Lucifer merely touched his arm, Alastor felt his body move of its own accord.
The sound of shattering glass echoed in his overly sensitive ears, followed by a yelp, before he found himself pinning Lucifer against the nearest wall.
The small one's chest heaved, his whole face turning a deep shade of gold, and his eyes watered.
Alastor was holding both of his tiny wrists in only one of his oversized hands. Lucifer's tiny feet barely touched the ground in this position, back against the wall. His scent had grown stronger and more intense.
»Lucifer,« Alastor growled. »What did you do to me?«
The small one looked a mess. Where Alastor's hand held his wrists, he could feel his skin burning hot as if he had a fever. »Al« Lucifer gasped. »I'm going into heat- you gotta leave if you don't wanna-«
Alastor blinked in surprise. Having been an omega himself, he knew pretty much everything about the monthly cycle. Almost all omegas took suppreassents for most of the year and only take the two mandatory breaks for health reasons. But it was too early in Lucifer's heat for his scent to influence alphas this much, wasn't it? Normally, the small one would first start nesting, his scent growing more influential over the course of the first two days, before turning an Alpha's head upside down with a single whiff for the remaining 4 days of his heat. Or had this idiot been reckless and not realised that he had started nesting, and was now already entering the second phase?
He looked around, taking in the large number of rubber ducks, then cursed under his breath. This IS his nest.
The floor beneath his hooves was wet and full of glass shards. In the water Alastor spotted the half-dissolved red pill. »Lucifer, quick! Where are your other pills?«
»It's too late for that.« Lucifer panted. »Please, you have to leave. If you stay, I might trigger your first rut.«
But when Alastor looked down at the pleading mess that was the King of Hell, he realised the situation he was in. I could become king. He could claim this miserable little clown as his own, right here, right now. There was no other Alpha around. Nobody could stop him. In a few minutes, this idiot would be reduced to nothing but a begging mess, one that didn't care who fucked him as long as it meant some relief.
Having not been much into the carnal sins of the flesh, Alastor had never thought to go this far, but... This might be a once-in-a-afterlife kinda situation.
Lucifer must have realised his thought process. His eyes narrowed and his mood soured. Still in his grasp, horns grew out of his blonde hair and his eyes turned red with golden pupils. »Oh, don't you dare, fucker!« A flame erupted between his horns, burning Alastor's arm where he was holding his wrists above his head.
Alastor jerked back, his clouded brain clearing for a split second due to the pain. This isn't just any omega.
Lucifer's six wings unfurled in a flash of red and white as he growled at Alastor. With a mere snap of his fingers, he forced Alastor to shrink back to his usual size and pushed all of his powers down to a flicker in an instant. »Leave right fucking now, or I will make you!« His pointed tail flicked agitatedly behind his back.
Alastor's eyes widened as he took in his beauty and raw power, even in this moment of vulnerability. He could do nothing but obey and retreat. Quickly gathering his clothes, he was about to head for the door when he suddenly paused. A thought crossed his mind. »You've already triggered my rut,« he accused him looking down his own naked body. »And you know as well as I do that the first rut can't be suppressed... I will probably suppress all ruts after this one, and it's too late now for you to take your pills, so maybe this situation could benefit us both?«
Lucifer's expression turned from anger to surprise, »Are you suggesting that you stay and we have a one-heat stand?« he asked, blinking the red out of his eyes and lowering his wings into a less aggressive stance.
»Nobody has to know.« Alastor said, shrugging innocently. Then he remembered that there might be one possible reason for everyone to find out. »I can't get you pregnant, right? Or have you changed me so much that I could reproduce?«
This actually made Lucifer laugh. Not the polite kind of laughter, but outright laughter that made him hold his belly and shed some tears. »Oh my golly, sorry! That was just-« He took a deep breath. »You can reproduce, but there's no way you'd get ME pregnant.« He waved it off, then his expression changed as he offered Alastor a sad smile. »I've been infertile ever since Charlie's birth. There... had been complications...« he said, but he didn't explain any further.
Alastor sensed that it was a sensitive topic, so he didn't ask for more details. »Hm,« he hummed thoughtfully. »So what do you say to my proposition?«
Lucifer thought for a moment, then nodded. »Fine,« he said, »but this won't leave this room. It's just a situation that benefits us both. Nothing more.«
Alastor agreed wholeheartedly. »Then it's settled.« He dropped the bundle of clothes he had gathered and stepped closer to the smaller one. The instant his scent became more prominent, his instincts kicked in and he could feel Lucifer's hold on his powers loosening. His antlers grew and crackled, and his teeth sharpened, nicking his lower lip, causing saliva and blood to mix and drip down his chin. The closer he got to the small one, the more his mind clouded.
Lucifer stood still, watching him with golden eyes, as he got closer. His red pupils were blown wide, and despite being much smaller than him, he exuded a confidence rarely found in omegas.
Alastor felt his control slipping as the sweet apple scent intensified. He pushed Lucifer back against the wall, suddenly finding himself surrounded by red and white feathers.
Lucifer had wrapped his wings around them, creating a cocoon. The inside quickly heated up and filled with his intoxicating scent. The small one grabbed one of Alastor's antlers and dragged his head down to his hight. Then he whisper into his ear, »If you think I'll be your little whore for four days, I'll have to set things straight right away. I am by no means a helpless little thing, and I'll have you on your knees begging if you think you can toy around with me.« His hot breath tickled the skin beneath Alastor's red fur, making his ear flick.
A weird feeling spread in Alastor's belly, reminiscent of the drop one feels when riding a rollercoaster. Glancing down at Lucifer's neck, he saw that the fabric of his shirt had slipped off, revealing an old bite mark on his scent gland. He could hear a deep growl escape his own throat. It must be Lilith's old mark, and something inside him was deeply upset at the thought that Lucifer had been claimed before.
For some reason, Lucifer grinned at this. »Oh? Are you displeased by me not being a needy bitch for you?« His scent grew stronger in their cocoon. »Don't be mad. It can be pleasant for both of us. I'll let you have a taste, and then I'll ride you for the rest of the night.«
Alastor growled, »Will you just shut the fuck up?« His thoughts struggled to form. His mind was spinning, and his vision was blurred enough for him to see Lucifer double. This scent was driving him crazy. It was worse than when he had accidentally eaten one of Angels' hash brownies.
»Make me ~« Lucifer purred, his golden, glowing eyes fixing him in the dim light of the feathered cocoon.
»Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.« Alastor said, and then, in one quick motion, ripped open the small one's shirt. The buttons popped off as he tore it open.
Lucifer gasped, but before he could complain, Alastor pressed his lips against his in a rather toothy and unpractised kiss. He was surprised by how soft the small one's lips were. He hadn't expected that from a man. Alastor let Lucifer slowly eas him into a more tender kiss, his lips brushing lightly over his.
Then the small one parted his lips, and he followed his lead. A shiver ran down his spine as a forked tongue slipped over his, giving him his first taste. Alastor groaned as the sweetness of freshly picked apples unfolded on his tongue. His heart pounded faster in his chest, and he quickly found himself in a situation where he really needed to catch his breath, yet couldn't break contact. No... he didn't want to lose this exquisite taste for even a split second.
When the air grew thin, Lucifer suddenly broke off their kiss, both gasping for air.
But Alastor felt as if every breath was driving him closer to insanity, as the cocoon was filled with so many pheromones and Lucifer's scent by now that it was difficult for him to form even the simplest of thoughts.
He saw Lucifer grin playfully up at him. His tongue slipped over his lips.
Alastor would have been angry with him if he hadn't been so eager for more. Without a second thought, he leaned back down and kissed him passionately, slipping his tongue into Lucifer's mouth and savouring his sweet taste. His whole body shivered as he relished the taste.
A sinfully sweet moan escaped Lucifer, sending a slight vibration through him.
Alastor's thoughts had been reduced to one word.
More.
More. More. More!
His hands searched for Lucifer's hips, grasping the fabric of his baggy pants and tugging them further down. He needed this, needed him... wanted him.
But the small one's tail wrapped itself around his wrist, stopping him from undressing him further.
A whine escaped Alastor as he retreated from his kiss. It was a noise he hadn't heard himself make in many years.
The small one looked an absolute mess. His whole face was flushed golden, the blush spreading all the way down to his chest. His horns were still out, but the flame had vanished, and his pants had slipped halfway down his waist.
»I forgot to tell you,« Lucifer murmured. »Angels have a different anatomy. You won't find any... parts down there.«
Alastor blinked. His mind was too clouded to follow his words.
So Lucifer grabbed his hand, the one that his tail had twisted around and slowly guided it down into his trousers.
Where other humans would have their genitalia, Lucifer had... nothing but smooth skin. There was no bulge, no opening... nothing...
Alastor struggled to make sense of this. »Then how-« he began, but his question died down on his lips as he touched something wet as Lucifer guided him towards his ass.
»I only have the secondary gender, Al...« Lucifer purred, »And it's all yours to play with...«
A thrill ran up Alastor's spine at his words. Even with his mind clouded, he understood the assignment, and as Lucifer released his hand, he immediately dipped his index finger into his tight, slick warmth.
Lucifer gasped, a suppressed moan trapped in his throat, as Alastor teasingly fucked his finger into him. The fallen angel was dripping wet. Lubricated by his own slick. Alastor added a second finger. But he had little patience left, even if it meant teasing the fucker some more.
Lucifer yelped in surprise when Alastor commanded his shadow tendrils to strip him of his remaining clothes. But the small one quickly recovered from his shock. »You aren't the patient kind, are you? Little buck.«
Alastor growled at the use of this silly nickname. He slipped his fingers out of him and used his tendrils to lift Lucifer further up the wall, supporting him from below to give himself the perfect angle to penetrate him.
But then he paused. This was something he had't done before, and his mind went blank.
His heart raced in his chest as Lucifer grinned up at him. He wrapped his legs loosely around Alastor's hip. His warm, soft skin brushed against Alastor's as he purred, »Don't worry, you'll see this will come naturally to you...« He nudged him gently. The tip of Alastor's hard cock made contact with Lucifer's wet hole, but Alastor froze. Lucifer cocked his head and met his gaze as he said, »Claim me... Alpha.«
Something inside Alastor snapped at those words. He felt his antlers heave above his head as he bucked forward and his length sank deep into Lucifer's tight warmth. Through clenched teeth, Alastor let out his first moan, for this felt nothing less than heavenly. He pushed in deeper and deeper, pausing when he noticed his vision cloud for a moment.
Lucifer, however, gave him a rough tug with his legs around his hips, resulting in him hitting the base with his cock fully enveloped by Lucifer's hot, tight body.
He gasped, struggling to breathe. Was it his inexperience that made him so sensitive, or was it the rut? ... or was it because of Lucifer? All he knew was that if it felt this good, he wouldn't last long.
When he opened his eyes and took in the ivory skin of Lucifer's flawless body, he felt that tight, rollercoaster-like feeling in his belly again. The devil's golden eyes glowed in the dark, and the red of his feathers contrasted beautifully with the rest of his body. »You are gorgeous...« Alastor heard himself say.
Wait... Did I just say that out loud?
Lucifer's eyes widened and his red pupils dilated. »Wait, what?« he asked, a bright golden blush spreading across his cheeks.
Alastor felt his own face flush. What had gotten into him? »Sorry... Must be your scent- It smells so good, it's driving me insane.« he said, standing still and feeling as though the world had stopped turning for a moment.
»... your scent is very pleasant as well...« Lucifer's voice was barely more than a whisper, but the honesty in it sent shivers of pleasure through Alastor's whole body.
Unable to hold back any longer, he started to thrust deeply into Lucifer, giving them both the friction their bodies yearned for so desperately. Alastor felt his movements stutter. He lacked of experience, but Lucifer didn't seem to mind at all.
The small one started to moan with each thrust, his voice sweet and melodious in Alastor's sensitive ears. The air between them was thick with pheromones, filling Alastor's lungs with each pant and gasp. He slowly adapted to the movements and could hear the slick rhythmic slapping of their bodies with each thrust.
Lucifer's feathers brushed Alastor's back with each movement, sticking slightly to his bare skin as he began to break out in a sweat. Alastor groaned, finding the feeling far more pleasing than he would care to admit. But there was no point in holding back, not when his entire body and instincts wanted nothing more than to fill Lucifer with his seed and claim him as his own.
Lucifer reached for Alastor's neck, brushing his thumb over his scent gland and making him gasp as his pheromones mixed more into the air between them.
Although Alastor could barely smell his own scent, he could see the effect his pheromones had on Lucifer.
His pupils were blown, his breath short and sharp, and he moaned with each of Alastor's quickening thrusts. The devil's teeth sharpened, and when he brought his hand to his lips and licked the spot that had touched Alastor's scent gland, his expression shifted to a hungry, animalistic one. His tail wrapped around Alastor's upper leg and squeezed it as he moaned, »Alastor- harder- yes, right there!« His head sank back against the wall, his horns leaving scratch marks in it. Lucifer's whole body turned a faint shade of gold where it had been white before.
Alastor took him all in as he followed his directions. But his eyes were fixated on the scent gland on Lucifer's neck, andorned by a mark. Saliva formed in his mouth as he thought about how he wanted these sweet moans to be his alone.
His teeth sharpened as he lowered himself to Lucifer's neck, taking in the pure, sweet apple scent and feeling him shiver beneath him.
»Al- Alastor.« Lucifer said, sounding alarmed.
Alastor licked over the scent gland and felt his mind go blank. The meaning of the warning was lost to him. He wanted to bite him. Even if it was senseless. Even if Lilith had already claimed him, and it was impossible for them to form a bond. He needed a taste.
So, as he thrust deep and hard into Lucifer, he bared his teeth and sank them into his flesh. As blood flooded his mouth, the sweet taste hit his tongue. It was reminiscent of a fine apple cider with a hint of vanilla and cinnamon. Alastor eagerly drank Lucifer's angelic blood. At that moment, his balls tightened and he felt himself topple over the edge in ecstasy. He continued to fuck deep into Lucifer, but had to let go of his throat to gasp for air. His vision turned white for a moment and he could see the stars as he filled Lucifer with his seed.
And when he came down from his high, he realized... that he was stuck.
Fuck.
Having forgotten for a moment that he was now an Alpha, Alastor was taken aback by the sudden turn of events.
Lucifer must have noticed his confusion, because he said, »You're having a knot, stupid buck.« He looked a total mess. Tears were in his eyes, blood was sticking to his neck and trailing down his bare chest, and his hair was all tussled up.
»Stupid buck?« Alastor asked, confused by the small one's angry expression.
»What got into you to bite me?« Lucifer growled showing him his fangs. »I thought you wanted this to be a one-time thing.«
Alastor huffed. »Oh, calm down. It's not like I could actually claim you... You're already taken,« he pointed out. »I just wanted a taste.«
Lucifer rolled his eyes. »You're lucky I can't be claimed... otherwise, you'd be bound to me forever, asshole.« he said, rolling his hips, which made Alastor gasp sharply. His lower parts were far too sensitive after his orgasm. Lucifer gave him an evil grin. »Now it's my turn, fucker.« he purred. »You might have come, but you left me on the edge, like some egoistical shithead.«
He unwrapped his wings and the warmth between them dissolved instantly, making Alastor shiver in the colder air around them. His senses were sharpened again now that the pheromones had dispersed into the room, and he blinked to clear his vision. »And how are you planning on-« Before he could finish his question, Lucifer snapped his fingers, and he found himself sprawled on the king's bed. Lucifer was on top of him, his six wings spread open wide. Alastor's dick was still buried deep inside him.
As the small one grinned down at him with hunger in his gaze, Alastor's eyes widened. Lucifer said »I told you I'd ride you all night.« He placed his hands on Alastor's chest and started to tease both of his nipples, causing him to gasp sharply. »I might be an omega, but I'm still the King of Hell and a born seraphim, little buck.« he pointed out, his tail flicking behind his back in excitement.
Alastor wasn't ready for what was coming next. Lucifer started rolling his hips, creating some friction between them. There was no way he could pull out, not with them knotted... so instead, he urged him just slightly deeper inside. It might have only been an inch, but for Alastor's oversensitive, overstimulated body, it was enough to make him moan.
Lucifer chuckled in delight. »Yes, that's it. Moan for me~« He repeated the motion relentlessly, and Alastor felt his body tense up again. His vision blurred as he watched the angel above him riding him for his own pleasure. His wings fluttered and the feathers puffed up as he found his sweet spot to tease.
Fuck, that's hot.
Alastor felt his cheeks flush as he listened to Lucifer's moans growing sweeter as he chased his release. The small one's walls clenched around his hard cock as his orgasm hit him, sweet moans escaping his lips as he savoured every second.
Alastor's balls tightened again, and his overstimulated cock, deep inside Lucifer, shot his seed into the small one's body for a second time. Alastor's vision blurred for a moment as he saw the stars. When he came back down from his second orgasm of the night, his whole body went limp except for his cock, which was still buried inside Lucifer.
Alastor thought Lucifer might be exhausted, but that little devil had just given him a moment to breathe. Looking down at him, Lucifer purred, »Ready for the next round?«
»What?« Alastor's voice was weak and devoid of radiostatic.
Apparently, even Lucifer was taken by surprise, but he quickly regained his composure, saying, »When I say all night, I mean all night... Did you think I was joking? This heat won't be over this quickly. You should know that...«
Alastor's eye twitched. He had thought that people usually exaggerated by saying they could go all night long. »Don't you want to rest?«
»No thanks.« Lucifer said. He leaned down and kissed his forehead. »But you are free to be my pillow princess for the night.«
Alastor felt his face flush. »I am not a pillow princess!« he growled.
Lucifer raised his eyebrows and hummed thoughtfully. »Mhm... whatever you say, silly buck.« he said, resuming his hip rolls.
If anyone would have asked Alastor later how many different positions they had been in during those 4 days of heat, he couldn't have told even with the best of his will to recall. All he knew was that the devil had unmatched stamina and had drained him completely dry. Part of Alastor knew he had lost consciousness in between at some point, but he wasn't ready to admit it, not to others nor to himself. When they didn't fuck they snuggled or sleeped.
The room was a mess. In the early morning light of the 4th day, the red-tinted glass of Lucifer's suite revealed the chaos they had created. The coffee table was broken and the sofa had been flipped over. The bedsheets had been ripped where they had clawed at the fabric. Loose feathers from Lucifer's wings and a burst pillow were scattered on the floor. Scratch marks from claws and antlers covered the walls and ceiling, and in the middle of it all, Lucifer and Alastor lay cuddling beneath a ripped blanket.
Alastor was spooning the small one, his face dug into his blonde locks, his tail wagging beneath the blanket while Lucifer's was twisted around his waist. Alastor's hand rested on Lucifer's bloated belly. He would have been sure he'd end up pregnant if he weren't infertile.
They had cuddled up once the last knotting had released them and must have fallen asleep in the early morning hours. Alastor felt like a limp noodle and therefore hadn't even considered leaving the bed. He wasn't sure how he had ended up snuggling the supposedly one-heat stand, though. He had to admit... it felt good and a part of him was sad that this soon would be over.
Alastor closed his eyes again, wanting to stay like this a bit longer. He took a deep breath, taking in Lucifer's sweet apple scent. His sleepy mind wondered why he still smelled so good, even though the heat had passed and he was back to his usual state.
Lucifer pressed his back tighter against Alastor's chest in his sleep and sighed contentedly.
Intrigued, Alastor opened his eyes, hoisting his head up slightly to look at Lucifer, who was resting in his arms. His gaze trailed down through the messy blonde hair and the white skin of Lucifer's neck and shoulder, pausing on the scent gland he had bitten.
Alastor blinked twice in confusion. He narrowed his eyes, then lifted his hand and reached for the spot, brushing his fingers over it. No, it wasn't a trick of the light. Lilith's mark was gone... replaced by a much bigger bite mark... One that matched Alastor's teeth.
Alastor's heart skipped a beat.
»Mh?« Lucifer groaned as he woke up. »Al? What are you doing?«
Alastor kept staring at the mark. He was thinking about the implications of this. His stomach sank, and he opened his mouth to answer but couldn't find the right words.
The small one turned in his arms and looked up at him with his golden eyes and blown red pupils. »Al?« he asked, concerned.
Alastor blinked down at him. His ear flicked nervously. »Dear... I think... I messed up.«
Lucifer huffed, »Oh, don't worry about falling asleep. You were exhausted. It's-«
»No- that's not what I meant.« Alastor growled. »Also, you promised we wouldn't speak about it again.« he said, giving him a glare.
Lucifer shrugged. »Fine, what's the matter then?«
Alastor hesitated, but he knew the small one would find out the moment he'd look in a mirror, even if he didn't tell him. So, gathering all his courage, he told him, »It looks like... My bite mark has replaced Lilith's.«
Lucifer cocked his head, his expression conveying disbelief. »Nonsense! Only a fated mate can replace a claim mark, and I don't have one because I'm not an original omega.«
»All right, then how do you explain the new mark on your neck?« Alastor pointed down at it.
Seeing how serious Alastor was about this, Lucifer conjured a hand mirror and sat up to look at the mark. He froze at the sight of it. After pausing, he reached for it, brushing his fingertips gently over the scent gland where the new, prominent marks were visible. »Holy shit.« he whispered.
Alastor sat up next to him and took in the beauty of the small king. The way the red light casting through the windows tainted his ivory-white skin... The bulge of his belly, still filled with his seed... this delicate omega body that inhabited the beast who had fucked him relentlessly all heat long. »I think I'd like being your Alpha, if you'd want me to be.« he heard himself say, blushing as his own words sank in.
Lucifer dropped the hand mirror, his eyes wide with surprise. »What?«
Alastor felt his ears flick as he slowly repeated, »I said... I can be your Alpha... if you are not opposed to it...«
»But you hate me.« Lucifer wheezed. »You've made it your mission to ridicule me in front of everyone ever since we met.«
Alastor offered him a gentle smile. Taking his small, soft hands into his, he said, »Yes, as an omega, but things have changed now that I am an alpha... To be truthful, I never really hated you. I just dislike most omegas, and you were so fun to tease. Beside... I saw a side of you the last few days, I've never seen before and... it didn't leave me unaffected.«
Lucifer blushed a deep shade of gold. He looked down at their entwined hands, then back up. »You really want this?«
Alastor nodded and squeezed his hands gently. »I do.« he said, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Lucifer's lips. Feeling his heart race in his chest, Alastor knew he had made the right decision. Lucifer made him feel things he had never felt before, in either his life or his afterlife.