The Consequences of Our Actions [psl for sindicates]

[thisducks]

[ His head is anything but happy with him when he woke up the next morning. It feels as heavy as led, though not as if he had drank an enormous amount the previous night. Instead, it was sometimes else all together, almost like a physical soreness. He'd certainly woken up in far, far worse ways in the past, usually after his darkest nights when the world became too much and the irrational would win over the logic he knew to be true about his ability to die.

With a low groan, stretching himself out slowly, he sighs into his pillow, then without a single desire in the world to actually get up, noses down into the warmth again with every thought of going back to sleep. A hand comes up, unconsciously wanting to hug his pillow further up under him, only to find he can't do so. Some part of his brain knows something isn't quite right, though not enough to turn him to worry or wake him up any further. Instead, he just mutters wordlessly and turns his head the other way, taking a deep breath in.

...

Something smells... different.

That's enough to pull a few ??? like thoughts from the depths, laying there as he tries to piece them together. He is warm and comfy and happy despite his head, and his pillow is so wonderfully soft to nose into...

...

His pillow... isn't made of fur. It also doesn't usually breathe-

That snaps his eyes open and he looks up, staring blearily at the man whose chest he is currently asleep on.

Oh. ]

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[sindicates]

[ alastor is bad at sleep in that he doesn't do it often and when he does it's either very light or because he's ill or injured. so the fact that he doesn't wake during any of this is strange, but he's just too comfortable and content to even bother waking despite his own soreness.

he only shifts slightly when lucifer nuzzles in closer, and he finally actually wakes just after the seraph actually lifts his head.

he doesn't want to wake but he blinks his eyes open anyway, though when they finally focus on who's above him, he startles.

oh is right. but he doesn't try to escape the contact, though the hand that had been at lucifer's back shifts a little, almost uncharacteristically tactile even for what they've built. being in bed at all is also pretty damn new, all things said and done, but he doesn't feel the pang of anxiety he normally might.

eventually he sighs, letting his forehead come to rest on lucifer's shoulder so he can close his eyes again. ]

How did you sleep?

[ yep, a fully normal conversion. ]

[thisducks]

[ Yeeeeeeeep. This is completely normal. Everything about this.

It should be ridiculous that they're both having this reaction after all this time, and yet here they are. However, when Alastor breaks the spell momentarily cast when their eyes meet, it gives Lucifer's mind something to hold onto and let this be okay. Carefully, he tilts his head to lay his against crimson hair, feeling what he believes to be a flick of Alastor's ear without realizing it is, in fact, his own. ]

Fiiiine? [ Not at all awkwardly spoken. ] Sore? [ At least he's being honest. ]

Guess I really am getting old. [ As if he isn't literally older than man itself, but Lucifer ignores that detail in favor of resettling himself, eyes closing again. ] ...is there any reason we actually need to get up?

[sindicates]

[ alastor still doesn't stop him or move out of the way; he holds still to let lucifer rest against him, fingers splaying further apart and stroking at soft skin.

skin.

the thought runs over him like water even though he'd normally get stuck on their state of undress. at lucifer's question he thinks about it, then shakes his head just enough to be felt. ]

I'd cleared my schedule as I anticipated being... indisposed.

[ but he doesn't feel awful like he always does around this time, is the thing. tired, sure. clingy, absolutely. wanting, yeah. but coherent and intact. it's strange. ]

[thisducks]

...are you normally... indisposed after... that?

[ Absolutely not an awkward question, but despite the awkwardness in Lucifer's voice, he still brings up his arm up around so he can prop his chin up on his forearm and look at Alastor. It might not be the first time they've woken up in bed together, but it's the first time after doing... that and that had been a lot last night. A lot and many times and he definitely is getting old because this old man is sore.

...maybe anyone would be sore after all of that. His pride will accept that as the answer. Still, the thought does make him meet Alastor's eyes and ask with more firmness to his tone- ]

Are you sore at all? [ It had been a first for Alastor, after all. A top of his head, one golden, speckled ear flicks, then tilts forward in focus. He does have a way to ease Alastor's soreness if he is, and so his concern is two-fold. ]

[sindicates]

I am normally indisposed for a week as I don't do anything and simply remove myself from any potential societal interactions. Removed from the situation, as it were.

[ he pauses at the next question though, blinking. of course he's sore. ]

It isn't an entirely unpleasant thing. [ carefully, like he's considering his words. he's never really deemed any kind of pain or soreness pleasant in that kind of way, but he's also not fully aghast over the concept as he thought he might be. ] But yes. [ he's briefly distracted by the flick of lucifer's ear, but his smile just curves a little warmer and he settles back in, apparently not seeing anything odd at all with lucifer having a cute pair of deer ears. ]

[thisducks]

...oh. [ Well, that had all been changed by his little deviation, hopefully for the better? ] If... you'd like, I could heal you up? [ One back leg stretches out, the side of his hoof following the outside of Alastor's thigh, before his face pulls as his body complains.

Really am getting old. But after a moment, he resettles himself. Really, he knows they're going to have to discuss what happened last night like adults, but hell if he doesn't want to be childish and turn away from it. However, there's one thing that he does know can't so easily be turned away from.

It's surely psychosomatic that he feels a twinge down below his stomach, where the nestled psuedo-womb had laid before. ]

[sindicates]

[ a little shiver runs through him at the light drag of lucifer's hoof. ] ... If you wish.

[ it's quiet, thoughtful. he feels a little outside his own head, but he can only assume it's because of... everything.

he would be perfectly happy never discussing anything, actually, but he's also aware they'll have to. he starts to trail his fingertips slowly up and down lucifer's back, perhaps not doting but certainly attentive. ]

[thisducks]

[ Probably both a little outside of their own heads, but... they'll manage. Hopefully. It can't be much worse than when they were ready to kill one another previously at least.

Still, this is something he can focus on, so Lucifer takes the low hanging fruit. With a wriggle to get his other arm up, Lucifer lazily puts his fingertip to Alastor's lower lip, then raises a brow in a silent 'go ahead'. However, a little smile starts to play over his lips as he feels those long fingertips playing over the lay of his back. Beneath where those digits trail, the muscle settles other than when they slide across some of the half circle-like shapes on his back. There, the muscles twitch, then go lax again. ]

Don't need both of us hobbling around the hotel.

[sindicates]

[ no, this is much better than the alternative. alastor still has all his sharp points; they haven't even been filed into a false sort of dullness. they're simply at rest here and now and with a level of sincerity unseen from him in previous moments. ]

For practicality, then.

[ it's on a hum of static. he accepts the offer with lowered lids, free hand coming to grasp lucifer's wrist as the other continues what it was doing previously. when his teeth catch it's cleanly and he takes his time with the spilled blood, watching the seraph's face through his lashes as he does. it's too easy, too comfortable, but he's not thinking about that right now, only the act of giving and receiving.

he could make a crass joke about communion wine right about now, but he's too busy to bother. ]

[thisducks]

I heal faster than you.. it only makes sense.

[ With Alastor watching Lucifer's expression so intently, it's impossible for him to miss how the devil sucks in a breath as those sharp points pierce the tender skin of his wrist, or how the exquisite pain makes his eyelids flutter and forces him to bite his lip to avoid a moan from escaping him. Good thing Alastor doesn't ruin it with that joke or he might have gotten bapped.

Instead, Lucifer lays there stretched out atop the taller sinner with his eyes closed, definitely not getting off just a little as Alastor drinks of his blood. It doesn't help that his unaccustomed tail is giving him away by twitching in eagerness visibly beneath the silken sheets. Maybe he has just a bit of a thing for it - or at least from Alastor. ]

[sindicates]

[ it probably doesn't help that alastor is clearly enjoying himself as well. he's taking it slow, sure, but the hand at lucifer's back shifts to press to the dip of it with no small amount of possessiveness, dangerously close to where that tail trembles excitedly. it's intimate, certainly.

he manages to not moan aloud or anything similar either, but his static overlay is a little rougher in a way that's not aggressive, more like in uptake in breathing that's not apparent in his actual respiration.

his own eyes flutter closed but he does have the presence of mind to stop himself before he goes on too long, no matter how much he wants to keep going. though he lingers to run his tongue over the skin and clean up anything he missed as the punctures heal, intent as always. ]

[thisducks]

[ One golden ear flicks, picking up the change in the static but not quite knowing what it means in this context. Instead, his eyes open to slits and watch Alastor's expression, trying to read what little he can see there. The ears flip forward at seeing Alastor's eyes flutter like that, wondering if the sinner feels some of what he does. He knows Alastor is not usually interested in sexual things outside of his rut but if he can find things Alastor does enjoy...? He'd like that, even if they're somewhat unusual. ]

...what does it taste like, to you? [ There's a mix there in his voice - honest curiosity, as he has never given his blood to anyone, not even Lilith, but also a twinge of the heat from having Alastor take it as well as wanting to pull it out of the sinner to hear him talk about it. So maybe he very much enjoys Alastor's voice. The less Alastor is aware of that, the better. Potential weakness to be had. ]

[sindicates]

[ he doesn't answer at first, but not out of refusal. he's thinking about it; he settles again once he's done, aches dissipating just like that, like he'd never had them. he hums as a true indication he's heard the question.

his hand remains where it is, pads of his fingers working over skin when he finally speaks. ]

... Sweet. I'm not much one for sweets, as you know, but this is different. Sharp, but not in an unpleasant way. Like... Hm, eating something spicy. Chocolate with chili in it, something like that.

[thisducks]

[ The answer gets a huff of a laugh in reply. Sweet isn't unexpected, but the rest of it is. Holding up his wrist, a golden mist of energy encircles the bite wound and much the same, heals away as of it had never been. Lucifer tucks his arm back to be comfortable and then puts his head down to the side, listening with an ear down to Alastor's chest and the thu-thump rhythm of the heart within. ]

Well, at least I'm not unpleasant for you. [ Half joke, half serious, but under the covers his tail still gives a slow back and forth. However comfortable he is and how much he knows this is going to make him uncomfortable to talk about, Lucifer at least tries to broach the subject. ]

...so, now what? After... last night.